Daddy's Princess

This story features the love of a father and daughter; please be aware before reading. It is told from the viewpoint of a very innocent teen. All individuals are consensual and at least eighteen years old.

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Sprawled across the soft sofa, sharing a blanket with my older brother David, I casually flipped channels as the wind blew outside and the shows rambled on. It was an atypical weeknight in our suburban home. Mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner; daddy was still away on business, and David... was annoying.

"Don't you have homework to do, creep?" I questioned loudly, hoping our mom would hear and force my older sibling to the demented hole he called a room.

"Whadaya gonna do about it, Abby?" he answered with a growl, kicking me underneath the covers and swiping the remote.

"Hey! I was watching that!" I exclaimed angrily, though I had no idea what show had even been playing. Only a year apart, David and I never got along.

"The hell you were, cow," he replied, turning the set to MTV.

We were near opposites; I was the "good-girl" type, which David continually teased me for, while he spent far too many hours in detention. Neither of us was much for sports, though I did make it on the cheerleading squad at the beginning of my senior year. However, it proved to be too time-consuming with my other activities and I dropped it before Christmas holiday.

Despite my achievements and activities, I was the archetypal loner. I spent much of my free time with my nose buried in a book in some dusty corner of the local library.

I had struggled through puberty as my body turned on itself. Once a gangly little girl, I'd filled out and sprouted curves almost overnight. I'd become embarrassed of my looks and shunned myself from my peers.

Irritated, I threw the blanket off and stormed to the kitchen.

"Helen, you'll have to figure it out on your own, I'm a little busy right now." I groaned.

Helen was mom's newest paralegal and had kept her life torturous since she was hired. As leading attorney, all mom's time was spent averting some law office disaster. She was consistently burdened with depositions and cases, leaving dad to raise the kids... at least when he wasn't on business trips. It was a frustrating situation for the entire family, though it seemed especially hard on daddy.

"Mom," I hinted quietly, pointing to the stove as a pan of water began bubbling over.

"Not now, Abby!" she whispered sternly, slapping my hand away. She'd never been much of a housewife, and could barely make coffee.

My parents met in their mid-twenties at a single's retreat, but married out of necessity when mom became pregnant with my brother. It was a marriage based solely on obligation.

As David got older, he sort of fell away from mom and dad. My brother spent nearly all his time with his friends, and he saw our parents as a means to an end.

But daddy and I had a special bond. Until the past year, dad had been the homemaker while we grew up. He spent his time cooking, cleaning, going to PTA meetings, helping with homework, and taking us to school functions.

I spent every afternoon with him; he'd become my best friend. It was a wonderful time for us, but that world crumbled away when he was forced to get a job to make ends meet. I felt I was losing him. Mom, of course, believed it was for the best and said I'd become too dependent.

Dinner was finished, the dishes were washed and dried, and we all burrowed ourselves in our rooms for the rest of the evening.

It was late and as the house quieted under the weight of another Monday night, I sat alone in my bedroom. The smell of dinner still wafted through the house, drenching the fabrics with an aroma mimicking a landfill.

Posters of far-away locations littered my walls, while college catalogues were strewn across my desk. A motor kicked on and heat began radiating through my bedroom vents.

Already warm, I moved to my window and opened it to let in a bit of the winter evening air. I found myself standing before the full-length mirror, looking at my frame as the breeze swirled around the room.

Staring, I suddenly felt very curious of the girl reflected back. Slowly, I pulled up my loose, white-cotton tee to just under my bust, further exposing my pink plaid pajama bottoms and bare torso. I examined myself, noticing every flaw and freckle in my pale, eighteen-year-old body.

Deftly, my fingers rolled across my abdomen, and I silently wished I were different. My shirt dropped as my hands cupped my breasts. I was ashamed of the '32B' that was printed on the rosa-blanca.ru of my bras. I could remember when my chest was completely flat and I stood taller than the boys.

A soft tap at my open door startled me and I whirled around.

"Hey princess," came a gruff voice in the darkness.

"Daddy!" I called, genuinely happy to see him. Nearly in tears at his homecoming, I ran to his side.

"Ugh," he groaned as my arms snaked around his waist, hugging him as hard as I could. "I'm happy to see you too, Abby."

