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I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted my 18-year-old vixen of a daughter, Trisha. With long red hair and a smile 3 parsecs wide, she could turn any man's head.
My wife had been away for the last week and would be gone for another week. She'd called this afternoon to check up on things. It was almost embarrassing how good Trisha had been to me during her mother's absence.
Trisha and her mother were very different from each other. I don't think I could imagine a mother-daughter relationship that was as radically opposite as the one that they shared. Her mother was cold and distant, while Trisha was a snuggly, cuddly little teddy bear.
If it was a choice between watching a chick flick with a glass of white wine or watching the game with a beer in her hands, Trisha would choose the game. She was always bubbly, friendly, and warm. The opposite of her mother in every respect.
So it was natural that we'd grown very close.
But there were lines I couldn't cross.
Like last night, when she was snuggling up to me on the sofa, she asked, "What would you like to do, Daddy? You can ask me anything."
Her warm body next to mine, her hand innocently on my lap, made me have very naughty thoughts. Thoughts that would have to stay private.
I'd had a few beers, so maybe my judgment was off. Or maybe it was just my little girl's effect on me, but I felt emboldened and told her what I really wanted.
"I want to feel your soft, young lips around my cock."
Trisha's eyes opened wide. "Oh, daddy!"
The moment I'd said it, I'd regretted it. "I'm sorry, Trisha, that was a bad joke. It's the beer. And you being so darn cute."
I could tell from her expression she was a little surprised. I didn't think I'd gone too far. We were always making dirty little jokes to each other.
She gave a naughty smile. "Oh, daddy, you are such a tease!" she laughed. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, "Well, I better get to bed, got to get up early tomorrow," she winked.
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