Hunter’s Sexy Snippets

"Oh, daddy!"

That brought me to a screeching halt around three steps away from my daughter's bedroom door. It was the moan of a young woman exploring herself. Or, if I wanted to put it crudely, the noises of a young woman in the throes of masturbation and hoping an orgasm would arrive imminently.

It was 11pm on a weeknight. I always went to bed at the same time on a weeknight. And since she was a little girl, I always checked on my daughter before going to bed. When she was a little girl and her bedtime was earlier, she'd be fast asleep. I'd make sure she was tucked in, kiss her cheek, and leave the door open so a little light shone through. If she had nightmares, she knew exactly where to go, her parents' bed where daddy would keep her safe from the monsters.

As she got older, I still popped in to say goodnight. By the time she was a teenager, and we had relaxed until the time she had to go to bed, I'd find her awake most of the time, sometimes reading, sometimes on her phone, sometimes already asleep. But her face would always light up with a smile when I knocked and pushed the door wider.

"Daddy!" she'd exclaim happily, even during later teenage years. It was a ritual by this stage, my daughter eager for a hug and kiss from her father. I'd worried for years that eventually she'd close the door and not want that hug and a kiss any longer. But the door was ajar and that was her signal to me that she wanted that last bit of affection before she went to sleep.

My daughter knew I went to bed at the same time every night. It was three weeks since she'd turned eighteen. I wasn't stupid. I was more than aware she masturbated. All young men and women explored themselves. I didn't ask but knew there was a chance she was already sexually active. I didn't ask, she didn't tell. It was just another sign my little girl was now a young woman.

"Oh, Daddy!" she cried, "Oh, Daddy, please fuck me."

Leaning against the wall, I had to keep myself under control. Hearing my little girl moaning and crying out in such a manner was causing a reaction in my body I didn't want. I was getting hard. I should have turned around and just gone to bed, but my feet were stuck in cement, and there was that small part of me that did wonder what exactly she was doing to herself. Just her fingers? Had she bought sex toys? A dildo? A vibrator?

Shaking my head of those thoughts, I took another deep breath and was ready to take another step forward when she cried out again.

"Yes, Daddy!" she cried out, "Oh please cum in me, Daddy. Fill my hot little pussy with all your potent cum!"

Then she cried out and I think I heard my little girl have an orgasm not for the first time. The moan and whimpers coming from her room would have caused even an impotent man to achieve an erection. There was near silence for the next couple of minutes, willing my erection to go down, before I turned around and walked back half a dozen steps. Ensuring I was whistling, I knocked lightly on her door.

"Hey, sweetie," I said, pushing the open ever so slightly. She was lying back underneath her covers, her cheeks bright red and her forehead looking rather damp with sweat, "You okay, sweetie?"

"Just fine, Daddy. Feeling a little warm tonight."

I bet, is what I thought, considering the noises I'd just heard, and there was no missing her scent in her room. It was a scent I'd grown used to recently. This was just the first time she'd been so flagrant regarding her masturbation. Walking over to her bed, I sat on the edge as she sat up, her vest top hanging loose. She'd taken to wearing tops around the house that showed off her cleavage, as my daughter had been blessed with a pair of C-cup breasts, verging on D-cup. My wife, Erin, had given her grief for it since she'd started to develop. I also knew that she'd be wearing nothing more than panties, but had a brief thought, wondering if she was naked.

Hugging her tightly as always, she sighed happily as I kissed her cheek. "I love you, sweetheart," I whispered.

"I love you, Daddy." She leaned back and smiled. "You're not going to stop coming to say goodnight, are you?"

"Only if you want me to stop."

"Never. I love it when you come to say goodnight. You've been doing it for so long now, when you're occasionally away for work, I can't go to sleep." She paused, muttering, "Not like Mum would ever do anything for me."

I wasn't going to open that can of worms this late at night. I knew my daughter and my wife had been at loggerheads for years by now. What didn't help is that Erin, my supposedly loving wife, had grown increasingly cold towards me in the past couple of years. Whether it was jealousy of her daughter, or she was just tired or bored of our marriage, I still wasn't sure. I'd done my best to rekindle the flames of romance, but she just didn't seem interested.

Hugging her for a couple of minutes, I finally leaned back and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, Daddy. I love you."

"I love you, Olivia," I whispered back.

Before shutting the door, I gazed back at my daughter one last time. She'd already turned onto her side, but she was watching me go. Closing the door, I took a couple of steps before stopping and sighing, running a hand down my face. I was already wondering if we needed to have a conversation. One hell of an awkward conversation, but a conversation nonetheless.

Walking into the master bedroom, Erin was already turned to her side away from me. Whether she was asleep or not, I found myself not caring. She'd shown next to no interest in intimacy for months by now. Part of me thought she was cheating, and another part actually hoped she was. It would make what felt like the inevitable divorce almost easier on my conscience. Some other fool could put up with her shit. At least my daughter was eighteen and couldn't be taken from me now.

Heading to our ensuite bathroom, I was going to have a pee when I glanced down to see my cock was hard again. Almost laughing to myself, I closed my eyes and tried to picture my wife. I then shook those thoughts away, figuring that would just kill my erection.

"No... Don't..." I muttered to myself, "That's a whole can of worms you don't want to open..."

Willing my erection to go away, I finally managed to pee, washed my hands, and brushed my teeth, before heading to bed. I didn't even consider spooning with my wife, figuring I'd earn an elbow in the gut or an accusation of trying to start something. God forbid I would want to snuggle with my wife.

I found my dreams were rather vivid that night, and most involved beautiful women, somewhat like my daughter. Her face never appeared, but there was no doubt my imagination was working overtime. I woke up halfway through the night to find myself jerking off in my sleep. That hadn't occurred in a long time.

"Fuck it," I muttered to myself, getting out of bed, and heading to the ensuite bathroom again. Standing over the toilet, I jacked off to all the images I could remember and came harder than I had in what felt like years. "Oh fuck," I groaned, watching as I shot quite the load into the bowl.

Glancing into the mirror, I was surprised I didn't have a haunted, guilty look on my face. I simply felt lighter on my feet and relief that everything was in working order. I was approaching forty and the supposed drop in libido hadn't happened. If my wife wasn't such a cold bitch, I'd still be hoping to fuck her every night of the week.

Sliding back into bed, I dropped off straight away, and woke up feeling rather refreshed when my alarm went off. I showered and shaved first before getting dressed, my wife getting up while I was dressing to start getting ready herself. She would wish me 'Good morning' and that was about it.

Heading into the kitchen to ready myself some breakfast, Olivia skipped in looking fresh as a daisy. We were all early risers in the family. Erin and I started early, while Olivia always went with me as I would drop her at the train station. If she didn't have an early lecture, she'd go to the library to study. I think she just liked to spend as much time with her old man as possible.

"Morning, Daddy," she stated brightly, giving me a hug and kiss on my cheek, "Oooh, still keeping the stubble. Makes you look even more handsome, Daddy."

"Morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?"

"Like a rock, Daddy."

I usually had toast with a coffee for breakfast. My daughter had cereal, yoghurt, fruit and a mug of tea. She always had an appetite, something I loved to see, aware of all the issues young women faced regarding their body image, which made me wonder where she put it all, though I knew she attended the gym, as she'd sometimes go with me, and still played netball during the winter.

Her mother breezed in fifteen minutes later, poured herself a coffee into her travel mug, and barely laid a peck on my cheek before saying 'Goodbye', neither of us getting a word in before we heard the front door close.

"What a bitch!" my daughter exclaimed.

Raising my eyes to hers across the table, I remained silent for a few seconds. "She's your mother, Olivia."

"How do you put up with her, Daddy?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not blind, Daddy. I'm not deaf either. She shows you absolutely no love and affection nowadays. And she's been jealous of me since I was about fourteen." I had no retort to her second argument as I'd been of the same opinion. "Do you think she's cheating on you, Daddy?"

"No idea. I'm sure many would claim that the signs are there, but it could only be happening when she's at work. She doesn't come home later, no nights out with the girls, and those other little signs are not present. Honestly, I think she's just ready to get out and go."

"Would that upset you, Daddy?"

"Honestly, right now, I'd be glad to see the back of her. I still love her, but she hasn't made it easy the past eighteen months or more. I'm nearly forty and don't want to face another forty years with her if this is my future. I'd rather be single and lonely than married and lonely."

