I felt the bed move and knew she was crawling in behind me. The first time she had scampered into my bed was three days after her mother died. That was two years ago. Now, she seemed to make the trip much more frequently.
"Daddy," she whispered, "can I lay down with you? I'm scared."
"Of course Coreen. You know daddy is always here for you."
"Oh daddy, you're the best," she said as she snuggled in next to my back.
I knew this couldn't go on much longer. She would be eighteen tomorrow and this kind of father/daughter snuggling would have to stop. She was up before I was the next morning and cooked breakfast.
"Come on daddy, it's time to eat," she called from the dinette.
I didn't really want to get up. It was Saturday. Coreen's eighteenth birthday. I stumbled into the dinette. She had prepared sausage, pancakes and hot coffee.
"What are you doing today honey? Do you have a big party with your friends planned?"
"No daddy, I'm spending the day with you. I'm an adult now and I can do what I want."
"Well, how about we drive up the coast to Portland, Maine. It's only fifty miles or so. We can spend the day exploring the coast and then have a seafood dinner?"
"I'd like that. We haven't been to Portland since mama died," she said.
"Well, I'm going to take a shower," I remarked as I polished off the last of my breakfast.
"Could I help you daddy? With your shower, I mean."
She had a look in her eyes that I had not seen in a woman in a long, long time.
"You know you can't do that. Just because you're an adult now doesn't mean you can flaunt your sexuality."
"I'm not flaunting anything daddy. I'm sorry," she sobbed.
I took her gently into my arms and hugged her. "You know daddy loves you. And don't think you're not pretty enough. If you were anyone else, we'd be wet right now, but you're my daughter and we just can't do that kind of stuff."
Her sobbing stopped. "I'll take a shower as soon as I clean up the kitchen," she sniffled. Freshly bathed and ready for the road, we got into my vintage MG roadster and took off up the coastal highway. The day was warm so I had the top down. Coreen looked like a movies star with her sunglasses and scarf. I got several envious looks in some of the little villages we passed through. We stopped in a little village for lunch. Our table overlooked the water. Small fishing boats were milling about. It was like a scene on a postcard.
"Oh, daddy, it's so beautiful. I just love these little towns. I think it would be fun to live in one."
"Yes, sweetheart, but you would miss your friends and your shopping. What would you do all day?"
"Well, I could go fishing and cycling and of course, take care of my man!"
"That sounds like a good plan baby girl. Let me know when you find your man."
"I've already got my eye on one daddy. I'll tell you all about him next week."
"I can hardly wait. Let's get on up the coast. The bright lights of Portland are waiting for us."
We got in the little car and continued driving north. We stopped at several scenic rest areas and watched the ever changing ocean. I thought about what she had said. The longer I thought about it, the better it sounded.
"You know, daddy, we don't have to go home tonight. We could get a hotel room and make a weekend of it."
"That sounds like a plan!" I agreed. "We'll find a quaint little hotel or motel along the coast and get a room. Then we'll come back to Portland for dinner."
"Super!" she shouted into the wind.
We found a really nice little place on an inlet. She was with me when I started to register for the room.
"Just register us as a couple," she said.
So I registered us as Coreen and Jason Hargrove. The desk clerk automatically assumed we were married and put us down as Mr. and Mrs.......How quaint.
When we got to our room she turned quickly around, put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. Then she stood back and smiled at me.
"My man," she said. "Let's go to dinner."
We wound our way back to Portland and found a really nice seafood joint right on the water. It is hard to beat New England seafood. I must admit I pigged out. Coreen, for her part, ate quite a bit too. Stuffed to the gills, we left the restaurant and walked down the waterfront. She clung to my arm and giggled a lot. We walked out on a public pier where the locals were fishing. When we got to the end, she spun me around and kissed me again. She wasn't giggling anymore. She stared into my eyes and I stared back. It was at that moment I knew my lovely daughter was in love with me. A shiver went down my back as I became aware of the implications. Was I in love with her? I loved her and had for all the days of her life, but I couldn't see myself falling in love with her.
We went to the Sears store and bought some underwear and a fresh change of clothes for tomorrow.
"Come with me while I try these on," she laughed and led me by the hand toward the dressing room.
I balked at the door. "I'm not going in there with you," I told her.
"Why, daddy, I never thought you would. Just wait right here while I try these on."
She disappeared into the dressing room. When the door swung open again, there she stood in only her new bra and panties.
I thought my eyeballs were going to explode. I had no idea she was put together so well.
"What do you think daddy?"
"I think you are teasing me. What do you think?"
"You could be right. It's fun, isn't it?"
I hoped she hadn't spotted the lump in my pants. My dick had swollen to attack condition one. I couldn't help it. It just happened.
"Maybe you should get some clothes on before store security locks us both up."
"Okay daddy, anything you say."
We got back into the car and headed for the hotel. I was beginning to wish we had gotten separate rooms. I knew tonight was going to be a real test.
