*This is a fictional story, any and all characters in this story are above 18 and are consensual, and the father/daughter relationship is a fantasy. If this bothers you, please stop reading now*
Getting divorced was a terrible experience; made even more so when the ex in particular was a rabid, greedy bitch who sought to steal your entire livelihood. Thankfully, when this all started, I started keeping track of her whereabouts and how often she 'stayed late for work' and when she filed the papers for our divorce, I was able to turn in evidence to my lawyer that she was whoring herself out to her boss.
Despite me being in the right and her in the wrong, the bitch did everything she could to suck up everything I worked hard for. My cars, the house, my 401(k) and the rental properties I received when my father passed. When that all failed in the courts, she then turned to the one thing I couldn't live without. My daughter, Livie.
Livie was seventeen when she had filed the papers, and over eighteen when the entire ugly ordeal was tying up, so she was aware of her mother's actions. Even now, two years later, I laughed under my breath when I remembered how my daughter had scrunched up her face at my ex, and told her, "Daddy did nothing wrong, you're the one who couldn't keep it in her pants!"
After that, my ex cut her losses and cursed Livie as she left with her meager belongings. At first, I thought she would be heartbroken. Livie was a straight-out girly girl who loved to go shopping with her mother and get her hair and nails done whenever a weekend freed up for them. But after the first month, Livie seemed happier than ever as she attended the small community college nearby and worked the part-time job at the grocery store.
I stand in my kitchen now, washing dishes as I remember asking her about how she felt about it.
"Sweetheart, I know this is probably tough for you, but if you need anything... anything at all, please talk to me." I remember begging her as we sat one morning in the kitchen.
She smirked, her hazel eyes warm as she shook her head, golden locks shimmering in the light. "Daddy, she may have birthed me, but she had no right to treat you like that. I'll always stand behind you when it comes to her."
Maybe it was then, I mused silently as I rinsed the bowl in my hands.
She was becoming a smart, capable young lady... and it was fucking HOT.
I started to notice, really notice then, how beautiful she was. She wasn't very tall, maybe five three, and had plump breasts that struggled to stay under her bras, with a small belly with just enough rolls to make my mouth water and a giant, juicy ass that tempted me to bite and nibble it as I used my hands to color the skin there. Once, not long ago, I caught her adjusting her bathing suit while she walked in through the back door, and the beautiful pink nipple had my dick harder than steel.
I cannot remember the last time I came as hard as I did that night as I propped myself in my shower and stroked myself like a horny teen. I came so hard I saw dots across my eyes, cum spewing from the tip of my dick like literal bullets.
Now, anytime she came near me, my brain goes to the sight of her breast and the nip I saw, and my dick is hard and ready. No matter how many times guilt cropped up inside about having these lustful thoughts about my own blood, I couldn't draw the urges back. My brain and my body saw her as a viable female, one prime for breeding and I was more than ready to make her see me as more than a parental figure.
Livie herself came walking in the garage door, pulling me from my thoughts. She beamed, her perfect white teeth glowing against her tanned skin. "Hiya, Daddy! How are you?"
I accepted the kiss to my cheek, feeling my body go taut at the feel of her skin against mine. "Good, sweetheart. How was school?"
She groaned, letting her head fall back and giving me an uninterrupted view of the swell of her breasts peeking from the V-neck shirt she wore. I could even see the skimpy bra, the lacy patterns teasing me as the hid her perfect nipples. "So long! And Miranda decided to skip classes today, so I was bored out of my mind."
"Sorry to hear that," I began as I looked up at her face. It didn't last long as she launched into another story, my eyes flicking down to see the skimpy black skirt she was wearing, baring her toned claves and thighs to my eyes. I knew, without her having to do so, that if she turned around and bent down, I would be gazing at Heaven.
"-my eyes are up here, Daddy," she whined, snapping her fingers in my face. I double blinked, opening my mouth to apologize, when she followed up with, "you can look all you want when we finish dinner."
Her words didn't register for a long moment as I stared into her eyes, but when they did, I blurted out, "what do you mean?"
Livie pouted at me, pushing her plump bottom lip out. "Come on, Daddy. I'm not stupid, I know how you have been looking at me recently. And I heard you jerking off in the shower that day when I flashed my tittie at you."
Shock had frozen me solid.
She took that as a silent admission, stepping forward until she was flush to my body, her freshly manicured hand landing on my chest, the bright purple polish winking at me. "It's why I haven't found a boyfriend yet. Nobody could compare to my Daddy, not when he looks at me like I'm the answer to all his problems."
Fear ratcheted up in my throat. Having the lustful fantasies and the wandering eyes was one thing, but acting on them? "No, sweetheart, you have it wrong. I-"
She shook her head. "Daddy, you told me I couldn't lie to you. Why are you lying to me?"