My daughter smiled at me sadly as I think the idea of me feeling lonely would upset her. Taking a sip of my coffee, she then dropped her bombshell. "Did you hear me masturbating last night, Daddy?" I almost choked then spat out the coffee in my mouth, coughing a few times as she giggled. "I planned it for the time you would come to say goodnight to me, Daddy. I was so hot and horny, thinking about you walking in to find me playing with my hot and tight little pussy." She paused and added softly, "Virgin pussy, just for my daddy."

"Olivia," I warned.

This wasn't the first time she'd teased me, but her mother was usually about, so she couldn't be as vocal. Now with her mother having disappeared early, she was going at me with both barrels. "Why didn't you walk in, Daddy? Were you all hard for me?"

Sighing, I laid my mug of coffee back on the table. "Olivia, you're my daughter. I'm a married man."

"Unhappily married..."

"I won't confirm that or not, but I'm still married. And most important, you are my daughter. I'm aware that many daughters do have crushes on their fathers. I'm the only man who has been in your life since the day you were born. I know you love me."

"More than you could imagine, Daddy," she whispered.

Reaching across the table to take her hand, she smiled and squeezed back. "Masturbation is healthy, sweetheart. Using your imagination isn't illegal. But I'm your father. Fantasy is one thing. Reality is something else."

Finishing my breakfast, I placed my plate and mug into the dishwasher, returning to my bedroom to collect my things. My daughter returned from her bedroom with her bag. I took note of what she was wearing, looking somewhat like a schoolgirl. White blouse. Black skirt. Knee-high socks. Black shoes. All she needed was pigtails and a lollipop...

Escorting her out to the car, I always opened the door for her, earning a soft kiss on my cheek, before I drove her to the nearby train station. "I might study late if you could pick me up on the way home?"

"Just shoot me a message and let me know what you're doing."

I found myself distracted during the day with everything going on at work. Working as a manager for one of the largest construction firms in the country, I was one of those who would still get his hands dirty. I hated being stuck in an office all day, and on days we were short-staffed, you'd find me out on the worksite, getting my hands dirty, working up a sweat. When I'd first started dating my wife, it had definitely been the physical attraction from her.

No idea why that attraction had faded. I was still the same tall, broad man I'd always been and kept the usual middle-aged spread at bay. Maybe she truly was bored with me after sixteen years of marriage.

Thinking of my marriage just pissed me off as I felt like I'd done nothing wrong, at least nothing major. I'd managed to keep friends and a social life, but I didn't go out and get drunk every week. Most of 'my' friends turned into 'our' friends as she'd been friendly with their wives. I did my fair share around the house. And I'd certainly been attentive regarding her needs and was definitely involved in raising our daughter.

Thinking of my daughter left me nothing but confused as I didn't feel equipped to deal with what was happening. All I knew was that nothing could ever happen as she was my daughter. But I had a bad feeling she was going to go all out to possibly seduce me. And considering I thought it possible my wife was cheating, I didn't want to stoop to her level.

Most importantly, she was my daughter and fathers didn't fuck their daughters. Although.... I guess the internet might tell me otherwise.

My daughter sent a text to me a couple of hours before I finished, asking for me to pick her up from the train station on my way home. Pulling up at the station, she was waiting for me, practically skipping to the car as she slid into the passenger seat, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "Thank you, Daddy," she stated softly.

"No worries. Dad's Taxi Service is available whenever you need it."

"Can we pick up some dinner on the way home?"

I gave it some thought before nodding. "Fuck it, why not? Any ideas?"

"Pizza!"

"Call that place we usually get them from. I don't mind waiting a few minutes."

As she put her call through, I thought about calling the wife and letting her know, but I figured she'd just bitch at me. Firstly, because it would give her something to bitch at me about. Secondly, because she'll know it was Olivia's idea, and that would just give her more ammunition.

Waiting for the pizzas outside the shop, I was leaning back against the car when Olivia stood in front of me, leaning back against my chest, ensuring my arms were wrapped around her. With my height of six-two, and my little girl barely five-four, she easily fit her head underneath my chin. Feeling her sigh, I leaned down and kissed her cheek. "You alright, sweetheart?"

"Just happy spending time with my daddy," she replied softly, turning to kiss my cheek in return.

I'd ordered three pizzas, aware the wife was probably at home, and it was unlikely she would have started preparing dinner. I'd tried to share the cooking with her, and when Olivia had been old enough, she'd loved to join me in the kitchen. As for my wife... Well, another example of the poor relationship between mother and daughter.

If it sounds like I've let it go, I've done my best to intervene. More than one argument with my wife had been about her attitude and treatment of our daughter. She insisted nothing was wrong with their relationship and she didn't appreciate me suggesting she was a bad parent. After a while, I didn't ignore it but tried to protect my daughter as best I could.

Arriving home a little later, Erin was sitting on the couch, and didn't look happy when I walked in with three pizzas. "Why did you buy those?"

"Olivia asked about dinner, and I bought them on the way home."

I heard her scoff though she followed Olivia and I into the kitchen. "Of course you did. Olivia snaps her fingers, and her daddy will do what she wants. I guess you picked her up from the station too." She turned to Olivia, who was getting plates from the cupboard. "She's perfectly capable of getting the bus home."

"I offered to pick her up, Erin," I stated, trying to prevent an argument.

Snatching the plate from Olivia, Erin sat at the opposite end of the table to me, with Olivia sitting to my left. "You baby her far too much, Andrew. She's eighteen years old and should be a fully functioning adult, not having to rely on her father to do everything for her."

"She's our daughter, Erin. Our role as parents didn't end the day that she turned eighteen. I wanted to buy her a car, considering she does have a driver's licence, but you didn't want to buy her a used car, forbidding your parents from doing it at the same time..."

Glancing at Olivia, she knew all this, but I recognised when she was hurting. Taking her hand, she returned such a lovely smile, it made my heart swell with my love for her in return. "Your father will always be here for you, Olivia. I promise." Erin scoffed and that just incensed me further. I slammed my palm on the table, Olivia jumped, and Erin glared at me. "Just what is your fucking problem, Erin?"

Throwing her pizza into the box, she looked at both of us with undisguised disdain. "She's eighteen and should be out of here already. There is no reason why she should still be living at home, rent-free..."

"She's studying, Erin. While she's still studying, she shouldn't have to pay rent. The minimal part-time work she does pays for her travel, her expenses for university, and maybe the occasional treat for herself."

She stood up and glared at me. "Our role as parents ended the day that she turned eighteen, Andrew. We've raised her. She's on her own now. It's sink or swim time. The fact she's relying on us still proves she needs to be shown the harsh realities of life."

I stood up and glared back. "Are you fucking serious right now, Erin? Our role as parents doesn't stop until the day we die. She is our child, and we should always be there for her. That's the whole point of being a parent. We don't turn off the taps just because she turned eighteen."

"She's an adult and should be treated like one."

"She will still be our child even when we're both in our nineties and she's in her seventies."

"You're being ridiculous, Andrew, and your continued coddling of our daughter is pathetic. If she wants to stay in our home, she should be paying rent at the least. Frankly, we should have put her out on her arse the day after her eighteenth."

Olivia burst into tears and ran out of the kitchen towards her bedroom. Seeing our daughter so upset merely incensed me further. "Are you fucking happy now, you miserable cow?" I roared, "I don't know what bug crawled up your arse and fucking died recently, but I'm getting really fucking tired of your attitude. Sort it out, Erin. Go to therapy. Talk to your parents. Or better yet, actually talk to your fucking husband instead of walking around with your entitled attitude. But I tell you one thing. You keep going at my daughter and you're going to find yourself thrown out on your arse. I'm tired of it and I won't let you hurt her anymore."She glared back at me, arms folded across her chest, but she remained silent. I picked up my box and threw it onto the counter. "Lost my fucking appetite," I muttered, picking up Olivia's box and carrying it through the house to her room.

Knocking lightly on the door, she would know it was me, finding her face down on her bed, sobbing into her pillow. Placing the pizza box down on the desk, I sat on the edge of her bed and stroked her back. "I hate her, Daddy," she murmured.

I could have argued, but after that last discussion, I wasn't in the frame of mind to defend Erin. Olivia sat up and turned to hug me, and I felt her calm down as I continued to stroke her back. "You'll always love me, Daddy?"

