Daddies share a very special bond with their baby girls. It is a mystical bond that transcends all others and is beyond description.
In the father's eyes, his baby girl is his very world. She is his princess and even though she may have mild or sometimes sever character flaws, to him she can do no wrong. In short, the world revolves around his little girl and nobody better mess with her or there will be hell to pay and he will be the payment collector.
To the little daddy's girl, her father is the pinnacle of perfection. Her daddy is the best thing ever and he knows all and can fix all and will always be there for her. If you were to ask her who hung the sun, moon and the stars, she would look at you and say in a sweet little girl voice "My daddy did."
My sweet daughter Mandy and I share this type of bond and more. It is a bond that is deeper than words can even imagine to begin to describe and a bond that is almost mystical and spiritual and one that will never be broken.
Our bond began on her birthday which happens to be the same as mine and over the years grew stronger and stronger. Growing up my pet name for her was "Buttercup" but now as our relationship has evolved to a deeper more intimate level of soulmates and lovers, I call her my "Sweet Peaches n' Crème."
How did we cross the line from a regular father daughter relationship to one of intense passion, well it began slowly and gradually and before you know it we had crossed the line but without regret or remorse.
To give a better understanding of how it all occurred we need to go back to the beginning. Miranda, my wife and I met in college. I was studying to be a graphics design and advertising major and Miranda was studying to be a nurse. We had a whirlwind courtship and before we knew it Miranda was preggers and we were married when we were both about 20. Six months later, on my 21st birthday, Mandy was born.
For nine years we had a wonderful life but unfortunately Miranda could not have anymore children. We were a very close and loving family and next to my loving wife Miranda, Mandy was my world. I was fortunate to have a good boss who let me do a lot of work from home so I was there for Mandy when my wife had to pull the long 7a.m.-7 p.m. shifts.
From day one, I doted on Mandy and she was my little princess. As she grew older our bond became stronger and Miranda thinking it was sweet, encouraged it. Never in my wildest or darkest imagination did I ever think I would be sharing my bed with my daughter. I just loved her like a normal father did and she loved me.
Also Mandy knew that she could come to us when ever she faced a problem and we encouraged her to be open and honest with us no matter what the issue and she was.
For all practical purposes, it was a storybook life but tragedy would strike shortly after Mandy's 9th birthday which would bring tears to her sweet little eyes and I would have to look into those sweet loving brown eyes and tell her that her mommy wasn't coming home that she would be "Walking with the angels and looking after us in heaven."
Miranda had been hit by a drunk driver after pulling a late shift on the weekend and as I took Mandy to see her mother, Miranda took Mandy by the hand and said sweetly and lovingly "You are going to be the woman of the house from now on. I want you to promise me you will take good care of your daddy and love him like I would and care for him like I do."
"I promise mommy," Mandy said as Miranda stroked her sweet dark chestnut brown hair in pigtails and wiped the tears from her eyes'
"Fret not little one," Miranda said with a soft smile. "I will always be with you and in you. All I ask is you love and take care of your father and be the best little girl you can be," and with that she closed her eyes and we were ushered from the room
Two days later Miranda was buried and from the moment the funeral was over Mandy knew she was now the woman of the house and from that day forward our relationship would become stronger.
I threw myself into work and looking after Mandy. She was all I had left and I was determined to hold on to her. If I could be faulted with anything for the next nine or so years it would be being an overly protective father, yet Mandy knew and understood I was doing it out of love and appreciated it.
From the time we were on our own Mandy was open and honest about anything that concerned her. The first big test of this was shortly after school started when she was thirteen. Mandy came home and wanted to talk to me about a problem that was bothering her.
"What is the is the matter Buttercup," I said with a sweet loving fatherly voice.
"I need to talk to you about something but I don't know how to put it," Mandy said looking at me with those big brown eyes. "I was scared and when I told the school nurse about my problem she just smiled and said it was normal and that I should talk to you about it."
"Well tell daddy what the problem is," I said stroking her brown hair making her fell comfortable.
"Well, I was", and she then got quiet and looked around as if to see if any one was listening and then in a soft whisper continued the sentence by saying "bleeding from between my legs," and with that she almost turned a shade of deep red she blushed so much.
