Daddy's Dirty Girl: Bred by My Daddy 4 (taboo breeding sex) (4 page)

“I gotta run,” he said, “gotta get in some
time at the heavy bag before work. See you for class Thursday?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Have fun punching
the shit out of a bag.”

That got a good, hearty laugh.

He surprised me with a hug goodbye.

I hugged back.

His arms were strong, and they felt good
around me. That was the first time that I had felt connected to
someone outside of my curious little family in ages.

“Liz,” I said to myself on the way back to
the bus stop, “maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to open up to someone.
If it does happen, it should be Nate. Maybe I need this.”

“Yeah, I know,” I replied, feeling slightly
embarrassed that I was conversing with myself in broad daylight. “I
just gotta give myself some time. Time to adjust.”

Chapter Four

“Hey! There she is!” Peter’s comfortable
baritone greeted me when I walked in the house, took off my shoes
and slumped into my favorite chair.

“Man, missing bus stops can be a real drag,”
I said. “For future reference, Route J is not the same as Route I,
even though the letters look alike. Ugh.”

Peter laughed. “Well, how was school? Did you
see anyone you knew?”

“Yeah. I talked to was a guy I met back when
I started. Nathan. Or, Nate, I mean. He lost a bunch of weight,
cleaned himself up, that sort of thing. It made me feel a little
strange, actually.”

“Why?”

“Seeing someone I knew before, I guess.
Nate’s a nice guy – he really is. He was so sweet. He asked me to
get some coffee, told me I didn’t have to explain anything to him,
but I got so nervous. I’m getting all upset. I don’t even know
why.”

Peter crossed the room, smiled and pushed a
length of hair that fell down in my face back behind my ear.

“Everything is okay, Liz. A lot has happened.
You gotta give yourself time to readjust to things. Y’know?”

“But no, I mean I’m happy. I’ve never been
this happy. With you, with Davis, with everything. I just don’t
know why I got so upset when Nate started talking to me. I guess I
felt like... if I wanted to have a friend that I needed to explain
my –
our
– family.”

He nodded and sat on the chair’s arm, pulling
me to his chest and smoothing my hair with one of his soft,
powerful hands.

“Liz,” he said, “you know you don’t have to
explain anything to anyone, unless you want to. I’m not going to
say that I haven’t been thinking about this lately, though.
Eventually we’re gonna go crazy unless we both get out of the house
sometimes. Know what I mean?”

All I did was sniff and nod.

“It’s okay,” he repeated, “don’t worry. This
is why it’s better to make friends with a guy than a girl. Guys
don’t expect you spill your guts, he probably just wants to get a
beer.” He smoothed my hair again, and I let myself relax against
his chest. Ever so slightly, he started to rock me back and
forth.

We sat there, me in my daddy’s arms, safe
there, comfortable there. I kept letting my thoughts drift back to
Nate, back to school. I knew what Peter was right, but slowly, the
pieces started to fall into place inside my brain.

I am the one that wanted to talk to Nate,
not the other way around. Every time he spoke, I wanted to
interrupt him and talk and talk and talk. And then I wanted to talk
some more, take a breath and keep talking. It’s been so long since
I’ve really been around anyone else that I think I’ve forgotten
how. At least, I think that’s what’s happening
.

“Oh Liz,” I said inside my head, “just relax.
Remember that hubcap? The one that told you to just go with the
flow? It was right.”

I wanted to scream in frustration, more at
myself than anything or anyone else. Why could I not just let
myself be okay? “It’s just stress,” I told myself. “Everything will
be fine. Everything
is
fine.”

And then my daddy kissed me and picked me up,
effortlessly, in his arms.

“I’ve got to finish dinner, but where do you
want me to put you? Anywhere you want. Bath? Bed?”

That did it. Out came the water works.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong! I can’t calm
down. This whole day I’ve been on the verge of tears. I almost
broke down when you were watching me out the window this morning.
Then I was about to start up when I was talking to Nate, and I just
feel like a mess!”

“Shh, shh... You’re fine,” he said, bending
his head to kiss me. “Really! Just give yourself time. Do you trust
me, Liz?”