Hearing her sound so unsure broke my heart. "Until the day I die, sweetheart. Hand on heart. You're my little girl. The apple of my eye. You own my heart, Olivia. You earned it the very first time I held you in my arms."

"Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much."

"Love you just as much, sweetie."

Leaving my daughter to eat her pizza, I walked back out to the living room. No sign of my wife watching television, no sign of her in the kitchen. I found her in the bedroom, lying back on the bed, playing with her phone. I was almost tempted to ask who she was texting, perhaps making an unfounded accusation, but quite frankly, I was just tired of her.

"Are you proud of yourself making her cry?" She returned a withering look before returning her attention to the phone. "Why the hell are you such a cunt nowadays?"

That got her attention as she lowered her phone and glared at me. "What did you call me?"

"Well, I did call you a cunt, but I've just realised that, quite frankly, you lack the warmth and depth to have earned the name. What you are is an entitled narcissistic bitch. I've been married to you for sixteen years, and I'll be honest, I don't particularly want to live through a seventeenth if this is going to be the way you treat family members. I've mostly tried to keep the peace until now. No longer. You ever, ever talk to or about our daughter in such a manner again, you're out. Gone. I don't fucking care where you go. This is our daughter's home, and she will be remaining here until the day she's ready to leave."

She stood up on the other side of the bed. "You're choosing your daughter over your wife?"

"Wife? I don't think you've done anything to keep that title for at least eighteen months considering your attitude towards me. You give me nothing, Erin. Absolutely nothing. I would accuse you of cheating, because all the signs are there..."

"I'm not cheating on you," she stated rather indignantly.

We were both angry, breathing heavily, and I had a feeling if I stayed there, I would end up saying something I couldn't take back. If I was honest, calling her a cunt was well over the line, but if she thought I'd apologise, she would prove to be very disappointed.

"Honestly, I almost wish you were because it would give me the best reason to kick you out. You're not the woman I married. You're not the woman who raised our daughter with me until she was fourteen. You've turned into a cold, callous, uncaring, selfish..." I trailed off and sighed. "Look in the mirror, Erin, because I'm a proud father and I love our daughter. How you've treated our daughter for the past four years, and how you've treated me for at least the past eighteen months, speaks volumes about you, not us."

Leaving the bedroom, I heard her say absolutely nothing as I returned to the living room, opening a cabinet to retrieve a bottle of liquor and a glass as I needed a drink. Flicking on the television, I restricted myself to only a couple of drinks, thankful the anger slowly started to fade. I didn't feel any guilt but knew I'd been incredibly harsh with Erin, but it was simply the lid I'd kept in place on many thoughts and feelings. The valve needed to be released.

At 11pm, I wandered up the hallway towards my daughter's bedroom. There were no noises of her being naughty this time. Knocking and entering her room, she was curled up in a ball on her bed. Tissues were piled up on the bedside table. I felt my heart break again at seeing my little girl so upset.

Joining her on the bed, I laid behind her, feeling her scoot back against me. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered.

"You're my little girl, Olivia. This is your home."

"Why does she hate me so much, Daddy?"

"I don't know. I'm almost willing to suggest she's lost her mind, suffering some sort of mental health crisis." Cuddling her tighter, I kissed her cheek. "I might have some tough decisions to make in the next few weeks, sweetie. Just keep your head down and ignore her when you can. I'll fight fire with fire if necessary."

"Can you stay, Daddy?" she asked quietly.

"Part of me would love to because I know you're so upset, but that will just give more fuel to your mother. All it takes is one accusation, sweetie..."

I did join my wife in bed later that night. I could only assume she was fast asleep, though if she was lying there awake, I wasn't going to ask and wasn't interested in talking to her. I woke up the next morning and it was the usual routine. When she walked out to the kitchen after she was ready, she barely said a word, filling up her travel mug, before she was out the door, ensuring she slammed it.

"Fucking bitch," Olivia muttered.

The next couple of weeks, it calmed down around the house though relations were cold between mother and daughter, and also husband and wife. Erin barely said half a dozen words to Olivia, and our conversations were only ever about the house and bills. Genuine conversation, perhaps discussing marital issues? I don't think either of us were willing to make the first step. The best suggestion would have been counselling, but I think our relationship was broken and breaking down so badly, that I sat at work and figured even a marriage counsellor would eventually suggest we just go our separate ways.

After a couple of days, Olivia was back to her normal bubbly self, and she was back to teasing me. More than once, I'd be approaching her bedroom door at the usual time, and I could hear her masturbating. I knew what she was doing, and she wasn't silly either. She knew I could hear her, but there was a line that I wouldn't cross. Hearing her was one thing. Even watching her would be a step too far.

But hearing the love and desire as she moaned 'Daddy' all the time did make me feel better about myself. I mean, it proved at least one person in the household loved me. I don't think my wife and I had shared the three words 'I love you' in a number of months by now.

Arriving home with her on a Friday night a couple of weeks later, she disappeared to her room as I took a seat outside on the decking by the pool. My wife was in the living room, had glanced my way, and barely said a word before returning her attention to her phone.

"Daddy, do you want to go out tonight?" Olivia asked as she sat down next to me.

"Huh?"

"Let's go out for dinner and a drink. At least it'll get us out of this place."

"Are you sure you want to go out with your old father?"

"Old? You're thirty-nine, Daddy. And you're fit! My friends all think you're wonderful. And totally hot."

"Where do you want to go?"

"One of the nearby gastropubs. We can get both dinner and drinks there."

Glancing out over the backyard, knowing I had a few chores to do over the weekend, I finally glanced her way. "Go and get ready. We'll leave in half an hour."

"Thank you, Daddy!" she stated, leaning over to kiss my cheek.

After enjoying a thorough scrub in the shower, I slid on a pair of jeans, put on a nice shirt, some nice aftershave, and made sure I looked at least semi-decent while looking in the mirror. Waiting in the living room, sitting away from my wife, she glanced in my direction. "Where are you going?"

"Out with Olivia for dinner and drinks."

She scoffed. "Of course, you are."

"Erin, don't fucking start on me. You've shown no interest in me for months now and, frankly, I'm going to spend time with someone who actually wants to be around me."

To my surprise, she had no retort to that, simply returning her attention to her phone as I waited for Olivia to appear. I'm sure I could have taken her phone when she was asleep and checked it, but as I said, we were at that point where the marriage was almost dead. I doubt Olivia's leaving would resolve any of the major issues.

Olivia walked out and being impartial, looked sexy as hell with her little black dress, strapless, tight to her body, and she was wearing thigh-high stockings and heels. Carrying a small purse, she had earrings that I'd bought her when she was sixteen, and a necklace with a pendant that I knew held two small photos of me.

"When will you be home?" my wife asked.

"No idea," I replied, "We're going for dinner and drinks. Depends on where the night takes us."

"More than enough time to go out and see your boyfriend," Olivia added, almost smiling at her tone.

"I don't have a boyfriend," Erin growled, "I don't know where you're getting these stupid ideas..."

"Let me see your phone then," Olivia demanded, "You spend all your bloody time on it anyway."

"I'm not showing either of you my phone!" Erin exclaimed, "And you need to start showing me a little more respect, otherwise I will put you out."

"No, you won't, Erin," I warned, "This is her home, and you will not be kicking her out."

"Always choosing your daughter over me. Typical."

Sighing, I took Olivia by the hand and led her outside, waiting for the taxi to arrive. She cuddled into me, though I could sense she was smiling. One, because she was heading out with me, but two, I knew she was doing it on purpose, getting on her nerves more and more.

Arriving at the pub a few minutes later, we found a small table, Olivia waiting for me as I bought us some drinks. Glancing over the menu, my daughter couldn't stop smiling at me. I finally asked why she was so happy.

"I'm finally out on a date with my daddy," she whispered.

Leaning back, I glanced around for a moment before returning my eyes to her. "Hmmm. I guess you're right. Dinner and drinks, do you want to go out dancing too?"

"I know of some bars that'll play the sort of music you'll also like, Daddy."

The food was as good and as filling as you'd expect at a gastropub. Olivia enjoyed her meal, at least, but I think she enjoyed the three cocktails I bought her far more than the food. And maybe she liked the company most of all. Moving to the bar area, we had one more drink as she snuggled against me in one of the booths that I managed to get us. Whenever our eyes met, the smile was constant, and I was just glad to make my little girl happy.

