A Daughter's Love Pt. 01

After yet another argument with Dylan, her estranged husband, Emily slammed the door shut to her bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

Emily and Dylan were high school sweethearts and they married immediately after finishing their university degrees. They were now 26 and although they were no longer a couple, and awaiting divorce proceedings, they were still temporarily living together in their rented apartment. They slept separately and generally tried to avoid each other as much as possible until they both managed to find another place to live.

Emily's life had played out to be almost the complete opposite of her hopes and desires. Her teaching degree and the beautiful children she taught everyday were perhaps the only highlights. Dylan, a mechanical engineer, had shown a complete inability to hold down a job for more than a few months. They never had any money to even consider saving up to buy a house.

On top of everything, after they decided one drunken night to start a family, months of trying and then the inevitable tests that showed that she wasn't capable of conceiving, was the final straw to their marriage. In a way, she felt that it was a blessing that she couldn't fall pregnant with his child before realising what a useless piece of shit he was.

In the present moment, she resolved that she would leave as soon as possible, and return to her hometown. She had old friends still living there, and her father still hadn't moved out of the family home - even after her mother, Sandy, died of breast cancer two years ago. She knew that she'd easily get a new teaching job there.

Michael's phone rang, and he saw Emily's contact details appear. "Hi, Em!" he greeted cheerily. "I was just thinking about calling you! How are you?"

Emily sobbed into the phone, "Oh Dad! I'm shit, to be honest!" She cried into the phone for a few seconds.

Michael collected himself, transforming immediately into father mode. "Em! What is it?" he asked as gently as he could. He could guess. It was always the same lately. "Another argument?"

After sobbing for a few more seconds, Emily mustered the ability to respond. "Yeah! He's such an asshole! What did I ever see in him?" It was rhetorical, of course. Michael knew she didn't expect, didn't want, an answer. Pulling herself together, Emily finally asked quietly, "Dad, can I stay with you for a while? I have to get out of here. I want to move back to where I grew up. Move jobs. The whole thing."

Michael had suggested on several occasions for her to get out of her situation with Dylan after they agreed to separate. "Of course, Em. You know that this house is your house too. You can stay here as long as you want. I could do with the company, and it's been too long since we've spent time together."

Michael spent most of his time alone these days since his wife died. Not too long ago he'd tried dating, but after several complete failures, he'd decided that it was more trouble than it was worth.

"Thanks, Dad. I'll work out a more permanent place to stay when I get everything sorted."

"No, Em. You stay as long as you want," Michael repeated. "I wouldn't mind if you stayed forever, but I know you'll want to get on with a new life."

"Oh God," Emily said. "I don't want to think about anything new for a while. Definitely not a new boyfriend!"

Switching to the practicalities of it, Michael stated, "I'll organise a moving van to bring all of your stuff." When Emily began to protest, Michael interrupted her, "No! I insist. You've been through enough already. Start packing now."

"I love you, Dad," Emily sobbed again. "Thanks so much!"

"I love you too. I'm looking forward to seeing you soon."

***

Michael opened the door to greet Emily. He was surprised by her when she energetically pounced through the door, wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. They had always had a close relationship. He had been the perfect father to her, and they were often inseparable in her teenage years when Emily lived at home.

"Oh Daddy, thanks so much for this!" she said, still hugging him tightly.

Michael gently grabbed her shoulders and pushed them so that she was forced to release her hold of him and look him in the eyes.

"OK, that's gonna have to stop," he said sternly. "I don't want to hear you thank me for something that's yours already. This is your house just as much as it is mine. You can save your thanks for when I bring you a cup of tea, OK?"

Emily hung her head overly dramatically and batted her eye lids. "Sorry, Daddy!" she said in mock apology while smiling.

Michael returned her smile. "That's better," he said jokingly. They both laughed. "Let me help you with your things."

***

Days turned into weeks, and father and daughter both felt like they had never lived apart. It reminded her of the old days, except for the sad absence of Emily's mother.

