Cassie Overhears

My name is Cassie, I'm 19, 5' 6", I have sun bleached dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I live at home with my dad in a little beach town on the Florida coast. There's a bigger town about an hour away that has a community college I go to, and I used to be an amateur competitive surfer. I don't really have to work since my dad pays for my school and most of my expenses, he even gives me an allowance for clothes.

My dad is a very successful businessman of some kind, we have a big house and he's always having people over. Since my mom died of cancer when I was twelve dads' been taking care of me. We have a great relationship and I'm always joking with him.

For the Fourth of July I decided to have a party. I invited my dad's two best friends, Roger and Mike. I grew up with uncle Roger and uncle Mike, and their kids. Roger had two boys, twenty-six and twenty-four this year, and Mike has a daughter my age named Beth. Beth and I got along but she's super boy crazy and not very attractive, so it was a lot of moping.

The party had been going for a few hours, everyone all over the place. I had been sent on a secret mission from Beth to steal some of my Dad's Tequila. I would need to get the keys from the kitchen and then go into my dad's office and get one of his back-up bottles from under the bar.

I walk into the kitchen where my dad is chatting with Roger and Mike. Dad is looking good in a short sleeve grill shirt. 'He's still in good shape for forty-five.' I think as I eye my father's shoulders.

"Wow, look at you, you almost look like a princess." I smile at Uncle Mike as he leans over the counter at me and so I then twirl my dress for him.

Uncle Mike is the same age as dad, forty-four, is a lot smaller than dad, but has movie star good looks with his blue eyes, sparkly smile, and great wavey hair. 'Sorry dad but Mike wins in the hair department.' I think as I look over my father's bald head, 'I mean, he does look good bald.'

"Thanks Uncle Mike."

"Cassie! Congratulations on the win!" Uncle Roger stands up behind Mike, towering over him, with a slim tall build. 'So tall, mmm.' I always like looking up at Uncle Roger.

"Thanks! Finally," I had won a local surfing competition earlier this summer, I don't just look like a surer girl. "Only took four years and the last year I can compete in this division."

Roger's laugh makes my chest ruble with how deep it is. "Still won, baby-girl." That was what my dad and his friends would always call me, Baby-girl.

"Yeah, congrats" Mike says with his smile.

I give Uncle Roger a hug as he walks around the counter, just a quick squeeze and a pat on the back, my tiny frame engulfed by Roger, then slip around the counter to give Mike a quick side hug before rubbing up against my dad and looking over his shoulder to see him finishing wrapping up the roast from dinner. "Hey baby-girl."

"Hey daddy, need any help?"

"This is the last of it baby-girl, go have fun with your friends."

I kiss him on the cheek and then slip out of the kitchen, grabbing the spare keys from the desk on the way out the door. I head over to dad's office, just around the corner from the kitchen and go inside. I head straight for the bar at the back of the room and go behind to start looking for the tequila. I spent a few minutes looking, growing more and more frustrated, 'Are we out? No, dad just bought another bottle for tonight and we already had an extra.' I turn the light on my phone and crawl into the cabinet. I hear talking and laughter, 'Shit, someone's coming.' I think pulling the cabinet door closed and turning off my phone light. I hear Roger's distinct laughter, 'Crap, it's dad.'

The door opens and I can hear the men come into the room and head right over to where I'm hiding. 'Do they know I'm here?' I panicked.

"Now that I'm done. Want some tequila?"

"Fuck yeah." Mike says and I can hear Roger's deep "Sure."

Someone, 'probably dad' comes over to stand in front of the door to my cabinet and I hear glasses clink a few times before liquid pouring. "Wow, that Cassie sure is looking good."

"She's growing up nice," Roger agrees.

"Yeah, she's the best. I love her so much, I'm so proud of her."

"Gotten real pretty."

"Real pretty."

Some silence as, I assume, they take sips of their drinks. "Have you ever thought of her? You know?"

"With Cassie? What do you mean?"

Mike laughs "So you have."

"Asshole." My dad laughs.

'Wait, are they saying what I think they're saying?' I think with horror.

"Yeah, I've thought of her before."

"Of course, you have, man. Don't worry, we won't judge you. Man. You have eyes. Fuck, I'd fuck her brains out." Laughter.

'Is dad laughing at that?!'

Roger rumbles "I'd fuck her stupid."

'Roger?!'

Dad laughs, "Fuck, it's so good to talk about it. I would go balls deep in that baby-girl right now, if I could."

'WHAT?! DAD WOULD FUCK ME?! FUCK ME?!' I can barely believe what I'm hearing.

