I’m a single father, my daughter is now 14.

A few years back, the mother decided she didn’t want to deal with her anymore and just left her with me.

I must say, it hasn’t been easy but everything worked out well in the end I guess.

She hasn’t been in jail, doesn’t use drugs, grades in school are fine. So far so good I’d say.

As usual on a friday evening, she’s hanging out with her friends.

Studying, cinema, make-up - just regular girl things. Normally she’s back home at 11pm, but this time she texted me she’d be home a bit later.

I told her to be careful and that I’ll be waiting for her.

Around 1.30AM she texted me, asking me if it was fine to stay a little bit longer.

I asked her what they were doing and where they were. She texted back that they were at her friend Lindsey’s house. Her parents were gone and they were just watching spooky movies on netflix.

Not that I believed it for a 100%, but she sent me a selfie and a picture of all of them on the sofa.

I told her it’s okay, but not to make it too late.

At 2am I texted her, asking if she had any idea when she’d be coming home. I received no reply, so after 10minutes I called her.

She picked up nervously and I could hear the girls laughing and giggling in the background. I told her it’s time to come home now.

She mentioned she wanted to stay a bit longer, but I could hear in her voice that something was off. She wasn’t speaking as clearly anymore.

I asked her; Have you been drinking alcohol?

She laughed and nervously answered; “yes, BUT JUST 2.” The girls in the background started to laugh even harder.

I told her, it must’ve been a bit more than just 2, but it’s fine. I’m not mad at her.

She asked me if I could come pick her up instead and of course I agreed.

Around 20minutes later I was at Lindsey’s house. I texted her that I was waiting in front and about 5minutes later she came outside.

Her friends waved her goodbye and when I could see she was walking to the car, I noticed it was definitely not 2 beers, more like 20maybe?

I sighed and thought to myself: “Now fucking what?”, but smiled as she was struggling to walk straight and act like everything was okay.

She pushed the car door to open it. Then asked me if I could unlock the car doors.

I told her, they’re unlocked.

She pushed again, and asked: “Then why wouldn’t it open?”

I laughed and instructed her to try pulling instead. I looked at her, I tried to keep a serious look on my face but I simply couldn’t.

With a smiling face I asked her: “You sure it was only 2? hm?”

Slightly embarrassed, she looked away from me, before answering: “Maybe...?”

I told her, it’s okay to try new things and to have a good evening - but lying is not okay. If something happened, I should know what to do.

She admitted: “okay ... maybe I lost count”. I laughed, but didn’t say anything about it. I was just being happy she’s being honest with me.

While we drove back, she received a text and started to laugh loudly. I asked her if she’d care to share, but she said: “I can’t, I literally can’t”.

Curious, yes suspicious I asked her: “and why can’t you share?”. She giggled and replied that it’s a thing friends just share with each other.

She took off her jacket and threw it on the backseat, and asked me if it was normal that it’s so warm in the car.

I told her it must be the alcohol that’s keeping her warm now, the heater is off. She signed, and with her hands she reached under the back of her shirt.

She took her bra off and threw that on the backseat as well. I asked her if that was really necessary and if that couldn’t wait until we’re home.

She looked at me, judging me for what I asked.

A few minutes later, we arrived back home. I asked her if she wanted to shower now, or tomorrow morning. She was taking off her shoes and said she’ll take a shower now.

I walked upstairs to grab her a towel, clean underwear and her pajamas. When I was looking for them, she told me: “you want to know what Lindsey just texted me?”

Rediscovering my curiosity for that text, I replied: “What did she text you?”.

“She likes you”, she said. I replied with: “Well, she’s a nice girl - but hopefully she won’t get you drunk every friday tho!”.

I could hear her giggle, “that’s not what I mean...” she added. I stopped for a second and curiously I asked her, “Then what do you mean?”.

“She thinks you’re hot, like a DILF.” “A DILF? What on earth is a DILF?” I asked her, surprised.

“Like a MILF, but you’re not a mom - so DILF”. I laughed and replied: “Well, that’s interesting, but how did that make you laugh? We all know I’m handsome” I jokingly replied.

She responded: “That’s not what made me laugh.” I followed up curiously by saying: “Then what did?” - as I was slowly walking down the stairs with all her stuff.

She replied: “She said she wanted to have sex with you”. I nearly choked, and asked her: “What did you say?”. “Yeah, that’s what she said and she said she couldn’t believe we didn’t have sex yet because you’re so hot”. In a bit of a shock I told her: “well, okay - I think that’s enough for now. Go take a shower and let’s talk about that tomorrow, shall we?”. She laughed and asked me: “Why? Don’t you want to?”.

Without thinking I told her: “Hey, I’m your dad ... that’d be highly inappropriate to do”.

She grabbed the things I got for her and walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

As she was taking her shower, sat down in my chair and started thinking about what she just asked me. I know, she’s drunk - but ... I never thought about it before.

She’s a very pretty girl, but still my daughter. I’ve been single for way too long now and the question almost made me consider it.

After a few minutes, I could hear the water from the shower stop. Shortly after I could hear her yell: “OHHH, SHIT!!”.

I asked her what’s up and she told me she dropped the towel and now it’s all wet and she asked me if I could go grab her another one. I walked upstairs, and when I got back downstairs she had already opened the bathroom door and I could see her standing there naked. I’ve obviously seen her naked before, but it hits me different this time. Her small, firm and nicely round B-cup, her nipples staring right back at me. Her flat belly and no hair down there...

I froze and awkwardly stared at her for a few seconds. She giggled and tried to get me back to planet earth: “Dad?” she asked. Shortly after, a bit louder: “Dad?!”.

“Hm? yes?” I replied in confusion. “My towel?” she reminded me. “oh, yes - of course, here.” I replied as I gave her the towel and quickly turned around, back to my chair.

The back of my chair was facing the door, the front facing the living room. A few minutes later, I could hear her approach me from behind. She laid her arms on my shoulders and pressed her cheek against mine. She thanked me for picking her up from her friend’s place and hugged me a bit longer. Her cheek and arms felt so soft and warm, I really enjoyed the hug she gave me.

She reminded me: “You know, I caught you staring at me right?”. Nervously I didn’t reply to that. She added: “so, if you had to choose, would you pick me or Lindsey?”.

I told her I’d pick none, as both would be highly inappropriate for me to do.

She released her arms and moved away. She walked around the chair. She stood in front of me, placing her knees between the armrest and my legs. She was only wearing her underwear.

I asked her what she was doing. She didn’t say anything, but gave me a hug instead. She whispered in my ear: “Are you sure dad?”. I took a deep breath, grabbed her tighs and slowly pushed her away.

I told her to stop, that it’s not okay to do. She giggled, but her giggle turned into a disappointing voice asking me: “But why? Don’t you think I’m pretty? Nobody thinks I’m pretty”.