Hello, this is my first submission to Lit so please go easy on me. I am far from a professional writer this is just for fun. I welcome all constructive feedback as to how I can improve my writing, this is just chapter 1 if you like this part, I will write chapter 2. All characters in this story are over the age of 18.
I am in love with my father, so much that sometimes it hurts to even look at him. I know the feelings I have for him are considered wrong. Occasionally I feel awful lusting after him but what's a girl to do when she's faced with the opportunity to fulfil her wildest fantasy?
It was a beautiful July evening in England, I was sat on my balcony enjoying the summer sun. I'd had a lot on my mind recently and needed this bit of solitude to figure out what to do with my life.
This day in particular required said solitude, you see I had agreed to go on a date with a man for the first time in 6 or so years, most people couldn't believe that a beautiful 26-year-old woman would choose to be single. What they didn't understand was the only man I had ever wanted was the one I couldn't have. It had been getting harder every day to be around my kind, handsome, talented father Alexander, who was so loving, gentle, and supportive, but how could anyone else live up to him? I had moved back in with my parents during covid lockdowns and couldn't bring myself to leave again. I felt like an addict getting their fix.
In a bid to get past my obsession I had agreed to go on a date with Ethan my co-worker Catherine's older brother. We had been introduced on a night out to the ballet and he had seemed pleasant enough. It also got my co-workers off my back who assumed I must be closeted because no straight woman would choose to stay single sigh Ethan had told me to dress nicely but not black tie so I decided on a house of CB corset style midi sundress in cornflower blue. I went back into my bedroom to check I looked presentable.
At 5'3 and 135lbs the dress clung to my curves, my round 34DD breasts were slightly spilling over the cups of the dress, the light fabric clinging to my small waist and well-rounded hips. The cornflower blue went beautifully against my tanned skin. I had lightly curled my long, glossy chocolate brown hair. I was wearing a light layer of mascara on my long lashes and pink lip gloss. I had my dad's dazzling green eyes but my mum's button nose and full lips. I sprayed some perfume on myself, put my strappy 3-inch heeled sandals on and picked up my small handbag. I was finally ready to leave. As apprehensive as I felt at least I looked good and could face the world confidently.
I walked downstairs to say bye to my father, my heart was racing I couldn't wait for him to pull me into his arms. When he saw me, his reaction didn't disappoint. He gasped and strode towards me stopping just a few inches away.
"My darling you look absolutely breathtaking!" He said while scanning my body head to toe, my heart fluttered seeing him look at me like that. I had purposely decided to wear his favourite colour on me because really, I was dressing to please him not Ethan.
"Thank you, daddy, you don't think it's too much do you?" I asked as I did a slow turn for him.
"Not at all angel you look beautiful, and any man would be honoured to go on a date with you." I blushed in response. He bent his 6'4 frame down and took me into his arms. His hugs were always the best part of my day, feeling his big body envelop me, being surrounded by his strong presence. I put my arms around his neck and squeezed him tight so he could feel my large breasts squeezed up against him, his firm sculpted body pressed into mine. Our hug lasted longer than usual which caused me to feel unsteady on my feet, he looked down at me one hand holding the small of my waist the other gently cupping my jaw.
"Have fun tonight my love, if at any point you need picking up for any reason you give me a call, okay?" perhaps you're wondering why a 26-year-old woman would need picking up by her father. Well, I couldn't drive to save my life and we lived in a village at the time where there was little public transportation.
"Thank you, daddy. I think I hear him outside I'll see you later." With that I quickly kissed him on the lips and left the house. I could only ever get away with things like calling him daddy and kissing him lightly on the lips when mum wasn't around, or she'd throw a fit. She was at her sisters tonight, it felt right when it was just daddy and me. I know that's probably an awful thing to say. My mother wasn't horrible just boring and a little overbearing. Daddy was so vibrant and loving yet mum was a bit of a Debbie downer
Ethan picked me up in his car, he didn't open the door for me which was a point against him. Daddy never would have let a lady open her own door. "Hi Sera, you look nice." Ethan said. My name is Serafina, but I only like hearing daddy call me that.
"Thanks Ethan as do you," and he did, a little more casual than I expected he was wearing a pair of blue fitted jeans and a light pink shirt. "So where are we going?" I asked.
"I thought we'd go to the pub for some drinks and food!" he said excitedly.
I tried not to feel ungrateful as it was nice that he was taking me out, however again I was basing his behaviour on how my father would have behaved and he would have at the least brought some flowers and planned a more personal date.