The house was not small, having been home to four in the past - which included Emily's brother, Brian - but it wasn't a large house either. It was fairly old when Michael and Sandy bought it. They had completely renovated the downstairs area which included the living room, kitchen, and Michael's office. The renovations provided floor to ceiling glass walls looking out onto a beautiful, secluded garden that got ample sunlight, but also had several trees that provided shade for the summer months.

The upstairs was still original and contained the bedrooms opening off a narrow hallway. Michael's bedroom had an ensuite bathroom, and there was also a main bathroom that was shared. Emily's bedroom was her old one - on the other side, and a little down the hallway from Michael's. The floorboards creaked (including the stairs), and the walls were paper thin. The family had planned to renovate the upstairs when they could afford it, but then Emily and Brian moved out. Michael and Sandy thought there wasn't too much point in spending the money when it was mostly just them in the house.

Emily and Michael loved each other's company. They ate breakfast and dinner together, and lunch on the weekends unless Emily was catching up with friends. They had long chats and curled up on the lounge near each other to watch movies every Saturday night.

As Emily had predicted, finding a new teaching job was easy. It was walking distance to the house, and the staff and students were for the most part very friendly. Finally, her life was getting back on track.

***

One morning, as Emily was getting ready for work, Michael planned to make her some breakfast, as he usually did on her workdays. He wandered down the hall to Emily's bedroom. Her door was open, as it always was. The family had never closed bedroom doors - except those nights many years ago that Michael and Sandy had sex.

Michael asked, "What would you like for breakfast?" before he had quite reached her doorway.

Emily had just jumped out of bed and was completely naked. Michael stepped into the doorway and caught sight of his daughter. She was stunning. Apart from her beautiful face, her body was incredibly sexy - athletic, with toned legs and abdomen. Her breasts were firm and moderately sized, and her pubic hair neatly trimmed in a thin strip leading to her pussy. Michael hadn't seen her naked since the year that she had moved out to live with Dylan. Prior to that, the family had always been very open with their nakedness, not giving a care if they were seen by other family members. It was not sexualised for them - they were simply comfortable in their own skins, and comfortable seeing each other that way.

Michael was about to apologise, unsure of how Emily felt about being naked in front of him after so many years. But her manner and words made him realise that she was still just as comfortable with it.

"Sorry, Dad, I woke up late this morning! I'm just going to jump in the shower. Can you just make me...?" she started, thinking for a few seconds. She made no effort to cover her nudity, and clearly didn't expect her father to look away. "Oh, just some toast with jam," she decided finally. "Oh, and some coffee! Must have coffee!"

"Coming right up," Michael responded. He was trying hard not to act differently after staring at his daughter's alluring form.

"Thanks, Dad! I have to pee badly! You'll have to excuse me before I have an accident!" With that, she brushed past him and made her way down the hallway, naked, to the bathroom.

As Michael made his way down the stairs, he noticed his own troubled feelings. The image of his naked daughter replayed in his mind, and he quickly told himself to stop. She was his daughter. He was her father, he reminded himself. He managed to distract himself by preparing breakfast and didn't think about it for the rest of the morning.

Something had changed for Emily, too. While she had successfully acted care-free about being naked in front of her father, her actions belied her true feelings. She had felt her father's gaze on her and sensed something different to when she used to live with him. Rather than stirring revulsion or shame or any of the things she knew that she was 'supposed' to feel, she felt a slight wave of excitement rush through her. Instead of trying to put the feelings away, she pondered on them. Growing up, she'd sometimes had lustful thoughts about her father, and her brother for that matter, as some girls do. Or at least, she hoped that she wasn't alone in her incestuous fantasies. Of course, she'd never acted on them, other than to masturbate. Her father had always been completely appropriate in his behaviour to her. 'Do I have daddy issues?' she thought to herself. She was not going to give herself a hard time about it. Whatever she felt was right because she knew that she was a good person.

After she showered and dressed, she made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Michael had of course prepared everything for her and was waiting with his own breakfast in front of him. They ate together and talked briefly before Emily had to rush off to work.