I nodded.

“Okay. Then trust me when I say nothing is
wrong. You’ve had a hell of a couple days – getting ready for
college again, going back to school, and then it all got topped off
talking to someone from a time that seems a lot farther back than
it actually is. How about you go play with the baby and put on your
robe and I’ll finish dinner. Afterwards, I’ll do something I
haven’t done in a while.”

Another sniffle and I blinked away a couple
of tears. “What are you – wait a minute, you’re right. I do trust
you. Okay. Alright, that’s exactly what I’ll do. Thank you so much,
I couldn’t live without you.”

“Me too, baby girl,” he whispered and kissed
me again, “me, too.”

Chapter Five

After all the plates
were clean and the baby was in bed, my daddy led me to the bedroom,
and playfully tossed me on top of the pile of blankets and
pillows.

The first thing I noticed was how hard his
fingers felt as they drove against the knots between my neck and
shoulder. I rolled my head back and forth, trying to help my daddy
unkink all the tightness, relax all the stress. He uncapped a
little flask and dribbled softly scented oil into his hand, rubbed
his palms together and then warmed my neck with his touch.

“Rose oil,” he said when I sniffed. “Supposed
to be really nice for stress. After the day you had, I think that’s
probably what you need.”

I approximated a chuckle by blowing a puff of
air out of my nose and turned my head so that my face hung off the
bed. He squeezed for a moment longer, and then rolled his knuckles
along my shoulder blade and a little under.

“Just a sec,” Peter said, “I forgot
something.”

He pushed off the bed. The mattress sprung
back up where he was sitting, and I just drifted. It felt good,
just to be alone in this giant, cloud-like bed, all by myself. The
only thing I needed that I didn’t get much of was time alone.
Closing my eyes and getting a nose full of the lingering scent of
his rose oil relaxed me immediately. I imagined his hands running
down my spine, pushing the knots and the tension off to each side
and his fingers squeezing the tension out of my lower back then
down and around my waist.

I had no idea that just
imagining
my
daddy giving me a massage would be so relaxing. I couldn’t wait for
him to get back.
About that – I wonder where he went. Nothing
was cooking, and he already put the baby down. What could
he…

Just then, the door creaked as Peter stepped
back in. “Sorry princess,” he said, “I forgot these.”

He set three candles down on the bedside
table immediately to my left.

“Grabbed ‘em out of your bathroom. You seem
to like them, and I’m really old so I figured I could use them for
a light.” He laughed at his own joke. For some reason, that – his
laughing at his own bad joke – made my heart melt. That seemed to
happen a lot, especially where Peter was involved.

“Anyway,” he whispered right before he bent
down and kissed the back of my head, right where my hair started,
“I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”

I heard the pop top on the oil bottle again
and listened as Peter rubbed his palms together. He was humming,
tunelessly, in a low voice, the way he always did when he was most
relaxed.

Softly, one hand went to each of my shoulders
and he began to press his fingertips very gently into the muscle.
“Tell me if it’s too hard, too soft.”

I grunted a “mum-hum” as soon as I realized
he was talking to me.

Behind me, he laughed softly and pressed
harder, fingers tracing the line of my trapezius up to my ear, then
down to the point of my shoulder blade. At the end of each stroke,
he pushed his thumbs into the indentation beneath my joint and
turned it ever so slightly. That, mysteriously, made the top of my
ass tingle.

I giggled a little, he asked why and I told
him about my ass tingling when he pushed into my shoulder blade.
The last thing I expected him to say was “does it feel good? When
it tingles I mean?” That is, however, exactly what he asked. I
thought for half a second and nodded.

“Hmm,” he sighed, “there’s something to keep
in mind.”

That he was smiling as he spoke was
obvious.

“Thank you so much,” I said in between
pleasured sighs, “this is exactly what I needed. You’re so good to
me.”

“You deserve it. Like I said… this morning?
Yesterday? You’ve given me more in the past year than I have ever
had. I could never possibly do enough for you.”

He rubbed again, this time twisting his
thumbs and sweeping his hands, fingers pointing to my spine, along
my backbone and out down my ribcage. The first few times he did it,
his fingertips brushing against the sides of my breasts got me
thinking about things other than relaxing massage.

