The premise of this story was suggested to me by my friend Kirsten. I hope she likes what I've done with her idea. This naughty piece of fun is dedicated to her with love.
Scarlett fussed around the kitchen and tried to prepare the meal for all the guests that would be arriving later on. Most of the food was ready, but there was one special treat she couldn't quite get the hang of. It was driving her up the wall.
"DamndamnDAMN!" the cute redhead cursed under her breath. She hadn't had the best of years, capping it off was the death of Beverly, her mom, six months prior. A month after that, Jeff had walked out on her after 2 years of dating, saying she wasn't "wild" enough for him.
Asshole. He had no fucking idea how wild she could get and now he wasn't going to. Why were men so stupid about asking for what they wanted? If he'd wanted a threesome, all he needed to do was ask. If he'd wanted to share her with another one of his buddies, he could have said so. She was no silly little girl, she was a sexy, wild, passionate young woman of 25. Jeff was certainly not the creative lover she needed either, but they could have talked about it, she thought.
If felt so unusual to be living at home again, even stranger with just Scarlett and her Daddy. Her father, Jack, was still acting a bit like a lost puppy. Scarlett had no regrets about moving home to be with him. They kind of looked out for each other, she fixed his meals and kept the house clean, he helped her with some of her writing assignments and kept her mind off missing Jeff. They were good company for each other.
At certain times her father reminded her of Jeff. They both had the same sense of humor and both had sharp, analytical minds. Her mother had often told Scarlett that her father's mind was the first thing she'd noticed about him. Scarlett teased Beverly she thought it was Daddy's cute butt. Her mother had laughed uproariously.
Beverly had often teasingly referred to Jack as her "boy toy". She was 10 years older than he when they'd met, Bev was long resigned to a life of being single. Jack began work at Beverly's law firm as an Associate. The attractive 33-year old was smitten with her younger associate from the first, and he, with her. They were dating within a month, lovers after that, married three months later. Their children had come in short order – Tricia, Julie and Scarlett, named for her mother's favorite movie.
Scarlett was the apple of her daddy's eye from the moment she was born. It was she that shored Jack up when Beverly's health began failing. The cancer took her very quickly, she didn't suffer, but her daughter and husband were devastated beyond words. Scarlett's other sisters, Tricia and Julie were married and living away from home, so it was left to Scarlett to help take care of Daddy.
Everyone was coming home for the holidays and Scarlett wanted to make her mom's special Gumdrop Christmas cake. She'd made a few and given them to friends, but she could NEVER seem to get it to taste the same as her mom's. There was some secret ingredient Scarlett didn't know about and her mom didn't reveal. She wondered if Daddy knew, but she hadn't a chance to ask him.
She sighed when she thought of her father, trying so hard to tie up the loose ends since her mother's passing. Daddy didn't share the same kind of passion for corporate law that her mother did, Jack was a Defense Attorney, and a damned good one. Many an innocent man owed his freedom to her wonderful father. She was very proud of him, Scarlett thought quietly.
Her father had always taken the time to make her feel good about herself, When boys teased her about her freckles years ago, Jack had told her that they'd find them sexy when she was older. And they did. When she was a senior in High School, the curves started coming, she let her red hair grow long and wavy and the boys flocked to her. Her friend Brandi and she often competed for the boy's attentions, but it was a friendly competition.
She looked down at Mom's hand-written notes for the cake – it was driving her insane, wondering just what it was that made Mom's cake so special. She'd asked that question years earlier, her mother had just smiled reflectively and said "Love."
"Hmmphh. Thanks bunches, Mom."
Scarlett was being extremely careful not to make a mess, as she was already dressed for the arrival of their company. She'd put her 5'5" frame into a pretty, white short dress, she wore her favorite powder-blue stockings and the new heels Daddy'd given her for Christmas. She'd had her hair done the previous day and had taken time to line her eyes and use a nice blue eye shadow that made her baby-blues gleam. Boy, would Jeff want to fuck me now, she thought with a sigh.
Her sex life had always been abundant – with Jeff and prior to him as well. Scarlett was a highly-sexed young lady, from what little she could figure, she got that from her mother. She knew from overhearing years earlier, that her parents had enjoyed a very active, very imaginative, sex life.
