Thursday evening: EDWARD'S POV
Not unlike tens of thousands of families out there, my baby was coming home for the summer, from her first year of college. She decided she wanted to stay with dad. Well, mostly I think, because I have a pool. Her mom and I divorced three years ago, she got physical custody and half of everything. I got the business and our home. Apparently she couldn't live in the same house where my secretary slept in her bed. Anyway, todays the day I pick up the apple of my eye from the airport.
I'm standing at the baggage claim waiting for my "Faith," when my eye catches this incredible young body coming down the escalator in a barely there, pink knit dress and dark pantyhose. She was dragging a carry-on on wheels and was clumsily trying to keep it from heading down the stairs without her, but all I could see were these nearly perfect set of legs, long beautiful blonde hair and sunglasses. My God she was stunning.
Trying not to get caught staring, I start to scan for my Faith around the luggage carousel when I hear "Daddy-y-y-y!!!" Surprised, I look and that gorgeous little thing comes right at me. OMG! It's my baby girl! Stunned, happy, and confused. She throws her arms up around my neck for the most wonderful reunion.
Now I haven't seen my girl in almost a year, since I put her on a plane and sent her off to college. She didn't come home for Thanksgiving or Christmas, citing a crazy hard time with classes; and though disappointed, I was super happy with her new found sense of responsibility.
We are quite wealthy by most people's standards, and as an only child she was daddy's spoiled little angel.
But this change in my baby is mind boggling. For the first time since she was young, she's grown her hair out, And this dress 'my god when did she start wearing clothes like this?'
After what seemed like an abnormally long squeeze, she lets go of my neck and drops back down, I'm thinking 'did she grow taller?' When I very quickly look down at her and notice her in these little strappy high heels. It's like, is this really my Faith? What has college done to my baby? I put my hands on her shoulders, holding her at arm's length and looked into her beautiful face. Grinning I shake my head and gobble her up in my arms again and swirl her around.
"Welcome home baby!" I said.
"Oh daddy don't call me that, I'm a college girl now," she giggles. I start the daddy small talk about college, her plane ride, and everything I can think of to keep from looking at my baby's legs.
We're standing there at the carousel waiting, when I notice almost every man there is checking out my Faith. I mean I can see it. This little pink knit, body hugging dress she's wearing is just killing it. Something a year ago my little jeans-wearing girl would never have left the house in. My lord she looks good. We gather up her suitcase and head to the car. After throwing her stuff in the trunk I open the door for her, and she just beams up at me. "Well Thank you daddy," she coos, and slides her perfect little shape into her seat. Her dress hikes halfway to her panties and I'm mesmerized, and dammit she catches me staring at her legs.
She doesn't even say anything and just keeps on smiling. I close her door and jump in on my side. Trying my best not to look at her gorgeous little body. I start up with the small talk. "So honey, do you have any actual plans for your summer?"
"Nope," she says with a giggle. "School is crazy hard dad, I'm hoping to just relax this summer." Thinking well that part hasn't changed in my girl. I didn't really expect her to get a job or anything, but the offer would have been nice.
"Well that sounds just fun, have you been chatting with Zoey and the girls?" Remembering her best friends since elementary school days.
"Not yet dad But I told her I would message her as soon as I got here." She shuffled through her bag to pull out her phone. She slides forward in her seat and her dress slides even higher on her thighs and OMG, I see the dark edge of her stockings, she's not wearing pantyhose, she's wearing garterless stockings. The things that start running through my mind I don't dare mention.
My baby is even more beautiful than her mother. My ex, Faith's mother, was a stunner and I never really knew how I got her. The fact that I was from such a wealthy family, or that I was hung like a horse. Of course I like to think the latter. but she could have any number of big cocks, something I was trying to ignore at the moment as mine was starting to stir.
AGAIN my baby catches me staring at her legs, she giggles and smiles and says "Oh daddy." Then resumes texting before she says "Zoey says Hi."
I smiled foolishly at her and said, "HI Zoey."
We get to the house, I get her bags packed up to her room and let her settle in. I grab a glass of wine and turn on the game waiting to see what she might like for dinner. About a half hour later she comes prancing down into the Family room and tells me how much she misses her home. I realize yes, she's been away for nearly a year, outside of her weekend visits before she left for college. And OMG has my little angel changed in that time.