"Oh I see," I replied smiling knowing that it was time to have "the talk" with my little girl so I explained to her that it was all part of growing up and that nature was just getting her body ready for when she gets married and has her own family.
With a great sigh of relief she hugged my neck but then said the school nurse told her to get some pads and if I could pick her out some, so I did and with that little crisis solved she was happy once again.
The next three years would be pretty much uneventful except I would watch her go through typical teenager stuff. She would want to dye her hair purple then she out grew that, then she wanted to wear make up so I helped her with that.
In high school I also watched her go through a number of stages. The first one was when she went on a "meatless kick." She became a hard core vegetarian because a friend convinced her that it was the right thing to do so I honored it. However that didn't last two weeks and she broke that kick by bringing home a Big Mac.™
Also during this time, her hair would change and lighten as well as become curly(almost frizzy). It would lighten to a sandy brownish-blonde color she would joke that she resembled a poodle dog because of her curls, but she didn't care.
The next big events in which my fatherly advise would be called upon occurred basically at the same time(within a week or so of each other) the autumn following her 16th birthday.
She had come home from a party smelling of smoke and being the concerned father I asked her had she been smoking any thing. She tried to play it off but I had her look me in the eyes and tell me she hadn't been smoking.
That is when I noticed she couldn't and she told me that she had tired pot and had started smoking cigarettes as she pulled a pack that was nearly ¾ empty from her jacket pocket.
"So how long has then been going on young lady," I said in a loving but stern voice holding the cigarettes up.
"About a week or so," Mandy said looking down sheepishly afraid to look at me.
"Look at me," I said in a loving voice putting my hand under her chin to get her to raise her head up. "Why didn't you come to me first if you wanted to start smoking," I said. "I wouldn't have liked it but I could have gotten you the cigarettes."
"Would you have really," Mandy said smiling
"Yes," I replied. "Believe it or not I am not some ogar. If you want to take up smoking I can't talk bad about it because as you have seen I do it too on occasion."
"There is however one thing you must know," I added. "The law says that in this state persons under the age of 18 cannot purchase alcohol or tobacco so all you need to do is to tell me what brand you like and I will get them for you."
"You will," Mandy said smiling. "Thanks. That's a load off my mind. I was worried about how I was going to get them. Angie's sister got them for her and Angie gave me this pack."
"Well sweetie, there is one stipulation I will make and you MUST agree to," I added.
"And what's that," Mandy said almost in a worried tone.
"You must agree that you will only smoke here at the house or when you and I are together somewhere" I said. "Agreed?"
"Agreed," Mandy replied smiling. "Thanks a lot You 're the best dad in the world and I am sorry I snuck behind your back and started smoking," Mandy said giving me a warm hug and going off to bed.
With that I would have no more problems with her sneaking around doing things. However, would I be ready for what came next? The answer would be yes and no.
I was not ready for the fact that my baby girl was thinking about sex, what father is. There she was 16 years old and fully developed, her supple 34B-24-34 body, medium figure and her hair worn almost like a young woman. My baby girl was not a baby anymore, but I am glad that she decided to come to me with the issue.
It seems that she had begun experimenting with self pleasure. She pulled the dlido out that her best friend Angie had let her borrow.
"So tell me how far have you gone sexually," I asked concerned but nicely.
I haven't slept with a guy if that is what you are worried about," she said in an exasperated tone. "Don't worry, I am not ready for that," she said smiling. "I am saving myself for someone special, my prince charming and knight in shining armor."
"When I find him you will be the first to know," she said assuringly putting her hand on mine. Little did either of us know that that statement would be a foreshadowing of our relationship to come.
After Mandy turned 18 the summer of her graduation, she now was of legal age and she began acting like an adult. When she was at home, she would wear little if anything and was now not afraid to let me see her naked and it seems like she went out of her way to let me see her that way.
Mandy also made it a point to try to see me naked. She always seemed to catch me when I was showering or changing clothes to talk to me and she would act non-chalantly about it standing there topless or in an open shirt and no panties.
