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Bridgette held me tight as she sobbed.
Her mother had left a few hours before, a final birthday present for our daughter as she turned sixteen. I couldn’t say I was sad to see her go, but I was sad for Bridgette.
As I held her, I stroked her dark, brunette hair and made gentle shushing noises, rocking her as I had so many times as she grew up. After a long few minutes, she pulled away and I could see her visibly change inside. Bridgette wiped away the tears and smiled up at me. “I love you daddy. Thank you for always being there for me.” Then she rose and left her bedroom where we had gone to deal with the news, back to her friends down stairs.
The next part was harder on me, I think. My wife had been wealthy by inheritance. We had been something of a Cinderella story in reverse. I worked at the local gym as a trainer and she had come in with friends. We hit it off and after a year we were married, much to the chagrin of her parents. They took years to come around, but that’s ultimately what began our decline. Once her parents were on board with me as a son-in-law, I didn’t represent rebellion against them to my wife any more. Stupid me had signed a pre-nup at her father’s insistence. I figured I had started with little so if it ended, I could always survive on little.
I never counted on Bridgette.
When Nina left, she took all the money, the house, the fancy car, everything with her. All we were left with was my old pickup and about ten thousand dollars I had saved up on my own. In the divorce, Nina had stated emphatically that she wanted nothing more to do with either of us. She’s always acted as if Bridgette had been a burden to her, but I didn’t. I loved our daughter and made sure she had all the attention a child could need, admittedly stealing some that should have gone to Nina. After Bridgette had been born, Nina demanded I get a vasectomy. She didn’t even want the child we had, much less any more.
Bridgette and I packed light. A single large suitcase apiece, a smaller case for toiletries and the like, and one extra suitcase for Bridgette’s couldn’t-leave-behind belongings. A few other things would be packed up and shipped to us, but no furniture save Bridgette’s queen-sized bed.
I was able to get my old job back and we soon had a one bedroom apartment. “I’m sorry, sweety. It’s all I can afford right now. But while I’m working, I’ll look for something better.”
Bridgette took my hands in hers. “Daddy, listen to me. I know things seem rough, but it's just stuff, okay? It doesn’t matter. I know you love me. You’ve always shown me that. I am happy.” She beamed that wonderful smile and all my fears melted away.
“Okay, but you get the bedroom. Make it yours however you want. I can sleep on the couch. I’ll just have to sneak in and use the bathroom from time to time. Okay?” The door to her room was on the far right. Coming in, the small closet was on the right and the bathroom all the way on the left side. It was a nice, large room - almost as large as the living room. My biggest concern was coming in every morning before work and waking her since I would be leaving before she woke most mornings.
Two months passed and we settled into a routine. We laughed and hung out, both of us loving geeky movies and video games. Ever comfortable around one another, the tight space only made us moreso. Especially that damned bathroom. It became too complicated to wait on each other to get done with whatever needed to be done. If I was sitting on the throne, she needed to brush her teeth or do her makeup to go out with her friends. If she was showering, and I needed to go pee, it was either avert my eyes and go or run all the way down to the office and hope it wasn’t being used by someone else. It did not help that the shower had a glass door and wall instead of a curtain.
About a week into our third month, I was taking a shower after work. After a particularly grueling session with some shitty clients, I needed to soak. Thankfully, our shower was a large, walk-in. It even had a padded seat just wide enough for one but with space on either side. The apartment used an old boiler system that was well maintained so showers could last forever and still be cheap.
I heard a clack on the sink and looked up to see Bridgette through the steam wearing only a bra and panties. She was putting on a bit of makeup. Tired and not really thinking about it, I just stared at her. Short, like her mother, Bridgette had that cute, not quite athletic build to her. Her curves were soft and rounded, especially her butt and her breasts. I mean, I had acknowledged in my mind that she was busty, but the combination and culmination of everything just hit me all at once.
I started to get hard.
Fuck! I looked away and started thinking desperately of Nina.
“Daddy,” Bridgette said, finishing up her makeup. “I’m going out with Marti and Haley. I’ll be home before eleven.”
I turned my head to look at her but kept my torso pointed away. “Uh, sure, sweety. Have fun!”
Bridgette was facing me directly and the bra and panties she wore were simple, innocent, and super cute. She preferred the wireless bras. Something about breast cancer. With a bounce and a little anime peace sign, she twirled away and was gone.
By that time I was as hard as a rock and nothing I thought about made it go down. Pissed at myself, and at Nina for putting me in this predicament, I turned the water off and dried myself off. Once I had made sure Bridgette was truly gone, I locked the apartment door and turned on the tv. I hadn’t bothered to dress and soon found an adult anime. It took about five minutes before I had made a huge mess.
