NOTE FROM SKYEWRITER-- I do not condone incest in real life, because of certain things that I won't elaborate on. But writing these stories empowers me...and I happened to fall in love with my main character, Cady, because her father loved her enough to let her have a childhood. This is a story of consensual, loving relations between a father and his legally of age daughter. Enjoy!
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Cady #1: My Loving Daddy
Hi. My name is Cady Smith. I recently turned 18 years old on April 12, 2002. I have a sexual relationship with my father. I must say that it is consensual, meaning, I agree with it. My daddy takes care of my needs, and I take care of his. In case you are wondering, he never touched me as a child, or hurt me in any way. Daddy loves me, and I love him
Our relationship began on my 18th birthday. I have very few friends, and I prefer it that way. I donât like people my own age. I have always been an only child, and used to adults. My mother died when I was only 8 years old, so it has been me and Daddy ever since. I look more like my mother than I do my daddy. I have long brownish-blonde hair and brown eyes, and am petite, only 5â2â and weigh 115lbs. Daddy is in sharp contrast to me. He has thick hair despite his 50 years, black with streaks of gray, and dark blue eyes. He is a big man, 6â2â and weighs a healthy, 220lbs.
Anyway, I wanted my birthday to be just me and my daddy. It always was on my birthday, and it was a very special day of my year, because my daddy owns his own business, and he is busy a lot. He owns a computer supply business that is very successful. We live in a nice 3 bedroom condo on the outskirts of Chicago in the suburbs. I have everything I could ever want and need. A nice, big bedroom, lots of clothes, a TV, a computer all my own, a phone in my roomâŠand anything I ask for (if I ever asked for anything, which I have never done), I get, and even what I donât ask for is provided for me.
Daddy doesnât want me to go away to college. He wants me to take over his business when he dies. He says heâs going to train me when I get out of high school. I pretty much agree with him. I donât really want to leave my daddy. Iâm his little girl. Iâve often wondered: What would he do without me? It seems a bit weird, a girl not wanting to move out on her own, but Daddy takes care of me. He loves me, as I donât think anyone else can. And I knew all this even before we became intimate. I have never had the desire to leave home and go away anywhere. I take care of my Daddy. I fix his breakfast every morning, I clean the house when I get home from school, and I make sure I have dinner for him when he gets home. Nobody could take care of my daddy like I could!
Which is why I was a little upset when I found out he was seeing a lady named Marilyn Rainer. I knew the only thing she was after was my daddyâs money. I didnât like her at all. I decided I was going to talk to him about it on my birthday night. I knew Daddy wouldnât get mad at me, we had always been able to talk. As I was driving home from school that day in my 2002 Volkswagen Bug that my daddy had bought me that year, I was looking forward to the night ahead. Daddy had taken the day off, so I knew he would be home when I got there. School, I thought ruefully, Only a few more months till I graduateâŠI wish I didnât have to.
I hated school. The kids there were so immature, and boysâŠno way! I wasnât even interested because they were so childish! They never understood me at all. Did I say I had few friends? I really had next to no friends. The people that I âhung outâ with at school were rejects too, and I never invited them home. Daddy didnât like them. He didnât think they were appropriate for his little girl to be associated with. I didnât like them much either. We were only together for necessity at school. Everyone has to have a crowd to be with at school. Me, Cassie, Jane and Reggie were basically together because we had to be. Or they just tolerated me. I never could figure it out. Yes, I hated schoolâŠbut I didnât want to disappoint Daddy by not graduating. So I kept excellent grades, straight Aâs and Bâs. I wanted to make Daddy proud. I couldâve been accepted to a good college, but in reality I knew I wasnât going to go. I told everyone at school I was going to take a year off (the teachers that cared anyway) but I wasnât going to go, because I was going to work in Daddyâs business, and I was going to own it after he died (which isnât going to be for a LONG TIME!). Daddyâs very healthy, and heâs only 50.
As I pulled into the driveway, I saw Daddyâs 1997 Black Ford Mustang and I smiled. This was our special night, it was my birthday. We were always together on my birthday. I raced inside the house just in time to see Marilyn Rainer coming out the front door.
âYou and your father have fun tonight, Cady!â she said in a soft tone to me. I could feel my eyes sharpen instantly. I really didnât like her. Money grubby bitch, I thought angrily, but I forced a smile.
âOkay,â I said shyly.
She smiled, a false smile if ever there was one and waved goodbye and left to jog toward her house. I glared at her back.
âCadelle!â my father said sternly, âWhy are you giving her such a bad look?â
I blushed hard under Daddyâs disapproving gaze and felt tears just begin to well in my eyes. âDaddy, Iâm sorry, I just donât like her.â I said plaintively.
He sighed. âCome here Cady, weâll have none of this on my little girlâs special day,â he said in a soft, gentle voice. I ran to him and gave him a big hug. So he was going to be with me tonight! Just like always! Ha, ha, HA! I thought as his strong arms wrapped around me.
âI rented Little Women tonight,â Daddy said, âJust for you, precious, your favorite movie! What do you want to do, go out for dinner tonight? Wherever you want to go little girl, just name it.â
âOh Daddy, you spoil me! But can we order Chinese tonight? I want to stay here, with you tonight. I had a rough day at school and I just want to spend time with you.â I said, and nuzzled his neck.
He held me at arms length and looked me up and down. His eyes sparkled as he looked at me, and a strange look that I had never seen before had entered his eyes. It was like he wasnât seeing me as his little girl, but as a woman. Maybe even a desirable woman. I shivered under his intense gaze.
