I had spent the majority of my adult life wanting nothing more than to meet that special woman, get married and have kids and live happily ever after. Ever since I was in my teens, all I wanted was that wife and kids, and to live in a log cabin on top of a mountain somewhere. The only problem was that I was extremely introverted, and had no idea how to approach a woman to try and make it all happen.
In the meantime, every week, I bought a scratch off ticket to the state lottery - and at the age of 21 - I won a substantial amount of money. A year later, I bought the mountain. All was well and good, except that I still had no way of meeting anyone. This was before the days of the Internet, and by sheer chance at my ten year high school reunion, I ran into a woman who I had had a crush on back in our senior year. We got to talking, and at one point she interjected ever so carefully, "so, is there anyone special in your life?"
To quote the Offspring, "I may be dumb, but I'm not a dweeb. I'm just a sucker with no self esteem." Even as shy as I was, understood that this was an open invitation to ask her out. I did, and a week later we had a very nice dinner together, after which she invited me back to her place. Things progressed, and at the age of 28, I finally lost my virginity.
I did my best to be as good of a boyfriend as I could, but over the next month or so, it became screamingly obvious that she would never be the one to have my kids and live in a log cabin like I wanted. In fact, her exact words were, "I ain't living in the woods, Jack." Things waned, and a month or so later, she took a job out of state. She sent me an initial letter and I wrote her back several times, but never heard anything back. Like I said, this was before the Internet became what it is today. There was no social media back then to hook up with everyone in the world, and find people from your past. After six months or so, I finally gave up.
As luck would have it, we both attended our twenty year reunion as well. There she was once again; my first love, Lisa. We approached each other awkwardly, and smiled at one another.
"Hi." I managed to blurt out.
"Hello." she replied. "How have you been?"
"Okay I guess." I responded. "You?"
There were a lot of feelings inside of me. Why hadn't she ever bothered to answer my letters?! I was pissed, yet thrilled to see her again. Stupid hormones. I was shocked to hear what she had to say in reply.
"Why didn't you ever write me back?!" she demanded. "I waited every day to get a letter back from you! I sent you a letter and you never replied!"
"I did!" I exclaimed. "I replied to you at least a dozen times! It was YOU who never replied to ME!"
Lisa looked puzzled.
"That can't be right!" she said defensively. "There was never anything from you in my company mail."
"Company mail?" I echoed. "That wasn't your home address?"
Lisa shook her head.
"No," she replied, "it was the place I worked. I didn't have a home address when I moved there, so I used the one where I worked."
A look of horror suddenly crossed her face.
"That bastard!" she burst out. "I knew he liked me, but I never thought- Jack, I am so sorry! He must have been stealing my mail from you. I don't know what to say."
I stared at her for a minute or so, before responding.
"Me neither. What happened to him?" I inquired. "He sounds like a jealous piece of shit."
"Well, by the time I realized that, we'd dated and stuff..." Lisa tried to explain, "but I was already pregnant. By then, it was too late. I'm sorry, Jack. I never knew you were trying to talk to me! Oh God!"
She leaned in, and I instinctively put my arms around her. I have to admit, that it was nice to have her in my arms again. We embraced for thirty seconds or so, before she pulled back and looked intently into my eyes.
"You must think I'm trash." she said quietly, breaking our gaze. "I really thought you were ignoring me, and you thought I was ignoring you."
"Never!" I exclaimed. "I would never do that to you! That fucking bastard! I'd like to wrap my hands around his neck and strangle him, that son of a bitch!"
Lisa sighed.
"It's too late, Jack." she responded even more quietly. "He tried to beat a train about five years ago. He got what he deserved, but he left me with a beautiful little girl. I've been doing my best to raise her, but I just can't keep it up, Jack! God knows I wish she was yours! I am so sorry! She should have been yours! What a mistake I made, taking that fucking job!"
At that point she burst into tears, and I once again put my arms around her, holding her tightly against my chest as she sobbed into my shoulder.
"Did you love me?" I asked quietly.
"Yes!" she sobbed. "I missed you so much! I waited every day to hear from you. That fucking bastard! He stole my mail from you. God, I hate him so much now! He stole our life, Jack! She should have been yours, not his."
Needless to say, that was quite a shock to hear. Not only had Lisa had someone else' child, but deep down inside, she wished that child was mine?! What the fuck?!
"She." I managed to respond. "What is her name?"
"Shelby." Lisa replied. "She's seven now. I know this is totally wrong Jack, but would you like to meet her?"
For some reason, I DID want to meet that little girl. I don't know why, but it just seemed right, even though I couldn't place a finger on it. Lisa took me home and introduced us, and at that moment, Shelby and I developed a bond that no father and daughter anywhere else could ever hope to manifest. It was as though we were destined to be placed into that situation.