He drove us over to the local gastro pub; it was maybe a 5-minute drive away. When we arrived, we decided to sit outside to make the most of the sunny weather. Ethan asked me what I wanted to drink, I asked for a mojito and a bottle of still water. When he came back with the drinks, I noticed he had 6 shots with him as well as a pint of lager.
"Are all those shots for you?" I asked incredulously.
"No, I've already had 2 when I was at the bar. Half of these are for you, Catherine mentioned you need to loosen up!" He laughed in response.
I felt offended by his response the gall of the man to assume I'd want to drink more than I'd asked for, and I'd be having a word with his nosey sister who should learn to keep her unwanted opinions to herself, or at the least not tell her big-mouthed brother.
"I'm sorry but I don't drink shots they usually make me feel quite unwell." I responded quietly.
"Here I thought Catherine may have been exaggerating but you really are a prude, aren't you?" he looked at me like I was an idiot.
At this point I remember feeling so embarrassed, this was not the same man I met at the ballet with his sister, who I thought I knew at the time.
"You didn't seem like the excessive drinking type when we went to see Giselle. Again, I don't drink shots and I'd like it if you'd stop with the personal attacks, please." I said in what I thought was a stern manner. "Though because you did buy the drinks, I will have a few"
"Atta girl that's more like it. We're here to have fun and let loose, you can't seriously expect me to behave the same way I did around my sister and her work colleagues?" I drank both shots of alcohol which turned out to be vodka, with a grimace. I had never been a big drinker, though I was partial to a tasty cocktail.
"I try to be my authentic self in all environments, when possible, Ethan. If I'd have known this was the kind of date you liked I would have suggested you asked someone else out instead, as I'll never be able to keep up with you." Yes, I know what a hypocrite.
I could see he wasn't paying attention to me, instead staring at my breasts straining against my dress.
"Earth to Ethan my eyes are up here!" I snapped. He quickly looked up with a slight flush to his face before drinking the remaining 4 shots of vodka.
"Relax babe, when you wear a dress like that with boobs as magnificent as yours you can't expect a guy not to look, are those piercings I can see?" he asked lecherously.
I looked at him incredulously, did this man just say that so blatantly to my face? And yes, they were piercings, but I wasn't going to tell him that.
"Why did you ask me on a date if you were going to disrespect me the way you are? Do you have no shame?" I asked angrily. "I am your sister's co-worker how do you think she will react knowing you're speaking to me like that?"
"Oh, please she was the one who said you need to remove the stick from your arse and have a good shag." He scoffed
I had never been treated so badly on a date before, I had tried to step back into the dating scene, and this is what was on offer?
"How dare you speak to me in such a vulgar manner, I have far too much respect for myself to stay here taking abuse from you." As I went to stand Ethan grabbed my right wrist and dragged me back down his hand gripping my wrist tightly, pushing me back into my seat and pressing his body against mine.
"Listen to me you little cock tease," he whispered, the pungent smell of vodka hitting me in the face "I picked you up, paid for your drinks and have complemented you and this is how you're going to repay me by acting like a stuck-up bitch? I don't think so. You are going to finish your drink and we are going to continue having a good night which will end with my fat cock in your dick sucking mouth." He said with finality.
Not only would he not have his cock anywhere near my mouth he was also going to regret speaking to me like that. I threw my drink in his face and slapped him as hard as I could manage, in his shocked state he let me go so I managed to quickly get away from him.
I ran out of the pub as fast as I could in my heels. I was frightened and utterly humiliated. I was also scared to tell dad what had happened because I knew he'd be homicidal, that's why I didn't call him because I knew he'd lose it. I concentrated on getting home safely which took around 30 minutes. When I unlocked the front door, I tried to be as quiet as possible as I didn't want daddy to know I was home yet. I was leaning against the door eyes shut trying to get my breath back when I realised dad had come into the foyer to greet me.
"Baby what are you doing home so soon?" he asked me with a quizzical expression on his face.
I couldn't make eye contact with him. I felt a deep sense of shame and feared what his reaction would be. He didn't give me a chance to respond he walked straight up to me and held my face forcing me to look at him.
"Serafina, I am asking calmly, why are you home so soon and why do you look so scared?" he demanded. "Did that bastard hurt you because if he did, I'm going to make him regret ever laying eyes on you."
My eyes started to water so I shut them tightly hoping to block his anger out. "Please daddy I can't talk about it right now. I'm ok things just didn't go quite to plan; I really need to sit down my feet hurt so much. Please don't be mad at me." I begged.
Without warning he scooped me up into his arms like I weighed nothing which caused me to yelp
"We're going to go sit outside and watch the sunset together. I'm going to make you a nice drink and bring some snacks too we can cuddle up like we used to, okay?" daddy responded, understanding what I needed.
