A Father's Feral Passion
Disclaimer:Not real people and everyone is 18+.
Author's note: I'm working hard on longer format stories. I appreciate all my readers and want to improve for you. Thank you
RENO
I set the heavy bags of concrete down next to the holes for the fence I was building. It had been a dream come true to move out here to this property in the mountains, and now I had promised my daughter a dog. A dog meant a fence so I was out working hard on building one.
"Hey dad! Want a break?" Called Abby my little girl. Well little was a stretch, she was 18 and all curves. Only five feet tall she had taken after her mother, mocha colored skin and chocolate colored hair she kept cut to her shoulders. Her eyes were mine though, bright green and mischievous. I had blond hair and green eyes, not to mention I was built like a bodybuilder, we were opposites to say the least.
"Sounds good. How about we sit out here on the porch?" I said and took the glass of lemonade From her hand as she offered it to me. We settled on the back porch of our cabin, I had built it by hand, and started chatting while I took a break.
"How is your class work coming, Abbs?" I asked and she smiled big, she was a dedicated student taking her classes online.
"I aced my algebra test, and my lit essay is finished. I'm actually done with class work till next week." She said happily, it looked like she would be happy for the extra time to goof off. I looked out at the backyard half the posts were set and I just needed to get the other half finished.
"Thanks for all your hard work dad." Abby said, placing her hand on my knee. I knew the gesture was meant to be innocent, but my cock twitched at the contact. My attraction to Abby had started a few years ago, when she had started to really develop. It had only grown as her affection with me didn't diminish over time like most girls with their dads. She would still give me full frontal hugs and kiss my cheek, such a little temptress.
"I'm going to work on some of my painting, do you need anything else, Daddy?" She asked, calling me daddy like it wasn't a turn on. She pecked me on the cheek and bounced inside. The small pink minidress she was wearing popping up to show her panties as she went. I groaned at the view, her beautiful ass in that pink thong. I polished off my lemonade and went back to the fence. Maybe some hard labor would take my mind off my daughter's amazing body.
ABBY
I watched dad work from my window, my hands taking delicate brushstrokes as I tried to capture his stunning body on display for me. The canvas came alive with his toned muscle, his sun kissed skin, I was practically drooling as I painted him. Of course I could never let him know I felt this way. This thirst I had for his body would have to be quenched with the stolen hugs and lingering kisses I gave him.
"Daddy, you're so incredible. Look at how you bring my canvas to life." I whispered as I stared at him out in the yard through my curtains. He stood from setting the last pole and I rinsed my brushes wrapping up my painting for the day. It was time to make dinner anyway. I went into the kitchen and smiled at dad as he walked in and headed to the shower, he gave me a little wave in response.
The rich soup I had made for dinner was bubbling away on the stove as the garlic bread in the oven toasted. Dad reappeared in a pair of sleep pants and my eyes feasted on his bare chest. The curly blonde hair that coated his strong chest and trailed down into his pants made me want to run my hands through it. I shivered and smiled at him.
"Leek and potato soup tonight. With some yummy garlic bread." I told him as he went to the fridge and pulled out a beer.
"Sounds delicious. I'll grill out tomorrow after the fence is finished. Does that sound good?" He asked and I clapped my hands happily. He sat at our kitchen island and watched me get dinner plated.
"I want salmon and shrimp! Some roasted peppers too!" I cheered and he laughed as I set a bowl of soup and some bread down for him then got some for myself as I sat down across from him.
"How did your painting come out?" Dad asked and I blushed. The painting was coming along great, it would definitely be going in my personal collection.
"I don't know if I'll sell it. It may be too personal for me." I said honestly, unable to lie to dad. He smiled at me, he knew I got attached to my art.
"Well, I'm sure you'll make one that's not too emotional soon. I believe you can make some money off your art baby girl." He said and I grinned at him. He was my biggest supporter, we were all each other had after mom had left with another man when I was an infant. Dad had moved us out to the mountains last year, he had built this beautiful cabin for us and he continued to improve it.
Last month when I turned 18 he had promised to get me a puppy. He had said we had to get ready first so he was building a fence while I did dog research. I hadn't told him yet I had my heart set on a Cane Corso. They were big and loveable, but scary looking and trainable for protection. Great family dogs.
"I'm going out for a run, kid. Remember to keep the doors locked okay?" Dad said as he grabbed his bear mace before going out. I locked the door behind him, worry written on my face. A large protection dog would make me feel better about being so isolated too. I cleaned the kitchen and packed away the leftovers before going back to my painting of dad.
Pounding on the door made me shoot off the couch as I watched my movie. I rushed to the door and gasped as I looked through the peephole. Dad was leaning against the front post bleeding from a large wound in his arm. I ripped the door open and ran out to him.