Lisa and I immediately fell back into the place we were before, and Shelby was a blessing on top of it. I loved her just as much as if she were my own child. I somehow managed to learn how to play softball with her, and even cheered for her as her team won game after game. It wasn't long before Lisa and I were married, with Shelby as our flower girl. She and I could not have been more of a father and daughter, if it had been my own lucky sperm that had fertilized Lisa's egg.
Then came the day that my beloved wife received the horrible news from her doctor, and everything fell apart. Metastatic breast cancer. It had spread throughout her beautiful body and eventually ravaged it beyond repair. While Lisa took a strong approach to all of this, Shelby and I were both devastated to learn that we were both about to lose the most important person in our lives. She, her mother - and I - my wife.
Lisa made me promise to raise Shelby as my own daughter, and I gladly agreed. I had done everything a father would anyway. I had played softball with her, hosted some sleepovers for her and her friends (I even let them make me up once, which was a sure sign I was a cool dad), and I had even bathed her a few times when Lisa was out playing bridge with her friends. Then came the day when both of our worlds fell apart.
Shelby and I stood together in shock at the grave site, as some guy that got paid to say something, mumbled something or other. Neither of us paid any attention to it, as the final words were spoken, and the casket was lowered into the ground. We were both supposed to have left several minutes before, but neither of us could bear to leave our beloved mother and wife this way. We just couldn't!
"Just leave us alone." I said quietly to the crew who were supposed to fill the grave, as I held my daughter in my arms. "Do what you have to do."
Shelby and I stood locked together in embrace, as we watched the quartet of workers throw shovel after shovel of disrespectful dirt on top of my wife's casket. We were both numb to all of this. It was like some sort of horrible dream. The only problem was that neither of us were ever going to awaken from this horrible nightmare. All we had were each other, and this situation only cemented our relationship as both she and I got older.
Over the years, both Shelby and I lost track of the official line that dictates what a father and daughter should do. I mean, we really fucked it up. She wanted me to continue giving her baths, and I continued giving them to her. Then one day, she was suddenly graduating from high school and looking at going out into the real world. It was time for both of us to have a father/daughter talk about all of this!
It was my fault. I guess. I should have known better. In addition to the baths, Shelby had grown more and more careless about wearing clothes around the house. At first, it started out innocently enough, with her wearing a bra and jeans. Over the months, her jeans faded at first into shorts, and then into panties. My little girl was now parading around the house in her underwear without a care in the world!
Then came the day when it finally escalated to the next level. It didn't happen in the shower or the bath, as I would have expected. I was focusing on my computer, when she came up behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. I felt her hands kneading the sore muscles, and it felt wonderful. I tipped my head down so that she could continue.
"Mmm, does it feel good, Daddy?" she inquired, as she rubbed my shoulders. "Am I doing this right?"
"Oh yes, Pumpkin." I replied, as I sighed euphorically. "It feels SO good. Oh my god, your hands and fingers are like magic."
"I want to make you feel good." she responded, as she continued massaging my shoulders, and kissed me lightly on the ear. "This is just the beginning. I have something else for you that I think will make you feel even better."
She slowly spun the chair around so that I was facing her. Seeing my little girl standing there in her underwear had taken its toll on me, but I was suddenly greeted with the sight of her stripping down completely nude. She first removed her bra, and then stepped out of her panties. Everything I had ever envisioned and more, suddenly materialized in front of my eyes, as I stared at my unclothed daughter's body. I mean, I had seen her nude before when I was bathing her, but this time, she was just standing there for me to ogle.
"I want you to fuck me, Daddy." she stated emphatically. "I want to give you a nice, full body massage to get you all relaxed, and then I want you to do what I know you've wanted to for a long time, okay?"
I nodded in reply and stood to face her. We embraced just as her mother and I had done, so many years before at our high school reunion.
"Come on, Sweetheart." I said quietly, hold my hands out.
I led her to my room and began removing my clothes as well.
"Lay down on your stomach, Daddy." she instructed. "I'll rub your back for you."
I did as she requested, and once again her wonderful hands kneaded my tight, aching muscles. It felt delicious, I guess is the word that best described it.
"Oh Pumpkin," I moaned quietly, "that feels so nice! Where did you learn how to do that? You're doing that like a professional."
"I've been watching videos." she replied quietly. "How to do this, and how to do other things as well."
"Mmm." I responded. "I can't wait to see what else you've learned."
Shelby worked all the muscles in my back, as well as my arms, before moving down to my buttocks. Her fingers worked them deeply as well, and I could feel a lot of blood flowing to my dick as she continued down my legs. To say that I was turned on by all of this was an understatement. I had a raging hard on by the time she was finished.
"Turn over!" she said firmly.
