When I was born, my father had been put in jail for armed robbery, and my mother, then 23, met my daddy, then 20, when I was only about 2. Though he wasn’t my ‘real’ father, I had always thought of him that way, and he was the only daddy I knew.
I was just about 12 when my mom walked out on daddy and me. She left one summer to go live in the city. Said she couldn’t handle living such a ‘small’ life. Daddy and I never heard from her again. I didn’t mind too much, my mom had always been depressed, and I loved my daddy.
We lived in a small ranch in Nebraska. Daddy raised and sold cattle. We had about 10 ranch hands that stayed at the ranch during the week, but other than that it was just me and daddy.
Daddy and I had always been close; he had taught me everything I knew. There wasn’t another school for about 20 miles, and instead of taking the long hot bus ride into town, I was home schooled. Occasionally we got together with some of the other kids on nearby ranches, but as I got older, I really just stayed at home.
The day before my 18th birthday, I was so excited. I would finally be an adult! Not that I thought too many things would change, but still, what a great age to be. That night, over dinner daddy seemed pretty excited also. Going on to all the men that worked for him how his pretty little girl would be a woman, and so on. I just sat there blushing, as I could feel constant eyes looking me over.
I was well-developed, even for my age. My hair was long, and red, my skin tan from spending so much time out on the ranch. My legs were strong from endless days of horseback riding. I’d inherited my large breasts from my mother, and I think my daddy had noticed. I thought about how lonely he must be out here all the time, but than my attention turned to the clock as my daddy told me it was past my bed time.
“But, dad!” I protested.
“No darlin’, you’re not 18 yet, and your bedtime is still 10 o’clock.”
“Okay daddy...” I sighed, and jumped up from the table and went to give him a kiss. “I love you daddy,” I said.
“I love you too, pumpkin” He said, and I walked up to my room. A couple minutes after I walked away, I heard the men laughing and hollering. I figured they were all just getting drunk, and went to bed.
Morning came, and I woke up with a start. It was already 9am! I know it was my birthday, and I was now 18, but daddy would not be happy that I had slept in so late. I ran in to the bathroom, and jumped in the shower. Wanting to be, and feel, nice and pretty for my 18th birthday, I made sure to clean myself up extra well. I shaved my legs, and my underarms, and then I shaved my pussy nice and clean. I had seen this in a porn movie I had stolen from one of the ranch hands once, and had tried it and liked it so, I always shaved there. I got out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around me and walked down the hall and into my room.
I opened my door, closed it behind me, turned around and saw my daddy sitting in the arm chair across from my bed. He almost seemed to be crying.
“What’s wrong daddy?” I asked
“Nothing darlin’… You’re daddy is just lonely.”
“I’m here for you daddy. Always”