"I didn't know you were coming home tonight," I murmured, burying my face in his striped button-down shirt.

He pulled me in close, his protective hands holding my head, and his fingers twisting in my long brunette strands as I quietly sank into his touch. With adoration, my blue eyes gazed up at him in the shadowed doorway.

"I wanted to surprise you," he said in a tender voice, gently pushing me to arm's length. He leaned back into the hall and I heard a rustle from a plastic bag. "I got these for you, sweetheart," he offered, producing a bouquet of a dozen pink roses.

I giggled at the sight, gingerly taking them from him. I hugged the flowers dearly, smelling the sweet fragrance that lifted from the velvet folds. "They're beautiful, daddy! And they're my favorite color! Thank you."

He smiled warmly, watching me treat the gift as if it were a precious gem. It wasn't until then I noticed his dark goatee was ashen and untrimmed, his brown eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were wrinkled, holding creases from the long flight he'd just experienced. His body seemed to carry the weight of the world.

"Daddy, you should head to bed," I ordered sternly, though the command must have been amusing coming from my petite form. At six feet and one inch, dad towered over me by a solid foot and my slim structure paled in comparison to his toned, though not hulking, body.

Exhausted, he nodded. "You're right, pumpkin. Hop into bed and I'll tuck you in." Noticing the flowers still in my hand, he added, "I'll put your roses in some water for you."

I reluctantly surrendered my present and then pulled myself into my soft pink sheets.

"Good night, baby," he whispered while kissing my forehead and pulling the daisy comforter to my chin.

"Good night, daddy," I said in a low voice as he walked to the door, the pink blossoms dangling from his hand.

"Sleep well, princess. I love you."

"I love you, too, daddy."

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The warm sun cascaded through my powdered curtains; I awoke with a smile, still giddy that daddy was home. I dressed with purpose, carefully picking out my day's attire.

I wanted to wear something pretty to highlight the good mood I was in. I chose a new skirt I'd bought last week; it fell to my knee and was mostly green with a bright yellow flower that decorated the hem. I paired it with a long sleeve, pale gold blouse that tightly laced at the sides. Heeled brown boots completed the ensemble.

I could smell breakfast cooking as I skipped down the stairs.

"Morning daddy," I beamed, leaning close for a kiss as he cooked pancakes at the stove.

"Morning princess," he responded with a smile, offering his cheek. His peripheral vision caught side of my wardrobe and I could see his surprise. "Sweetie, you look beautiful."

"Do you like it?" I asked, holding up the sides of the skirt and twirling in the middle of the kitchen.

"You look like an ass," David grumbled from beneath his parka, a portable video game system beeping in his hands.

"Be nice," daddy warned, skillfully flipping breakfast onto a plate. "You look so grown up this morning, Abby. What's the occasion?"

I took a seat at the bar and twirled my curled hair in my fingers. "Oh, I'm just excited that someone special is home," I teased in a childlike tone, flashing a huge grin. After three weeks away, I still couldn't believe he was back.

"Sweetie, mom has to work late tonight, so I was thinking that we could go see a movie when you get home from school today. What do ya think?" he asked eagerly, placing pancakes before my brother and me. "You're welcome to come too, David."

My brother scoffed. "Yeah right. I'm heading to Jason's after fourth period," he said to no one in particular. Standing, he made his way out of the kitchen.

"Be home by cur-" dad began, but David was already out of the room. He sighed. "Well, how 'bout it, kiddo?"

"Sounds great!" I exclaimed, taking a bite of the fluffy pancake. Daddy and I talked about the past few weeks. I asked about his trip, he told me of the sites he saw, he asked about mom and David, I told him we were just as dysfunctional as always.

My bus arrived and he kissed me warmly on the forehead. "See ya after school," he hollered and waved as I left.

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As I rode home, butterflies danced in my stomach. Each curvy road, every drawn-out stop, brought me closer to daddy. I was confused and didn't know what the feelings were I felt.

The bus finally arrived at my house and I jumped off, excited about my date. Daddy greeted me from the front door, a wide smile stretched across his face.

I noticed a distinct change in his appearance from the night before. His clothes looked clean and pressed, and the khakis and sweater with dress shirt underneath looked especially nice against his tanned complexion. His short hair and goatee were trimmed and styled. As I got closer, I could smell his cologne as it drifted through the yard.

