Have you ever had two total strangers invade your home... and stay? I'm not kidding, that's exactly what happened, when Mum married Tom O'Brien, and he brought his horrible little daughter with him. She was just as insecure as I was and as upset about the whole new arrangement as I was and we fought over cupboard space and other things all the time.
And Mum was no help! She just kept repeating phrases like "Try to make them feel welcome dear" and "We're all going to have to make some sacrifices dear". How I missed my Dad, and looked forward to the time each week when I could visit him.
Two weeks after the marriage I was ready to get down on my hands and knees and beg Daddy to move into a bigger home so I could at least stay the night, if not forever. I knew he couldn't afford it, of course!
The next time I was at Daddy's place I told him all about my life at home. He was very concerned, and understood completely why I was upset. He said we'd have to think about what we could do, and come up with a plan.
Later that day he sent me to the corner shop for some parmesan cheese for tonight's dinner, and when I got back, he had made up the couch, with sheets and blankets and everything! I was thrilled! I said "Oh Daddy! Does this mean I can stay?" Daddy grinned and nodded "Yep!"
I threw myself onto the couch. It had awful ridges that stuck into me. Daddy said "Hey! The couch is for me! You're sleeping on the bed!"
I said "Oh no, Daddy! I couldn't possibly throw you out of your own bed!"
Dad said "How does the couch feel to you? Comfortable?"
"Not very!" I said.
"Well, what sort of a father would I be if I let you sleep there, while I had a comfortable bed, eh?"
"Oh Daddy! But you won't be comfortable here either!"
"Oh, that doesn't matter" said Dad. "Parents are always making sacrifices for their children. It's just what we do!"
We argued about it, but I could see it was no use. In the end, to keep the peace, I agreed. His mind was made up.
After dinner, which I proudly made all by myself, I cleared the dishes away and washed up, emptying the remaining spaghetti into the bin, while Daddy rang Mum to let her know I'd be home tomorrow. Then I curled up to Daddy on the couch, and watched TV with his arm around me and my hand on his thigh. The couch was great for sitting on, just no good for lying on.
When we were tired I climbed into the bed in his bedroom, and he curled up on the couch in the lounge room. I had no nightie on because I hadn't expected to stay. But there was no problem with that; every day we had seen each other nude when he and Mum were together.
I sat up with my knees bent and my arms around my lower legs. From where I was sitting I could see him by the light of the moon, tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. I could also see the huge space next to me, because the bed was easily big enough for two.
I said out loud "Oh, this is ridiculous!" Then I got out of bed, marched over to where he lay and said "Dad, come with me!" Then I took him by the hand, and led him to the bed. I said "We're both sleeping in the bed, Dad! There's plenty of room for two!"
He said "B-but aren't you worried that.. er.. there might be some.. er.. sexual temptation if we sleep together?"
I said "Don't worry Dad, I'll try to keep my hands off you! Ha ha ha!"
He chuckled and we got into bed together. He turned his back to me. The smell of his skin, which I had missed so much, wafted over me, bathing me in all my feelings of love for him.
You know, it's quite different, lying naked next to someone you love. It's different from sitting up on the couch, clothed, with your arms around him. They say little girls don't feel sexual towards their fathers, but I was feeling it so strongly I started to gently stroke the skin on either side of my clitoris.
Oh, I wanted him so bad. All the difficulties I'd had at home just made me want him more. I cuddled up to him and wrapped my arm around him, feeling our nakedness. I slowly stroked my clitoris with my other hand, and started to drift off to sleep. I was awoken by a tiny gentle rocking in the bed next to me. I must have been asleep only a minute or two. Daddy was masturbating!
I stretched my hand down towards his penis, touching it with the back of my hand. I could tell he had been making gentle strokes along his penis with his hand. But when I touched his penis with the back of my hand he stopped. He was letting me touch it! He was letting my hand stay there!
I wrapped my little hand around his big penis and continued the stroking movement for him. He placed his hand gently on my arm, accepting me. Then he turned onto his back, and I continued stroking. We kissed, our tongues softly sliding against each other.