"Thanks for breakfast, Dad!" she said as she got up from the kitchen breakfast bar. Michael got up too to say goodbye. "See you after work. I love you," Emily said, giving him a big hug and and a kiss on the cheek.

'There it is again,' she thought to herself. Her father's touch - as innocent as it was - suddenly meant something different, felt different.

"I love you too," Michael responded instinctively. He watched her leave, not noticing how much he was staring - following her form until it disappeared when the door was finally closed behind her.

***

Until that day, Michael had been careful not to parade his nakedness around - mostly because he didn't know if the same rules would apply in Emily's mind. He had always dressed quickly and taken at least clean underwear with him to his bathroom if he was showering so that he could have something on when he emerged.

Now knowing that Emily was comfortable about being naked in front him, he returned to what he would have done when he was living by himself. He frequently walked around his bedroom naked for a while until he'd picked out clothes to wear. On a couple of occasions, Emily had come to his bedroom door to talk to him, and she didn't skip a beat seeing that he was naked. As Emily had done with him, he made no attempt to cover himself up, and happily talked to her while she took in his naked form.

'And again,' she thought to herself on those occasions. It was the wave of excitement at seeing her father naked. Her loins prickled with electricity and heat. One of the times, she had half a mind to sprint to her room and masturbate but thought better of it. She realised that she found her father very sexy. He was very handsome and kept his body trim with a regular work-out routine. When she was younger, she'd never given the sight of his cock a second thought. Now she was feeling a strong desire to see it again.

Their relationship had noticeably changed - not that an outside observer would notice. Their conversations were more intense, more personal. They often looked deeply into each other's eyes and began to seek out each other's company. Somehow the 'I love you' they said to each other when saying goodbye or good night had seemed to take on a deeper meaning.

Michael kept making excuses to himself about the change. It was natural now that they were reconnecting and spending so much time together, is how he tried to rationalise it.

Emily, on the other hand, was more honest with herself. She realised that she was developing what others would term an unhealthy relationship with her father. A lustful one, full of incestuous cravings. She also felt a shift in her emotions. Her father was no longer just her father to her: no longer just a protector, provider, or teacher. He was becoming a companion, a best friend, and perhaps more.

***

That Saturday evening, they lined up a movie to watch as usual. Michael sat on the lounge, and Emily rested her head on his lap, as she frequently did. It felt different to her tonight, though. Michael was wearing shorts, and part of her face was touching the bare part of his thighs. She took in the scent of him and resisted a sudden strong urge to rest her lips against his skin.

As it turned out, the movie was a love story, with several fairly explicit sex scenes.

At one of the scenes, Michael was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the fact that he was obviously getting aroused, and Emily's head was close - too close - to the bulge in his shorts.

Emily could also feel her own desire building. She knew she would be wet and wriggled as the scene showed a man going down on his woman. She repositioned her head on Michael's lap, and the back of her head smacked into his now complete erection.

'Shit!' thought Michael. 'Maybe she didn't notice.'

But Emily definitely felt the hard obstacle. Through her thick hair she couldn't properly feel what it was, and thinking that perhaps it was the TV remote, she reached behind her head to remove it. Her hand fumbled around trying to grasp whatever it was. She was confused at the feeling of the softness of Michael's shorts material, with hardness underneath.

Unable to speak, Michael was even more distressed as Emily poked and prodded - trying to work out via feel what she had encountered. Her actions were making him even harder. Suddenly she realised that it was her father's hard cock that she had been feeling for several seconds.

She immediately let go of his cock and jumped up, a pleading look in her face. "I'm so sorry, Dad! I didn't know it was... you!" she cried. She couldn't help but look at the massive bulge in her father's pants that she had been unknowingly playing with seconds ago.

"N-No..." Michael stammered. "It's me that should apologise. I'm so sorry that I... you know... got like this around you!"

Emily couldn't believe that her father would apologise when nothing here was his fault.

"No Dad, I shouldn't have touched you there. I really didn't know. I thought there was something hard I had to move out the way..." she pleaded, but then realised the idiocy of the last thing that she'd said.

