This is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen years of age.
My eighteen year old daughter was sulking again. I couldn't find her in her room, or any of the other places in the house she usually goes when she's mad. Just because I wouldn't let her go to a party with boys. Tabby just turned eighteen last month and she's very naive; someone would try to take advantage of her.
I was walking past the kitchen window when something caught my eye, Tabby's old treehouse in the backyard, it was almost covered by leaves this time of year. Something told me that's where my daughter would be hiding today. I called out to my wife I'd be outside and stepped into the warm summer evening. I went over to the old maple and looked up. I didn't see her, but I didn't think I would from the ground; I'd built it sturdy. Rather than call out to her, for some reason I decided to go up there.
I climbed the boards I had nailed to the trunk. She was in there, I could hear soft crying. I didn't knock or call out, I just popped my head up through the floor. She had her head down on her knees, but she still gave me a muffled, "Go away."
I climbed the rest of the way in instead. I sat next to her, knees up, head back against the wall. We didn't talk for a while. Finally she raised her head and said, "What?"
My Tabitha's a tomboy; today she was wearing a t-shirt and overall shorts, her hair in pigtails. She takes after her mother in coloration; strawberry blonde hair, fair skin, Tabby has some cute freckles across her nose. She wasn't very developed for her age, she was petite and flat chested. Being her father I thought she was beautiful but I suppose others wouldn't share my bias.
"You know the house rules, hun" I said. "Until you move out I still get to worry about you like this. Your friend Susan who invited you, I don't trust her. Sorry, Tabby." I put an arm around her shoulders. "Why was this party so important anyway? Someone special going to be there?"
"Daddy, you know I don't have anyone I like. Everyone at school is so lame. They treat me like I'm a kid, just because I'm short and don't have big boobs like the other girls." Tabby leaned her head against my shoulder and sighed.
"There has to be someone you like," I teased. I hoped not, that was really my biggest reason for keeping her home tonight, fear of her 'hooking up' as the kids say. I was very protective of my Tabby, all her dates went through me first.
Tabby looked up at me with those big hazel eyes. "If I tell you, you promise not to be mad?" I felt a stab of jealousy, so there was a special boy after all.
"I promise." I wouldn't get mad, I'd calmly track this boy down and break his kneecaps if he didn't say away from my girl.
Tabby scooted around so she was sitting in front of me, her legs folded under her. She grabbed both my hands in hers and took a deep breath. This is going to be bad, I thought to myself.
"It's you, Daddy" my daughter said, then leaned forward and kissed me! It was hesitant and clumsy but still! She was sticking her tongue in my mouth, I'd never been so surprised!
I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back. "Honey this is wrong, it's incest, it's so illegal!" I was glad we were someplace secluded, Tabby's mother, my wife, was around somewhere! Tabby was looking crushed, so I went on. "Tabby, I love you, I do, but you're my daughter!" I was whispering, for no reason, who else could hear us?
"I don't care Daddy! I've never wanted anyone else but you!" My daughter was looking at me with tear-filled eyes, what would you have done? I hugged her to me, whispering soft reassurances, telling her I loved her too.
Tabby started kissing my neck, pushing herself against me, telling me things, dirty things. How she would rub her pussy while thinking about me, how she'd taken my shirts out of the hamper to sniff and wear, how she sometimes tried to spy on me in the shower, trying to see my cock. Her naughty talk was getting me hard, she was squirming in my arms, trying to strip my shirt off.
"Daddy, I want to know about sex, I want you to teach me, I want you to love me, Daddy, make love to me." Tabby was running her hands over my back, pressing her chest against me. Suddenly she pulled back and unsnapped her overalls, then pulled her shirt over her head.
"What do you think, Daddy? Do you like my little titties? See how hard my nips are for you?" They were indeed, two rosy peaks adorning her pale breasts. She tweaked her nipples and gave a lusty moan. "They're so sensitive, Daddy. Why don't you try?"
My daughter took my hand and placed it over her warm tit. I couldn't deny it anymore. My cock was harder than it had ever been, I was breathing deep and my dick was throbbing in my shorts. "Really? Tabby, I've felt the same, for so long now!" I leaned forward and we kissed again, my hand groping my daughter's small breast, her hand unzipping me, taking out my cock.
It was true. All the dirty fantasies my Tabby was having about me, I was having about her, and more. I finally admitted it to myself. I wanted to fuck my daughter. Not just fuck her, be depraved with her, make her my slut. "You're sure?" I asked.
"Yes Daddy, now can we fuck please?" Tabby had somehow gotten my shirt off as well as her overalls and shoes, she was just wearing a pair of pink boy-short-type panties that went high on her hips. There was enough light to see wisps of pubic hair under the sheer material and I swallowed audibly. Damn she looked sexy!
