Paying Daddy A Visit (Pseudo Incest Erotica)
After having a fight with her mother, Julie visits her step-father and discovers she has sexual feelings for him. Will he reciprocate?
Warning! Approx. 3500 word short story involving explicit sexual acts. For adults only. More
Julie knocked hard on the door of her step-father’s cabin as she waited in the pouring rain. Her clothes now soaked from the storm, she hoped he would answer soon. After several moments, the door swung open.
“Julie. My flower. Come inside so we can get you in some dry clothes.”
Her father placed his hand gently on her shoulder and ushered her inside, closing the door behind her. Julie shivered as she waited for her daddy’s inevitable lecture.
“You know I love when you visit, kid, but…”
His voice trailed off, as she had heard this speech many times before. She got the feeling he always felt the need to preface her visits with a mild scolding. He didn’t fool her though. He always was genuinely glad to see her. And she knew that. The half-smile expression he always used was enough alone to not take him too seriously.
Most people called her father Daniel or sometimes Dan if they were really close. When Julie was younger and Dan was still married to her mother, he insisted she call him “Daddy.” She hated it then, but as she grew up, she found herself saying it without even realizing. She no longer thought twice about it. It felt natural. It felt comforting.
Her father had finished talking moments ago. This sudden realization caused her to nod, hoping that would be the appropriate response to his half of the conversation. He sighed, clearly not surprised.
“I’m just glad I was here to let you in. What would you have done if I would have been out again for the weekend?”
Julie caught herself before asked why he would be gone during the weekend. Oh, that’s right, she thought. Daddy was a botanist. It was a strange job to Julie, picking daisies for a living. It did come with some nice side effects though. He always smelled like the forest, and that 5 o’ clock shadow made her weak-kneed. Yea, the whole rugged look worked well on her daddy.
Dan quickly lifted her off her feet with a nice hug. He felt bad that he had forgotten to when she first arrived. He gave the best hugs. Julie felt protected, wrapped up in his arms. She sometimes pretended he was a muscular woodsman instead of a botanist. Her mind trail offed again, enticed by the idea of him really sweeping her off her feet and carrying her into the bedroom.
There was no denial with how she felt about her father. Ever since her mother and step-father had chosen to separate, she began to see him differently. It was like the clouds had cleared. For a while she even had butterflies in her stomach when she came to visit. After realizing he had no clue of how she felt, the nervousness subsided, and she was only left with a secret she could never reveal to her daddy. How she secretly wanted more from him than just hugs. For now, she could accept him as just being the one she ran to when she was pissed off at her mother.
Again, with the daydreams! She made yet another attempt to turn her focus back to her father. When she looked up at him, she expected him to be giving her this scolding look for, yet again, not being able to pay attention. To her surprise, she looked up and saw him staring directly at her shirt.
She was drenched. Her now translucent shirt clung to her breasts. Normally, she would have had more discretion with these sorts of things, but this was her father. His intentions were harmless, right?