I couldn't believe how fast it was all happening! One minute we were our normal selves, just father and daughter, then the next minute, just because we were lying in bed together naked, all of the love we felt for each other just came tumbling out in an uninhibited act of intimate love. Some invisible wall that had kept us apart had come tumbling down!
I realised, for the first time in my life, that I wanted that man inside me! I didn't think that he would want me to, but here he was, letting me stroke his penis! I had been getting the sticky-wet feeling in my vagina, but now I could feel the wetness around the outside of my vagina as well, and my mounting excitement. I wondered how far he would let me go. Would he try to stop me if I climbed on top of him?
The thought of his penis being inside me was just too good to resist. All I could feel was my need for him to go further, further than I had ever dared. The feeling bubbled up into my voice, and I found myself saying, with a little-girl tone, "Please Daddy. Fuck me."
He said "Really?"
"Oh yes Daddy. Please!" My voice sounded urgent. I couldn't help it - I felt urgent!
"Are you sure you won't regret it later?"
"I'll regret it forever if you don't!" I said.
"So would I darling, so would I" he said, climbing on top of me.
Then he plunged inside me, breaking my hymen and surging forward into the depths of me, his balls bouncing against my butt. Again and again he pushed into me in a delicious movement, that made me feel the excitement and the magic of his love for me.
It wasn't long before we began to climax together, my vagina rippling up his penis in a squeezing caress, my softness caressing his hardness. I felt like a little baby in his arms again. I felt loved.
Then I felt a thought, thinking itself in my own mind, "Why are you my father, this time? Why not my husband?"
Then a deeper thought followed it "Because I wanted to look after you. My love for you is greater than a husband's".
Our climaxing slowed, and I felt his body relaxing on me, pinning me to the bed. I felt completely committed to our love. Permanently. I knew right then and there, that we would always be living together, not only in this life, but forever. He was my true love, my soulmate, and I belonged with him.
We both fell asleep in that position. When we woke up in the morning, we were still in that position. Although his penis was now soft, it hadn't flopped out of me. It was still inside me. And I was still
pinned to the bed. I felt a surge of love, pouring through my being. The fact that we had been in that position all night excited me.
Together we awoke, and together we got up. Together we walked to the shower, with our arms wrapped around each other, my head leaning against his side. Together we showered, soaping each other, happily playing like two kids. Then we dried each other, and we made breakfast, still in the nude.
While he was doing the dishes I rang Mum, full of calm inner strength and the certainty that I would not be going home to her again to live, only to visit. And the visit wouldn't be for a while, because I'd have to give her time to adjust to the new arrangement. I hadn't talked it over with Dad, but I knew I didn't have to, since we had made love.
I explained to Mum that I belonged here. She tried her level best to talk me out of it. When that failed she wanted me to meet her and "talk about it". I said there's nothing to talk about, because there was nothing she could do or say to make me change my mind. I just didn't belong in that home, with those people, and I was perfectly happy here with Daddy.
I looked at Daddy. He looked thrilled and excited! I winked at him. Mum tried persuading me to at least come home and pick up my stuff. I said not until I felt certain that she had given up trying to persuade me. Maybe in a month. Then she tried asking me to put my father on. I said it's not his decision, it's mine, and besides, I hadn't discussed it with him yet, which was truthful.
She kept trying to get me to put him on. I lay back on the couch and spread my legs, beckoning Daddy over. As he came over I pointed at my vagina. He crouched down and started sliding his tongue up and down my slit. Then I said "He's busy right now".
For the next day or so Mum called us back a few times trying to get some sense out of us, then she gave up. I got a job as an apprentice kitchen hand, after school, hoping to earn a little extra to help Daddy make ends meet. I also began to make coffee tables, on the weekends, and sell them at the markets.
I found I had a real flair for cooking. I developed an unerring sense of how much of each ingredient to put in to make each dish extra nice. It was mostly close to the written recipe, but just a little extra of one or two ingredients to give it a perfectly balanced flavor.
Daddy got a promotion and we got a bigger place. The reason we needed a bigger place was because Daddy and I are having a baby! Dad said we should tell Mum, but I decided we should tell her only after the baby is born. I wouldn't want to upset her while she's going through her second divorce!
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