There were no bars close by, so it was another journey in a taxi, Olivia providing the name and address of where she wanted to take me. It was a crowded place, but we would just be two more faces in the melting pot. She wanted another cocktail, so I switched to Jack and Coke, finding a high table with a couple of stools, needing to help my daughter up to sit comfortably.

As soon as a slow song started, she was dragging me onto the dancefloor, practically moulding her body into mine as I cuddled her in return. Head resting against my chest, I felt her fingers stroking my back in return. Sighing happily, we swayed through a couple of songs before returning to our table, noticing that she didn't let go of my hand. And I didn't mind.

A few men approached her, asking if she wanted to dance. The first couple were polite, taking her 'No' on the chin and walking away. The third glanced at me with a sneer. "Why the hell would you be here with this old man?"

"Because this old man has a big cock that rocks my world," my daughter retorted, "Now toddle off before I tell him that you're upsetting me. He doesn't like people who upset me."

When I stood up and he had to raise my eyes to meet mine, he turned tail and walked away. "Have nights like this when out with friends?" I asked, taking her hand in mine again.

"We're usually in a group so we can protect each other. Some men just won't take no for an answer."

Remaining in the bar until well after midnight, we were both nursing a buzz as we waited outside for a taxi, eventually managed to snag one that would take us home. Almost falling over as I opened the front door, we were both giggling away as we walked to the kitchen. Suggesting that she should have at least one glass of water, she took the offered glass before kissing my cheek. "I'm going to go masturbate now, Daddy," she said, probably louder than intended.

Following her to her bedroom, she placed the glass down next to her bed before lowering the zip of her dress, leaving her in her lingerie. Turning around to face me, I stood there, not saying a word, as she undid her bra, getting my first look at her breasts. At least the first look which wasn't by accident.

"Love my breasts, Daddy?" she breathed, holding one in each hand, making herself moan she was squeezing her nipples, "I think I have a great set of tits. All the boys loved it when I wore tight clothing."

"They're certainly perky."

"Because I'm eighteen and have always made sure I wear good bras, Daddy."

Then she lowered her panties, not surprised my little girl was completely smooth. I'd read enough that many young women seemed to go one of two ways. They are either completely shaved, or they prefer to leave it trimmed. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she kicked off her heels and lifted a leg to unroll one of her thigh-high stockings, getting an even better look at her pussy. The fact it was glistening with her excitement wasn't a surprise.

"Pick up my panties, Daddy," she suggested, "You'll feel how wet they are."

I wasn't drunk enough to do anything with her but was drunk enough to think that was an excellent suggestion. Bending over to pick them up, I smiled at how wet they were, holding them to my nose to inhale her sweet scent.

"Oh daddy, what do you think?"

"My little girl has one sweet little pussy."

Lying back on her bed, with her legs spread obscenely wide, she started to play with herself. "Will you stay and watch me play with myself, Daddy?"

"Part of me would love to, sweetheart. You know that. But the logical part of my brain is saying no."

Walking towards her, she sat up and hugged me, making sure she turned her head when I leaned in to kiss her cheek, making sure I kissed her on the lips instead. "You make me so horny, Daddy," she whispered, "When you're mowing tomorrow, don't wear a t-shirt and I'll apply cream all over you."

"You're a little tease," I growled.

"Only when it comes to my handsome daddy."

Kissing her cheek, I hugged her tightly. "I love you, Olivia."

"I love you so much, Daddy. I'm going to film and take pictures of me masturbating tonight. You might wake up to a nice surprise." Leaning back, I was going to suggest she not do that, but the eagerness in her eyes, the desire and almost desperation, made me nod in agreement. "Thank you, Daddy. You're going to love it."

Returning to my bedroom, Erin was asleep in bed. As horny as I was, I thought I'd have a little fun. Getting into bed in just my underwear, I had a raging boner as my little girl had turned me on far too much for my own liking. Poking my wife, wrapping my arms around her, she woke up rather quickly.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" she almost shouted.

"Trying to fuck my wife," I retorted, aware I probably slurred a bit.

She rolled over and pushed me away, turning on the lamp next to her side of the bed. "You're drunk," she stated.

"Yep. Well, more that I have a good buzz going, and I can still get hard, at least."

"If you think I'm going to fuck you..."

I managed to smile. "Therefore, tonight is no different to the last eighteen months then. Very well, I'll just go jerk off."

"What? You're going to masturbate?"

"How else do you think I've been relieving myself, Erin? I'm not going to walk around with aching balls just because you've decided you don't want to fuck your husband."

Getting out of bed, I grabbed my phone and staggered to the bathroom. Closing the door, I opened up one of my favourite video-sharing sites. Looking for one of my favourite clips, it was of a gorgeous young woman and an older man. Despite the fact it was porn, it had an emotional and romantic edge to it.

Made me think of Olivia while I stroked myself. I ensured the noise was turned up loud so Erin could hear it at the same time, and I'm sure she had plenty of thoughts when the girl was calling him 'Daddy'. It wasn't an incest scene, but I knew the whole 'Daddy' kink was popular.

After dumping my load in the bowl, I washed my hands and returned to bed with a grin on my face. "You're disgusting," Erin stated.

"Thank you. I'm guessing you must think sex is disgusting though I'm now convinced you're fucking someone else."

"I'm not cheating on you!" she screamed.

"Let me look at your phone then."

"Fuck you, Andrew. Just fuck you."

And with those words, she got up and left the bedroom with her pillows, slamming the door behind her. I laughed to myself before rolling onto my side and falling asleep almost straight away. Waking up the next morning, I had a bit of a headache but felt fine otherwise, heading out to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. As I had bacon and eggs sizzling away, I found my daughter on top of her bed stark naked. Shaking her gently, her eyes slowly opened, and I knew she was nursing more of a hangover than myself.

"Morning, Daddy," she mumbled.

"Got some breakfast cooking. You'll feel better for it, sweetie." I found her robe on the back of her door, resting it over her. "Come on, get up and we'll get some solids and liquids into you."

There was no sign of the wife, so Olivia and I enjoyed a peaceful breakfast. Once we'd cleaned up, I returned to my bedroom to put on shoes and the shorts I always wore when working outside. As I got started, my daughter wandered out wearing a bikini, carrying her phone and a bottle of sunscreen. After pulling the mower out of the shed, she approached me with the sunscreen. "Good to see you wearing a hat and sunnies, Daddy," she stated, "Now bend down so I can make sure you don't burn."

After she applied cream all over my back, I turned around and let her apply it to my chest as well. I didn't shave or wax, so I did have some hair, not my daughter seemed to mind. "Maybe you should do it naked, and I can cream up your cock too," she suggested. I couldn't help laughing before kissing her cheek.

"You go lie your pretty little butt down and soak in the sun."

"I've got some tanning oil, Daddy. Can you oil me up?"

"Sure."

She laid down and immediately undid the tie of her bikini top. Pouring some of the cold liquid onto her back earned a giggle before I gently started to rub it in. She gasped more than once. "Ooooh, Daddy, you've got some strong hands," she cooed.

Moving down her body, she reached back to ensure her bikini bottoms were between her cheeks. "These too?" I asked.

"All the way down to my feet, Daddy. Want a nice tan."

"Not going to go naked?"

She turned back and smiled. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Daddy? Your little girl showing off her sweet little pussy while you mowed the lawn."

Rolling over onto her back, her bikini top almost fell off to reveal her breasts. Kissing her cheek, she wrapped her arms around me. "Love you, sweetie," I whispered.

"Thank you for being so understanding, Daddy."

"You're my little girl. It's my role in your life to understand and support you, sweetie."

Mowing the backyard didn't take too long, then taking out the whipper-snipper and edger. I liked my lawn to look good. Heading out the front, I did the same thing, working up a good sweat. I figured out the wife had gone out as her car had disappeared. Explained the peace and quiet.Finishing up the mowing, I cleaned out the gardens both front and back, trimmed the hedges, and finally returned to my shed to grab my tools, knowing I had a couple of small jobs to do around the house. By the time I returned to my daughter, it was after midday, and she was half-asleep.

"Hungry, sweetheart?" I asked, crouching down next to her.

"Definitely hungry for something, Daddy," she replied.

"I mean food. I'm going to take a dip in the pool then prepare some lunch."

"I'll watch you. I'm enjoying all this fabulous sun."