Normally, my almost 9-inch cock would produce enough cum to catch and be done. But this exploded out of my hand, all over my cock, belly, and thighs as well as the floor. “Shit!” It had felt so good after months...no, years of no sex I had to come down off the high before I could clean it up.
Later that night, after Bridgette got home. Things returned to normal. We crossed paths occasionally, but never with one of us in the shower. Bridgette continued to wear loose, comfortable clothing, but I supposed that one afternoon had satisfied whatever latent incestual fantasies I had deep down.
It was a Thursday night, movie night for us together. With Halloween being the following week, Bridgette had chosen some third rate thriller that was more jump scare than gore. It had a surprisingly good mindbender at the end that sent chills up my normally calloused spine. Normally, we sat on opposite ends of the couch, but tonight, Bridgette ended up curled up next to me, clinging to me through the last third of the movie.
After it was over, we both had a laugh and she went to bed.
I woke to a terrible scream that came from the other room. In seconds, I had dashed into her room to see her sitting up and sobbing. “Sweety, what is it? Are you okay?”
Bridgette took a few deep breaths as she grew aware of her surroundings. Finally she relaxed. “Yes, daddy. It was just a nightmare. Shouldn’t have watched that movie I guess. Marti warned me.” She beamed a smile at me and laid back down.
I brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. “Okay. I’m in the next room. Get some sleep.” Then I rubbed my bleary eyes and groped my way in the dark back to the living room. For some reason, I couldn’t get back to sleep.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, maybe half an hour, when Bridgette spoke from the doorway. I fell off the couch when I jumped and she giggled. “Daddy, I can’t get to sleep. Will you come lay with me like you used to when I got scared?”
Not thinking about it too much, I nodded and followed her into the room wearing only boxers. She had a soft lamp on and I could see the outline of her body underneath a sheer, thigh-length nighty. It wasn’t enough to tell what she wore under it. I fumbled around to the other side of the bed, climbed under the covers and closed my eyes.
Bridgette rolled over to me and laid an arm over my chest. I thought she had fallen asleep and was about to doze off myself, when she spoke again, softly. “Daddy?”
“Yes, sweety?”
“The other day when I went out with Marti and Haley, did you...did you have special alone time in the living room?”
I froze, my body tense. How could she have known that?! I didn’t even know how to answer that question.
“I found a little bit of the mess you missed when you cleaned up. I guess there was a lot of cum?”
Fuck. I did not need to hear my little girl using words like ‘cum’. Slowly, I nodded. “I’m sorry you found that. I will try to be more discreet next time. Thanks for cleaning it up for me.”
“You’re welcome.” She said nothing after that and I thought she had fallen asleep. Her breathing had turned regular.
I began to drift off to sleep again, the slight hardon that had started at the word ‘cum’ was gone again.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Sweety?”
“Was it because you saw me in my underwear when you were in the shower that day?”
Stunned, I wracked my mind for a response that wouldn’t sound guilty. “No, sweety. You’re my daughter. I don’t think of you that way. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a beautiful young woman, and the guys are probably lining up to date you. But I just haven’t, you know, done anything in a long time. So I pulled up an adult anime and, er, relieved the pressure so to speak.”
She remained quiet for a bit, absorbing my words. Then patted my chest lightly, yawned, and went to sleep.
Soon, I followed.
The next morning, I missed my alarm which was in the other room. Bridgette heard it eventually and woke me. As I clawed my way back to consciousness, I realized two things. First, I had a huge morning wood, and second, Bridgette was staring at it. When she saw that I caught her, she giggled and shrugged. “I guess you really gotta go. Don’t be late!” She gave me a playful shove on the shoulder out of her bed.
I stumbled into the bathroom, peed, showered, and then made my way to the living room to get dressed. The only thought repeating in my mind was my daughter was staring at my hard on.
Halloween. I knew it was a time for adult women to dress slutty and get away with it, but teen girls had picked up on the trend as well. They wore what they could get away with. I let Bridgette talk me into letting her dress as Sailor Mars, a cute little school-girl outfit with a red theme. Marti and Hailey were going as Sailor Jupiter and Sailor Venus respectively.
I had somewhat forgotten about the previous week and went out with some buddies for a bachelor gaming event. I had a blast, but decided to head on home in case Bridgette locked herself out or something.
When I arrived, the apartment was already filled with the commotion of three teenage girls enjoying a sleepover. A scary anime, popcorn, and the three of them on the couch made me laugh.
"Hey," a shy Hailey said from the couch. It was followed by waves, a 'hello' and, "Hi, Daddy. Marti and Hailey are gonna spend the night, if that's okay? We got permission from their folks. The numbers are there on the counter if you want to call."
