Chapter 1

His daughter Anita was all Jim had left of a 20 year marriage that ended abruptly when his wife left and was never heard from again. She had disappeared when Anita was 12. The memories of her mother were fading from Anita's memories. Jim had been devastated. His life had become eat, sleep, and work. Although he managed to take care of his daughter's basic needs, he wasn't much of a father for the first 4 years, resulting in Anita almost bringing herself up. Now that she was 18 (almost 19), she was a very independent young lady, but she still adored her Dad, despite his inattention until she was 16.

Even after almost 7 years, Jim had never found a special someone, mostly because he just didn't have the will to look. At 40 years old, he was still jaded about the subject of dating. If it hadn't been for Anita, he'd probably not bothered with a lot of things, including his work as a design technologist in the residential building field. The job paid the bills, but gave him no real personal satisfaction. In fact, except for Anita, nothing did.

Anita, on the other hand, had inherited her father's artistic eye, and was pursuing a career in portrait photography while she attended a fine arts college. Photography was a tough field to break into, but the rewards seemed to be worth the work, in her mind.

There had been some men in her life, but Anita found that most of them wanted one thing, and one thing only. Sex. Like her father, she was more than just a little jaded regarding love and marriage. Like her father, she seemed to pour all her energy into her work and her studies.

Anita wasn't looking forward to another boring weekend, but resigned herself to that fate. She had to admit that while living with her Dad was comfortable, it had its drawbacks. She found herself feeling horny but with no relief. Sure, she could use her fingers, and often did, but the fantasies were so unrealistic. What she needed was a man.

Walking into the house, she called out to her Dad that she was home. She was surprised to hear him answer back.

"Hey, Dad! How come you're home? Not that I don't want to see you, but you're usually working whenever I get home. What gives?".

"Oh, just thought I'd get out of the shop early today. You know, getting away from it all? I wanted to see my daughter more than anything, so I got home about half an hour ago, and have been waiting patiently. Now that you're home, I could sure use a hug".

Anita wrapped her arms around her Dad's neck and held him to her for a moment. He returned the hug, but hung on longer than she expected, and she found that she was really enjoying his affection. Normally, that would indicate that all wasn't quite right with his world, and she could feel the concern for him building inside her.

Still with her arms around his neck, Anita pulled back just enough to look into his eyes as she asked, "Hey, you okay? You don't usually hug me like that unless something's wrong. Not that I'm complaining or anything. Of all the men I've known, you were always the greatest hugger. So, what's up?".

"I guess I'm just feeling a little guilty about the way I've treated you since your mother disappeared. Whenever I think about it, I'm not very proud of myself. Also wonder why the heck you hang around a loser like me, but I'm sure glad you do".

"Dad! Knock off with that bullshit right now! Ever since Mom left, you've always made sure I was warm at night, clothed in the day, and had food in my tummy. I've never wanted for anything, and I love you for that. And since you've lightened up over the last three years, you've always been there when I needed to talk. Always! I guess I hang around here because you're my best friend. Okay?".

Jim gazed into his daughter's eyes and realized how much he loved her. She put up with his moods, his tendency to stay by himself, but she was always there when he needed to be with someone, especially when the loneliness overwhelmed him. He kissed her softly on the forehead, then as was his custom, again on the tip of her nose. She kissed him on the lips, and not just a henpeck kiss. He could feel the passion.

"Umm, let's not get carried away here, okay? I mean, that's not the way a father and daughter are supposed to kiss, is it?", Jim reacted.

"Sorry, Dad. I don't know what came over me, but you looked like you needed a kiss. I know I did", she explained. Then she let her arms fall free of his neck, but she wasn't too keen on him letting her go. When he did, she excused herself and went up the stairs to her room.

As Anita lay on her bed thinking, the same questions kept running through her mind. If she could find a man like her Dad, she'd marry him in a heartbeat. But such a man didn't seem to exist. She stared at the ceiling, deep in thought, and absentmindedly began rubbing her breast. The sensations on her nipple were so very pleasant, and as they became more erect, she began to feel that wetness between her legs. Oh God, she was beginning to feel horny, yet her current lifestyle precluded that she have a man available. Well, at least, not one that she could truly love. So for now, it would be another evening masturbating, while fantasizing that she was with someone just like her Dad.