I swam for around ten minutes to cool off before my daughter followed me inside. We didn't make anything more difficult than a couple of sandwiches, sitting outside on the decking. With no sign of the wife, and all the work I wanted complete, I headed inside to the living room to relax. Olivia joined me within half an hour, cuddling into my side as we watched an afternoon game of footy. She wasn't a particularly big fan, but she'd always watch with me to simply be around me.

There was still no sign of the wife as I ordered in dinner. As she hadn't called or messaged to let us know where and what she was doing, I only ordered for my daughter and myself. It was only at around 10pm that she walked in the door. I glanced her way with a smirk and returned my eyes to the television, Olivia still cuddled into me.

"Going to ask where I was all day?" she asked.

"I would suggest you were off fucking your boyfriend, but to be brutally honest, Erin, I don't really fucking care where you were. What I do know is that today has been incredibly peaceful."

Sitting on the armchair, she placed her handbag down and looked at us. "You really mean that, don't you?"

"Yes. Erin, you've made your feelings perfectly clear to our daughter and to me. If you want a divorce, just tell me and you can move out." Looking at her, I added, "That isn't a threat and it's not an ultimatum. But you won't talk to me about what your problem is, and I'm at the end of my tether. You decide what you want to do and just tell me."

The atmosphere around the house was so frosty the next morning, I had to get out, Olivia followed me as I got in my car and I drove us around for a few hours, eventually stopping for an ice cream. Neither of us said too much as I knew it was now a waiting game. Either my wife would finally open up about whatever her problem was, or she'd just walk away.

Returning home later afternoon, she was curled up on one of the armchairs, nursing a glass of wine, a half-empty bottle next to her. Looking up at us, her eyes were completely devoid of any emotion. She wasn't drunk, but it didn't look like she'd sat there angry, upset, or really anything.

"Hungry?" I asked, "I'll start dinner."

"Sure," she replied, looking away back at the television. With a sigh, I walked into the kitchen as my daughter wandered off to her room.

For the next week, my wife and I were similar to ships passing in the night. As for Olivia, she seemed to spend all her free time with me. Sure, she was on the phone constantly with her friends, but she was content snuggling up against me on the couch every night.

"What are you doing this weekend?" I asked Erin over dinner on Friday. I'd bought dinner on the way home.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I'm merely asking a question, Erin. I'm not interrogating you. I'm not going to make assumptions or make any accusations. It was a simple question."

"I haven't decided yet."

"Any chance we could actually sit down and talk about things?" I had no idea why I was offering an olive branch. I could see my daughter looking at me in surprise. In my mind, this was the last time it would be offered.

"There's nothing to talk about, Andrew. And if there are issues, I don't want to talk about them."

Olivia slammed her fist on the table. "Fucking hell, Mum. Daddy is throwing you a bone here, trying to save your dead-on-arrival marriage, and you don't even want to meet him halfway?"

"Why not?" I asked, unable to hold back my exasperation. It was time to end this charade, once and for all. "I want to ask what I've done wrong, but quite frankly, I don't think I've done anything wrong to earn this ire you have against me. I've been an attentive and loving husband, and I've done a bloody good job raising our daughter, worked hard to provide a house and a home for my family, and this is the thanks I'm getting from you."

She stood up and walked away from the table without a word. My daughter glared at me for a few seconds before her face softened as I think her young mind understood what I was trying to do and what just happened. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered, taking my hand in hers.

There was no sign of her that night and I wasn't going to go looking for her. I did hear my daughter masturbating as usual. This time, I knocked on her door, hearing her giggle as I opened the door. Thankfully, she closed her legs though she was stark naked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Having fun, sweetie?"

"Always, Daddy," she replied, sounding a little out of breath. Leaning down to kiss her, she didn't turn her cheek, and figuring I wasn't going to make an issue, I left a soft kiss on her lips. She smiled as I lifted my head and watched her face light up. "Kiss me again, Daddy," she whispered.

It wasn't a particularly appropriate kiss, barely lasting a couple of seconds, before I lifted my lips to kiss her forehead. "Enjoy yourself, Olivia," I whispered, "My little girl is all grown up."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay and watch, Daddy?"

"There's that part of me that thinks... I'd love nothing more than to see my little girl as the beautiful young woman she now is. But I'm still married, and I don't know if your mother is cheating on me. And the biggest thing is that I am your father."

"That's just what makes it so hot, Daddy," she whispered.

Returning to the master bedroom, I wasn't that surprised there was no sign of my wife. Tempted to walk to the guest room, I was lying back and eventually sighed, getting out of bed and walking to the bedroom door. Knocking lightly, she opened it and, for the first time I could remember, she looked visibly emotional.

"I'm going to sleep in here tonight," she said softly.

Sighing, I shook my head, not sure what to say. Even if we slept in the same bed, it wouldn't change anything. Even though our marriage seemed practically dead, I was still used to her presence in bed with me. "You can change your mind anytime you want, Erin."

"I'll be fine in here, Andrew."

Nodding at her statement, I turned and walked back to the master bedroom, getting into bed and falling asleep rather quickly. The surprise the next morning was waking up and finding Erin already dressed at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee. She raised her eyes to mine as I made a drink of my own.

"Are you going out today?" she asked.

"I don't have any plans. I'll see if Olivia wants to do something."

She sipped at her cup, noticing she was fidgeting far more than usual. "Can you go wake her up and meet me in the living room?"

I already knew what was coming. With nothing but a nod, I wandered down to my daughter's bedroom. Opening the door, she was covered by a sheet though I knew she was likely naked underneath. Running my fingers through her hair, her eyes slowly opened before her face lit up. "Morning, Daddy," she whispered.

"Morning, sweetheart. Your mother wants to talk to us. You'd better get up and dressed."

I waited as she rolled out of bed, Olivia not proving shy at all as she slid into a pair of panties before sliding on a vest top. I didn't miss the fact her nipples were hard. She knew I'd noticed and smiled at me. Taking her hand, I led her towards the living room, sitting side by side on the couch. I knew it was happening when I heard the rolling of suitcase wheels on the floor, and my wife appeared through the doorway.

The fact she looked quite upset surprised me. I didn't say anything, Olivia simply gripped my hand tighter and shuffled closer towards me.

"I need to go, Andrew," Erin said softly, "I need to get out of here. I've had enough of all this. I've done my job regarding our daughter, and although I love you, Andrew, I can't stand being in this marriage, in this house, surrounded by all this bullshit any longer. I'm moving in with my sister until I find a place of my own. When the time is right, you can apply for a divorce. I won't fight you on it nor request anything from you."

She didn't say anything as I stared at her in silence for at least half a minute. "Why?" I finally asked.

"I haven't met anyone, Andrew. I know neither of you believe me, but I've been faithful to you since the day we agreed we were exclusive, and I've never strayed during our marriage. But I can't do this anymore. I just need to go."

"Have you considered going in for therapy? Something isn't right with you, Erin. I've known that for months."

"I'll be happier living with my sister for the time being."

"If you go, Erin, I'm not having you back. You're walking out on your family here."

"I understand, Andrew, but I need to do this for my own peace of mind."

And with those words, she rolled her suitcases towards the front door. I got up and opened it for her, following her out to her car. Helping her place the suitcases into the boot of her car, I wasn't expecting her to break down crying. I didn't know whether to hug her or not, but when she turned and I saw the agony on her face, I held her to my chest until she calmed down. There was no apology nor explanation for her tears, but once she'd calmed down, she let me go and got into her car. Watching her reverse and then drive away, I was having trouble finding any sadness about the end of my marriage.

I'll be honest. It was a relief that it was finally over.

Heading back inside, I picked up my phone and called her sister. She confirmed Erin would be moving in, but when probing her about what was going on, even her sister seemed clueless. Funnily enough, she was friendly to me and didn't seem to blame me for anything. "Look after her, Claire," I stated, "She's clearly suffering from something but won't talk to me about it."

"I'll look after her, Andrew. I wouldn't expect her back. She was pretty adamant that your marriage was over."

"That's fine. She pretty much told me the same thing." I paused before asking, "Claire, is there someone else?"

"If there is, Andrew, she hasn't told me. I've always liked you, so if I learn anything, I'll be sure to let you know. You deserve that much."

"Thanks, Claire."

