Will Robbins was relaxing at home with a drink after an arduous day at the office when his phone rang. It was his wife Carol, who he'd separated from six months before, and she sounded distraught.
"Thank God I've got you," she said. "I called your work and they said you'd already left."
"What's wrong?" Will said.
"Katy and Steve have split up."
Will was shocked. Katy was their thirty-four year-old daughter who had been married to Steve for five years and Will had thought were very happy.
"When did this happen?" he asked.
"This afternoon," Carol replied. "She came home from work and caught him in bed with her friend Amanda, so she told him to pack his bags and leave."
"Oh my God! What about Kerry?" Will said, immediately thinking about their eighteen year-old granddaughter.
"She's been sleeping over at her friend Stacy's since they broke up from school, but Katy says she knew something was going on and she never wants to speak to her father again."
"Where are you now?"
"At home. I've been with Katy for the last two hours but I had to come home because I'm meeting a client."
Carol was a freelance book illustrator who worked from home.
"Katy said she was really sorry she hasn't called you but she felt as if it was all somehow her fault. I told her that was nonsense. The guy's a bastard. He even tried to come on to me once."
Will wasn't listening. "I'm going to Katy's right now."
"She wants you to, and Will ..."
He caught the subdued tone in her voice.
"What?"
"I'm sorry we split up. It was my fault. I miss you so much."
"Can we talk about this later?" Will said. "I have to go to Katy."
"Of course," Carol said. "Will you ring me and tell me how she is?"
"Yes darling," Will said, inadvertantly adding the endearment.
He cut the connection and immediately dialed Katy's number. It was answered on the second ring.
"Daddy?" a tremulous voice asked.
"Yes sweetheart," Will said, and then feeling stupid asked, "how're you doing?"
"I want you here Daddy, right now."
"I'm on my way," Will said, slamming the phone down and rushing out to his car. It was only ten minutes from his house to Katy's. Her car was parked in the drive so he had to find a spot on the street. When he got to the front door he rang the bell. Her voice told him to come in, it was open.
Katy was sat on the couch in the living room, a bottle of Southern Comfort and glass on the coffee table. It was her favourite drink and it was a quarter empty.
Will went to sit beside her and took her in his arms. She put her head on his chest and sobbed.
"I ... I knew this was coming Daddy, we haven't had sex in over six months. I tried ... I bought some sexy undies and dirty DVDs but he just wasn't interested."
Will stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. This was all too familiar from his own problems with her mother and he didn't know what to say.
Katy raised her face up to him and kissed him on the lips. It wasn't a daughterly kiss and he felt her tongue slide into his mouth. He knew he should pull away but he didn't want to. Then they were kissing passionately.
When they broke apart they were both panting and breathless.
"Oh Daddy," Katy said, "I've wanted to do that for so long. I want you to make love to me."
"I can't ... I'm your father," he said.
"And I'm your daughter and I know you want to," she said, tracing her fingers over his rapidly hardening cock.
"If we do ..." Will said, knowing he was going further than he should, "no-one must ever know."
"Mummy does," Katy said.
"What? How ..." Will was astonished.
"I told her this afternoon what I wanted to do with you and she said she knew. You know Mummy wants to get back with you, don't you?"
"She said something before I came over but ..."
"She wants us all to be together. She wants to do girlie things with me and for you to join in. You'd like that, wouldn't you Daddy? It's obvious," she said, tracing her fingers over his erection.
Will's cock had grown to its full ten-inch length inside his pants at the thought of seeing his wife and daughter together and fucking both of them.
"Come upstairs to bed Daddy," Katy said, standing and picking up the glasses. "And bring the bottle too."
Will was in a daze. He followed his daughter up the stairs, first making sure the front door was locked and then watching her big bottom swaying provocatively from side to side in her tight skirt. He could see she was wearing suspenders and got a glimpse of her panties.
Katy looked round to see him watching her.
"Are you looking up my skirt? You naughty boy."
In the bedroom, she went over to the window and closed the curtains, then turned on the bedside lamp.
"Pour us a drink Daddy," she said. "I feel like getting drunk tonight. I'm a bit tipsy already. I love having sex when I'm drunk. I'm a really dirty girl when I'm drunk."
Will poured them both a drink and handed a glass to Katy. She raised it unsteadily and said, "To sex with my Daddy!"
He raised his own glass and clinked it against hers.
