Running Home to Daddy

As far as Davis was concerned, he'd sent a little girl to school in August of that year. For some reason, that's not who came home for the holidays. Instead of a cute little biracial girl, she had somehow morphed into full-blown smokin' hottie. Davis barely recognized his daughter. Her light mocha complexion had deepened into a sleek caramel hue. Her short natural hairdo was now straight, and rested on her shoulders, making her look like a polished professional woman. She had always been skinny, but now she'd filled out impressively, her formerly spare, almost childish figure now decidedly the body of a woman. Her tiny little A-cups now a solid B-cup, her hips flaring sexily, sloping down to a ripe, full butt. No, that wasn't right... Yvaine used to have a cute butt... she'd come home with a booty, one perfectly at home in any rap video. At first, he thought she'd grown several inches taller, but that was the heels she now wore gracefully. Before, she'd been all sneakers and flat sandals. When she got home in December, he couldn't help but admire and long for the woman she had become. He drove himself crazy trying to sneak peeks at her, then hating himself for wanting her this way, and then trying to avoid being around her so he could even concentrate. Then she'd plop down in his lap or hug him tightly, and it would start all over again.

He managed to white-knuckle his way through Christmas without doing anything stupid. He was both deeply disappointed and wildly happy when she met Roderick and the relationship developed so quickly. While Yvaine was right that he'd never liked Rod, Davis didn't entirely trust his own reasons for it. He was afraid it wasn't dislike... it might have been pure jealousy, and he hated himself for that. But Yvaine seemed happy, so he forced a smile and played an excellent pretense of being happy as well. When they moved in together, he thought he was finally free, and Yvaine was now safe from him. Then, like most fathers with attractive daughters, he'd be content to lust after her secretly, and occasionally enjoy some intense but guilt-inducing solo sessions. And life would go on.

But no! That idiot fool had to fuck it all up. Now, thanks to his cheating, Yvaine was back home with him, she looked better than ever, he was newly single now since his wife had moved to Missi-fucking-ssippi for her huge promotion, and this whole situation was just a powder keg! Davis just knew that something was going to have to give. He watched her disappear up the stairs, again struck by how beautiful she was and how sexy she'd become.

"Daddy," he heard her call. "Can I use your shower?"

When Yvaine first left for college, Davis expanded the master bathroom, and added several shower heads and therapy jets. The shower could easily melt away the stresses of the worst day. Since then, Yvaine found every opportunity to use that shower. "Sure," he answered. "Just make sure to close the door, because I need to come up and change, okay?"

"'Kay!" He heard his bedroom door close.

When Yvaine grabbed clothes at her apartment, she'd grabbed mostly dresses and skirts, with a few tops. Maybe that was on purpose, maybe it wasn't. She knew she was going to her dad's, and she always liked to look nice around him. She took out her red and white pleated skirt, not too short, and a little flirty. Nah, she decided... too "Teacher-y". She pulled out a tight purple mini skirt that barely contained her firm, round ass. Nah, too slutty. Maybe one day... maybe one day soon. She pulled out a soft, satiny yellow romper. It always looked so good against her caramel skin, and it really set off her hazel eyes. But it was so short that if she moved a certain way, Daddy would be able to see... she consulted the floor mirror, and it was perfect! She grabbed a pair of dark red silky bikini panties, and went into her dad's bathroom, making sure to leave the door wide open. She took her sweet time undressing, giving her dad plenty of time to come up and change clothes to go out to dinner, and also get a nice look at what might be on tonight's dessert menu.

After a few minutes, Davis finally calmed down from the erotic excitement of having his sexy daughter weeping in his lap, needing him to comfort her. He decided to go up and change. As he walked up the stairs, he heard his shower running softly. That meant the door was mercifully closed. He opened the door into his bedroom and walked in. Hearing the shower, he instinctively looked towards the bathroom, and there she was, fully naked, and absolutely gorgeous. Smooth, silky-looking caramel-hued skin. Perfect breasts that had never even heard of gravity, with dark nipples and small, quarter-sized areolas. Sloping down to a small waist, and then back out to full, womanly hips and a full, ripe, tight ass that looked like it was made for spanking, then stroking tenderly, and then licking. Her thighs were just this side of 'thick', and between them, a full, thick bush that looked oh so soft. Her legs tapered down gracefully. Even her pedicured feet were perfect. She was, quite simply, five and a half feet of feminine perfection. Davis was like a deer caught in the headlights. He simply stared at her, unable to look away from the vision of beauty and sensuousness standing before him. Yvaine let him enjoy the view for a few seconds, and then pretended to be surprised. "Daddy! Don't look! I didn't know you were coming up!" she lied. She made no move to cover up or hide behind the door. She just stood there smiling innocently.