Hanging up, I grabbed myself a beer from the fridge, despite the early hour, and parked myself on the couch again, Olivia immediately cuddling into me as I sighed to myself. Neither of us said anything for at least an hour before I sighed, running a hand down my face. Getting to my feet, I knew Olivia was following me as I walked around the house, looking for signs of what Erin had taken with her. All her clothes were gone, as was her jewellery. Surprisingly, she had taken a photo or two with her, one being our wedding photo.

The first thing I did on Monday was visit my lawyer to get a separation agreement sorted. For those who are not aware, it is a legally binding document in New South Wales that describes how assets, property and finances are divided as I prepare to initiate a divorce when the time comes. As Olivia was eighteen, there wouldn't be any child support or custody arrangement. That would make our inevitable divorce much quicker.

Basically, I wanted our lives separated immediately, my lawyer stated that the paperwork would be sent off to her as soon as it was prepared, and they'd let me know when Erin had signed and returned it. Once she had, we'd have to be separated a year before I could apply for divorce. Thankfully, it could all be done online nowadays. No real need for any lawyers if we came to our own agreement.

I didn't feel any happier about the fact my marriage was over, but I had been preparing myself for the inevitable. I didn't think she'd actually just up and walk out on us, I thought we would have discussed a possible separation, maybe actually get her to agree to counselling.

Olivia was a constant presence when I was home, always sitting with me when I was relaxing, and the traditional 11pm goodnight continued as if nothing had changed. She scaled back on being naughty for the first few nights, but I changed things by getting onto the bed and cuddling her, Olivia loved to snuggle into me for a few minutes.

That Friday, I arrived home from work to find my daughter already dressed up. "I got home early because I'm taking you out, Daddy," she told me, "Go have a shower and get ready. Taxi will be here in half an hour."

Quickly hugging her, I left a soft kiss on her lips. "Lawyer called me today. Erin actually hand-delivered the separation agreement to the office. Signed it off as she agreed when she left. The only thing she wants to keep is her own bank account and her superannuation. I didn't want any of her money anyway."

"Does that mean divorce is inevitable, Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie. The separation agreement is signed and usually the first legal document on the way to divorce. I warned her I wasn't going to take her back. I haven't been happy in over a year. There was no apology when she left."

Getting showered and changed didn't take too long, Olivia getting to her feet and cuddling me when I appeared. "Oooh, handsome daddy," she stated, standing on her tiptoes, feeling her nose at my neck, "And very nice aftershave too."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm treating my daddy to a nice meal then we're going for dancing and drinks. And when we get home, I'm going to get naked and sleep in my daddy's bed for the first time."

I gave her a look, and as she gazed back at me, I couldn't stop the smile that formed. "Never going to give up, are you?"

"Not until you finally admit you want to be with me too, Daddy."

Caressing her cheek, her eyes closed but her face lit up as I leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Well, now that I'm legally separated, and divorce is inevitable, it's a case of whether I want to move on before it's official or not."

"I'm your daughter, Daddy. And as she's left you and made it perfectly clear that she wants a divorce, then I think it's perfectly fine for you to move on."

She'd selected a restaurant nearby that served fantastic steaks. Conversation flowed easily, avoiding the topic of my soon-to-be ex-wife. Heading to a different bar this time, we spent most of our time on the dancefloor, my daughter moulded into my body the entire time. The perfume she wore was of a scent she knew I loved. When one of my hands moved down to cup her arse, she lifted her eyes to mine.

"Naughty, Daddy," she whispered.

Leaving a soft kiss on her lips had her smiling even more. We only had a couple of drinks as were focused on dancing. By the time it hit midnight, she was ready to go home. Walking in the front door, we did enjoy a nightcap, pouring us each a glass of scotch as she took off her dress, cuddling next to me in just her lingerie.

"Go get your things, sweetie," I said once our glasses were empty.

"You mean that, Daddy?"

"You're only sleeping with me, but I've spent half of my life with someone in bed next to me. And I want my daughter next to me in bed." I met her eyes and ensured I looked serious. "Just to sleep, Olivia," I warned.

"For now, Daddy," she said, kissing me on the cheek, "Can I sleep naked?"

Sighing, I knew I'd give into the inevitable eventually, and there was a large part of me that did enjoy her teasing and flirting. She was young but so sexually self-confident, and I'd rather she was like that with me than some moronic young man at her university.

"I'd rather you were naked, sweetie."

"You mean that, Daddy?"

"You're beautiful, Olivia. And I don't need to lie to myself any longer. Every time I heard you masturbate and moan 'Daddy', you won't believe how much it turned me on."

Heading to my bedroom, I stripped down to my underwear and waited on top of the sheets, waiting for Olivia to return. She walked through the doorway wearing just her robe, sliding it off to reveal her lithe naked form. She knew my eyes lit up as she smiled at me, joining me on the bed as I turned onto my side to face her. Resting my hand on her hip, she shivered slightly as I knew, despite the outward confidence, she would also be nervous about making big steps.

Pulling her close, she wrapped her arms around me. "Finally got you, Daddy," she whispered, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, sweetie. It was never your fault."

"Can I masturbate before going to sleep, Daddy? I'm really horny."

"Of course you can, sweetie, and I'm going to watch."

"Will you join me, Daddy?"

"Not this time. I'm not ready to get naked with you just yet." Looking her up and down, I added, "New rule of the house is that you can be naked whenever you want."

"I'm going to take advantage of that rule, Daddy."

Watching Olivia masturbate was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. She moaned 'Daddy' every so often, but the moans and whimpers she released while fondling her pussy, clutching and squeezing her breasts and nipples, before she had two fingers buried deep in her pussy, her other hand manipulating her clit. When she enjoyed an orgasm, she cried out loudly.

"Another one, Daddy?" she whimpered.

"Go for as long as you want, sweetie."

"Hold me," she whispered, "Just hold me while I'm getting off."

Shuffling closer, I wrapped an arm around her as she slowed her movements down, turning her head and kissing me softly on the lips. Otherwise, she gazed into my eyes with nothing but love. I was aware that my daughter was in love with me. And part of me knew she was waiting for Erin to walk out on us. I won't say she was hoping it would happen, but she hadn't been blind to the deterioration of our relationship.

Kissing me again, I pulled her closer and slipped my tongue into her mouth for the first time. She whimpered and I felt her body shake as she enjoyed another orgasm, continuing our kiss as she stopped masturbating and wrapped her arms around me, resting a leg over mine and pressing her pussy against the tent in my underwear.

"Daddy's hard," she whispered upon breaking the kiss, "And you're a good kisser."

"How many boys..."

"None, Daddy. Only girls." Raising my eyebrows, she started to giggle. "We practised a lot."

Getting into bed, I laid on my back as always, wrapping an arm around Olivia as she snuggled into my side. She ran her fingers up and down my chest before she moved further down, first towards my navel, then further down. I gave her a look as her fingers eventually reached my underwear. She kissed my cheek before returning her hand to my chest, snuggling tighter.

"Goodnight, Daddy," she whispered.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

Waking the next morning, Olivia was spooned against me, one of my hands cupping her breasts, my cock hard and poking her in the back. She was still fast asleep, and I knew I'd wake her if I moved too much, so I cuddled into her a little more.

"Daddy," she murmured, figuring she might have woken for a moment.

Kissing her cheek, she giggled. "Morning, sweetheart. Are you okay?"

Rolling over to face me, she cuddled into my body, resting her head against my chest. "Best morning ever!"

Chuckling to myself, I kissed the top of her head. "One of your fantasies come true?"

"Daddy, I have so many fantasies about you, it will take months to get through them all." Lifting her head to kiss me softly on the lips, she whispered, "But all I really want is to make love with you."

Getting up for the day, we made breakfast together, with plenty of soft touches and kisses being exchanged. It was meant to be a warm day, suggesting we spend the day out by the pool, and if she wanted, she could even invite a couple of friends around. To say she was on the phone immediately isn't an understatement, begging me to take us shopping so we could collect things we'd need. I knew it also meant booze, and I'd be paying for everything, but I didn't mind at all. While strolling around, she was constantly holding my hand, or had both her arms wrapped around mine. More than one woman smiled in our direction, hopefully just noticing a young woman very much loving the time spent with her father.Her three friends arrived early afternoon with the sun still high in the sky and the temperature still slowly rising. It would until mid-afternoon. My daughter wore what I'd call a scandalous bikini, just about covering her nipples and a small portion of her breasts and covering her pussy but that was about it. Her friends made comments, all of them in bikinis but covering private areas a little more.

