This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or deceased is accidental. WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual activity and incest. If any of that bothers you then thanks for checking in, but this story is probably not for you. All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen.
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It was 3:35 am on a Saturday morning. Someone was knocking on my door. "Daddy, daddy wake up. Let me in." It was my daughter Cindy.
I quickly threw in a robe and rushed to the door.
I knew it had to be something bad for Cindy to be at my door this time of morning. I opened the door for her.
She came sobbing into my arms. "What is it Cindy? What's wrong?" I asked.
"I found the SOB with another woman," Cindy replied referring to her husband Bill. "I knew all along that he was cheating."
I made her some tea to which I added a generous slug of scotch. "Drink this," I told her. "It will make you feel better." After having a second cup of scotch laced tea she calmed down enough to talk.
"Bill said he had a problem at work and had to stay late. About ten I became concerned. I called his cell but he didn't answer. I was worried so I drove to his job site. His car was in the parking lot, but the office doors were locked and I couldn't get in. I was about to call the police because I thought he might be sick."
Cindy took a deep breath before continuing, "Then a car pulled up. Bill got out. I could see a woman was driving. I went over to find out what was going on. Bill didn't even try to hide it. He told me she was his woman. Daddy she was pregnant."
"Asshole," I said referring to Bill.
"What will I do daddy?" she asked.
"You will stay here till things get settled. I have plenty of room. Your old bedroom is still here," I told her.
"Thanks Daddy," Cindy replied.
"First things first. You go to your room and get some sleep. The bed should be made. There are extra blankets in the closet if you need them." I said.
"Daddy do you have a shirt I can sleep in I don't have anything with me?" Cindy asked. I went to my room and rummaged through my closet till I found a shirt that she could use. I took it to her in the living room. Cindy took it, thanked me, and went upstairs to her room. By this time it was 5:30. There was still time for a few more hours sleep, so I went back to bed.
I awoke at 9:30 to the smell of bacon and coffee. I got up and found Cindy frying bacon. She was still wearing my shirt, which only came to mid-thigh. Nice legs I thought. At once I pushed the thought away. She is my daughter after all.
"Good morning Daddy," she said. "I took the liberty of making us some breakfast. I hope you don't mind."
"I don' mind at all. I appreciate it." I said before asking. "Don't you need some more sleep?"
"No Daddy I couldn't sleep. I had too much on my mind."
She had the table set. Cindy had made eggs over easy just as I liked, fried bacon to a crisp, and baked biscuits. She poured us both a cup of strong black coffee. As we ate I asked Cindy what she planned to do about getting her personal belongings.
"Well," she said. "I'm not going for them by myself. Would you go with me?"
"Sure baby," I said using her pet name. That afternoon we took my truck and drove to their house. Cindy and I walked to the door. Cindy did not bother to knock. She opened the front door and went in. Bill was asleep on the sofa with his arms around an obviously pregnant woman.
"Damn you Bill!" Cindy yelled. Bill and the woman both woke up.
"Well Cindy back already?" Bill asked. "Did you miss my cock or did dear old dad take care of you last night?"
"Bill," I said. "Don't get vulgar."
"Bill I just want my belongings," said Cindy.
"You aren't taking a damn thing from this house," Bill stated.
"Come on Cindy, let's go," I said. "You can use the law to get your things." Cindy and I went out and Bill followed us.
"You never were much of a fuck," he said to Cindy. "You are a sorry piece of pussy."
Cindy turned red with anger. "So your pregnant whore likes your cock does she? You are a small dicked poor excuse of a man," Cindy told him.
Bill made the mistake of taking a swing at Cindy. Before he connected I caught his arm and threw him to the ground.
"OK old man," he said. "I'm going to beat the hell out of you in front of your daughter then I might just make her fuck me while you watch."
He started to get up only to get a kick in the gut from my left foot. "Bill," I warned him. "Don't cause yourself any more trouble. Cindy get in the truck."
I carefully watched Bill as I got in the passenger side.
"I am going to file assault charges," Bill stated as we drove away. "Your ass is going to jail."
"Take us to the Sheriff," I told Cindy.
Sheriff Bentley was an old friend. He advised us to go ahead and find a lawyer. "Owen he can file charges. You were on his property and you did throw him down and kick him, but it was in defense of Cindy so I doubt the charges will stick. Looks good on you that you came in on your own. That will teach him not to screw around with a former Army Ranger," Bentley said with a grin.
It was neatly six when Cindy and I got home. "Are OK?" I asked Cindy.
"No Daddy, I am not. To be insulted in front of you was bad enough. I am sure his whore heard every word which I suspect was what he wanted. He was trying to act tough to impress her. Thank you for defending me."
Cindy started to cry. I hugged her. Her warm body felt good. Her firm breasts pressed against my chest. She had a slightly sweaty scent which I liked. I held her and the unbidden thought, "I bet she is a good fuck," played in my mind. Pushing the thought aside. I told Cindy we would find a lawyer Monday morning.
Cindy went to the kitchen. "I'll make us some dinner," she said. We ate and washed the dishes. Cindy went to shower. She was wrapped in a towel that revealed her smooth shoulders and upper chest when she came out of the bathroom. Her light brown hair was still damp. Daddy or not I admired her beauty. She went upstairs to her room.
