If No One Else Does Dad Does

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

Sally had just about had enough of Greg, her boyfriend. She had come home from work and the washing up still lay scattered about, he hadn't lifted a finger. He never put his clothes in the laundry basket, he just left them where he took them off. He never helped with cooking or even going and getting a takeaway, it was always her that did everything. Not doing the washing up today after she had asked him to? That was the final straw.

"You've got to go."

"Go where Sal?" He asked.

"I don't give a fuck where you go. We are done, over, finito, go to your Mum's for all I care, but I want you out tonight and I want my key back now." Sally said, her hands on her hips.

He looked at Sally as if she were mad. "What? Why?"

"Because you have done fuck all all day, and I come home from work and no clearing up, no washing up, nothing, I am not your fucking slave Greg, go back to your Mum's, she'll look after you, but I most certainly won't, not anymore." There was steel in her voice, she was not for changing her mind.

He looked at her again and then went to the bedroom and gathered up his stuff, taking it out and putting it by the front door, quite a pile built up, and then eventually he opened the front door and ferried all the stuff outside. Sally presumed that his Mum was coming to pick him and his stuff up. Not her problem.

After he handed over his key and left, he went, and Sally decided that she would still change the door lock, actually she would ask her Dad to do it, she just never knew, Greg may have had another copy of the key made, although she thought that he was probably too lazy to do it.

She changed the bed, deciding that she wanted a literal clean start. It had seemed so good with Greg at first, he was good fun, we went out, did stuff, but once he moved in with her she noticed the reality, he never helped, he did nothing. It started to irritate her, and then it became more and more annoying. Before she had left for work she had said 'Please, make sure you do the washing up before I get home from work.'

She got a Chinese from UberEATS, she was too busy cleaning to even think about preparing food, Sweet and Sour with egg fried rice would do, and wouldn't create any more mess to be cleared up. After she had eaten, she sat down and sent a message asking her Dad if he could come over and change her door locks, he didn't ask why, he just sent a 'yes of course sweetie' back.

Good, that was one thing she didn't have to worry about. Finally, the place was clean, and the washing up was done. She went upstairs into her bedroom, stripped and then into the bathroom. She turned the shower on and got under the water, turning her back on the flow she rubbed herself with gel and then turned and rinsed before washing all her nooks and crannies. She was still so cross with Greg she didn't feel anything when she washed her crotch, that's how mad she was.

Once dry she went and lay on the bed, fresh bed linen always has that wonderful aroma and she soon began to relax. She lay there naked just trying to remember the good times with Greg. They were done, no need to harbour the bad memories, because there were good times, especially in the early days. She fell asleep and woke up at two thirty in a dark room and feeling cold. She pulled the quilt up, turned over and slept till the morning light arrived.

Knickers and T Shirt on she went downstairs to make coffee. She was leaning against the work surface when her front door knocked. She went and unlocked and opened the door, forgetting that she wasn't exactly dressed yet. It was her Dad.

"Hello baby, wasn't sure how urgent the door lock change was, or if you were going to be in or out, so I came early." Her Dad said, his bag of tools in his hand as he stood in her doorway.

She stepped back and Dad came in and put his tools down, she gave him a big cuddle and then stepped back.

"Hi Dad, I am home today. I sent Gregg packing yesterday, I had just had enough of his laziness, so, just in case, I want to change my front door lock. Coffee?"

"Oh, okay, fair enough, yes please."

She made two coffees and then took Dad through to the lounge, and he sat in the chair, she sat opposite on the sofa with her legs curled up under her. Her Dad looked across and could see the mound of her sex bulging her knickers, he looked away, disturbing thoughts flashing through his mind.

His mind was editing out her knickers, imagining what his daughter's fanny would look like, and his brain was telling him to get a grip, this was his daughter. Yes, he answered his brain, and she has a fanny, and I bet it is wet and juicy and wanting.

Sally looked across at her Dad, he seemed preoccupied.

"What's up Dad, you seem to be in a trance." She said looking across at him.

He was startled at her question; he couldn't tell her what his mind was thinking.

"Oh, nothing sweetheart, I was just thinking that you'll be lonely now Greg has gone, you know, in the evenings." 'And at night,' he added mentally.