Scarlett checked on the rest of the meal and returned to making the cake. She vowed that after tonight, she was going to go out and buy herself some trashy lingerie and a few vibes and dildos. Hell, if her love-life didn't pick up, she might even respond to one of Brandi's none-too-subtle bi-sexual overtures.
She sighed again, mixing the batter for the cake. She'd already cut up the Gumdrops, grated the lemon peel, mixed in the lemon juice and got out the raisins. She thought that Brandi's approach to life was the right one – live it to the fullest, try it if you're not terrified of it, if you like it, do it more. Jeff had no fucking clue, she thought as she worked away.
"Having trouble punkin'?"
"Ohh! Daddy, you scared the daylights out of me!" Scarlett had nearly spilled cake batter on her dress, but just narrowly avoided doing so.
"What's wrong Scarlett? You have that look on your face that you get when something's really bugging you."
Scarlett almost had tears in her eyes, it was if everything had piled on her at once. "Oh Daddy, I'm just – fed up. Losing Mom, then Jeff, then having to make dinner for everyone and now – this frigging cake! I still don't know what Mom's secret ingredient was, do you?"
Jack smiled, an odd look came over his face. "Yeah, but – well, perhaps it would be easier just to show you?"
Jack walked over to his adored daughter and leaned forward. He kissed her softly on her pouty, full lips. This was far from a fatherly kiss, it shocked Scarlett momentarily, but she found herself returning it. "Daddy?" she said softly.
"It's okay punkin', nothing bad is going to happen" he told her as he put his arms around her waist and lifted the tiny girl onto the kitchen counter. "You're so beautiful Scarlett, the prettiest girl I've ever seen!"
Scarlett's heart was pounding in her chest. Her father had always expressed his love for her, been openly affectionate, but this was different. This was full of love, passion, lust – and she wanted more of it. It was wrong, and that added to the illicit thrill of the moment.
"I trust you, Daddy" she told him. "Go ahead."
Jack moved forward, he gathered Scarlett's dress up in his hands and moved it upwards, bunching it around her waist. He ran his knowing hands up her stocking-clad legs, she gave an involuntary shudder as his hands caressed her lovingly. "That feels wonderful, Daddy" she purred. "Please, don't stop."
"You have beautiful legs, Scarlett honey" Jack said as he kissed up her legs. "The stockings are very sexy."
"I like stockings Daddy. I like being a girl." Scarlett sighed as her father continued to kiss up and down one leg, then the other. She was becoming aroused, she wondered if her parent could smell the scent of her arousal. She was sure her little thong was thoroughly soaked through, but she didn't seem to care. Her inhibitions seemed to be flying out the window as her father continued to manipulate her body.
"When does the rest of the family arrive?" Jack asked, seemingly regaining his senses for a moment.
In a dream-like state, Scarlett answered. "Ohh, not for hours."
Jack smiled and kissed her lips and cheek softly. "Good. We have plenty of time."
Scarlett returned her father's smile. She felt no shame in doing this, and more than a little lust. Her father was the sexiest man she'd ever known, and she realized that she'd compared many of her boyfriends to her father – and they'd all fallen short. Her father's intelligence, his rugged good looks, his kind heart – they were all the things she'd been looking for in a lover.
"Wait a minute, Daddy" Scarlett told her father. She moved and pulled the dress off of her body, now clad in her stocking and shoes. She also had on a dainty, powder blue bra, sheer with a flowered pattern on it. It held her 34" breasts nicely in place and Jack kissed each tiny nipple through the fabric. Scarlett shivered in pleasure.
"I want to make love to you Scarlett, will you let me?"
Scarlett nodded, words failed her. People would tell her this was wrong, but she didn't feel that way. She wanted her father, wanted Jack's cock fucking deeply in her pussy, wanted the wild – and hot – loving she was sure her father could provide.
"Yes Daddy. Take off my thong, see how MUCH I want you, too!"
With Scarlett still perched precariously on the counter, Jack removed the tiny blue thong that covered his daughter's sweet pussy. She was soaked, her juices already making her sweet, red-furred pussy glisten. She took care of her pussy, he could tell, her bush was trimmed neatly. He kissed her, was overcome with the taste and began eating her, licking her, dining on her, making a feast out of his daughter's cunt. The taste of her was intoxicating, nearly overwhelming his senses.