He held his arms out to me. "Daddy!" I yelled, throwing myself around him excitedly. He hugged me hard, pulling me close.

"How was school?" dad asked, pulling away from the embrace and heading into the house.

"Boring!" I exclaimed emphatically. "I couldn't stop thinking about our movie date and the day simply dragged on and on," I dramatized, tossing my bag to the floor.

Daddy laughed at my performance and grabbed the car keys from the counter. "Well then, I shant keep the princess waiting," he joked, bowing deeply before me. I curtsied in response and giggled at his gesture.

"Milady," he motioned to the door. "Your carriage awaits."

Fifteen minutes later, and he'd already purchased the tickets to a monster movie. I had hoped he'd remembered that I hated creepy movies.

Laden with popcorn and soda, we trudged up the theater stairs and picked the middle seats in the empty back row. The film started slow, but adjusted pace and soon filled with lots of gore and violence. I jumped and grabbed daddy at every scary moment and he affectionately wrapped his arm around me and held me close.

In the end, the good guy won and the bad guy was killed on some unknown planet. Chatting about the lame special effects and how the main character reminded us of my great uncle Sal, we drove home.

"Thanks for the date, daddy," I said as we pulled into the driveway. I leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek before hopping out of the car.

Mom was home early and had wrecked the house. "Jill?" dad called when he walked through the entry. "Where are you?"

She rushed out of the laundry room, a pile of clothes in her arms. "Michael, have you seen my black suit? The one I wore to my cousin's wedding?" she hurriedly bit out as she made her way to their bedroom.

"It's hanging in your vanity. What's going on?" daddy asked as we followed her. A suitcase was opened on the bed, already full.

"I've been called out of town for work."

We were surprised. Mom was her own boss and managed a few employees. She never left.

"Why?" daddy wanted to know, absently folding the clothes she threw to the bed.

"One of my cases just went national and I have to get to L.A. tonight," she explained, tossing shoes from her closet.

"But, what about your family? And my job? What about your other clients? How long will you be gone?" dad questioned.

"Michael," she sighed loudly, stopping to stare at him in frustration. "For now, I'll be gone a week; Helen's going to cover for me at the office until I get back. And you'll be able to quit your job and take care of the family," she said with contempt. "Isn't that what you want?" It was the most contact I had seen between my parents in years.

"Abby, go to your room honey. Mom and I need to talk privately," dad told me, moving me to the door. It shut with a thud and I spent the rest of the afternoon tucked away, thinking of how daddy was all mine while mom was away.

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We spent the week together going to movies, jogging in the park, and having picnics in the car on the colder days. Soon it was Friday and I was headed home for the long weekend, eager for another date with daddy.

I'd skipped my last two classes of the day and gone shopping for a new outfit at the local outlet. Finding clothes that highlighted my maturity while emphasizing the feelings I was slowly discovering was difficult, but eventually I purchased what I hoped would work. I tucked the bag into my backpack and I was thankful they'd built the stores so close to school.

I pushed the front door open and called for dad.

"It's not time for you to be home already, is it?" he asked, sprinting from the hallway. "I just got off the phone with mom. She said she misses you and loves you and wants me to make sure you're keeping up with the college registration deadlines."

"I am, I am," I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"And David called; looks like he's spending the weekend at Jason's again. His band even has a gig next week, too," dad added. I hated my brother's music, but at least it kept him out of the house.

"So it's just you and me tonight, huh daddy?"

"Guess so, princess," he beamed, looking pleased. "What did you want to do?"

I thought for a moment, trying to think of something perfect. "Hmm, let's stay in, watch movies all night, and order a pizza!"

"Sure thing, I'll call for delivery. You want anchovies, right?" he joked, picking up the phone and dialing.

I pretended to choke, gasping for air at the thought of greasy fish covering the cheesy dish and he laughed.

A little while later we settled in to watch the first movie, a teen-comedy-spoof. We ate pizza, made fun of the villain, and groaned at the obvious puns. As the film finished, night had fallen and the house darkened.

I suddenly remembered the outfit I'd left in my bag and forgotten to wear. "Daddy, I'm going to go change," I called into the kitchen as he cleaned up the mess.

