The day that my wife kicked me out; changed my life for the better. It happened on a Tuesday, after I had gotten home from work early, tired and hoping to spend time with my family. That day I had not expected to be accused of cheating—something which before that day, I would have never done—and then to find myself stuck in a hotel room in the middle of nowhere with my loyal daughter who would never leave my side, as she had always been Daddy's little girl.
"Don't come back!" My wife screeched from behind me as I walked out the front door. I pulled my keys out of my pocket, and unlocked my car as my wife stood at the door yelling obscenities. She suggested that I shove several sharp objects in my rear.
"Daddy, what's going on?" I heard from behind me as I pulled open the car door, and dodged my cellphone that my wife had thrown in my direction, shattering the screen. "Why is mommy yelling?" I turned to see my eighteen year old daughter Amanda standing there.
"Young lady get in the house now, don't you dare talk to him!" It seemed to be my daughters turn to be yelled at. She gave her mother a look of disgust—embarrassed that the neighbours were staring at us from their windows—and turned back to me.
"Why is she mad at you?" She asked.
"You listen to your mother young lady." That's all my wife had to do to push her away, treat her like a child. My daughter had only let me treat her that way, acting angry when her mom or a grandparent talked down to her. Instead of going inside, my daughter climbed into the passenger seat, always a Daddy's Girl.
"If she thinks I'm putting up with her crap she can forget it." My daughter crossed her arms, and stared straight ahead. Louder she said, "In case anyone forgot I'm legally an adult, and I can do whatever I want." Hearing her refusal my wife let out a scream, and slammed the door. I don't think anything could have gotten my daughter to leave the car seat in that moment, and thinking back on it I'm so happy that I have such a loyal Daughter.
I started the car, and backed out of the drive way, then headed in the direction of the highway. I didn't have any destination in mind, other then driving away from the fight, and out of the city, because all the good hotels were probably full thanks to spring break.
The silence was broken as we left the city limits. "What did you do?" My daughter asked, her voice a whisper with a hint of tears.
"I didn't do anything, but she thinks I cheated."
"Why?"
I pulled onto a side road, and put my car into park. I put my face into my hands for a minute, wanting to scream, but I didn't scream because I didn't want to upset the beautiful girl that sat beside me. "I had underwear that wasn't hers." I turned to look at my daughter in her school outfit, she was wearing a white dress shirt thin enough to see her blue bra, tie, and a plaid skirt that was small enough to see her underwear if she bent forward, or was above you on the stairs. I suspected that whatever member of the all female teaching staff that selected their outfits had been horny, and attracted to young girls, when they made their decision. Despite my disgust with myself, every time I saw her in her school uniform I silently thanked god for it while I was hard and full of shame.
"Whose underwear was it?" She asked, not realizing the answer.
"I was planning on confronting you about your choice of underwear, the underwear which I found in your closet with other things." My face turned red, I felt stupid blushing like a teenager while being a grown man. No father wanted to have a conversation like this with their daughter, no matter what unholy thoughts they might think about her.
"Oh shit." Her face went red as well and she looked away from me.
"She doesn't know about your toys, I wasn't about to say anything to her about them in the first place and stopped trying to explain when the yelling started, I tried telling her the underwear was yours, but she believed what she wanted to believe."
"Dwaddy I'm sooo sowie. It's okay, I can tell her they're mine, I don't want mom mad at you."
"Don't bother, I don't care what she thinks at this point. She decided to tell me she's been cheating, while accusing me of the crime. What a fucking hypocrite." I slammed my palm against the wheel making her jump. She reached over to me and wrapped her arms around me, pressing her chest against my side and causing her skirt to ride up a bit, she cried silently wetting my shirt with her tears as my own tears fell on her head. The warmth of her body caused my dick to harden despite the bile reaching my throat at the knowledge that despite her being my daughter, my babygirl turned me on.