Her Dad? It hit her like a ton of bricks. More and more, her fantasies were about being with a man that was just like her Dad! In fact, all that was missing was her vision of his face! The discovery that she was fantasizing about having sex with her Dad both repulsed her and intrigued her. Why not, she thought. After all, he probably had the same needs as she did, and she was beginning to understand what, and how strong they were becoming! As Anita slid her hand inside her panties, she began to rub her clit. The idea of her Dad as her lover seemed more and more appealing.

But did he want her? Could he want her? The more she pondered that in her mind, the more she wanted a definitive answer. As hard as it was for her to wrap her head around the facts, she wanted him!

Jim wasn't a bad looking man for being almost 40. Sure he had a couple extra pounds around the middle, and some of the hair was beginning to thin. He kept himself well-groomed most of the time. He even trimmed the beard every other day, even though he had first grown it so that he wouldn't have to scrape his face with a razor every morning.

Anita was not bad looking herself. Her breasts had filled out to be quite full, but there was no hint of sagging. It took a 38D bra to contain them, but she was happy with her body. Like her Dad, she had acquired a few extra pounds, but it had distributed itself to most of the right places. Her tummy could use some slimming maybe, but the curve of her hips made it seem like it was supposed to be that shape. At 5'-6" and 120 pounds, she wasn't uncomfortable with her size. Now if she could only get her Dad to acknowledge that his daughter was a good-looking woman...

Her mind drifted back to her fantasy. In this one, though, her lover had a face, which was new. She could clearly visualize that it was her Dad that was touching her, feeling her, pleasuring her, and loving her. The lewd thoughts raced through her head, and she felt the beginning of her climax. Her breathing was now faster, shallower, and more ragged. She could sense her muscles tightening in anticipation. Slipping her finger up her vagina, she lightly rubbed the ridges inside her love canal, exciting her G-spot. She kept the pressure of her palm tight on her clit and stroked her pussy faster, deeper, and with more sideways movement. The vision in her head was her Dad with his finger inside her most private place, and she imagined him kissing her lips, her breasts, and her nipples. She felt the walls of her cunt flutter as they tried in vain to draw Jim's imagined phallus deeper inside. As her orgasm overtook her, it was all she could do to keep herself from screaming, "Daddy!".

Anita enjoyed reaching a climax, but it was never completely satisfying. This one, however, was more than she could ever remember experiencing before in her life. The trembling of her body seemed to almost paralyse her, and the afterglow felt more like the satisfaction she longed for, but which had eluded her. In that instant, she came to understand that the object of her desire was, in fact, her father!

Jim called that supper was ready, which almost seemed like an intrusion. She called down that she would be there in a minute or two. Slowly her body began to relax. Maybe she hadn't reached that level of satiation this time, but it was a lot closer than she'd ever come before. Her mind desperately tried to convince the rest of her brain that the only true solution was to make love to Jim, hopefully with his approval, but if not, she'd have to come up with some alternate plan.

As Anita walked up behind her Dad sitting at the table, she wrapped her arm around his chest and squeezed him lovingly. He reacted by placing his own hand over hers and pressing her arm against his chest, but that was all. Anita felt an overwhelming desire to nibble on his earlobe, or maybe run her tongue just inside his ear itself. It took all her willpower to stop herself, but she did settle for a kiss on his lower jawbone.

"Mmm, what was that for, Honey?", Jim quizzed her.

"What, a girl can't kiss her Dad once in a while now? I just wanted to let you know that I love you", she answered.