"Care to apply some cream to me, Daddy?" she teased.

All eyes were on me when I smiled and shrugged, sitting behind my daughter as I started to apply cream to her back, all the way down over her butt to her legs. Once I was done, I had three very eager invites to apply cream to her friends. She glanced at me and smiled, as the las thing I wanted to do was upset her, aware of how strong her love for me was.

The girls had a great afternoon mixing swimming and suntanning. I joined them in the pool, and my daughter wasn't shy in her affections in front of her friends. Nothing too risqué, but I was left with the feeling her friends were more than aware of her crush and love for me.

Sitting down to eat in the evening, still outside to take advantage of the cooling weather, the girls had started drinking wine earlier in the day, but I'd since started making cocktails, not minding if they got a buzz or quite drunk as I'd already been into the house to make sure the guest room was ready for them. I'd already warned Olivia that she couldn't sleep with me, so would have to share a bed with a friend.

I learned Olivia must have been quite honest as there were one or two revelations that must have been for my ears only. "I love teasing my daddy," Amelia stated. She was my daughter's oldest friend. She only lived a couple of streets away and had gone to pre-school together.

"Think he's going to give into temptation soon?" Grace asked. She'd been friends with my daughter since their first day at high school.

"I keep flashing him my tits and my pussy. He's always nursing an erection whenever I'm teasing him. He's been so sad since he broke up with his last girlfriend. I just want to make him happy," Amelia stated, sensing that seeing her own father struggling upset her greatly. Hell, I even empathised with her as Olivia was doing the same for me.

"I finally got my uncle to fuck me," Belinda told the table with a smile, "I was there under the guise of spending time with my nieces and nephews during his week and weekend of having them. As soon as they were all in bed, I made my move on him. He was rather quick to get into bed. I rode him hard and fast all night, letting him know he'd had my virginity." She paused and wiped her cheeks. "I love him so much. He's such a good man, and what his ex-wife has made him endure... He deserves my love."

"Do your parents know?" Olivia wondered.

"I think my father has an inkling something is going on, but as he's my mother's brother, I'm not sure he wants to get too involved. But he knows I'm spending a lot of time there, and I got home that same weekend with a smile he's probably never seen before. I think Mum would be happy that I'm looking after her brother."

"Have you fucked him since?" Grace asked.

"He's nervous about any possible relationship though I've assured him what we're doing is entirely legal." Her face broke into an enormous grin. "I'm going over to his place next weekend as he won't have the kids. He's taking me out on a date. I'm so excited!"

All the girls squealed and hugged her. I smiled at her. "You don't think it's weird, do you?" Olivia asked me.

"If it's legal, then no. And if her uncle and Belinda are consenting adults, in addition to the legalities, then who am I to judge? My only concern would be you're only eighteen..."

"He's thirty-two," Belinda explained, "He's a lot younger than my mother."

"While true, there is still an age gap, Belinda. The people around this table won't judge, but society at large? Your uncle will come in for a lot of scrutiny." Leaning across the table, I offered my hand, which she gratefully accepted. "But if you do truly love him..."

"I do," she whispered, "He's such a kind man, full of so much love to give, and I want to love him."

"Then treasure that love you share. Just prepare yourself for the somewhat inevitable fallout." Leaning back, I had all four girls smiling at me when I looked at Amelia, "So you're teasing your father?"

"He's lonely," Amelia stated softly, her face reflecting sadness, "Who better to show him love than his only daughter? I'd love to just be in his bed and hold him tightly, assure him he's not alone, that he is loved."

"But you want something more?"

Amelia glanced around. I didn't miss the nod from my daughter. "Yes," she replied simply.

"What about you, Grace? Any secrets to share?"

She smiled broadly. "My brother and I are in love, Andy," she replied, "He's the sweetest guy imaginable. He could seriously have any girl he could possibly want, but he wants no-one else other than his little sister. The first time we made love..."

"You've already been intimate?"

"He knew what I wanted for my birthday. For him to be my first."

"Do your parents know?"

The four girls started to laugh. "God no! They'd disown us in a red-hot minute. We're very careful around the house. We spend a lot of time elsewhere. Thankfully, he's working and saving for his own place. Once he's found one, I'll move in with him and he's going to support me while I'm studying."

Glancing around the table, I finally gazed at my daughter, who wilted slightly, aware I'd figured it all out. "I'm assuming Olivia has been honest with you three?" I finally asked.

"She's in love with you so much," Amelia replied.

"She just wants to make you happy," Belinda added.

"The only question we have is how much do you love her?" Grace asked.

I couldn't help smiling as the answer was easy. "Girls, Olivia has owned my heart since the day she was born. She knows that. Always had me wrapped around her finger. No request was too much for her daddy."

"Oh daddy!" she cried as she leapt from her chair into my arms. Wrapping her tightly, I kissed her head as she sobbed against my chest, glancing to see three other young women struggling to keep their emotions in check. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes," she sobbed, feeling her body shaking as I held her.

Damn near got to me, feeling my eyes misting over, blinking rapidly as I kissed the top of her head again. "Sweetheart, you clearly have no idea how much love I have for you," I whispered.

I waited until she calmed down before I helped sit her up, feeling her straddle my lap, cheeks a little red as it was obvious that she was a little embarrassed. Leaving a soft kiss on her lips, I stroked her cheek, her eyes closing as I loved the feeling of her soft skin at my fingertips.

"Girls, should we go home now?" Belinda whispered, to the amusement of all of us.

"No need to go home, girls. But... You've given me a lot to think about."

"I think it's good to share secrets," Amelia suggested, "It's easier on the soul. You know mine now, Andy. You know Belinda's and Grace's. I'm hoping it's okay if I one day know yours."

"Will you sleep with your father?" I had to ask.

"In a heartbeat, Andy. I love my daddy as much as Olivia loves you. He knows how much I want to sleep with him. He just needs to get past that part of his mind that still sees me as his little girl instead of a young woman who wants to enjoy sex with him too."

"Is this normal?" I wondered, "I mean family relationships?"

"Probably more common than you think," Belinda replied, "It's just, well, it's incest and not something talked about due to it being illegal. But the four of us share everything."

"Because they know, can I sleep with you tonight, Daddy?" Olivia asked, using that same voice she'd used on me for years whenever she wanted something.

"Girls?" I asked.

"We'll sleep together in the guest room," Amelia replied, "Olivia should sleep with the man she's in love with every night."

The girls eventually started to yawn as the alcohol took effect, eventually agreeing to tidy up and head to bed. After I'd loaded up the dishwasher, ready to switch on the next morning, her three friends all wanted a hug, thanking me for listening to them and not judging them for the relationships they had. As they disappeared to the other end of the house, Olivia took my hand and led me to my bedroom.

Closing the door, she stripped naked without hesitation before her hands moved to my t-shirt. Once that was off, her hands were immediately caressing my chest. "My daddy is so hot," she whispered,

Moving down to her knees, she hooked her fingers into my shorts and helped lower those, my semi-hard cock swinging, not missing the fact her eyes lit up. Gazing up at me, she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, barely able to hold back the groan. "I just wanted to feel it, Daddy," she whispered.

What she felt in a few short seconds was her father's cock growing as hard as possible. Meeting her eyes, she blushed slightly as she realised the size of my cock. Whether she watched porn or not, I wasn't sure, but Erin had loved my size, and I'd received compliments from women I'd slept with before her.

"Up on the bed, sweetheart," I whispered, "I want to see you too." She eagerly bounced up on the bed, spreading her legs as I positioned myself between them. "Play with yourself," I told her, "I want to see my little girl orgasm."

The fact she didn't hesitate only turned me on even more. She was turned on herself, her pussy already glistening as her fingers got to work, two fingers inside her as her other hand worked her clit. Leaning down over her, she opened her eyes and immediately leaned up to kiss me, whimpering into my mouth as I felt her shudder.

"Horny?" I asked.

"I would have laid back naked and had you fuck me in front of them if we were already doing it," she replied, "I've been wet all day, Daddy."

"Sweetheart... Would you like me to go down on you?" She couldn't answer me verbally, only biting her bottom lip, nodding eagerly and whimpering with delight. "Can you handle it?"

"God yes, please, Daddy!" she cried out.