"Oh don't you worry Dad," she answered, "he wasn't exactly here when he was here, I won't be missing anything."

Her Dad was surprised, weren't kids of Sally's age having sex all the time? He would have expected Greg to have almost worn her fanny out. His mind was really in the gutter today. He finished his coffee and stood up.

"Let me go and look at your door lock so I know what to go and get." He said as he went to her front door. As he was examining the lock and the fittings, his daughter passed him on her way upstairs.

"I'll just get dressed Dad," she said as she passed.

He watched her go up the stairs, her bulge between her legs pronounced in her knickers as she walked up the stairs, he swallowed, his dick was hard in his trousers, he chided himself and turned back to the lock.

Upstairs Sally stripped and went into her bathroom and ran hot water into the sink, washing herself from her fanny to her face, a small frisson of pleasures as her finger rubbed against her clitoris as she washed her fanny. Her eyes rolled in her head, and she gasped and gripped the washbasin to maintain her stance.

Downstairs her Dad heard her gasp and recognised it as a sexual sigh, what was she doing he wondered, surely, she wouldn't be self-pleasuring? Not whilst her dad was downstairs, not unless she was trying to tell him something. He was just unsure as to what to do, his sensible brain told him to do nothing, if there was indeed a desire from his daughter, then she would make the moves, he should respond however he deemed appropriate at the time.

Sally went into her bedroom and dressed, clean knickers, bra, polo shirt and skirt. She was finally decent for the first time today. She went downstairs, her Dad was waiting, looking up as she walked down.

"I know what to get," he said, I'll be about an hour, do you want to come with?"

"Yes, I think so Dad, yes, let me get something for my feet."

As she turned her skirt flared giving her Dad another glimpse of her knickers, was she doing it on purpose, he couldn't tell. 'Assume that she isn't doing on purpose' his brain told him. He turned away and put his tools down and put his measuring tape in his pocket, he was ready when Sally returned with sliders on her feet.

He opened the door and went out to his car, unlocking the car as Sally locked her house. Sally went to the car and opened the passenger door, getting in and putting on her seat belt. Her Dad caught a glimpse of her knickers again as she sat down, and then the seat belt crossed over her chest, going between her breasts, making them more obvious. He swallowed and started the engine and moved the car, edging out into a gap in the traffic.

The journey to the DIY store was about twenty minutes, her Dad fighting to keep his concentration on the road, and not his daughter. Once parked up he looked across at Sally, but she had already undone her seat belt and was opening the door. He watched as she bent forward, her skirt riding up and her knickers, tight across her bum, displayed themselves once more.

It didn't take long to find what he needed in the store, her Dad explaining the options, and she chose whatever was the same as she had already, she just wanted a different key. The new lock came with three keys.

"When it is fitted Dad, you keep a key, then you can come over anytime." She meant whether she was in or out, but her Dad didn't interpret it that way, he thought it sounded like an invitation.

"That'll be nice love," he said, his dick getting harder as his brain ran through all the connotations, the options that he would have. He watched more closely as she got in the car for the return journey and was rewarded with a view of her knickers and the bulge of her fanny in between her thighs, his dick lurched in his trousers, trapped by the material, it became uncomfortable as it couldn't fully engorge.

He couldn't adjust himself, he still wasn't sure that he wasn't misreading her signs, and if he was, then their relationship would be destroyed. As Sally settled into the seat and pulled the seatbelt across her chest, her eyes happened to be looking down, directly at her Dad's groin.

'Shit,' she thought, 'Dad's got a stiffy.' His trousers were bulging at the crotch and she could see the material stretching, this wasn't a simple fold of material, this was full on Dad dick. When she had lived at home, she had heard her Dad masturbating a few times and had even drummed up the courage to watch him through his partially open bedroom door.

She had been fascinated to watch his hand fly up and down his dick, his purple glans flashing into view, her Dad pulling strange faces and then watching as his dick spurted jet after jet of spunk into the air. As he was coming down from his orgasm, she had crept silently back to her room, she knew exactly which floor boards creaked, and which ones didn't, and she never got caught.