“Liz, there’s something I need to say.”

“Of course, what is it?”

“I want you to know that I support anything
you do. Absolutely anything. If you want to go out with that Nate
character, don’t say no to him on my account. I couldn’t live with
myself if you missed out on something because of me.”

I didn’t know how to respond. The thought had
crossed my mind that I should hang out with Nate just for a little
bit of ‘normal’ in my otherwise utterly bizarre life, but the last
thing I wanted to do was hurt my daddy – my everything.

“No, I love you. Why would I want to be with
anyone else?”

“Well,” he said, “I just want you to know
I’ll always be here. You need to explore the world, see what’s out
there. I won’t ever leave you. Understand?”

My mouth said “yes, of course,” but my
thoughts were far more confused. I really
did
want to see
more of Nate, but at the same time…

Peter pushed his thumbs along the top of my
pelvis, which elicited a rumbling, throaty groan. No more thinking
about Nate. Not then, at least. He pressed hard, rose-scented
fingers slick and wet, gliding over my flesh, driving the pain down
my sides and into the mattress, just like I imagined.

“What if,” I started to ask and then
reconsidered.

“What if what, baby girl?”

“No, no, nothing. I just said what I was
thinking.” Really, I was about to ask ‘what if I brought Nate over
here to meet you? I think you’d like him a lot, and maybe we could
even have dinner or something?’ but I didn’t. I couldn’t.

Then as Peter pressed his knuckles into my
ass cheeks, sending tingles
up
my body instead of down, I
wondered what it would be like to be between he and Nate. One cock
in my pussy and the other…

“Daddy?” I asked in my best little girl
voice, “can we do something different tonight?”

“Like what?”

I craned my neck to look at him and beckoned
him close. He bent down, and I whispered, “I want you to fuck my
ass,” into his ear.

His eyes got bigger than I’ve ever seen
them.

“Ha! Well, you most certainly shocked
me.”

“I wasn’t trying to shock you,” I whispered
again, “I really want to try. I’ve never done that, and I want you
to be my first. Again. Please?”

“Well, I’m not going to say I haven’t wanted
to do it before. But, I never have. We’d both be each other’s
first.”

The tone of his voice sent chills down my
spine.
Each other’s first
. It felt right. It felt like how
it should be.

“Why don’t we just see where we end up, baby
girl?” Peter’s voice caressed me and he sucked my earlobe between
his lips, before going back to work with his knuckles on my lower
back.

Soft sounds of flesh stroking against flesh
filled my ears as the oil’s scent mixed with sex-musk filled my
nose. The only thing I could manage to think was how incredible
Peter was, and how much I in no way deserved everything he did for
me.

Another drizzle of warmed oil slipped between
my thighs followed quickly by his fingers. He dipped them between
my legs, moving his thumbs up right next to my sex and then out and
over, pushing out more tension than I thought I carried. Another
sweep and the tips of his fingers almost brushed my lips, just
barely missing. He came so close that the hair on his knuckles
tickled me.

Peter did another pass of knuckle rolling
over my lower back and the beginning of my ass, and then back down
between my legs. Gently, he urged them apart and moved to one side
of the bed, pulling my sore thigh muscles between his fingers, and
then moving to the other side. Back and forth he went, squeezing,
holding and releasing. As far as I could recall, nothing in the
entire world had ever felt that good. Except, maybe...

Closer.

His hands inched nearer my already-wet pussy
every time he switched sides and worked my inner thighs.

Closer. Come on, please just touch me. Please
slip those fingers in...

Peter moved around to the other side of the
bed and slid his hands, again, down underneath my thigh, so close
to my pussy that I almost felt his warmth. He pulled up, pushing
his fingertips deep against my muscle. Then I heard him grunt and
his hands left my body. For a moment I wanted to look back and see
if he’d gone somewhere, but just when I was about to do so, I felt
the bed sink and felt my daddy’s knee brush against mine.

Oh please touch me. Drive that cock in deep,
stick a finger in, anything, anything! Just please touch me!