"She is so pretty."

"That fucking ass, mmm, those shorts." Sounds of agreement.

"Those shorts, she's been wearing them all summer and I thought my balls would implode the first week I jerked off so much." Laughter.

'What? My shorts? I know I look good in them, but my own father? It feels kind of good that I looked so good but gross, my uncles and father. My dad?' I started to feel sick.

"What would you do to her right now?"

"Fuck, I'd fuck her pretty little mouth, no doubt. She's so pretty, and I would love to get into that sexy mouth of hers." My dad says.

"I would like to play with that pretty 19-year-old pussy of hers"

"Bend her over and fuck that perfect ass."

"To slide slowly between those pussy lips. The thought of having Cassie on her back as I drive it into her. Fuck! I am so fucking horny right now."

"I get you man. I wish we could run a train on her right now."

"Oh, fuck that's hot."

'A train? They want to take turns fucking me. What?!'

"Set her up in here and just take turns in her."

'Dad said that, he wants to take turns on me with his friends?'

"She's so perfect, I could never."

"Of course not, we know you would never, and we wouldn't either. I just wish we could."

"Yup, exactly."

"She is the perfect daughter and a wonderful woman."

"Yes, she is, and we want only the best for her."

"Very proud of her." Roger rumbles.

"But seriously, if you ever touched her." There is a heavy pause, "I'd for sure kill you." Another pause, and then they all burst into laughter.

"We know, dude."

I hear as dad and his friends leave the office. I crawl out of the cabinet, no tequila in hand, and head toward my room. 'Dad wants to fuck me.'

I get to my room and lock the door before burying my face in a pillow. "What the fuck did I just hear?" I screamed into the pillow. I sit up on my bed and look over to the mirror at myself. "Dad, dad... fucking dad, wants to fuck me. Like really fuck me." Dad's words roll around in my head, about wanting to use me, my body, to play with me and fuck me. "Fucking asshole. So proud of me, loves me so much, that fucking prick." I screamed into the pillow again. "What an asshole!" I sit up breathing heavily from the screams. "Proud of me? They spoke for like 2 minutes about how proud they were and how much they loved me and almost forty minutes talking about fucking me. They said they wanted to take turns on me. What the fuck? Is that normal? Is this how it is?" I can't wrap my head around my father talking about wanting to play with my pussy and watch as his cock penetrates me. Images of my father roll through my head, the things he said flashing behind my eyes.

I think of what my father said about my mouth "I would like to sit back and watch her really suck my cock, drool, deforming her cheek, burring her face in my nuts, all of it as she pleasures her father. Fuck I would like to have her on my cock."

"I mean, I've seen porn, there's incest porn everywhere, I just didn't think people actually wanted to fuck their daughters."

"Fuck, I need to think of something else." I pull out my laptop and watch some of my favorites, hearing three men talking about how much they want to fuck me for an hour kind of got me worked up. I fall asleep a little later, frustrated with my father's words and porn images rolling around my head.

When I wake up, I've decided it's just a fetish and some people have it, I was just surprised. My dad would never hurt me, and he would never fuck me. "I mean, I'm pretty sure he'd fuck me, but I don't think he'd initiate anything. I didn't even know until last night."

I get up and get dressed, going down to breakfast. I got a bagel and head up to my room. I pass dad on the stairs and mumble a good morning.

I try to go about my day but my dad and the things he and his friends said about me keep playing in my head. "Can't you just imagine your cock pressing between her pussy lips? All pink and glistening?" Mike laughs.

"I'm sure she's so fucking tight. To watch my cock sliding in and out of her, fuck." Dad laughs with Mike.

I avoid my father and try to get in some training before I head to meet with some friends for surfing. A few days go by with me avoiding dad, thinking through how to understand how my life is now and how I feel.

"Hey baby-girl, do you want to get dressed up and we'll go out for dinner? I haven't seen you in forever."

'Baby-girl, gross.' The words flash in my head "Suck that cock baby-girl, work daddy's cock." They all laugh. 'Suck my cock baby-girl, bend over baby-girl, come sit on my lap baby-girl. That is forever ruined.' I think to myself.

"Of course, daddy, where are you thinking?"

"The club, so you'll need to put on a dress."

"Okay, I'll be down in a little while."

"We need to leave in an hour."

"Yes, daddy."

I got dressed in a little blue sun dress that shows a lot of leg with little cotton panties and no bra. Dad and I headed to dinner with the radio on, dad sang along as usual. I can't help but smile over at him as he serenades me for a moment before turning back to the road.