âYouâre growing up, Cady,â he said with an unusual gruffness to his voice, then he cleared his throat and continued in a more lighthearted tone, âI got your birthday presents, kitten. I even had them wrapped special! Come on, you look at them while I order the food. But donât open them before Iâm done, young lady!â
I giggled, and while Daddy was ordering the food, I put my book bag in my room and put my school stuff up. Then I went into the family room and sat on the big couch, where my presents were piled up around it.
Daddy sat down beside me and I opened up my presents. I got a couple of new outfits (Daddy must have had Kate, his assistant, help him pick out the clothes), some CDâs, and my favorite was a gold heart locket with #18 engraved on the outside. I opened it. On the left side was âLove, Daddyâ and a picture of me when I was a baby on the inside. I hugged him tightly and thanked him over and over. It was a beautiful locket. I put it on immediately.
The food came 2 hours later and we ate together in the dining room. I wanted desperately to bring up the subject of Marilyn, and what I had the feeling she wanted from Daddy, but I didnât know how. It was really bothering me, because I had heard from people at Daddyâs business that she was a gold digger. But I didnât know how to say it to Daddy, and that was unusual because I could tell Daddy anything! Then another dark thought crossed my mind. What was she doing over here today? I thought about itâŠand my stomach churned. Was she trying to seduce my daddy? He hadnât been with anyone since my mother died...ten years ago! Then another thought came to me. My daddy has needs like a man. What if⊠I nearly choked on my food as I was thinking this. Of course, I understood that Daddy was a man, but not this woman!
Thoughts raced through my mind. What if they are already doing it? What if they get married? Sheâll make me leave! Who will take care of Daddy then? She sure as hell wonât! That Marilyn bitch, sheâll ruin everything! No one cooks and cleans for Daddy like I do, nobody takes care of my daddy like I do and sheâll want me to leave home! Who thinks itâs normal for a daughter to live with her father after 18? My thoughts grew more and more frantic as I tried to choke down my Chinese dinner. She doesnât like me anyway! What if Daddy falls in love with her? Things will change between us! It wonât be the sameâŠthat bitch will ruin everything! What about Daddyâs plans for me! She might even take his business and ruin it! Oh, Daddy, no!
I could feel myself begin to tear up as I finished my food and sat down on the couch as Daddy put in the movie. That bitch would ruin everything, and she would even ruin my daddy! Nothing would be the same!
When the movie started, Daddy came to sit beside me. I put my head on his chest and began watching, trying to keep those thoughts out. When it came to the part at the beginning where the four girls received a letter from their father away at war, I couldnât hold back anymore and burst into tears.
âCady?â Daddy asked, then he wrapped his arms around me, âCady! What is it, kitten? Whatâs wrong with my little girl?â
All my thoughts came spilling out. About Marilyn being a gold digger. About what if they got married and she wanted me to leave home. About how she would ruin our relationship, and it has been so strong. About how no one could take care of him like I could. I just spilled my thoughts in sobs. I donât think Iâve ever been so honest, even to Daddy. There was only one thing I couldnât really say, and that was a question about whether or not he was having sex with Marilyn. I really wanted to ask, but I was wondering: How do I ask my own daddy that question?
Daddy held me in his arms and smoothed back my long, brownish-blonde hair. âHey, little girl, you listen to me,â he said softly as I sobbed into his muscular chest, âMarilyn is a companion. I am not going to marry her. Not now, maybe not ever. I donât want to get serious about anyone just yet.â
I continued to cry, but softer now as I listened to him. âNo one is as important to me as my little Cady. I know you need me Cady, you need me like your mother always needed me. Your mother, God rest her soul, wasnât fit for this world. She was a fragile woman, but she needed me and I loved her more than anything. Cady, your mother depended on me for everything, and needed me to control things for her. You need the same thing, precious little girl. You need me to control things for you, and I think you know this too. Iâm never going to let anyone make you leave.â Daddy said gently.
My sobs quieted as I looked up at Daddyâs compassionate, dark blue eyes. I noticed the strength in my Daddy just then, and I felt a surge of something I had never felt before. It was a primal urge, years late and never before fully blossomed. It was almost spiritual in its sexuality, and I felt a tingly thrill shoot through my body as I looked up at my handsome daddy. His short, professionally cut yet wavy black hair streaked with just a little gray to give him mature character, his eyes so blue and lovingâŠI could feel myself getting damp in my crotch thinking a forbidden thought. I want to meet Daddyâs needs! In every way!
I blushed hard and put my head back down on his chest. I hugged him and pressed my face against his strong chest to hide my blushing face. I smelled his man-smell and breathed deeply. I felt another wild thrill shoot through my loins as I smelled his wonderful smell. Suddenly, an idea came to me. It was a crazy idea, but an idea I just couldnât ignore.
âDaddy,â I said softly as soon as I stopped blushing over it, âIâll be right back!â
I went to my room and grabbed a short nightgown. It came up to my upper thigh. It wasnât a sexy nightgown by any means, because that wasnât right for Daddyâs little girl at that time, but it was short. I went to the bathroom and put it on. I had rarely worn it around Daddy before, because it was so short and I didnât want to embarrass him, but I wanted him to look at me...really look at me, like a woman. I remembered the way he had held me out earlier and looked at me. I wanted him to look at me like that again.
I re-entered the room and plopped down beside him and snuggled up to him again. He stiffened a little and looked at me. âLooks like my little girl changed clothes,â he said, but there was a different, throaty tone to his voice.
âYeah,â I said, âI was getting warm in that outfit I had on.â
I looked at him. I really wanted to ask him if he was having sex with Marilyn. I didnât know how, and it bothered me. I can usually talk to Daddy, but Iâve never talked to him about sex! I thought...What do I do?