Turns out, I didn't need to. Marti's dad, a cheerful guy with a rich baritone and Hailey's single mom had both left messages on my phone. I just hadn't known the numbers and didn't pick up.
'Where is everyone gonna sleep?" I asked, half-joking.
"Oh, my bed's way big enough.'' And with that, they turned back to the movie. Their attention elsewhere, I took a closer glance at their evening attire. Marti and Hailey were both cheerleaders, but had adopted Bridgette immediately despite her not being on the team. Marti wore short pajama pants and a tight tank-top with no bra to hold her d-cup mocha breasts. Her frizzy hair had been let loose to bounce around all over the place. Hailey was even bustier, but she wore long pajama pants and a loose, short-sleeve top. It covered her lightly tanned skin and only teased at what lay beneath. Her golden hair was tied in a simple, loose ponytail.
Bridgette wore her typical pajama shorts and loose T.
I had a soda in the kitchen, but not long after I arrived, they shut the movie off and filed into the bedroom. I heard their giggles and shook my head. Soon I was changed for bed and lying on the couch. Instead of a movie, I fiddled with an RPG on my phone. That's how I overheard the conversation, though they kept their voices down.
"I didn't expect your nipples to be that light. They're darker than your skin, but not nearly as dark as I was expecting." That was my daughter's voice.
A shuffle of clothing. "Yeah, my dad is black, but my mom is half." The clothes rustled again. "Hailey's are the ones all the boys are talking about. Are those Es?"
"No!" Hailey objected. "They're Ds. Barely." She added at the last. The girls dissolved into laughter, then shushed each other. "Quiet, your dad will hear."
There was silence for a bit, then Bridgette spoke up. "He's probably asleep. I don't hear the tv."
The voices relaxed and grew slightly louder and more clear. "Speaking of your dad, tell us what happened!" Marti sounded half-teasing, half curious. I held my breath.
"Well, we had watched that movie you told me not to…" more giggles and 'I told you sos'. "Then after I went to sleep, I had a nightmare. I asked him to come sleep in my bed like when I was little and he did. But when he woke up, his...hard-on had made it through that little hole in the boxers in front. It was SO big!"
There were gasps and shushes and low murmuring so I didn't hear the next part. Then Marti's voice faded back to audible. "...bet my dad's is huge. You know what they say about black men." The girls collapsed into giggles and shushes again.
When they grew loud enough to hear, Hailey was speaking. "...walked in on them, his girlfriend's legs were around his face and she was sucking on his...thingy."
"Girl, it's okay to call it a dick or penis," Marti chuckled. "So, did your brother see you?"
"No, but his girlfriend did. I was in shock. They had forgotten to lock the door and so I was not expecting them to be doing...that. She looked right at me, winked, and kept right on sucking. I pulled the door closed quietly and ran."
Bridgette sounded, not mortified. She sounded eager. "What did your brother say?"
Hailey shifted. "Nothing. I don't think his girlfriend ever told him. I'm very grateful for that."
"So how big was he?" Marti seemed fascinated with size.
"It was...pretty big? I've only seen his, so I don't have anything to compare it to."
"That's it, I have to know how big my dad is now," Marti stated like she was going on some quest. The girls fell to giggles again then turned to less adult conversation about school.
I, frustratingly enough, had a raging hard on. I wasn't about to do anything about it, though, not in this small apartment with three sixteen year olds in the next room. I played my RPG till my dick went down then went to sleep.
My dreams were of a mocha-skinned cheerleader sneaking into her dad's bedroom to measure his cock. The ruler she had grabbed was just short of the whole length.
Thankfully, I woke before the girls.
Monday came and Bridgette left for school, but I decided to take the day off. I’d been feeling, I dunno, bleh, and so I took a day for myself. After breakfast, I hopped in the shower and just let the warm water wash through me. With no one home and a chance to unwind, I decided to set my phone up in the shower and watch some porn. I found a video of Alec Knight and Penny Pax pretending to be step-father and daughter and she asked him to teach her about anal sex.
My cock was hard as soon as he took his pants off and I knew where it was going. I stroked it for a long time, savoring the pleasure and building up a massive ejaculation. As the video ended, I closed my eyes and I felt it build to climax. The first shot hit the far wall with a thump and then the water with a splat. I shot another blast almost as much as the first.
“Hey, Daddy.”
I looked up. There was Bridgette, dressed for school, smiling at me with cock in hand. It was like I was a different person. I knew at that moment what Hailey’s brother’s girlfriend must have felt like when Hailey walked in on them. I stroked one last time and grunted. The stream of cum was bigger than the other two. It thudded against the fiberglass then ran down in a thick gob to the shower floor.