"I love you too, Sweetheart. Now sit down and I'll get your dinner for you. Wouldn't want it to get cold, would you?", and Jim got up to serve his daughter. Along with quite a few of his traits that Anita had acquired was her love of shellfish, and he appreciated being able to share those meals with her. He had also made garlic bread. Anita usually went through three pieces. Tonight was no exception. On his way back to the table, he reached into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of crackling ros' wine. Anita didn't normally care for wine, and they rarely had much on hand, but tonight he thought he'd surprise her. Setting her bowl and a side plate with the bread down in front of her, he whisked the wine bottle from behind him and presented it to her as though he were her personal sommelier. She giggled at his levity, then followed the role that she was cast in, accepting the cork for inspection, and a sample tasting of the beverage. Nodding her approval, Jim filled her glass, then his own. Upon completion, he clicked his heels together, gave a mock wince of pain as though he had hurt himself, and returned the wine to the fridge. Anita giggled her approval of his corny comic escapade, then took a sample spoonful of the chowder.

"Mmm! That's good! You gonna let me steal the recipe for this some day?", she asked.

"What recipe? There isn't one. I just make it up as I go. You know that", he reminded her.

"Still, it's one of your best dishes", she complimented him, then added,"Dad? Have you got anything planned this weekend?".

"No, not really. Why do you ask? Or have you got something in mind that you're gonna rope me into?". Not that he minded being Anita's "go for" whenever she asked. If the truth be known, he rather looked forward to those rare occasions when the two of them buried themselves in a project, whether it was his or hers. It was an attempt, he rationalized, to make up for those years when she'd grown up while he was busy working.

"I was remembering that trip we took up to Lumby Lake a couple of years ago. I'd love to do that one again. Anyway, if you're interested, I thought we could spend some time together planning a repeat performance?". Her voice was somewhere between a question and a statement.

"Lumby Lake? You've forgotten about the mosquitos up there haven't you? Shit, some of them had landing lights, and I was getting scared that they'd attack en masse and carry you away! But yeah. If you really have your heart set on going up there to commit harikari again, we can talk about it. Might even give us some of that quality father-daughter time you keep yapping about. Could happen, ya know!", he ribbed her. Anita said nothing, but her smile spoke volumes.

She remembered the log cabin that they had shared, especially as it only had one bed. That last trip, her Dad had volunteered to sleep on the floor, and paid for it with a sore back for a week! But if she had her way, they'd both share the bed this trip and maybe more. The more she thought about having sex with Jim, the wetter her pussy got, with a resultant determination to make her fantasy come true. "It's a good thing he can't read my mind", she thought to herself. "Otherwise, he'd probably pull my boobs off and tie 'em behind my back!".

After dinner Anita cleared the table off, loaded the dishwasher, and refilled both their wine glasses. Jim took the opportunity to sneak into the living room and turn on the stereo. He found some music that was relaxing, put it on, and lounged on the sofa. When she was finished, Anita joined him. Their tastes in music were similar, and she felt herself being softly lulled by the melodies. In what she hoped would be taken as a gesture of appreciation, she slid over to him and rested her head against the top of his chest. He responded by putting an arm around her with his hand slowly moving along the length of her arm. Anita felt safe and secure sitting like this, and the movement of his hand left a soothing warmth on her skin.

"Dad, how come you never looked for another woman after Mom left? I mean, you're a good-looking guy, you're warm, tender, always thinking of others. Any woman would be thrilled to get you as a catch!".

"Honey, when your mother left us, it hurt. A lot. And it still does. I know, I know, it's been years since she left, and you're always telling me that it's time to get on with life. But to be honest, I can do without the hurt in my life that she left, and ... oh hell, I'm scared shitless of going down that road again. And yes, I realize that you'll be getting married, having kids, and all that stuff, some day. Then I'll really be alone, but until that day comes, I'm really quite happy just sharing my life with you. After that, maybe I'll rethink this existence, and look for a good woman. Now, why did that come up? Did you meet a guy that you're afraid to tell me about?", he softly said to her.

"But aren't there times when you'd really like to be with a woman? I mean, not just as her escort, but as her ... lover?", she inquired.

"Anita Lorraine! What the hell has my love life got to do with this? And how come you're sticking your nose in your father's private life anyways? Or is this leading to something that I'm not supposed to find out about until it's too late?", he answered. His tone was firm, but not gruff. Rarely did he address his daughter by her second name, but when he did, she knew she was on thin ice. Still, he was holding her and rubbing her arm in an attempt to let her know that he was open to her inquiries. He just didn't guarantee that he would answer, and she could accept that.

