Hal drove home whistling a soft tune along with the radio as he moved in and out of traffic easily. He was in a hurry to get home; he had plans when he got home. It was time for Emily's next lesson.
Emily was his daughter; about a month ago she had finally reached eighteen years of age and he'd finally been able to give into the lust he'd felt for her for years. Ever since the moment his no good wife walked out on him to run off with the black man next door leaving him to raise the little imp by himself.
It hadn't been all bad; it'd actually been kind of fun without his shrew of a wife standing over him and shouting all the time. But a few years ago, when she'd hit fifteen, he'd started seeing her as something far removed from his little girl.
In his defense, what man could resist? The girl was stunning. Her breasts grew in over the summer and were perfect; just enough to be a handful and round and full. Her ass, round and firm with just the right lift to it simply begged to be fondled and he often had to resist the urge to do just that. He could only imagine what her virgin pussy was like.
That was the one thing he was sure of; she was a virgin. He'd made sure that himself chasing away any and all boys long before they showed an interest. Not that he'd needed to try too hard, she showed little if any interest in them even before he'd begun chasing them away.
Instead, he'd become overly affectionate to her; at least behind closed doors. He took every opportunity he could to touch her, arms, face, legs. And he used the excuse that he was her father and he had to show her his love. If he occasionally touched her ass or her breasts, so what? He always made sure those brief touches could be construed as accidents and he always apologized afterwards. If she thought his behavior was strange she kept it to herself and things continued on.
He pulled into the driveway and killed the engine as his mind drifted back to the very first night he'd decided to push the envelope with her and let her see that he planned on fucking her someday soon.
It was the night of her 18th birthday. There was a big party; plenty of friends and even some booze. She thought he didn't know about that part but he'd simply turned a blind eye to it and let them have their fun. She came in wearing short shorts and a nearly nothing top that did little to hide her from lecherous eyes. She was slightly drunk; not trashed but still feeling pretty good.
He'd been up still, nursing a raging hard on due to the combination of the sight of so many scantily clad teenage girls running around and not having been laid in months. When he caught her standing in the doorway of the den, disheveled and her top pulled down so far it nearly exposed her perfect breasts, something in him snapped and he knew that he would stop at nothing until he fucked her.
"Party done sweetie?" He kept his tone level and soft not wanting to give away the carnal thoughts even then surging through his head.
She nodded. "Yeah. No one wanted to stay and they all decided to call it a night."
"You going to bed then?" She nodded. "Then come give your dad a kiss."
She stepped closer to do as he asked, leaning down within his reach. His arm snaked out and grabbed the back of her neck in a firm, tight grip. She tried to pull away and he tightened his hold on her. She whimpered suddenly and without thinking he pushed her slowly down until she was kneeling in front of his chair. She looked up at him with panic stricken eyes as he let go of her neck.
"You turned 18 today pumpkin." Numbly she nodded. "Daddy thinks that maybe its time you learned the consequences of certain behaviors."