"You look real pretty tonight baby-girl."

I smile at him "Thank you, daddy."

"Are you doing, okay? You haven't been yourself in a few days."

"You know daddy? I'm not, I'm not myself."

"What's wrong baby-girl?"

"Can we talk when we get home?"

"Of course, baby-girl."

"Thanks, dad."

We had a pleasant dinner, dad tries to cheer me up for a while, making jokes and playing games with the waiter. I try to hold on to my anger, 'my disgust!' I think to myself. But then daddy makes a joke or goes on a funny rant, and I can't help but laugh. Once I laugh at something, he has me, he gets me talking, and then we're chatting like normal.

'I can't help it; I love him so much.' I shake my head to myself, exasperated instead of angry. 'Is it that bad? How many times have I seen a porno about incest? There are Reddit posts about it. It's just so... weird.' I look over at dad 'Inside me?'

On the ride home we are both quiet, the radio on low, dad drives in silence smiling to himself every once in a while. 'Dad is cute, way better than a lot of guys.' I look over his shoulders and big hands on the wheel, 'And manly' I smile, 'He would love hearing me call him manly.' I smile bigger, still looking at dad, 'He might like that more than fucking me.' I can't help but laugh a yip out loud as I think 'No, dad would fuck me.'

"What's so funny, babygirl?"

"Nothing daddy, just a thought."

He beams over at me for a moment before looking back at the road, looking over at me every few seconds "You are so beautiful, babygirl."

"Thank you, daddy." I beam back at him until I remember him talking about putting his cock in my mouth. I look away but then smile to myself 'He's not lying, he does think I'm beautiful.' I laugh to myself before looking out the window and laying my head back on the seat. Dad and I ride the rest of the way in silence.

We get back to the house and I go upstairs to use the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, "Okay, you can do this. You need to confront him about this, it's eating you up." I fix my makeup and look at myself "I'll corner the bastard." I smile and head down to talk to my father about his conversations he's been having with his friends.

Dad is sitting in his winged chair in his office, and I take a seat on the couch in front of him.

"Come sit baby-girl." He pats his lap, and I hesitate before getting up to slip into his lap as he wraps a hand around my waist. Dad reaches up with his mouth for a kiss and I give him a peck on the lips. "So, what's bothering you? Is it mean boys?" He smiles at me.

I smile, "Kind of, um this is kind of serious."

"You've been stealing alcohol."

"No, I mean yes, but, wait, how do you know about that?"

Dad laughs "What do you mean how did I know? I know how many bottles I buy." Dad smiles a big grin at me and then laughs.

I can't help but laugh, his laugh contagious. "Dad, yes, I stole your booze."

"You know I would have just let you. Really, you didn't even need to ask, you're 19, I would have just let you if you had a drink." He chuckles.

I look at him shocked, 'What? I...what?' I just started to laugh, throwing back my head. "Daddy! Are you serious?!" 'That night changed my life, and I didn't....'

Big smile on his face "Of course babygirl, you know I trust you and this is our home, this is the place I want you drinking. I mean, I don't want you drinking but if you do..."

"I get it dad." I laughed and pat his shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't really want to encourage drinking. If you were drinking more than every once in a while, with Beth, I would have made sure to talk to you about it. I was planning to on your 21

st

."

'If I had just asked. I know I can always just ask him.' I take a deep breath and can't help smiling in relief. 'I can just talk with him, this is dad.'

"Dad, I have something serious I need to talk to you about."

"Something else? What is it babygirl?"

I take a deep breath, "Dad, I heard you and Uncle Mike and Uncle Roger."

Dad's brow comes together in confusion "What do you mean?"

"Dad, I heard you guys on Sunday night, in here talking."

"What?"

"I was stealing a bottle of tequila and was under the cabinet when you guys came in, so I hide." I paused and look into his big blue eyes, the same as mine, 'mom had brown eyes.' "Dad, I heard what you guys were saying, what you said you want to do to me."

"Baby, that was.."

"Dad. You said you would tell me the truth when I asked."

"Babygirl, I don't know what to say, I mean you heard what we said."

"Daddy, you said..." I lean in and say quietly "Daddy you said...you'd...fuck me."

He looks at me for a moment, and then quietly, "Yeah babygirl, I'd fuck you if I could."

I just look at him in shock, 'I mean I heard him before but for him to say it right to me.'