"Sorry Dad, but it's been a long time, and I think you deserve to be happy again. Hell, we both do. When Mom left, I felt totally deserted and abandoned, but you were there to help me pick up the pieces and get back on my feet. I want to see you as happy as you've made me. Shit, I'd kill to live that long! Maybe I am sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong, and maybe I'm stepping over the line, too. But it's because of how I feel about you. I'm afraid that you'll leave it too long, then when you do go looking, it'll be too late. Or worse, you never will go looking, and I'll end up the daughter of a lonely and scared old man. You have any idea how much that would rip my heart out?", she chided.

Jim turned and gazed in his daughter's eyes, and her love for him jumped out and smacked him in the face. God, if she weren't his daughter, he'd fall head over heels in love with her in two seconds flat! The impact of that thought hit him like a runaway freight train! Not only was she pretty, despite his fatherly prejudice, but she was a warm and wonderful woman, too. In deference to her being his daughter, he kissed her lightly on the forehead. She felt so good in his arms, and tasted even better! He'd better be careful, or she'd arouse the lust in him that plagued him every night. Except that she was his daughter, and a father wasn't supposed to feel lust like that.

Anita scrunched her forehead a bit under the pressure of her Dad's kiss and pulled back enough to see his face.

"Umm, Dad? If you keep slobbering on my forehead like that, you'll give me chapped skin!", and she lifted her finger to her lips. "That's what these are for, okay?", then she leaned up to him and kissed him lightly and softly, but still insistently. Jim had a burning desire to kiss her harder, but that nagging voice in the back of his head kept saying, "No" even as his lustful heart yelled, "Yes". Just to be safe, he broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes again, but no words were spoken between them for a full minute.

"Dad, at the risk of getting my ass swatted, can I ask one more really personal question?", she cooed.

"Sure, as long as I'm not compelled by law to answer it!", Jim told her as he tried in vain to lighten the conversation a bit. She definitely had something in mind, but he had no idea what it was. Still, he knew deep inside him that it would be tough, if not impossible, to refuse her an answer.

"Okay, sometimes people get ... horny, and I'm betting that you do, too. Cards on the table? I do, and I don't handle it well. There are times when I yearn for a man, someone that will love me, caress me, and want me. I've tried all the usual ideas, from masturbating to rolling over and trying to sleep instead. The usual result is that I wake up the next morning, grumpy as hell, and bitchy all day. But you never seem to be like that. So, what's your secret? How come you always seem so cool, calm, and collected?", Anita confided.

"Me? Cool? Calm? Collected?", Jim replied inquisitively. "You must be on some strong medications, Babe! But in answer to your question, I have my moments of ... well, lustfulness. I just do what most guys do, and go to the one-hand release method. It's not very satisfying, but it's better than nothing, I guess. About the only thing that makes it worthwhile, I suppose, is that I get to live in my own little fantasy world for a while, and those fantasies are probably all that keeps me sane. How about you? Do you have fantasies too, when you ... play with yourself?".

"Sometimes. I had one just before dinner tonight. I didn't start out horny, but as soon as that fantasy crept into my mind, I couldn't stop. I guess the best part was that this was the first time I could see his face, and it was the best orgasm I've ever had", she told Jim, then added, "So who do you fantasize about?".

"Umm, not sure if I should tell you, Miss Snoopy Panties! Besides, it's my fantasy, and I can have anybody in it that I want. Can't I?", he dodged, then decided to play her little game. "But if you really want to know, you'll have to tell me your fantasy first. After all, a guy has to protect himself from prying females somehow".

Anita hesitated, wondering if she should spill the beans or not. If she did, and her Dad was as open and honest as she thought he was, he'd accept her dream lover. It was also possible that he'd push her away and leave the room, but then she'd know if he actually wanted her or not. The third possibility would be for her to duck the question, or fib, which would leave her still unknowing.

"You", she whispered.

You could have knocked Jim over with a feather! He'd been fantasizing about making love with Anita for a couple of years, and here she was with the same fantasy! Holy Shit! His mind was threatening to shut down his brain! Dare he pursue this further?