When school started three months ago I had to start staying at daddy's house during the week. Since my mom and him divorced almost 8 years ago my brother and I usually just spent every other weekend with him and two weeks in the summer. That was the agreement at least until I was accepted at a prestigious prep school that was much closer to his house than my moms. At first it was a bit awkward with just me and Daddy there, I always had my brother to act as a buffer between us. There was many silences over the dinner table as we just tried to find something to say to each other, idle chat about school and work only went so far. On top of that things that were always acceptable at moms, suddenly caused very uncomfortable moments. Walking to my room in a little towel or blow drying my hair in my bra and panties cause Daddy to give me a disapproving scowl as he turned away. At first, I just chalked it up to his fatherly instinct, not wanting his little girl not to grow up. Then one day while cleaning the bathroom I noticed something tucked into the pipe under the sink. Pulling it out I was a bit shocked at the title of this secret treasure "BARELY LEGAL, TEEN SLUTS DO IT ALL".... A porno mag, rolled up and hidden right under my own nose!!!
At first I was put off at what Daddy was looking at, but flipping through looking at these depraved girls in unimaginable positions I was getting turned on. Sitting down on the cold tile, floor my hands found there way into my pink terry cloth shorts and onto my clit. With my back pressed against the door, rubbing faster I could hardly contain my moans, and even though my Daddy wasn't home I didn't want him sneaking in and hearing me get off. I came to a story about two teenage lesbians working at a carnival going down on each other, in a tea cup on the Ferris wheel. At the same time my mind wondered if Daddy had gotten off to the same story. That brought on another orgasm almost instantly, the thought of my daddy stroking his cock to these teenage sluts sprawled out and covered in cum just did something to me.
My senses were on overdrive, my cunt was constantly wet over the next few days. Every time I masturbated, every time I was cumming I thought of Daddy. I began to notice thing I hadn't before, stifled moans and heavy breathing, heard through my thin bedroom wall that backed the bathroom while Daddy showered. I moved my bed to that wall and began rubbing my clit nightly, while my ear was pressed against the wall listening to my Daddy jerk off. I would time it so we could cum together, thinking of him spraying his seed, wishing it was all over me.
I began to see my daddy in a different light. Instead of a father figure and a reluctant guardian, I began to see him as a man. I started paying more attention to him I didn't mean to but it had happened I couldn't take it back. I found myself flirting with him unintentionally, sitting next to him on the couch instead of across the room, cuddling up under his arm. I began rolling my little plaid skirt a bit before walking in the door, showing off my legs and even flashing my ass a few times, reaching up to grab something off of a shelf or bending over to pick something up. Even leaving the door open while I showered to "Let the steam out" But all I ever got from Daddy was the scowl as he walked away. I started wondering what was wrong with me, why he didn't want me. Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't see why he didn't want me. I had nice tits, a flat tummy and long gangly legs that guys go ga-ga over. I started to get jealous of the girls I knew he thought about with his cock and his hand. I wanted it to be me!! Not some slut that he didn't even know. Just some flat fantasy, I wanted him to have me. That's when I realized what I was missing, the slutty-ness. Daddy wants a slut and I had to convince him that I was the girl for him....
I started being even more overt than I already was. Anytime I was in his house I didn't have a bra on, I let my perky C-cups lead the way. I shaved off all my pubic hair I was so proud to have gotten just a few years before, because that's how the girls in his dirty magazine had theirs. I started asking Daddy to touch me in a mostly innocent way, rub my calves or back, claiming a long day. Pushing my breast against him in a big bear hugs, dragging my hard nipples across his chest. Anything I could think of to get him thinking of me in "that way". But nothing seemed to be working. I had just about given up when out of nowhere Daddy grabbed me in the kitchen forcing his cock down my throat, finishing by shooting his load all over my face and making me lick the rest off the floor and the refrigerator. Then he left me there with my panties soaked, wishing he had finished what he had started.
But as I heard Daddy's truck pulling out of the drive-way. I knew I had fucked up. He had all but ran away from me. I should of just dropped it, not have teased like I did. Crying I went to my room and eventually fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to the garage door opening, still groggy the days events returned to me slowly. As I listen to him stumble up the stairs and hoped he would come to my room. But the click of his bedroom door closing felt like it sealed me fate. Tears sprang to my eyes again, spilling onto my pillow. After about an hour my sobs subsided and I needed to know where I stood with Daddy. Creeping down the hall to his room I could hear his snores from inside, opening the door I whispered "Daddy?"
Nothing...Again I whispered a little louder "Daddy?"
Nothing. Standing there in my baby doll T-shirt and white cotton panties I suddenly felt unsure of myself.
Then Daddy stirred looking at me with bloodshot eyes, he had been drinking.
"Pumpkin???" He asked kind of confused, "Is that you?"
"Yea, Daddy its me"
