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I had just turned 18 and was helping clean up for a big birthday party my dad was throwing for me. I saw my mom drunkenly laughing with a male neighbor in an indecently low-cut dress that revealed the new cleavage his dad had bought her. I glanced over the dwindling crowd and saw my dad taking out trash in the backyard while he kept an eye on my mom and the neighbors, I shook my head and sighed;
Dad and I were inseparable until my mom flashed my breasts when I was 14.
No more sitting on his lap, no more kissing on the lips, no more squeezing and hugging.
My mom is a bitch and I hate her stupid drunkenness.
Speaking of which… I ran upstairs to check on my drunk best friend. I found her passed out cold on my bed with my toothbrush in her hand, I sighed and shook my head. It wasn’t the first time she did that, but never when my parents were home. I can’t tell my mom she’s here or that she’s drunk, otherwise I’ll never be allowed to hang out with her again. I took off her shoes and covered her with my extra blanket before going downstairs to finish cleaning, I looked around and saw that more guests had already left;
I appreciate it. I’m tired
“Happy birthday, Sunshine.”
I turned to Dad and smiled. “Thanks Dad.”
“Today is your official birthday,” he said, and he stood behind me, pulling my back against his front and placing his hand on my shoulders to show me his watch. “It’s after midnight,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath flowing down my sensitive neck, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin, I felt it as I shivered against him, my pussy clenching. “Happy birthday to you…”
I smiled broadly as he sang the whole song for me, pressing myself closer to him, his soft cock nestled between my butt cheeks as his free arms wrapped around me, his hand resting on my collarbone just above my chest. I wanted to reach forward and place his hands on my aching nipples, which were hard and hungry. But I don’t feel like it. I shouldn’t. I can’t. I laughed when he kissed the back of my head and was just about to thank him again when I heard my mother’s high-pitched voice.
“Don’t you think she’s grown a little now that you’re holding her like that, Charleston?” she asked, clenching her fists on her hips and glaring at us. “You shouldn’t have touched her like that, and she shouldn’t have climbed on top of you like that!” she yelled loud enough for the few guests left in the backyard to hear and see what was going on.
“Stop being disgusting, Luna!” He backed away, but his words lingered. He let go of my hand and took a step away from me, depriving me of his warmth and coolness, I’m pretty sure I felt arousal too before my bitch put those flames out; “I was just wishing him a happy birthday in private. Why do you have to make everything so… vulgar?” He asked, shaking his head as he approached her, only to huff and sniffle. “You are…” He took another breath and glared. “Are you drunk , Luna?”
I sighed as I felt the tension in the room and I hurried to the backyard just as the argument broke out. My mother was a “recovering” alcoholic, and my father’s relapse into drinking was a social rite of passage. I quickly closed the glass door and turned to the last guest. “Thank you all so much for coming.” I said and told them to leave quickly. I heard things being broken in the house and saw people looking in curiously. I moved to block their view and smiled brightly. “You can leave the trash on the table. Dad and I will pick it up. Thanks again,” I said, and opened the side exit door, Vanna White style, so they could leave.
I quickly closed the door behind the last guest and ran to the back door, where I heard screams as I went in. I sighed and closed the door and locked it behind me. I heard my mother tell my father that she was being too hard on him about drinking beer, then I heard my father yell that he wouldn’t stay for a beer, and I ran to the front door and closed it.
When I went upstairs they were still arguing. In the shadow of the second landing, I sat facing the wall, Indian style, listening to the war of the world raging in the living room, hatred for my mother boiling deep in my stomach. I always hated her and now, on my birthday, she ruined my special day by drinking? I hate her so much.
“Why do you treat me like a child and treat our child like a queen?”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. My mother’s favorite accusation when she was drunk.
“You left Shay outside!” my father growled.
My mother laughed. “Ah, well.” She scoffed bitterly. “We ca n’t speak ill of your precious sunshine !” she cursed angrily, her eyes burning with hatred. “We can’t say anything negative about Daddy’s sweet little girl, his sweet little princess.”
“I thought she was the queen. Make your own decision.”
I snorted and covered my mouth, though I was sure they didn’t hear me.
“Don’t laugh at me!” my mother screamed.