She walks around the room in a pair of grey, knee length skin tight sweats and a T, and god damn if she's not wearing a bra. What has happened to my girl, my little lady, WOW I shake my head, and tell myself to stop thinking these thoughts. She reaches up high to grab our family picture from years back and everything just stretches into her parts, her sweats slide right up into the crack of her ass, and I'm about half an inch from seeing underboob, and then she turns around. Fuckkkkkkkkkk an absolutely perfectly outlined camel toe.
This is going to be a very hard summer. And I'm not referring to the growing bulge in my pants. She reaches the picture back on the shelf, saunters over to the couch where I can barely take my eyes off her perfect little puss, and cuddles right up next to me and pulls my arm over her shoulder just like she's always done, BIG difference this time.
She reaches for my glass of wine which throws me, and takes a drink from my glass and gets up with an "I'll fill us up." She wiggles her way to the wet bar. Again as she walks back to me I just can't help but stare at her glorious little slit. She stops right in front of me, legs slightly parted, as I slowly look up at her, she's smiling back down at me, hands me my glass and with her first finger she softly slaps it across the top of my nose and giggles. Then she curls up back beside me. But my embarrassment is just beginning as I can't stop the bulge growing in my pants, and my baby is staring right down at it.
I know for a fact she used to sneak across the hall and watch her mother and I have sex, It used to make me cum almost immediately, thinking of her out there, touching her self, thinking about the size of my cock. So there's no doubt in my mind that's her goal with these little shananigans she's pulling right now. She's all cuddled back under my arm telling me all her plans for the summer. She slides her little bum towards the edge of the couch to get more comfy. I watch as the thin cotton material of her pants pulls even deeper into her lips. I'm now in trouble, her delicious little cunt is perfectly outlined and it's more than I can take. I quickly need to escape this before I get into trouble. I clammer from the couch and meekly ask, "Baby, what would you like for dinner?"
"No daddy let me cook for you or at least help. I'm not freeloading here." All I can think of is wanting her to pay in a completely inappropriate way. We get to the kitchen and she starts to chop vegetables for a stir fry. She climbs up on the counter hunting for something in the upper shelves, her ass is just stunning in these little sweats. She pulls the brown sugar off the top shelf and starts to lose her balance. She squeals and I quickly jump behind to catch her as she falls back onto my chest. Her legs slipping off the counter as my right hand reaches around and inadvertently grabs her by the inner thigh, and I mean like an inch from grabbing my girl's pussy. I gently lower her down. As she slides from my grip, my hand brushes up along the folds of her slit as her legs lower.
Without a word she pivots facing me, staring up into my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. 'Did I just go too far, have I freaked out my baby?' Still staring, she moves tight into me and lets her right hand rub along the length of my cock, hanging long down my pants leg. Staring into her beautiful powder blue eyes, I whisper "My god you're beautiful!"
She whispers back "OH daddy," and squeezes my hard cock.
I look at her and groan, gripping her wrist and reluctantly pulling it from my throbbing cock. "We need to set some boundaries here baby." I see the desire in her eyes turn to hurt, and I turn away. "I'll need a minute, I'll be right back." And I head upstairs. When I return there is a note on the fridge. 'Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm at Zoey's. Please don't be mad at me. I'll see you tomorrow when you get home from work.'
Friday: FAITH'S POV **************************************
I love my Daddy. I mean all little girl's do. They think of him as Prince Charming, Aslan, Robin Hood and all the superheroes rolled into one. And while I know it may be wrong. I want him. I mean, I want him as a woman wants a man. It all started when I was about 14, my body going through changes as I reached puberty.
I would hear him and my mom sometimes at night. I knew what they were doing by the moans and soft cries. I used to sneak across the hall and peek in their door when they were at it. My god my father has a huge cock, and he must know how to use it because my mother often begged for him to give her more.
I've only ever told one person, my best friend Zoey, about my desire for my Dad. That was when I was 16. She didn't shame me for it, she said she had thought about it herself sometimes having seen the outline of his cock in his swim trunks or pants occasionally. But she did warn me. 'Wait till you're 18, otherwise he could be charged if it was discovered you are underaged.' Well I am 18 now....and I just got home from College for the summer.