We sat in silence for a minute holding each other, and when she didn't say anything else, and finished crying, I let her go and put the car into drive. "Let's just find a place to sleep for the night."
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Some background information about my wife and daughter. Before the accusations I loved my wife, but my daughter had always been the one with the body type that I liked, which probably was why I was attracted to her despite how wrong it was. Most would have found my wife attractive. My wife was skinny, no curves, but had big breasts. She had always been naturally thin, and with double d's she turned heads. I never liked that kind of body though, I preferred the body type my daughter had, curvy with smaller breasts. I only like the type of thin girls get when they exercise a lot, since my daughter was naturally bigger and a cheerleader, she had a thin muscular body with curves that would make men drool. With chubby girls I guess I can like bigger breasts but small handfuls have always been my preference. The only time I like naturally skinny girls is if they also have absolutely tiny breast, or even non at all, and flat butts. I could never explain why I am this way, I just am. I also find girls who are chubby beautiful, despite how others may feel.
So before all this happened I loved my wife, but I didn't marry her for her body. My daughter on the other hand, not only had a kinky and dirty mind, she had the kind of body that drove me crazy. Of course living with a young woman with the right kind of body was going to turn me on, even if she was my daughter. I spent a lot of time thinking thoughts about her that disgusted me, going as far as to sometimes picture her while having sex with my wife.
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After the third attempt the light on the card reader finally turned green, and I pushed open the door. My daughter followed, and then the door slammed shut plunging us in darkness. "Shit did you see where the light switch is?" I asked.
"I think it's over there," I laughed when I heard her arm fall to her side. "Yeah I guess pointing doesn't help."
She slowly moved forward, and I heard her hit the wall. I walked forward trying to help when suddenly I bumped into her, my crotch poking her butt. We froze for a moment when she pushed back unexpectedly, and her skirt somehow pushed up. "Oh Dwaddy! Careful you don't knock me over."
On instinct I wrapped my arms against her so she didn't fall, and I could swear I felt her grind against my crotch as her breath quickened. I almost swore when I felt myself harden from her young butt, yet I pulled her closer, my dick pushing against her hard enough that she had to have noticed it. "Um, I think I feel the switch Daddy." There was a click, and the room filled with light. For a split second I could've sworn in a court of law that she had a hand between her legs and was moving it, before my eyes shut against the light.
"You can let me go now." She pulled away from me but I kept my arms around her. "Uh Daddy?" My eyes finally opened, and I saw that one of my hands had slipped inside her shirt, and rested over her bra. A wave of revulsion hit me, I let go of her, and backed away to look at the room as my face fell.
"I told him two beds, there's not even a chair, just a fucking twin bed."
"One bed's fine."
"No Babygirl, I'm not having one of us sleep on the floor just because the owner can't listen."
"Can't you just sleep with me tonight. We drove for two hours to find a decent hotel, and I'm tired from school," as she said this she was giving me a look I couldn't resist, wide eyes and pouty lips making a frown that was making my dick throb in the pants.
"I don't know babygirl, aren't you a little to old to be sleeping in the same bed as your father?" I made a weak attempt at an argument while in my mind I picture myself doing disgusting things.
"Aww I'm never too old for you Dwaddy, I'll always be your little girl," she said, despite having before told her mom she was now an adult and could do whatever she wanted.
I stared at her for a minute unsure, meanwhile I could swear she was pushing out her chest. "Fine, I guess it wouldn't be so bad if you slept with me," I said.
"Yay!" She shouted.
I sat down on the bed trying to use my hands to cover my boner, and watched as she turned on the bedside lamp, and turned off the room lights. To my shame I stared at her skirt wondering what she was wearing underneath, my curiosity not coming from a fatherly place. "Guess that's what you get living in a vacation town on the Tuesday before spring break," I said.
"It's bad enough that you and mom might break up because of me, I can't believe she would kick you out without listening to your side of the story," she said as she came back toward the bed.
