“Daddy, I’m Home.”
Those are the words I love to hear. My daughter, Julie, is home from shopping. The house has been too quiet for the entire day.
I’m Mark and I used to work for the Treasury Department. My last assignment was to investigate high-grade counterfeit hundred dollars flooding the Eastern seaboard. The investigation took my team to the backcountry, close to Dalton, Georgia. It should have been an easy bust. Most counterfeiters are not violent. These were different.
I ended up being shot in the leg and arm. The leg shot just missed my femoral artery but tore through enough tissue and tendons that I walk with a limp and use a cane. There are days when the pain still gets bad enough that I have to take a heavy dose of drugs to bear it. My arm healed fairly well.
Unfortunately, I was close to retirement age for an agent and so the department decided to medically retire me at age 44. I now live in a small town in Kansas, not far from where I was raised. My older sister, Deborah, is an associate professor of English, teaching at Yang Sae University in Seoul, Korea. Our parents are deceased.
Julie’s mother and I split about ten years ago and she got re-married a few years later. My monthly phone calls with Julie told me that she and her step-dad didn’t exactly get along. Julie never went into the reasons why and would usually turn the conversation in a different direction.
Against both her mother’s and my better judgment, Julie married her high school sweetheart just after graduation. Her husband, Tommy, had a decent job working for his father’s construction company. But, like so many too young for marriage, it fell apart in less than two years.
Three months ago, I received a sobbing phone call from Julie, telling me the news and wanting to come live with me. She hit on all the right comments like, she couldn’t stand the step-dad, I could use the help around the house and she would get a job to help pay her way. Of course, I sent her the money to come live with me.
I last saw Julie in person more than five years ago. As I drove to the regional airport, that was the girl I was picking up. The woman that came running at me and crushed me with a hug was not that girl. This was a full-fledged blossomed beautiful woman. She rocked me so hard that I dropped my cane and almost fell over. She finally let go and helped steady me on my feet and bent to retrieve my cane. I couldn’t believe what a sensuous-looking woman she was. I immediately had to turn away from her as I felt my cock come alive.
“Daddy? Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, Julie, sweetheart, you just kind of took me by surprise. I was expecting a teenager and not such a lovely lady.”
“Aw Daddy, it’s still the same old me, still your little girl and I still love you to bits.”
“I love you too, honey. Let’s see about getting your luggage. I’m not going to be much help, I’m afraid. We can get a trolly.”
“That’s fine daddy. Remember, I’m here to help you too.”
On the drive home, we chatted about life and the cruel twist that sometimes happen to us. Once in the house, Julie kept commenting about how cute the house was, even though it needed a woman’s touch. I showed her to her room and pointed out the brand-new bedroom set and the most expensive double bed I could find. My house is a modest affair, eat-in kitchen, living room, a master bedroom with a three-quarter bath, a full bathroom down the hall with two smaller bedrooms. And, a single car garage.
“If you’re hungry, you’re welcome to whatever is in the fridge or pantry. This is your home now, so don’t feel the need to ask.” With that, I settled into my armchair with a big grunt. My leg was killing me.
“Wow, daddy, I didn’t expect to see so much food here. I figured that you’d be the typical bachelor having only a slice of stale pizza and a 6-pack of beer. But I do spy a 6-pack.”
“Julie, while you’re in there, would you mind handing me a beer though. And before you ask, of course, you have some also. There’s some Jack Daniels in the cabinet if you want something stronger.”
“Beer will be fine for me tonight.”
I groaned as I leaned forward when Julie handed me my beer.
“Daddy? Do you hurt badly now?”
“Just a bit. Been doing a lot to get the house ready for you and packing in the groceries. That’s all, just a bit more than I usually do. I’ll be fine by morning, don’t worry about it.”
“Well, let me know if I can help with something. I’m going to my room to get settled in. Mostly putting away my clothes. Holler if you need anything.”
As she bounced up and headed down the hall, I couldn’t help but wonder how such a luscious woman could have come from my loins. I must have dozed off, because before I knew it, Julie was shaking me awake.
“Daddy, do you want me to help you to bed. It’s kind of late.”
“Maybe a hand to help me out of this chair.”
Julie had changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I could tell right away she didn’t have a bra on. She walked me to my bedroom with her arm around my waist. I could feel the heat from her body and the movement of her breasts against my side.
The next morning I awoke to the smell of coffee. I got up as quickly as I could and put on my housecoat over my boxers. In the kitchen, Julie was frying bacon and had a dozen of eggs on the counter. She had on a pink bathrobe that came down mid-thigh and her hair wrapped in a towel.