Oddly she never dreamed of more, never of touching him, never of her wanking him, no, she had just been content to watch her Dad pleasure himself. She wondered if Mum would be home when he got there, whether she would accommodate him, or whether he would have to pull his dick from his trousers and deal with it himself.

She tried not to look at her Dad's lap during the journey back home, but there was a fascination that she could not overcome. She knew what his dick looked like and her mind had it sticking out of his shorts and on full view. Her imagination gave her strange feelings in her own groin, and she knew, without a shadow of doubt, that she was getting wet.

When they got back she turned to her Dad, "I'll make some tea Dad," she said hurrying from the car and unlocking her front door. In the house she rushed to the kitchen and filled the kettle put it on to boil. She leant against the work surface desperate to touch herself, her restraint the only thing stopping her from pushing fingers inside her fanny.

Her Dad watched her as she got out of the car, her skirt flaring and giving him another glimpse of her knickers. She was rushing, perhaps she needed the loo he decided. He picked up the purchase and followed her into the house. He spent some time removing the old lock barrel and putting in the new one, and then trying each key several times.

The keys all worked flawlessly. He put the old barrel in the bag to take home, he would store it in his tool shed, he just needed her two old keys, otherwise the barrel was pretty useless.

"All done love," he said, "I'll take your old keys, and here are your three new keys, I have checked them, they all work okay."

Her mind and imagination now under control she turned to her Dad, "Oh brilliant Dad, thank you so much. Do you want a tea or do you want to get back to Mum?"

"Oh no, I'll have a tea please love." He wondered why she had said that about getting back to June, her Mum, just felt strange.

She took her old key off her key ring and slid it across the work surface to her Dad, leaving it next to Greg's old key. She took two of the new keys, one went on her keyring, the other she would hide outside somewhere.

"Here Dad," she said, "you have one of the new keys, I only need two, at least if you come over then you can get in in case I am out."

She opened the fridge and poured milk into their teas and passed one to her Dad. "Let's go sit down," she said.

She sat on the sofa, her Dad sat opposite her cradling his tea. They didn't say anything for a few moments and then her Dad spoke.

"Do you have any other boyfriends lined up sweetheart?"

"Gosh, no Dad, Greg was just too lazy, I couldn't cope anymore and so I sent him back to his Mum, perhaps she can look after him, that wasn't my job. I don't even have any likely candidates waiting in the wings Dad, guess it'll be just me rattling around the house for a while."

"Crumbs, that's a shame, it is nice to share things, do things together."

She looked across at her Dad and smiled, "yes Dad, but sometimes it is nice not to have to keep clearing up someone else's mess. I just got fed up of it."

"Ah well, I suppose that you are right. Well, thank you for the tea, I suppose I better get going."

She looked at his lap, it still seemed tight. "Yes," she said, "I expect you'll be hoping Mum is at home and can help."

"Help?" He looked at her quizzically, "help with what sweetheart?"

She pointed at his lap, "with your situation Dad."

He looked down and saw what she had seen, the bulge where his dick was pushing up at his fly. He coughed with embarrassment, she had noticed.

"Oh, well, yes, sorry about that, it happens, and no, your Mum won't be able to help with that, not these days."

She looked at his face, it seemed sad. "Oh Dad, why can't she help?"

"Because she won't anymore, it hurts her, so we don't."

"Looks like you'll have to sort it out yourself then Dad," she said waving a cupped hand in the air, the international hand signal for masturbating.

He mumbled something and went red in the face.

"Oh Dad, I used to watch you, you know, when I lived at home."

"What?" He looked shocked. "You used to watch me?"

"Yes, of course I did, it was fascinating, and when you finished, I would quietly go back to my room whilst you cleaned yourself. I loved to watch. I used to listen to you and Mum have sex too, but Mum always made sure your bedroom door was shut, so I could never watch."

"My God, I never realised, I am so embarrassed."

She smiled and shrugged, "don't be embarrassed Dad, everyone one does it."

"Well, maybe, but not usually with an audience."

"That can make it much more exciting," she went on, "my boyfriend before Greg, Alan, you remember him? He loved me to watch him."

"Oh my God."

