Chapter 2: Saying Goodbye to My Apartment

Packing up my stuff to leave home had been exciting. This time is was heartbreaking. I felt like a failure and I was running back home to the protection and security of my parents. Fortunately there wasn’t that much to pack so the move went quickly. I had left the majority of my stuff at my parents, figuring I might move to a better place anyway when summer came. Several of my friends came over to help me move and my new boyfriend Duane brought over a pickup truck from his dad’s business that made it a lot easier.

Finally, when everything was out and the people had gone home, I went back one last time with my dad to make one last look around and then to turn in the key. Looking around at the empty floors and walls, I felt like crying. OK, it wasn’t much but as I said before, it had been MINE. A tear started to flow from my eyes and my dad saw it and hugged me.

“Hey baby, it’s OK,” he said softly to me, holding me tight against him, “It’s really not so bad moving back home, is it?”

I sobbed a little bit into his shoulder. “Oh daddy, that’s not it. You know how much I loved to be on my own.”

My dad hesitated a few seconds and then he reached down and cupped each of my buttocks with his hands through my tight jeans. He pulled me tighter into him and I could feel that he was excited. “Well, if nothing else the wake-up service is better at home, isn’t it?” he said in a low voice, his hands and fingers working my ass.

I couldn’t help but smile. For the past few years, whenever I was home my dad and I had a “tradition” where he would wake me up before he went to work and get himself off. Of course, I was usually already awake but it was the principle that mattered. Sometimes he fucked me and other times it was just a BJ, whatever he had time for. Sometimes if I was too tired and he would just jerk off and leave his cum behind.

“Oh daddy, is that the only reason you want me home, just to fuck me every day?” I teased him.

“Well ... now that you mention it ... yes,” he said jokingly. The only thing was, I knew it wasn’t as much of a joke as his laughter indicated. It was a rare day when I lived at home that my did didn’t get off with me in one way or another, even if it was just masturbating and then cumming on me while I slept. It’s not like he went without when I wasn’t around with my mom, Aunt Linda and cousin Kristen available to him. I was just more convenient plus I like to think that as his daughter I was a little special for him.

“But daddy, if you want to fuck me that badly, then why didn’t you ever come over and do me here? You know you could have any time you wanted. Have I EVER refused you?”

My dad chuckled, “Well, I remember the time you wouldn’t help clean up the house. And then there was the time you...”

“Daddy!” I cut him off, huffing at the way he was teasing me, “You know what I mean.”

Of course he did but actually, why he never came to my apartment to get any WAS a question for me. To be fair and 100% correct, my dad HAD fucked me just after I’d moved in, a sort of an initiation of my new bed I guess you could say. Yet for whatever reason, after that we never had any form of sex in my apartment again, not even a BJ. For that matter, he had never even visited my apartment unless it was with my mom. Not that SHE would have stopped him if he had wanted to fuck me, but for some reason he just didn’t seem to want to do it here.

My dad was quiet for a bit and I waited for him to respond. Finally he took a deep breath and slowly let it out, saying, “It doesn’t really matter now, does it baby?”

What the hell kind of answer was THAT? It was very unusual for my dad to be so cagey with me about anything, especially when it was about sex. My thoughts were interrupted when he pushed himself in tighter against me and I could feel his dick pushing on my stomach through his pants. Damn, my dad was horny as hell! Not that I wasn’t either.

“Mmmmmmm, Daddy ... you feel so good against me. Do you want to fuck me now?” I whispered to him softly, my hand reaching down to caress his wonderful hard erection through his pants.

Even before I had sex with my dad I loved it when he got hard around me. You don’t have to be having sex with your dad to know you turn him on. Even when I was younger, I enjoyed knowing my dad thought I was sexy. Of course, when I was that age I had no idea he had any desire to DO anything about it, just that her thought I was hot.

“Oh god you know it,” he replied hoarsely, his voice suddenly lustful and deep.

“So why didn’t you just say so!” I said, trying to sound exasperated, “Gee whiz daddy, what’s the big deal with fucking me in my own apartment?”

My dad looked into my eyes and he smiled, the kind of smile that always melted my heart. It was a special look, one I only saw at times like this. It was more intense than the typical male stare he gave me when I was walking around the house in a T-shirt, more sexy and inviting but not the kind of nasty smile he got when he was watching porn. I liked to think of it as my “I want to fuck Kelly” smile.

“Ohhhhhh, I figured you’d eventually get the hint,” he teased me, gyrating his hips slightly to move his hard dick against me.