These stories are glimpses into the lives of daughters who fuck their daddies. I will not be expanding on them. All characters are 18+, and this is a work of fiction.
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I stepped in from the cold, shaking the snowflakes that had accumulated on my collar onto the narrow mat. Stepping out of my boots, I grunted in disgust when my sock found a puddle of melted snow seeping out from under my brother's discarded shoes.
"The cubby is right fucking there," I muttered, bending to shove my boots into place and stowing Alex's next to mine.
"Hey," my brother said, swinging his keys around his finger as he came toward me, "I was wearing those."
"No, you were making a mess you won't bother cleaning up," I corrected.
Alex grinned in that charming way that made Mom forgive him for anything and rubbed a rough hand over my hair.
"But you're so good at cleaning up after me. I'd hate to deprive you of it."
He hauled his boots back out and stuffed his feet inside without bothering to untie the laces.
"Where are you going? It's starting to get dark and the snow is getting pretty deep."
"Rachel's doing this study thing at her house, and I have that big physics test coming up."
I snorted and crossed my arms over my chest. "The only thing you ever study at Rachel's is her tits."
"That's not true," he replied, shrugging into his coat. "I also study her pussy."
He pulled open the door, and I shivered against the icy blast of air, looking beyond him to where the snow swirled in the growing dark.
"Did Mom and Dad say you could go?"
He chuckled. "I prefer to ask forgiveness instead of permission. Try not to ruin it for me with your big mouth." Alex started to close the door, and then stopped himself. "You know you might have more fun if you broke a rule every once in a while. Do something unexpected."
If only he knew. The door closed behind him with a thud, and I waited for the sound of his car to start before turning and heading for the stairs. Given the option of going up to my room or down to my dad's office, I chose the latter, going slow and stepping carefully over the creaking third step so I wouldn't disturb him. Or so he wouldn't know I was there. I hadn't decided yet.
God knows Daddy and I were breaking the rules. Or we had that one time. When he caught me coming home drunk from a party and I admitted something I'd never intended to tell another living soul. That I had naughty, dirty thoughts about Daddy touching me, tasting me, fucking me.
I didn't mean to say it. Those were things I kept to myself. I only pulled them out late at night when I was all alone and my hand wandered to my pussy. Those thoughts were just for me in the dark. Daddy never should have heard them.
But he did. Because I was stupid and drank too much wine and made out with a boy who left me horny and wanting more. Maybe if I hadn't stayed out past my curfew Daddy wouldn't have been waiting up for me.
And if he wasn't waiting up for me I wouldn't have said all those things. And if I hadn't said all those things then he wouldn't have lifted me onto the counter, bunched my skirt around my waist, and done them.
I thought I'd given myself some pretty good orgasms with the dildo my best friend gave me as a joke for my eighteenth birthday. But nothing I'd been able to do to myself had compared to coming on Daddy's fingers and tongue and cock.
It felt so good. The way he touched me. But it was wrong. How I felt about him was wrong. Daddy didn't seem to think so. He'd made it very clear in the week since it happened he wanted it to happen again. But it couldn't. Because I was a good girl, a straight A student. I followed the rules. And good girls didn't fuck their daddies.
I peered around Daddy's office door. His back was to me, broad and muscular, and he had the phone pressed to his ear.
"The more they change the specs, the longer it takes," Daddy growled. "I'm not a fucking machine, and they're not my only client. If they want to break ground on this in the spring then they need to make up their fucking mind and let me do my work."
Silence as Daddy listened to whoever he was talking to. "They have one week to get the project details to me. Any longer than that and I'm hitting them with a late fee."
Daddy ended his call and dropped his phone on top of his desk. He ran his hand through his hair, thick and dark blond. I knew what it felt like to run my fingers through it while his mouth was glued to my pussy. I turned to head back to the stairs, not wanting him to know I was watching.
"Come here, Bailey."
I swallowed hard, freezing in my retreat, but Daddy didn't turn around. How did he even know I was here?