“Good morning, daddy. Do you still like your eggs sunny side up, fried in bacon grease?”
“Damn girl. I haven’t had that in years. Of course, I do.”
“You just sit tight and I’ll have them up in no time. I’ll pour you a cup in just a second.”
I watched her move around the kitchen with ease. Her body seemed to flow smoothly under the robe. When she set my coffee down, her robe opened a little. I’m her father, but damn, I’m still a man. She put our plates on the table and took the towel from her hair. The wet curls fell over her shoulders and I just sat there a gazed.
“Is something wrong, daddy?” Her voice snapped me back to reality.
“No, sweetheart. I was just marveling at how beautiful you are.”
“You’re going to spoil me with that kind of talk. I’m just your little girl.”
I had to finish my breakfast quickly. As she sat there chattering and gesturing, the robe kept opening more and more. I couldn’t control my eyes. I was like a man possessed. I turned in my chair to get up and groaned. Julie popped out of her chair to help me. That did it, the robe gave up the fight and opened. Julie seemed not to even notice and helped me to my room. She wanted me to lay on the bed, but I couldn’t, or else she would see my cock growing hard.
Later in the day, Julie took my truck into town. She said she want to see the town and if there were any help wanted signs posted. I took a double dose of pain pills and lay on the couch. I was knocked out asleep.
I felt someone sit on the couch beside me. I opened my eyes to see Julie smiling down at me.
“You feel better now?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t tried moving yet.”
Julie put her hand on my chest and said, “You just lay there for a while.”
She kept looking me up and down. I raised my head a bit and saw that my housecoat had fallen open and my hard cock stood straight up through the slit in my boxers. I tried to cover up, but Julie was sitting on my housecoat.
“Julie, you shouldn’t see me like this.”
“Don’t worry daddy, I’ve seen a cock before.”
She leaned up and kissed me on the forehead. I swear she was rubbing her tits on my face. Julie went and got me a blanket and covered me.
“But, really daddy, don’t worry about it. I’m sure that living together, we’ll see a lot more of each other.”
The next morning, I was feeling much better. I got up early and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. I had forgotten to bring my puzzle book with me and went back to my bedroom to get it.
Upon returning, the hall bathroom door opened and Julie crossed to her room with nothing on but the towel on her head. I sat down at the table and tried to concentrate on my puzzle, but kept seeing her naked body. Julie came to the kitchen wearing the same pink bathrobe. She bent down to get a pot to make oatmeal and I could tell; the robe was all she had on.
After eating breakfast and drinking our second cup of coffee, I looked at Julie and said, “Sweetheart, I think we need to talk.”
“What about? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, not really. It’s just that the way you go around here without a bra and like you’re wearing that robe with nothing on underneath, it’s, well, how can I say this? It’s distracting. If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re teasing me.”
“Okay, and?” Julie asked.
“I know I said this is your home now. And, believe me, I want you to feel comfortable here, but this could lead to problems between us. Understand?”
“I think I understand, daddy. You’re saying that seeing me with no bra and dressed like this is making you horny. And, you think I am purposely teasing you.”
“Well, if you put it that way, yes. And as you put it, you are making me horny.”
Now I was feeling a little embarrassed, thinking maybe I had blown this out of proportion. We both sat in silence for a moment.
Then Julie said with all seriousness, “I am, too.”
My mouth may have dropped open, I don’t know. Right then, I couldn’t even formulate a coherent thought.
“Aw, for Christ’s sake, Julie. I’m your father and twice your age.”
“True. But what I see is a man that is broken and hurt, that deserves the love and care of a woman. I’m that woman and you’re that man. I love you and I know you love me. And we both have physical needs.”
“But, Julie, it’s wrong.”
“So? To the outside world, we will still be father and daughter. But, here, in our home, we will be two people trying to put our shattered lives back together.”
“If we cross that line, we can never go back.”
Julie came around the table and sat next to me. She draped her arms over my shoulders and the robe fell completely open. Leaning in, she kissed me on the mouth and said, “I hope we never go back.”
She got up and started cleaning the kitchen. I went into the living room and turned on the TV. A mower started up outside and I knew the kid I hired was cutting the grass. The boy worked hard and always kept my yard looking nice.
Julie took the truck to go job hunting. I plan to tell her when she gets back, that she doesn’t need to get a job. I make enough with my pension, disability, and social security that we don’t have to worry about money.
That evening, Julie had changed into one of those sport bra things and a flimsy pair of running shorts. She stood in the kitchen with her hands on her hips.