"Wow dad, wow." I shake my head and slowly start to smile and then laugh. 'What? How is this real life? I feel like I'm living a Reddit post' I laugh and dad smiles, shoulders relaxing. "Oh my god, dad." I look at him, a smile on my face from shock at the world, that my father just said, to me, that he wants to fuck me.

I look at him and just don't have any anger, just love and exasperation, as I realize that no matter what, dad is still a guy. 'And guys always want the same thing.' I shake my head. 'But he's just being a guy, He would never hurt me. Fuck, he would kill, literally kill anyone that tried to hurt me.' I knew this so deep down that I couldn't be angry, and I just accepted that he was just a normal guy.

"Dad, I mean, I've seen porn. Incest porn is everywhere, I know what people are into. It's super weird but I mean, I guess it's kind of normal, but I never thought I'd be part of it or that my dad would fantasize about fucking me. That's still weird but I accept you daddy, I know you're a guy and a guys a guy, I guess." I'm smiling at him by the end.

"Really?"

"I mean yeah, dad, I was shocked hearing you guys but, I love you and I know you love me. You've never touched me or tried anything."

"Of course not!"

"I also heard at the end how you would kill Uncle Mike and Uncle Roger if they ever touched me."

"I would too."

I laugh "Fuck dad, I know, I could tell." We both laugh. "I know you will protect me from anyone."

"I will babygirl."

I start to laugh again "But fuck dad," I pause looking him in the eye with a big grin on my face. "You want to fuck me." I shake my head and then sit back up straight.

Dad smiles "I'd put my cock in your mouth right now if I could."

"Daddy!" I say in outrageous laughter.

"What? It's the truth, I want my cock in your mouth."

"Dad! I'm your daughter! You're not supposed to say that!" I can't help but laugh with him.

Dad's laughter dies down and he looks me in the eyes with a smile on his face. "I don't just want to say it, babygirl. Let me put my cock in your mouth."

"Dad! I'm not going to suck your cock!" I look at him in shock, a smile still on my face. "Just because I accept you doesn't mean I'm going to blow you, dad!" I laugh. 'The audacity of this man.'

"Babygirl," He pauses with a smile on his face, trying not to laugh. He takes a deep breath "Babygirl, Cassie, my wonderful daughter. You are stunningly beautiful" My smile grows as he compliments me, knowing he's messing with me but also telling the truth, "Big blue eyes, those dimples, your button nose, and your sexy mouth." I laugh at the sexy mouth part. "Babygirl," He smiles bigger "I just want to look into your beautiful face" He pauses "While you suck my cock."

"Dad!" I screech and slap his shoulder playfully. "Is this how it's always going to be now?!" I laughed and slapped his shoulder again. We calm and I look down into my father's eyes, and it hits me "Fuck daddy!" I complain.

"What babygirl?"

"This is how it will be, isn't it?"

He turns his head to the side in curiosity "What do you mean, babygirl?"

"Daddy, you'll tell your jokes, you'll sing, or, or something, and I'll start laughing and then." I slap my hand and yell "Bam! Your cock will be in my mouth, just like you told uncle mike and uncle roger." I laugh and dad beams a big smile up at me as I sit on his lap.

"Just like that babygirl?" He laughs

I tilt my head and look at dad as I jokingly complain "Fuck daddy, you're going to fuck me, aren't you?"

"What? I mean..."

"No daddy, fuck, it just occurred to me." I look at him and take a deep breath. "You're going to fuck me, it's like inevitable or something." I stare at him waiting for a response.

Dad smiles at me, starts to say something and then pauses with a big smile and then he tries to say something else, but nothing comes out but a big smile. He puts his hands down in defeat and gives me a cheeky smile. "Sounds like I get to put my cock in your mouth." He looks at me expectantly with a giant grin on his face.

I just look at him, 'the fucking audacity. I shake my head and stand up, 'it really is inevitable.' I look down at dad, his slacks not hiding his hard on. 'Fuck, I'm not going to blow my father!' I pace back and forth for a moment and then look at my father again, 'Okay,' I'm looking at him and affection washes over me, 'yeah no, I know I will.'

"Fuck" I say in exaggerated frustration, finding the situation ridiculous and just funny.

I walk up to my dad, abruptly stopping my pacing, and stand in front of him smiling before shaking my head, "I'll do this once, daddy." I gather my hair into a ponytail. "I can't believe I'm doing this but" I kneel at my father's feet and look up at him "One time daddy." I reach forward and start to unbuckle his pants. "Fuck! I can't believe I'm doing this." I laugh.

Dad looks down at me in shock, a smile on his face. "You're really doing this?"