I could have spent hours just teasing her, but I knew my little girl needed to orgasm. Leaving a soft kiss on her lips, I couldn't avoid those nipples crying out for attention, giving each of them a nibble and lick, earning loud moans, before kissing quickly down her toned body until I reached her pussy. She removed her fingers, offering those that had been inside her pussy to taste, before I spread her legs wider.

"Wow, sweetheart, you have a beautiful pussy," I whispered.

"Thank you, Daddy," she replied softly, "It's yours for life."

Moving in closer, I inhaled her scent and couldn't help groaning as it was nothing short of delightful. Olivia giggled as she knew what I was doing, finally leaving a long, slow lick up her slit. Having never had a man between her legs, she was watching me intently as I finally clasped my mouth and slowly got her off. She was ever so sensitive, pushing her pussy into my mouth, needing more and more of my tongue.

"Oh god, Daddy!" she cried out.

Wrapping a hand around one of her thighs, I took notice of her clit and slid a single finger inside her. She cried out again as I rather quickly found her special spot, and I could sense she was holding back her orgasm. Lifting my head, her eyes were gazing into mine, pleading with me to make her orgasm.

"Daddy," she whimpered.

"I love you, sweetheart," I whispered.

And with those last words, I figured out how she loved her clit played with within thirty seconds, and with my finger inside her, manipulating her special spot, she was writhing away, whimpering and begging for her daddy to make her orgasm. I could feel her tensing up, using her limited experience of masturbating to hold back, before she simply couldn't anymore and released.

Making my daughter orgasm for the first time was one of the greatest experiences of my life. She cried out so loudly that I knew her three friends would have heard. Her entire body tensed as her back arched, feeling her tight little pussy clamp around my finger, wondering how the hell she was going to accept my cock when we finally made love.

Not wanting to give her only one, I kept on going and she absolutely loved it, begging her daddy not to stop until she'd had enough. "Anything for my little girl," I whispered, noticing her loving gaze down into my eyes, "Just tap my head when you've had enough, sweetheart."

She enjoyed three more before I felt a very soft tap on the top of my head, immediately removing my mouth before slowing withdrawing my fingers. She was breathing deeply with a glazed look in her eyes, that sort of smile that suggested she'd loved every second but now had absolutely no energy for anything. Easily lifting her up, I ensured she was covered by the sheet and blanket before I joined her, cuddling her to my body as I felt her drift off almost immediately.

I woke to the feeling of something warm and wet around my cock the next morning. I knew exactly what was going on and who was doing it, content to lie back with my eyes closed to savour the feeling. She clearly lacked experience and technique, but I finally lifted the sheet away to see her gazing up at me so happily that my heart almost stopped.

"Morning, sweetheart," I whispered, "Making daddy happy?"

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to suck your big cock, Daddy." Then she paused, looking a little unsure. "Am... Am I doing it right?"

"You're wonderful, sweetheart. Just keep doing what you're doing. My advice? Don't try to swallow too much, always use your tongue, and use your hand for what you can't get in your mouth. No matter what, seeing my wonderful daughter blowing me is going to make me cum."

"I'll do this all the time for you, Daddy, to show how much I love you."

"And you'll want me to do what I did last night?"

"All the time, Daddy!" she exclaimed excitedly. I couldn't help smiling as I knew she'd loved every second. I now realised I'd do nearly anything for my little girl, to earn that smile.

She resumed sucking my cock, groaning as it was far too much. Erin hadn't sucked my cock in far too long, far longer than the death of our sex life. The fact it was my daughter blowing me simply heightened the experience, unable to tear my eyes from the sight as she was so eager to make her father happy. When I warned her that I was close, she looked up and I knew exactly what she was going to do.

"Are you sure, sweetheart? The taste might..."

"I'm swallowing your cum, Daddy!" she stated in that sort of tone women used that suggested their man just comply, "Now you just lie there and enjoy your little girl bringing you pleasure."

She swallowed my cum. It was the best orgasm I'd had in years. Honestly, it meant so much more because it was my beautiful daughter who ensured it happened. She used her tongue to ensure all my cum was cleaned up before she left a trail of soft kisses up my body before straddling my lap, feeling the heat of her pussy resting on my groin.

"Morning, Daddy," she stated brightly.

"Morning, Olivia. Did you enjoy that?"

"My god, Daddy! Why did..." She paused, contemplating her next words before she sighed, "I have no idea why she never wanted sex with you, Daddy. You clearly know how to please a woman, and I have no idea why so many women stop sucking off their man..."

"It's a question that's boggled the minds of men for centuries."

Cuddling her to my chest, she sighed contentedly as I stroked her back, not fazed by the fact we were both naked, and my cock could easily slide inside her with a rather easy movement of bodies. But she seemed happy to snuggle with me, and I wasn't going to complain. I loved just holding her in my arms. So soft. So gentle. Still my little girl in so many ways, but a woman in her own right at the same time.

"Hungry, Daddy?" she asked, "I would ask if you wanted my pussy again, but I'm hungry for food."

Putting on some clothes, we wandered out to the kitchen to start on breakfast before she woke up her friends. They all appeared a couple of minutes later. The fact all three of them blushed when glancing at me suggested they'd heard us the night before. Asking them to stand opposite me at the counter, I knew I was smiling.

"Thank you," I told the three of them sincerely, "Last night was..." I paused and had to think before I looked over the three of them again, "I can think of two or three great days. Last night was probably the best night of my life. I shared something wonderful with Olivia. I'm hoping you share with your father, brother and uncle what I shared with my daughter last night."

I quickly found myself wrapped in the bodies of four young women, my daughter crying, her three friends happy for her friend and her father. "Take a seat, girls. I'll make sure you're all fed before you go home."

Breakfast was a fun affair, full of laughter, but the one thing I would always remember is the way my daughter smiled and how she looked at me. My wife never looked at me with such love. The only other woman I could ever think of looking at me with such unconditional love would be my own mother. The idea of lying to her about my relationship with my daughter didn't bear thinking about.

Olivia hugged all three of her friends tightly before three young women gazed at me, their intentions clear on their faces, and I was soon being hugged tightly by the three of them. Watching them drive away, Olivia cuddled into my side, on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek, before making her laugh out loud as I easily picked her up and carried her in my arms inside.

It was a relaxing day, my daughter spent most of her time teasing me relentlessly, which I enjoyed quite a lot, as I teased her in return. By the time it was dark, we were snuggling together watching a movie, my daughter spooning back against me. She was naked, of course. I had an inkling that she was going to be naked quite often around me going forward.

I found the next week quite difficult as I spent most of the day at work waiting for the clock to reach quitting time so I could go home to my daughter. Many of my co-workers made mention of my better mood, not letting them know exactly what was going on in my home life, but they seemed aware something had changed.

"Daddy!" my daughter would cry every time I picked her up from the station as she slid into the passenger seat, laying a big, wet kiss on my cheek, "My panties are soaked, Daddy!"

"I got your pictures, sweetheart," I replied every day. She'd inundated me with selfies from the moment she had arrived at university, and when she had a break, the photos were incredibly suggestive if not downright pornographic at times.

Driving us home, her hand always rested on my thigh, her panties ending up sitting on the shifter, thankful I drove an automatic, so I didn't need to constantly change gear. By Friday, she slid off her sandals, her tiny feet on the dash as she played with her pussy. I couldn't exactly see it, but her scent filled the car, and I loved the noises she made.

Parking up that night, she turned towards me. "Daddy?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Are we going to make love this weekend?"

Turning towards her, I pulled her closer so I could kiss her. "Making love isn't something to plan, sweetheart. Just let it happen naturally. Have you enjoyed this week?"

"I've loved it. I never thought I'd have so many orgasms in only four days and nights."

"Then don't worry about making love, sweetheart. Making love isn't just about my cock inside your pussy."

"But I really want to feel you inside me, Daddy," she whispered.

"I know. I just don't want to rush this final thing. We're showing our love for each other intimately already. But making love, intercourse, is the final thing and, once we do that, there's no going back. I just... I don't want any regrets."She hugged me tightly. "I'll never regret it, Daddy," she whispered into my ear.

Waking up early the next morning, I managed to extricate myself from her body, heading to the main bathroom for a quick shower, before I made breakfast for us both. Her face lit up when I walked back into what I now called our bedroom, carrying a tray with breakfast for both of us. Sitting back against the headboard, I took great delight in feeding her breakfast before I suggested she have a shower and dress as I planned on taking her out all day.