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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Three weeks. That's how long it had been since I blew out the candles on my eighteenth birthday cake, since I waited with nervous anticipation for my daddy to come to me, to love me, to make me his. But he never did.
I waited up until the sky lightened and the birds started chirping. And when Daddy asked me at dinner if everything was okay, all I could do was cry and ask to be excused.
I didn't know why my daddy didn't want me. I'd been eagerly awaiting my eighteenth birthday for two years. Ever since I overheard my parents telling my older sister Scarlett that it was family tradition for fathers to fuck their daughters once they turn eighteen. Teach them everything they needed to know about giving and receiving pleasure.
Scarlett had freaked out, telling my parents how sick and depraved they were. She left for college and never came back. But I spent the next two years fantasizing about what it would be like to feel Daddy inside me, pounding away at my little pussy while he told me how much he loved me.
Except Daddy didn't visit me that night or any night after, and I couldn't even look at him without tearing up and feeling like I wasn't good enough for him. Sometimes I'd catch him watching me from across the room, but when I'd glance up his eyes would dart away. I couldn't figure out what I'd done wrong.
I looked up at a knock on my bedroom door to see Daddy standing there. He'd loosened his tie and had his suit jacket slung over one arm. He was so handsome with his deep blue eyes and neatly trimmed beard. He liked to joke that he should shave it off because gray was beginning to thread through it, but I liked it like that.
"Hey, princess. How was your day?"
"It was fine, Daddy," I said, turning back to the math homework I was working on.
"Is everything okay?" I heard him take a step into my room. "You haven't been yourself lately."
"I've just been busy with school and stuff."
"Are you sure that's all it is?"
I captured my bottom lip between my teeth. I hadn't been able to bring myself to say anything to Daddy about it. But I needed to know, once and for all, what was so wrong with me.
"How come you wanted Scarlett but not me, Daddy?"
"What?" His voice was a strangled whisper, and when I looked up at him he was staring at me intently.
"I heard you. When you went to her on her birthday."
"Princess—"
"I just want to know what's wrong with me, Daddy. Maybe I can fix it." He didn't say anything, but I pressed on, determined to have answers now. "Is it because I'm not a virgin? I wouldn't have gone all the way with Jake if I'd known."
Daddy jerked, and his eyes darted to the window and the house across the street. "The Henderson boy?"
I nodded. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Is...is that why you don't want me?"
"Oh, baby. No." Daddy tossed his jacket on the end of my bed and knelt on the floor in front of me, his hands warm on my thighs. "After the way your sister reacted, I couldn't bear the thought of losing you the same way. What would I do without my precious little princess?"
Daddy reached up to cup my cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb over my skin.
"So y-you don't hate me?"
"Princess," Daddy breathed, his hand sliding around the back of my neck and pulling me toward him. "Is that really what you think? That I hate you?"
I nodded, pulse pounding when he shifted closer, his grip tightening on my neck.
"I could never hate you, Hazel. I want you so much. I have for a long time. But I can't lose you the way I lost your sister. I wouldn't survive it."
"You won't lose me, Daddy. I want to be yours." My eyes dropped to his lips. "In every way."