“Okay, stop joking around. You know I love you both. Your drinking is—”
“Drinking is my hobby!” she growled, and then I saw her shadow walk down the stairs, indicating she was headed for the door. “If I want to drink my ass off in a dozen bars, that’s what I’m going to do!”
I gasped, then turned and sprinted down the stairs. “Mom!” I yelled when I reached the bottom step, staring at her with wide eyes. “Don’t drive!” I begged her; I may hate her, but that doesn’t mean I want anything to happen to her. “You can’t drive like that.”
She laughed maniacally. “There she is. The princess. No! The queen . ”
“Please, Mom,” I whispered when she looked at me angrily.
“Luna…” Dad growled warningly, he was a total spy at that moment.
“Why do you call her Sunshine?” my mom asked, grabbing her purse. “Why?” she asked again, then hiccupped. “Luna means moon, you know… I’m the light you need!” she said before opening the door and walking out.
“Luna!” Dad yelled.
“Mom!” I screamed.
However, her car had a remote starter and by the time we got to the door, she was already driving down the driveway. She didn’t even turn on the lights as she drove through the neighborhood, her tires made a loud noise, and a few house lights came on as people looked out their windows.
Dad cursed and picked up his phone as I closed and locked the door.
“Dad, you can’t,” I pleaded, but he was already on the phone.
“I’m Detective Sorey…I need to speak to the shift leader please.”
“Dad, you can’t do this, he’ll be arrested!”
He sighed. “I have no choice, honey. If she kills someone…” he said, then got back to the point. “Boss, Surel, I need something,” he said, and walked away, telling her how my mother had been driving drunk, and giving her all the details of the car and the name of our local bar.
I gave up on the night and went to shower. Once I was clean, I put on my pajamas and checked on my best friend. I tried to push her onto the bed to make room, but she was already heavy and snoring like a tiger at the zoo. I rolled my eyes, sighed, and decided to clean the living room first and wait for news from my mom. There was a sofa bed under the mess. As I walked into the hall and walked downstairs, I heard the sound of Dad’s shower.
After a few minutes, Dad joined me. “What are you doing?”
I tied up the newly filled garbage bag until it ripped, tossed it toward the front door, and grabbed the next empty garbage bag. “Clean this up,” I said, shaking the bag open and reaching a hand toward the pile of plastic cups and ribbons. “Any news about Mom? Did they find her?”
Dad picked up a pile of trash and walked toward me. He was wearing only basketball shorts, a muscular chest and no hair. He was dark skinned from the top of his black-haired head to the bare soles of his feet and was in the best shape for his age.
I felt my stomach tighten and my virgin pussy get wet. I took a sharp breath and widened my eyes. I started seeing my dad as a sexual being when I was about 15, but never thought of acting on it . But I keep looking at him all the time, especially when my friends keep telling me how attractive he is. Even my best friend who slept upstairs was curious to know what my dad was wearing in his police uniform besides the gun; my eyes automatically went to the outline of his penis, which was swinging freely under his shorts;
“They haven’t seen her car drive by yet,” he confirmed with a sigh before tossing the trash from his arm into my open bag. When the straps of my nightgown fell off my shoulders, he reached up and slid it back into place, then he pinched the fabric between his thumb and forefinger. “This is nice. Is it new?”
I glanced at the tiny pajamas I had bought for my eighteenth birthday; I had bought my first “big girl” pajamas; “yes,” I replied, and swallowed hard as I watched Dad examine the tiny bit of satin. It was a spaghetti-strap tank top style that came to mid-thigh, a light peach color that was just a shade or two lighter than our dark skin, the bodice hugged my firm breasts, and the white lace frame screamed, “Look at these babies!”
It’s as mature and pure as me, that’s why I bought it.
Daddy’s eyes fell on my breasts, which were hanging in front of my nightgown, without a bra, nipples tightening under his gaze. His eyes fell on my slender waist to the lace edge of my dress, which hung loosely on my thighs, his hands loosened the straps, and his knuckles brushed against the soft skin of my arms from shoulder to elbow.
I shivered, this touch was different than any we had shared before.
Dad’s eyes darkened, then he frowned and his eyes went between his legs.
My eyes followed him for a second before he turned away from me.
