"Hey sleepyhead, hey birthday girl," Ryan Marshall crooned. Julia felt his warmth next to her in bed and smiled.
"There she is. Open those baby blues, gorgeous, before this candle drips all over the bed."β¨Julia opened her eyes and there was her father β so handsome, only 39 years old and still fit. Only a few wrinkles lined his face β laugh lines, mostly β and there wasn't a touch of gray in his chestnut hair. He hadn't shaved yet and the sight of his stubble sent shivers through Julia's lower half.
He leaned over her slightly, one arm propping him up on the other side of her hips. He held a cupcake with a single candle that was burning brightly.
"Happy birthday, baby. Make a wish," he said.
"Oh Daddy, thank you!"
Ryan shifted back to let Jules sit up. Immediately she missed having him loom over her, but felt better once she sat up. Their faces were only inches apart and their eyes locked. More shivers shook her body at the jolt she felt from his gaze.
She smiled and slowly β seductively, Ryan thought β leaned down to blow the candle out.
"I hope it comes true," she said.
Fuck. Ryan's cock twitched and started to stiffen. In his ancient gray sweatpants it'd be impossible to hide from her. He handed her the cupcake and quickly stood, talking to her over his shoulder as he walked away.
"What do you want for breakfast, baby?"
"Can we have Special Waffles, Daddy?"
Special waffles were Jules' favorite treat. Her dad put sprinkles in the batter and layered strawberries, a mountain of whipped cream, and more sprinkles on top.
"Of course, baby. I'll get everything started and you come down when you're ready," Ryan said as he reached the doorway. He sucked in a breath at the sight of his daughter... his 18-year-old daughter, clad in only a tank top and panties, holding a cupcake while she sat on her just-slept-in bed. Her nipples had hardened and pressed against the thin fabric. Ryan shifted so he was partially blocked by the doorframe.
"Daddy, I'm so excited for this weekend," Jules said before her father could get out of earshot. Ryan had booked a suite in a nice hotel downtown so she and her friends could go out to dinner and a concert.
"I'm glad, baby. You deserve to have an amazing time."
With that, Ryan disappeared into the hallway. Could he fit in a cold shower while the waffle iron was heating up? Probably not. No problem, she'd be leaving for school after breakfast. Only a few weeks to go before graduation, Ryan mused. He couldn't believe at how the time had flown by.
While Ryan was planning his day, Julia lay back in her bed. She swiped a fingertip through the frosting of the cupcake and licked it off. She did it again and, feeling itchy after her wakeup call, ran the finger down her neck. Hearing the clang of pots and pans from downstairs, she sat back up and pulled her tank top off.
Should she shut the door, she wondered? Then, she marveled at why that was even a question. Of course she should... so why was she thinking about not closing it? β¨Because she wanted her daddy to see her, she realized. She wanted him to look at her body, closely, all over. She wanted his hands on her, closely, all over. She wanted his mouth... everywhere.
Wow! she thought. She'd always loved her dad but now... she wanted her dad?
She trailed her fingertips over her chest, pausing when she reached the slopes of her breasts. She heard her dad singing (poorly, but adorably) as he started on breakfast and she kept going. Jules bit back a moan as she cupped a breast in each hand.
She couldn't contain the one that burst out when she lightly pinched each nipple, but the singing continued downstairs and she relaxed again. She started to run her hands all over her body, marveling at the curve of her hips, the softness of her upper thighs, how sensitive her stomach was.
"Jules! Get a move on, baby!" she heard from downstairs.
Jules sat up and picked for her discarded tank top up off the floor. Maybe it was time to explore her sexuality, she thought. After all, she was 18.
Smiling, she put the tank top back on. After a quick trip to the bathroom she pranced downstairs, ready to start her explorations.
"Jules! Are you coming orβ" Ryan stopped as she walked into the kitchen, wearing just a thin tank top and lacy panties. Shit, if she was going to start walking around the house in next to nothing they were going to have a problem. Icy showers? Hell, he'd need an ice bath at the ready.
"Go ahead and sit, princess, it's almost ready," he said as he turned back to the waffle iron.
"Princess?" Jules asked. It wasn't of his usual endearments. Mostly he just called her baby. It made her clench her thighs in an interesting way.
"Yeah... you're the birthday princess today, baby."
She walked up to Ryan and hugged him from behind. She couldn't help but notice the way he stiffened as she pressed her tits against his back and ran her hands across his abdomen.
"You're the best, Daddy," she said. She pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade and, feeling saucy, smacked his ass before she walked away.
"Now where's my waffle, chef?"
"Hey! Watch yourself!"
"Watch yourself, princess," she said impishly.
"Of course, your highness," Ryan said with a bow. As he straightened her eyes were drawn to the bulge below the waistband of his sweats. Her eyes widened slightly. Was that for her? This could be the start of something interesting, she realized.
***
"Oh, Daddy!"
Ryan looked up from his laptop at the sound of his daughter's cry as she came in the front door. Their four bedroom, two-story house was comfortable, but not very large - and in no time at all Jules burst into his study in tears.
"Baby! What's wrong?" Ryan said before his arms were full of 18-year-old woman. A woman who, Ryan thought grimly, had become too damn gorgeous and sexy for his liking. And now, as she pressed her ample curves further into his embrace, there was no escaping the feelings that had been growing in him for months.
"Daddy, Amber's parents are going out of town and today she announced that she's throwing a party on Saturday β and everyone canceled on my birthday!"
High schoolers were so mean, Ryan reflected. No matter what else changes in the world, that stays the same.
"Baby, baby," he said, stroking her hair in an attempt to calm her tears. Jules was sobbing uncontrollably, shaking in her emotional state. He moved his hand up and down her back, which caused her to press her rather large breasts further into his chest. He took a deep breath.
"Sweetie, I'm so sorry. You deserve so much better than shallow, flighty friends like that."
"I hate them, Daddy. You're the only one I can trust," Jules said, fighting back hiccups.
"I'll always be here for you, baby." Ryan said. "How about we keep the room and have ourselves a night on the town? I'll change the dinner reservation and instead of that sports bar we can go someplace really nice. I'll even buy you a new dress and everything."
"Oh Daddy! Do you mean it? That'd be the best birthday ever! I'd rather spend the night with you anyway," Jules said. She tightened her arms around Ryan, nuzzling her tear-streaked face into the curve between his neck and shoulder.
He always smelled so good, she thought. Better than any of the boys she knew at school. His embraces felt better, too. It was something she'd have to ponder later.
"I love you, Daddy. Yours forever?" she said. It was an old expression, from when she was a little girl and swore she'd marry her daddy one day and be his forever. Ryan's heart clutched when she said it. What was happening to him?
"Forever yours, baby," he replied. "Go wash your face and start on your homework. I'm making tacos tonight and then how about we watch a movie together? Your pick!"
"Daddy, that sounds amazing! Thank you," Jules said, pressing a noisy kiss on his cheek. His five o'clock shadow tickled her lips and she pressed her thighs together in response.