"Okay, pumpkin. Hurry back and we'll watch that new thriller." I bolted to my room.

My heart was beating fast as I thought about what I was doing; I tore open my backpack and grabbed the clothes. I left my bra and panties on, but stripped everything else off.

I stepped into the skirt. It fell at about my mid-thigh and was much shorter than anything else I'd worn around daddy. Black with hot pink stripes crisscrossing the front, and three snaps on each seam to hold it around my hips; the sales clerk guaranteed me it looked amazing. I didn't really believe her, but it was different than my normal attire.

I added the bright pink shirt with short ruffled sleeves and buttons up the back. Next, black, chunky, Mary Jane heels adorned my feet, posing in stark contrast to my light skin. I tied a black satin ribbon around my neck as a choker, fashioning it into a small bow on the side. My hair was left down and straight, and my long bangs were swept to the side. A quick make-up check and I was ready.

The mirror showed me a girl I'd never met before. She looked brazen and exotic, not a mouse who hid in the corner. "You look fantastic," I repeated the sales girl's words, trying to convince myself and rationalize my insecurities.

With a shaky hand, I opened my door and headed downstairs.

"It's about time," he teased, hearing me trod down. "What took so long?"

I rounded the corner and stood in front of him, feeling very exposed. He was speechless, staring at me from the couch, his eyes wide.

"Do- do you like it?" I stammered, afraid he'd chastise my look and hate me.

"What's, ah, I mean, why did you- where..." he sputtered, not really saying anything. "Yeah, I like it," he finally announced.

Feeling brave, I approached him, grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast, then kissed daddy. Pressed firm against him, I parted my lips and my tongue darted out, caressing his.

He wrenched his hand from my chest and held me away. "What the hell are you doing?" he exclaimed, jumping up from his seat.

Tears filled my eyes and I was scared, knowing I'd behaved wrongly. "I, I want you, daddy. Don't you want me?" I sniffed, covering myself as best as I could. I felt ridiculous.

Several minutes went by as he paced the living room. "Of course I want you," he said at last. "But- it's, it's wrong, Abby. We can't. You're my daughter, and, and-" He couldn't say more, dumbfounded at the situation.

"Is it because I'm ugly, daddy? I'm not pretty like the other girls? I'm sorry, daddy, I'm so sorry," I sobbed, throwing myself on the couch.

"Oh darling," he began softly, watching me cry. "You're an angel, a gorgeous princess to be revered and worshipped. I've often thought about you in... well, in inappropriate ways and of course I've wondered what it would be like to- um, to be with you like that."

His admittance was startling; I didn't know he'd fantasized about me before, though it seemed obvious now from the special touches and comments he'd given me through the years.

He crouched on the floor, staring at me, stroking my thigh reassuringly. "Have you really thought about it, baby? Are you sure it's something you want, I mean from me?"

"It is, daddy. I really want this," I promised decisively.

Daddy waited and thought. "Okay," he whispered eventually, his voice catching in his throat at the simple word.

I was sexually inept and very inexperienced. "I've- I've never been with a boy, daddy," I mumbled, embarrassed at my innocence. My eyes stared at the floor, refusing to see the disappointment I was sure he had.

He sat down on the couch beside me and stroked my back understandingly. "It's okay, princess. We'll go slow," he explained calmly. "You know, we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

I knew he was hesitant and wondering if we should cross this last boundary that separated the forbidden.

"No, I want to, I just don't know how," I responded with a bit more confidence.

Daddy was quiet for a moment, then I felt his hand slide further down my back. It teetered on the bottom hem of my blouse, fingering the last button on the back. I turned away from him, giving daddy a better angle. One by one, the buttons were undone and soon the shirt slipped from my shoulders.

Momentarily ashamed of my body, I pulled the small piece of fabric across my chest, hiding the white-lace bra that carefully held my breasts.

"You're beautiful," he admonished, tugging at the shirt in my hands. "I've thought that for years, everyone has. I don't know why you can't see it."

He stood and pulled me to my feet. Confused, I followed him to his bedroom. He lit the candles that ornamented the shelves and tables, casting the area in a subtle, romantic glow. Then, he positioned me in front of the full-length mirror that covered mom's closet door.