“Maybe you should go to bed. I’ll clean up.”
My eyes widened; I saw my dad’s erect penis before he turned away from me. “Papa–“
“Go back to sleep. If I hear it from your mother, I’ll wake you up.”
I crossed my arms over my chest to hide my pebbly nipples, my body responding to Daddy’s advances in a whole new way. “I can’t,” I told him, walking over to him. “Kenzie’s sleeping in my bed, not moving. She’s too heavy for me to move, so I’m cleaning the living room and clearing away the sofa bedding, my eyes returning to my father’s crotch.”
“Don’t look there!” he growled, his erection growing even stronger.
“Why not?” I asked and he turned away from me again. “Why can’t I watch it? I’m just 18.”
“I’m your father, Sunshine. This is unfair!”
“But you… look at me… hard . OK?” I challenged him, blushing.
“Sunshine, please,” he growled, hiding his arousal with his hands, though his back was still to me. “It doesn’t fit. None of them fit!” he growled, his eyes narrowed at his penis. He hasn’t done anything with his little daughter in years! Thought he was done…
“Who said that?” I asked, going close to him again and looking into his face.
“That’s what the law says, Sunshine,” he replied, his cock getting even harder when he saw my hardened nipples.
I smiled, hopefully sexy. “But you are the law , Dad.”
Dad’s eyes widened, then he shook his head, groaning. “You’re going to kill me, baby.”
I’ve never thought about it before, never thought about fucking my dad, but now? Now I kind of want it. “When was the last time you were with her, Daddy?” I asked him when my strap-on slipped off my shoulders again, exposing the top of my right tit. “When was the last time mommy allowed you to fuck her?” I asked him softly, moving closer to him.
“Cheyenne!” my father growled, eyes wide. “Don’t talk like that, and don’t ask questions like that. You need to go to bed. I don’t care what you do, just do it,” he ordered, extending his left hand, index finger pointing towards the stairs. “Now,” he growled when I walked quietly. “I mean it, Cheyenne,” he warned, narrowing his eyes.
I smiled, my nipples hardening as I walked toward him.
“Are you crazy?” he demanded and took a step back. “I’m your father , Cheyenne, and you’re absolutely incapable. Go to sleep now, or, so help me, I’ll-” his voice got softer as I moved closer to him. His cock grew even harder inside of me. He banged against the nearby wall.
“What would you do, Dad?” I asked, coming closer to him. “You would spank me? Is that why you’re so rough now?” I laughed, blushing, my eyes fixed on his thick bulge, his hands not big enough to hide from my searching eyes. “Does the thought of spanking my soft but firm buttocks with your hands make you more attracted to me, Dad?” panties “Dad, do you get excited at the thought of touching me? It turns me on…”
“Sunshine-” he said hoarsely, eyes wide open.
I complained about the nickname. “I like it when you call me that, Daddy…”
“This is wrong, baby… so wrong,” he groaned, pressing his knuckles into the wet crotch of my panties. “Sunshine, please. I’m your father. You’re my daughter. This is very, very wrong. Go to bed and we’ll pretend this never happened.”
I moaned, rubbing my panty-clad pussy against his knuckles, my right hand reaching up to caress his face. “Nothing feels wrong, Daddy,” I assured him, running my hands through his cropped hair and tracing my nails across his scalp. He had always loved it when I did this before and it gave me chills in return. I saw goosebumps rise on his skin and felt his hands shake as his cock throbbed beneath them. “You know I’m right, Daddy… you know it feels good, now I know what I want to do for my birthday.”
Dad’s eyes widened; six months ago, on my 18th birthday , he gave me the chance to do anything I wanted, and when I decided all I had to do was tell him, and he promised me he would make it happen. He even swore, placing one hand on his chest and raising the other. He swallowed hard as the conversation echoed in his mind. “Sunshine…” he whispered, his heart beating faster as he examined my face. “We can’t.”
“You promised me, Dad.” I yelled, looking him in the eye. “I swear to you.”
“Not this!” he yelled as I pressed my body fully against his. “This is wrong!”