"He wasn't as good to watch as you were though, funny that."

He was silent, he didn't know what to say, but he did realise that all the glimpses he had got were just accidental, if not, then she would have said and done something different, he was glad he had stayed on the side of caution.

"You liked to watch?"

"Heck yes Dad, I mean, if you want to sort yourself out now, I would like to watch." She didn't know where that had come from, her brain must have slipped a gear, that was heading into very odd territory. Watching her Dad masturbate secretly was one thing, but openly was something else.

"God, Sally, I couldn't, I mean, no, I just couldn't, it wouldn't be right."

"Why wouldn't it be right Dad? Who would know? Mum can't help you out, why stay uncomfortable all the way home? And I've seen it before, so no need to hide it here."

She widened her knees, her skirt stretched tightly across her legs, her knickers clearly visible. "Perhaps a little inspiration Dad?"

His heart almost stopped as her knickers came into view, and, he noticed, she had a small dark circle on them now, was that a damp patch? Was she aroused herself? Difficult to tell with girls, they don't have a dick to get hard. His dick twitched and seem to grew even harder.

"Do you want me to help Dad? Should I undo your trousers?"

He groaned again, his dick lurched in his trousers, his brain was telling him to get up and go home before things went to far, his dick was strongly disagreeing. He rubbed his dick through his trousers, the zip on his fly pressed uncomfortably against his hard dick.

"Go on Dad, it won't hurt."

He looked at her as his hands undid the buckle on his belt and then unzipped his fly, his underpants pushed forwards through the gap by his dick. He had passed the point of no return. He lifted the waistband of his underpants, and his dick sprang free. Raising his backside he slid his trousers and underpants down, using his feet to push them off, his eyes locked on Sally's the whole time.

Sally looked at her Dad's dick and balls, and realised she hadn't really seen his balls before, the angle when she watched him was wrong. His balls were much larger than any of her boyfriends had been. Her Dad's dick was up there, big, but not too big, not pornstar big, perhaps a little bigger than Alan's and about the same as Greg.

"That is a nice looking dick Dad," she said, "and it sure looks like it needs some help."

Her Dad seemed in a trance, unmoving. Sally put her hands up her skirt, gripped her knickers and pulled them down and off. "Fairs fair Dad," she said, "I can see yours, so it is only right that you can see mine."

He looked, his heart held, he swallowed and gulped, his daughter's fanny was even better than he had imagined. Her legs apart meant that her crease had parted, the pink inners glistening, her entrance clearly showing her opening. She licked a finger and began to rub at the top of her crease.

"Oh God Sally, your fanny is beautiful."

"Is it Dad? Then why aren't you working your dick?"

Sally half closed her eyes, she was in the moment, her finger gently rubbing his clitoris, and unusually for her, her imagination had her Dad doing it, usually there was no third party in her imagination, now she had her Dad knelt before her and rubbing her clitoris, her own fingers to one side out of the way, leaving him full access.

She looked across at her Dad, his hand was on his dick, slowly pulling his foreskin down, revealing his purple end, glistening and shiny with his arousal. She stood up and went across and took his other hand, pulling him to his feet. "Come on Dad, we'll be much more comfortable upstairs."

She led the way, her Dad following, watching from below her on the stairs as her fanny slid between her thighs, her buttocks flexing and quivering. She went into her bedroom and pulled her bed covers back, exposing her bottom sheet. She took her skirt off and then her polo top and her bra. Naked she lay on the bed watching as her Dad took his shirt off, his dick bouncing in his groin.

He climbed onto the bed and lay next to her unsure of what would happen, what would she do? He dare not assume anything.

Sally looked at her Dad's dick, the closest that she had been to it, she reached down and put her hands around it, squeezing it tightly in her fingers. His dick skin was soft, pliable, but beneath, his dick was as hard as a rolling pin. She let go of his dick and closed her eyes, her finger pressing at her clitoris.

She felt the bed rocking as her Dad began to wank his dick, the movement getting faster and faster, her arousal growing, her pleasures were flowing for the first time in ages. As she settled into the mattress, her finger circling her clitoris she realised that the rocking had stopped, had he finished she wondered.