by LordDaddyz
This is a work of complete fiction. There is little truths to this story.
If you have any comments or critiques, don't be too harsh, it's my first time posting anything I've written.
As my years progress, I begin to realize a lot of things. Life is harsh, but beautiful. Soft, but unmerciful. A yin-yang thing. Good comes with the bad. Without the bad, the good can't be as appreciated. Without the good, the bad just sucks more. So with that said, let me get to the story with a bit of a background.
My high school sweet heart. She was the love of my life. After school, I worked at a restaurant just to make enough to live and get married as soon as she turned 18. At 19, I'm married. In December. We estimate that it took to my birthday in March to conceive my son. So 5 days after our first anniversary, sprouts out Dominic. Life was good. I was working my ass off, while she took somewhat care of my boy, when my mother wasn't. So the story goes that 3 days before our third anniversary, and 8 days before my sons second birthday, she abandons us for another man. A few years down the line, she has a daughter, and I eventually meet someone else. We were together for 4 years when my daughter came into our lives. So my son now has two half sisters.
Well .. as stories go .. this one sucked living it to begin with. Because a month before my beautiful daughters first birthday, her mom also decides to abandon my son and I, but takes my daughter away. Barely getting to see her until the summer she turned 3, when we signed for a shared parenting / joint custody agreement that worked out for a good long while. Meantime, my daughter, Ali, gets a new half sister from her mother. When Gina, Ali's mom, left her asshole of a boyfriend, I sorta ended up adopting Ali's half-sister, Elizabeth, who I called Eli. Dom, Ali, and Eli were my life. I moved my mother in with us when her husband, my stepfather, passed away, and helped me raise them. I ended up with full custody of both kids when Ali turned 13, and Eli 10. Dom was away at that time in college studying to be a doctor, of all things.
I am a photographer for a food chain (Don't crack it, it's great money, and not that easy to make food look so good in the pictures. It's an art, dammit), and a freelance photographer with published arts in many photography magazines. Also some in not so fancy mags, but excellent shots in my younger years nonetheless. So what that they had so much more hair down there then! It's art!
Anyway .. my mother passed away in the winter before Ali's 17th birthday, and after Eli's 13th., and the girls took it pretty hard. I did everything I could to console them, or to try and help make it better, at the same time that I was torn up about it. When Dom came home, it became worse for a little while because he and my mother had the close bond he should have had with his own. Eventually, we all made it through it, by making sure that with each holiday, we get a little trinket, and on her birthday, we take that years collected trinkets, and add it to a tree we made just for this. It stays at my home, on one of my mothers tables, in her place of honor. So we make it as happy of a time as we can, and soon enough, my Ali is leaving us, having graduated top of her class. THE VERY TOP! Her choice of colleges. Scholarships leaving me with a little extra, so we get her and Eli new cars. Ali's brand new, Eli's not so. At 17, I'm not ready to drop big money until proven that she can handle it.
It was around this time that I began to notice things. Things that a father shouldn't. Like the body that Eli has formed under my nose, and I hadn't noticed before. But she's one of my girls. Why am I even noticing, or caring that I did notice? Why does missing female companionship all of the sudden kicking my ass like never before?
I wasn't sure if she knew what she was doing to me. Each time she was ask for something, she'd have to repeat it. Not because I was looking at her body or anything, just her eyes, but getting lost in the watery blue orbs. When she calls me Daddy, now, it brings on a whole different feeling. One I haven't felt since their mother was around at the beginning. Before Eli was even born! The clothes that she decides to wear that I have to say .. "Oh hell no you aren't wearing that out of this house!" .. is becoming sexier and most lust provoking then before. Before it was a hideous sweat with bib's or shorts and snow boots with a poncho over it on a sunny day. Now it's tight booty shorts and almost non-existent "t-shirts" that have sayings like, "Princess," or, "Playboy" .. each of these, I tell her no she can't wear out of the house, so she tortures me every moment that she is in it, by wearing them! Or not wearing them .. or ... oh hell. You know what I mean.
Eli is the shorter of the two girls. She's 5'1", and she's about 110 pounds soaking wet. She made us all sick with how she never had to work out like the rest of us to stay in shape. She had 32C breast (I know from having to do the laundry). They look so firm, as she goes often without a bra. She has a nice round ass that shapes anything she wears perfectly. Lately she's been wearing a more emo-girl smokey makeup scheme.
It's now a week before Eli turns the big 18. Dom and Ali are making a special trip from Boston and New York to surprise her. They are due in three days. I make it home after making a kick ass collage of her life. Pictures from when she was an infant to ones as recent as two weeks ago. It's big. Took me damn near three weeks to make it just the way I wanted it. After getting it printed and framed, I had to hide it in the basement, behind the shelving, with an old blanket covering it. Coming up from the basement, I heard movement on the second level. Grabbing the bat from by the front door, as Eli isn't due home for another couple hours from school, and silently creeps up the steps.
Looking in and letting my eyes quickly scan my bedroom, noticing nothing out of place, I walk towards the study and my daughters room. The study wasn't exactly how I left it, but Eli is always on the computer in there, beings it is much fast then hers, so she uses mine to download something, put it on a flash drive, and back to her smaller system quicker then hers would take to download it. So nothing unusual there.
As I go towards Eli's decorated door, I bend down to pick up the sloppy girls clothes in the hallway. Her door was slightly open, so I start to walk in until two things make me stop. One, is the sound of a moan, and two is the smell of pussy in the air. Peeking around the corner, I couldn't believe my eyes. My gorgeous little daughter was naked, spread eagle on her bed, playing with herself. She had what looked to be two or three of her fingers pressing hard into herself while her other hand was mauling and twisting her breasts. The sight of her nearly made me cum in my shorts right then. I shouldn't feel that way, but she is so gorgeous, and so horny, it is hard not to. Too hard. Oh so hard.
Looking in my hands, I realize it's the clothes that she was wearing when she left for school. So she basically was undressing and making a beeline for her bed at the same time, and this is the result. Amazing. Her slender thighs begin to quiver as she nears what appears to be one nice orgasm. Her moans are like music to my ears. Her juices covering her hands making my mouth water. I slowly sneak back away when she starts to recover from her cum, and replace the clothes to the floor. I climb into my bed, pretending to be asleep when she checks in on me a little while later.
Now after seeing her, I can't help that every time she bends over, or does something sexy that I just have an urge to grab her, and make her all mine. My 'fatherly' instincts come in at about this time, and keeps me from doing anything. Not wanting to ruin what we have now, and making her hate me, because I am a gross old man. So I secretly watch her every chance I get, hoping for a repeat performance.
The day before the other kids are to arrive, Eli goes out on a date with her asshole ...