“Who said that, Daddy?” I replied, scraping my nails against his scalp again. “I’m 18 now. As far as the law is concerned, I’m an adult, okay? That makes me responsible for my own decisions,” I said matter-of-factly, licking my lips, standing up on tiptoes and licking my lower lip. “I want to sleep with you, Daddy. I want to give you my virginity. That’s all I want for my birthday, Daddy, and you promised me you’d make it happen. You swore it.”
“We can’t , Shion,” he groaned, but he leaned down, making it easier for my tongue to brush over his lower lip again. As I moaned for him, he sucked my tongue into his mouth, bit the tip, and pulled back to look deep into my eyes. “This is so wrong,” he whispered, removing his hands from his cock and grabbing my waist. He pulled my body closer to his, his cock pressing against my throbbing, hungry pussy. “Big mistake,” he whispered, but then he lowered his head and pressed his mouth against mine.
When his lips touched mine for the first time, I took in a sharp breath and moaned.
The home phone rang, and we both jumped.
Dad took a step back and stared at me with wide eyes. “Now go to sleep,” he growled, then walked away from me and hurried to the house phone in the kitchen. “Now, Cheyenne. I won’t make you tell again.” He said in an angry tone and pulled the wireless phone off the wall. “Yes, hello?” he growled angrily, staring at me. He pointed to the stairs.
My eyes swelled with anger as I ran upstairs. I walked to the bedroom door and tried to close it, but the sound of snoring interrupted my movement. I turned and stared at my bed, saw my drunk best friend lying on it, and lunged towards him, fully intending to push him to the floor, but I was stunned when an idea came into my mind. I almost smiled evilly at my thoughts.
Dad said go to sleep.
But he didn’t specify my bed , did he?
I smiled, looked at my friend, tucked him in, then carefully closed the door and tiptoed down the hall to my parents’ bedroom. I walked into the room and looked around; there were subtle hints of my father in the decor, but it was primarily my mother’s place. I snored disdainfully, then shut my mouth, looked out into the dark hallway and went to bed. I could smell Dad on the pillows as I lay down, the cool sheets thrilling my warm body, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard Dad cursing downstairs.
I slipped my right hand into my panties and stroked my aching clitoris with the pads of my index and middle fingers. I couldn’t remember the last time my pussy was this wet and needed my daddy; I moaned, clenching my clit hard, and licking my lips as I inhaled his scent from the pillow. “I need you so much, Daddy…” I moaned, stroking my clit faster while pinching my nipple with my other hand. I pushed my hips up against my fingers, my orgasm approaching in a wave of heat. But I didn’t want to cum on my fingers. I wanted to cum for my dad…
******
Charleston got off the phone, frustrated with his wife. He couldn’t believe she attacked a policeman during a traffic stop and then fled before he could stand up; drunk driving was bad enough, but she shot a male policeman in the groin and escaped arrest, it wasn’t easy to catch her; lock her up. “Damn it, Luna!” he growled, carefully checking all the locks and turning off all the lights. He had finished his work for today and he would be responsible for cleaning up tomorrow.
He went up the stairs and stopped at his daughter’s bedroom door. As he thought about her soft skin, her full lips that he had just tasted, and her virgin pussy, his swollen cock immediately became fully erect. “A damn virgin …” he whispered, shaking his head, pressing his hand to her door and leaning forward to rest his forehead on the door. He couldn’t believe his daughter was a virgin, or that he wanted one.
His cock was throbbing and he reached for it, stroked it once and then jumped up when loud snores echoed through his bedroom. He let go of his cock, disappointed with himself and walked towards his bedroom. He turned around numbly and closed the door. The policeman’s instincts told him he wasn’t alone. He reached for the light switch and turned towards the bed when his breath stopped.
I bit my bottom lip as Dad’s eyes fell on me; I lowered one side of the corset to free one breast so I could squeeze it while my other hand masturbated my pussy. I licked my lips and moaned, arching upward as my pussy became creamy with need. I locked my hungry eyes with my Dad’s and looked down to see his cock standing like a hard tent in his shorts. I smiled.
“Little girl, you’re playing with fire.” Dad warned me, and I smiled even more.
“No, Daddy…” I said, lifting my hips and moaning again. “I’m playing with my pussy.”
It worked; he smiled.
I laughed and pinched my nipples again. “I need to cum, Daddy…”