Michael couldn't help but laugh, even in the face of the embarrassing situation. "Well, I guess there was something hard," he said smiling. "I'm sorry, the movie was... having an effect on me."

The tension was broken, and Emily laughed too. "I know, Dad. If I'm truthful, it was doing the same to me."

Michael was stunned with his daughter's admission that she was also sexually excited by the scene. He'd never thought of his daughter being horny before.

"I'm so sorry, Em! I hope you aren't scarred for life after that," he said gently.

"Oh Dad, don't be silly. I've felt a few cocks, you know," she responded, waving her hand as if dismissing his concern.

"Yeah, but this is..." Michael began.

"I know," she interrupted. "My father's cock. Seriously, I'm fine about it! How about you? Scarred for life?"

"Ha ha! No, I think I'll recover. Maybe we should both sit up to watch this movie?"

"Don't be silly, Dad. Here!" Emily said as she grabbed a cushion and jammed it down on Michael's lap. She caught sight of the fact that he was still fully erect before the cushion hid his bulge. "Problem solved!" She immediately plopped her head down on the cushion, secretly thrilled at the knowledge that her father's rock-hard cock was only separated from her head by some layers of material and stuffing.

Michael was struck dumb. He didn't know what to say, and whether to object or not.

"Hey Dad?" Emily asked, as she turned her head and looked up into his eyes. "Can you rewind to the start of that scene? We've missed it all now, and I was enjoying it. I certainly know you were, too!"

Michael was awkward for the rest of the movie, his erection remaining even when the sex scenes had ended, and even when the movie was finished completely. He was now very ready to masturbate to relieve his own sexual tension. He hadn't yet put it together in his mind, or perhaps he was hiding it from himself, that a big part of his horniness was due to what had happened.

Emily lifted her head off the cushion and pulled it away. She immediately noticed that her father's huge bulge was still there. "Still hard, Dad?" she asked as if it was the most normal question in the world.

"Yeah," he said sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I can't help it."

"It's OK, Dad. Really. I'm so wet now. I think I might be reading some erotica pretty soon. I'll try to be quiet."

Michael's jaw dropped. He'd never had a conversation with Emily about anything remotely sexual. He found that he immediately painted a mental image for himself of Emily playing with herself, bringing herself to orgasm. It was only then that he finally realised that he wanted her. His own daughter, and he wanted her. He sat in a confused state for a few seconds.

"Night, Daddy. I love you," Emily said happily, and she leaned in and gave him kiss on his cheek. It was one of those too-long kisses though, with her lips pressed against his cheek fuelling both of their desires even more.

"I love you, too." Michael turned off the TV and lights and they made their way up the stairs and each into their own bedroom.

Emily was soon heard in the main bathroom brushing her teeth, but Michael had only one thing on his mind. He stripped off and lay on his bed. He was so used to leaving his bedroom door open, it didn't occur to him close it now. He grabbed a hand around his hard cock and furiously pumped it. He had been ready to cum for an hour and was dying for release. He was so engrossed that he didn't hear Emily finish up in the bathroom or walk across to the hallway to his bedroom door. She was assuming that he would be brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed also, and so looked to the right where the door for his ensuite was.

"Daddy, I'm so sorry again..." she started until she caught movement from the left out of the corner of her eye. She swung around to see what it was and saw her father madly jacking off right at the moment when his cock started pumping cum high up on his abdomen.

"Oh shit, Dad! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't know!" She immediately turned and ran to her bedroom and shut the door behind her.

"Fuck!" Michael said out loud. He'd just blasted his load in front of his daughter. He was sure she'd seen it all - hand on cock, cum flying through the air.

Michael quickly cleaned himself up and put some clothes on. He quietly approached her bedroom door and knocked. "Emily? Em? We have to talk about that. I'm sorry for the second time tonight! So sorry you couldn't believe it."

"Dad, let's talk about it tomorrow. OK?" she called back from her bed. She had already stripped off and was masturbating. She pictured her father's hard cock, seeing his cum spurting all over him.