I made tea and once more doctored hers with scotch. Cindy came back down to the living room. She was wearing the shirt that I had loaned her last night. I couldn't help admiring he shapely legs as she joined me on the sofa. She sipped her tea while we watched television. She slipped closer to me and asked me to hold her. I put my arm around her shoulders and she snuggled against me.
"Daddy thank you for being here for me," she said.
"That is what daddy's do," I told her.
Cindy put her head on my shoulder. "I wish I was still a little girl. Then I could sit in your lap and everything would be alright."
Cindy had more tea with scotch. She nestled against me
"Daddy I like sitting next to you like this. It makes me feel so warm and safe. Am I cuddly?"
"Cindy you are very cuddly," I told her beginning to get a bit of an erection from holding her close.
"I need to go to bed," she said. "I'm getting sleepy and if I stay longer I might decide to screw you."
I watched some more television then showered and went up to my bedroom wondering if she was serious about thinking of screwing me.
We got up Sunday morning and had breakfast.
"Daddy I need to wash my clothes," Cindy said. "I have worn these since Friday and they are getting a bit stinky."
"Go ahead," I told her. "You can wear one of my shirts while your clothes wash and dry."
"Shucks Daddy I was thinking of just going nude while I do my laundry. I look good naked," said Cindy.
"Cindy," I said. "While I am sure you look really good naked I don't think you should be undressed around me."
"OK Daddy, but I am going to wash my bra and panties too, so I will have to watch how I move doing laundry or you might get a look at my ass," she said. "Not that I would mind."
"I wouldn't mind either," I thought.
"Cindy when your clothes get dry I need to take you shopping. Until you can get your belongings you need some things," I told her.
"I do Daddy. I need clothes including under clothes. I need pajamas and personal things, like a toothbrush, deodorant, and other stuff. Daddy I hate to ask but I don't have any money," Cindy said.
"Don't worry, Cindy. I got it covered. My consulting business is doing well. Money is not an issue," I told her.
I took Cindy shopping at a local department store. She took some items into a fitting room to try on.
"Daddy," she called. "Come in for a minute. I need your opinion."
I went in and was surprised to see Cindy topless except for her light pink bra which revealed a lot of cleavage. Daddy or not I liked what I saw. She proceeded to model some blouses. Being a typical man I wasn't much help as I told her everything she tried on looked good. Before I could object she stripped off her jeans to try on some pants. Her panties were almost transparent and very tight. I could see she had no pubic hair. The outline of her pussy was clearly visible. She was beautiful.
"Cindy?" I asked. "What are you doing?"
"Trying on clothes Daddy."
"Yeah, but stripping in front of me."
"It's OK Daddy I just wanted your opinion," she grinned. "See anything you like?"
I was not sure if she meant the clothes or herself. I stammered somewhat too flustered to give a coherent answer.
"Poor Daddy. You can go. But if I stay with you we are certain to see each other slightly undressed from time to time," she said.
Cindy made her selections and gave the items to a clerk to hold while she finished shopping. She selected some personal bath products and asked if she could have some perfume. I told her OK. We stopped at a supermarket for groceries, then went home.
We unpacked our purchases and Cindy took her items to her room. While she did this I went into my home office to do some work. I was so busy working that I lost track of time.
"Daddy dinner is ready," Cindy called. I shut down my computer and left my office going first to the bathroom to wash my hands. Coming out I saw Cindy setting the table. She had on a red sleeveless blouse and tan shorts. Her hair was hanging loose at shoulder level. Cindy was lovely and I enjoyed looking at her.
Dinner was smoked pork, whole red potatoes, rice with gravy and lemon pie for desert. It was delicious. "If up you keep feeding me like this I may never let you leave," I told her.
"Thank you Daddy I just might stay. You need a woman in your life," Cindy said.
After dinner I helped her with the dishes. Standing beside her I could smell her sweet cinnamon perfume.
"You smell very good," I said.
"Thank you Daddy. I have on the perfume you got for me. I am really glad you like it," Cindy said.
We finished the dishes and went to the den to watch TV. Cindy sat beside me on the sofa. Cindy put her head on my shoulder as she snuggled against me.
Monday we went to the law office of Jennifer Lewis, another old friend. She listened to our story, shrugged and told us not to worry.
"One, I'll obtain a court order to get you belongings, Cindy," she said. "And I will file for a legal separation on your behalf. Two, I will try to beat Bill to the punch by filing charges against him for swinging at Cindy."
The days passed and we fell into a routine. Cindy would usually make breakfast and dinner. I did work in my office. I helped clean house and did the yard work. At night we sat together on the sofa. She would rest her head against my shoulder and snuggle while we watched television. I found myself becoming very attracted to my daughter. It was wrong and I knew it, but she was so lovely and sweet,
Cindy started kissing me goodnight. Just a light peck on my cheek or lips. Nothing passionate. Cindy was right about one thing. We did sometimes, by accident, see each other in underwear or just wrapped in a towel. Cindy had a beautiful body.