“I just forgot my ID. Pain in the butt to get around campus without it. Enjoy your day off!” She turned with a bounce and was gone.
How long had she been standing there, watching? My eyes were closed and I was in the moment. I had heard nothing.
That afternoon, when Bridgette got home from school, an unseasonably warm spell had hit. We both dressed for summer temperatures. I wore athletic shorts and a tank top and was already on the couch when she came home watching some random sports game on t.v. I didn’t dislike sports, but only watched them on occasion when Bridgette wasn’t home. She complained that she saw enough at school as a trainer, hanging out with the cheerleaders so preferred fantasy, anime, and the like when at home.
Bridgette plopped down on the couch in pajama shorts and a button down shirt with short sleeves. Instead of buttoning it, though, she had tied it loosely at the bottom. Sweat poured down both our faces, even with the air conditioning on. As she sat, I saw a little too much boob jiggling about because apparently bras were too hot. “Dad, can we watch something else? Basketball is kinda lame.”
“Hold up, it’s the start of the fourth quarter. I wanna see who wins.” I grinned, knowing I was just irritating her on purpose.
“Dad, we live in Virginia. There’s no way you care who wins between Arizona and Penn State.” She tried to swipe for the remote, but I had been expecting it and moved it away from her too fast. Narrowing her eyes at the challenge, she reached for it again. We played a game of cat and mouse, laughing the whole time. Bridgette almost won her prize when she started tickling me, but I endured, lifting the remote above and behind my head.
I was turned with one leg up on the couch by then. Out of reflex, or focused on the hunt, she jumped on my waist and reached over me to grab the remote. That’s when her boobs hung out of the shirt and just rubbed all over my face. I could smell her sweat, her flesh and had to close my eyes just to focus on the sensation. It lasted just a few seconds. However, I was distracted enough that I forgot to move the remote again and she grabbed it. With a triumphant squeal, she plopped back down on the other side of the couch, her boobs safely contained once more in her shirt. She switched to a superhero movie and gave me a quick “ha!” of triumph, completely unaware of what had happened.
Turns out, the hot weather was prelude to a massive cold front. Furthermore, we had been so hot because the central heating and cooling unit in the apartment had gone completely out. By the time I reported it, though, there was ten inches of snow on the ground and no way to get to our apartment immediately. School was cancelled for a few days and we survived by bundling up, snuggling on the couch, and eating too much pizza. Night was a whole other challenge.
Our couch was comfortable. I’d been sleeping well on it for months. In the frigid air, though, the cracks in the sofa pillows allowed cold underneath and I couldn’t quite tuck the blanket around me. I was miserable. Thankfully I wouldn’t have to go to work tomorrow.
“D-dad-d-ddy. I’m c-cold.” Bridgette’s voice was soft and pitiful from the other room.
“I’m coming.” I didn’t even ask. I just brought my pillow and blanket, wrapped the blanket over us as I wriggled up under hers and wrapped my arms around her. In moments, we had both stopped shivering and gone to sleep. Cold had that effect on us both it seemed. It was warm and comfortable and I was exhausted. With my arm wrapped around her waist, I had slept soundly.
That morning, my cock was pressing through my warmups against her ass which was backed right up against me. Worse, my hand was around her left breast. I removed it immediately and scooted back. Bridgette stirred, but remained asleep. Thankfully! Teeth chattering, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. It was then that I thanked whatever powers there were that the boiler was still working. I stayed in the hot shower, refusing to leave. I was a coward to face that cold, but I didn’t care. I just sat on the padded chair and let the hot water protect me from all harm.
Bridgette came in then, shivering, her teeth chattering like a squirrel on a favorite nut. “D-dad-dy. C-can I...c-can I come in there, too? It’s so cold out here.” She rubbed her hands up and down her arms trying to warm herself. It did not appear to be working.
“Uh, yeah, sweetheart. I’ll just stay here on the seat and keep my eyes closed. Come on in and take as long as you like. I might stay in here until summer.”
She laughed and started to disrobe.
I closed my eyes as fast as I could manage, but it was as if some force worked against them. Right before I saw nipple, I was finally able to look away. Bridgette didn’t seem to notice anything but the cold and quickly opened the door to the shower. A blast of air hit me so cold I thought I’d have shrinkage problems for the rest of my life. However, she closed it quickly and moaned in pleasure under the water.
I squeezed my eyes shut harder than I ever had before. This is not happening. This is not happening. Thankfully, Bridgette focused on the hot water, letting it cascade over her young body. I could hear her moving about, turning under the wide spray to make sure everything thawed. I know she’s seen things. She has to have feltTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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