“Alright, off your butt. You’re making your famous death dogs for dinner.”
Death dogs are my version of chili cheese dogs made with large Polish sausages. As we cooked, I watched her butt cheeks glide up and down and didn’t resist reaching down and patting them. Julie giggled and rubbed her butt up against me. After dinner, we both sat on the couch, watching Star Wars films. Julie had bought a 12-pack of coke that we had with shots of Jack Daniels.
Six or seven shots later, I tried to get up but was having trouble. Julie got up and pulled me up. I thought I was going to the bathroom alone, but when I got there, she whipped around me and put up the seat. Without any hesitation, she reached down and slid my sweats down over my ass.
“You know, I can manage this all by myself.”
“I know, sir. This is a free service at this bar. Besides, I like watching.”
We both went back to the living room and quickly downed two more shots. We had left the movie running and had no idea what we were watching. I flicked the remote and the room went dark.
“Julie?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Honey, can you help me up, I’m not feeling that steady?”
Juliet climbed up on the couch and standing behind me, lifted me under my arms. It was a good thing I had my cane or else I’d fallen over. Julie steadied me and wrapped her arm around my waist. Together we made it to my bedroom.
“I hate to ask this, but can you help me get my pants off? I can’t seem to bend my leg.”
“Sure, daddy.”
Julie tugged and with some squirming on my part, managed to get my jeans off. Feeling a cool breeze, I realized that my boxers went with the jeans. She sat me up on her lap and pulled off my t-shirt.
“There, that should make you more comfortable. I’ll be back in just a second to get the covers for you.”
Julie went into my bathroom, pulled down her shorts, and peed. I could see the toilet from my position on the bed. I heard the stream hit the water and my mind did the rest. I felt my cock growing.
Julie stood, leaving her shorts on the floor, and walked to my bed. On the way, she raked off her sports bra. She bent down at the foot of the bed, gathered the sheet and blanket, and pull them over us as she lay next to me.
I rolled slightly to face her and she laid her leg across mine. She pulled my face to hers and our lips met. We kissed for a good while, exploring each other’s mouths. I haven’t kissed a woman like this for over five years.
My hand found her soft breast and swirled around the hard nipple. Julie’s hand found my cock, wrapped around it, and gently stroked it. I drifted my fingers down her body and entered her wet, molten core. My thumb circled her clit, but she gently moved it away and pushed my fingers in deeper.
“Not tonight, daddy.”
“Honey, I can’t do what I think you want, too much Jack.”
She whispered to me, “I know, me too. I want to make love to you when we’re both fully here to better enjoy it.”
I’m sure I drifted off with my fingers still inside my daughter.
The morning hangover wasn’t too bad. But the gastric disturbances were something else. We ate way too much chili and were paying for it now.
Neither one of us bothered with getting dressed. I was sitting across from Julie, who had one foot on the floor and the other knee pulled up to her chest. I was kind of slouched back with my legs out straight. We had just gotten our second cup of coffee when Julie let out a rather large fart. I answered with one of my own. We both busted out laughing until our heads began to throb.
Julie continued to snicker, saying, “Here we are acting like an old married couple, farting in front of each other.”
Gradually, we began to feel better but continued to lounge around all day. By evening time, my back was hurting from laying on the couch most of the day. I grabbed a pillow and laid flat on my back on the carpet. Julie came over and got on her haunches, facing me.
“Daddy, are you in pain? Do I need to get your pills?”
“No dear. My back is stiff from the couch and the floor looked so inviting.”
Julie sat on her haunches facing me. Julie moved her hand to my groin and was caressing my balls. I was rubbing my finger up and down her moist slit. As my cock got hard, I slipped a finger inside and found that she was well lubricated.
Without saying anything, she lifted a leg and straddled me. One hand on my chest, the other guided my cock to her entrance. Little by little she lowered herself. I have never felt such a tight pussy. It felt like I was entering a fiery hot cave and even wondered if I could fit all the way in.
Once she had fully impaled herself, she laid her torso on me and began to move her hips. As her speed picked up, she leaned back on her arms so both of us could watch my cock sliding in and out. Then she sat upright with her hands on my thighs, threw her head back, and let out a low guttural growl.
She eased down toward my chest as I released my seed deep. I tweaked her nipples and she bucked a few more times.
Julie collapsed on my chest. In a husky voice, she said, “That was even better than I dreamed. Now I’m the woman I knew I could be.”
Three weeks later. At the breakfast table, I was reading the news on my laptop.
“Mark?”
Momentarily I was confused. Julie sounded just like her mother. And then it hit me, she called me Mark…