Finally, reason managed to find its way back up to Davis' brain. "Sorry, baby. I - uhhhm, I, uhhh, I was just, ummm, just gonna change. I'll - I'll - I'll, uhhh... I'll come back when you're done," he stammered, not moving. Seconds later, he turned and walked out of the room. Father and daughter had never been more aroused in their lives. Yvaine finished her shower, taking a few extra minutes to shampoo ALL her hair and the surrounding areas, imagining what might possibly happen. What Davis didn't know was that Yvaine harbored the same inappropriate feelings as he did. And she'd felt it for longer.

He'd just been 'her Daddy' for forever. Then, one day, all she could think about was being with him, kissing him, feeling him hold her like a lover, and the two of them making love all over the house. At the time, she was still a virgin, and could only imagine what that would be like, but imagine it, she did, incessantly. Like most illicit things, it started out innocently. During the winter break in her junior year in college, she was at home, enjoying a lazy, relaxing break. Her GPA was a respectable 3.6, good enough to keep her little scholarship and still go to an occasional party. She'd made an offhand comment that he was putting on some weight but would always be her daddy. They both laughed and went on with the day.

Without telling anyone, Davis went out and joined a gym, and went there four times a week religiously, and started watching his diet carefully. By the time Yvaine came home for summer, he looked 15 years younger. He'd lost all the flab and packed on some definition to his muscles. He had an honest-to-goodness six-pack, and he had shaved his head bald. When she saw him in just his soft shorts that first night, she thought he looked better than any of the young guys at campus who were clumsily trying to relieve her of her virginity. Her dad was so hot, she thought she might jump him over the holidays. She knew that was wrong on SO many levels... she should NOT be feeling this way about her own father. So she decided to find a serious boyfriend ASAP, no matter what, and finally get this Daddy-lust out of her system once and for all. To do that, she decided to change her look. She worked out, not to lose weight, but to put on some curves, and she grew her hair out longer and straightened it. She ditched the 'poor college girl' look and dressed more like a woman, her new wardrobe greatly enhanced by way of Daddy's ever-present credit card. By the time she went home for Christmas during her senior year, she looked like a new woman. A new, much hotter woman. She could tell Daddy liked it. NO! That's not what she meant to say! GOD! This was all so confusing!

She met Rod a few weeks later, just before she left campus to start her Student-Teaching. He was a grad student, in Journalism, and was convinced he was going to blow the lid off some huge story and become famous overnight. His enthusiasm appealed to Yvaine, and they quickly became a couple. They dated until the end of her senior year, and after she graduated, they moved in together. A year later, Roderick hadn't still finished his Master's degree, she was the only one earning a paycheck, while he was 'writing full-time,' convinced that his big break was right around the corner.

Now, here she was, back home, crying to her daddy because Rod had cheated on her IN HER BED, and her Daddy-lust was back with a vengeance. Last time, she ran from it, and ended up with Rod. This time, she promised herself, if something looked like it was gonna happen between her and her father, she was gonna let it. She'd had two years to come to grips with it. Sure, it's wrong, incest is illegal, you shouldn't fuck your own father, yada, yada, yada... She'd done the research, and she knew that, while it wasn't the norm, it DID happen. Fathers and daughters, brothers and sisters, even mothers and sons. Hell, first-cousin marriage was totally legal in half the country. She was 23 years old. She was a grown woman and could sleep with who she liked. Mom had left them to take a big job in Mississippi and from the looks of it, wasn't coming back, so her dad was all alone. They were both consenting adults. Who would they be hurting if they got together? She had never stopped thinking about her dad like that, and now, with this fresh set of circumstances, why the hell not go for it? Even her best friend Jadzia was married to man almost old enough to be her father, and she was deliriously happy. She had decided to stop denying herself and make this happen. Yeah, she'd go and talk to Rod tomorrow. She would tell his ass goodbye. Yvaine felt that she'd done everything that she could. She'd tried her best to be with a man who wasn't her dad. After it was all said and done, it turned out he was a cheating asshole who didn't know how to make love to her without hurting her, and she was just a fucked-up girl who was desperately in love with her own father.

She went into her room to dress, calling out to her dad, "Okay! I'm out of the bathroom. You're safe!"

Davis had gone back down to wait. He waited until he heard Yvaine's door close and went up to get changed. He guiltily decided to take a shower just because she had just been in there and the shower would still smell like her. He couldn't help but stroke himself a bit, thinking about how amazing she looked standing there. He didn't finish, though. He still incredibly distressed about how he was feeling about Yvaine. He managed to suppress it all again and finished getting dressed. He went to the kitchen to wait for her. He needed to get his mind under control. He reached for a beer but remembered he would be driving in a few minutes. So instead he grabbed a bottle of water and sipped it while looking out the back window to the pool. He was trying to get his mind off how much he wanted his daughter. No matter what, he had to resist. He couldn't risk hurting her like that. He never wanted to cause her any pain.

"Daddy, I'm ready to go," said Yvaine from behind him. He turned and looked at her, and suddenly forgot how to breathe. She looked absolutely amazing! She was wearing a soft yellow one-piece romper that was so short that almost any movement at all allowed the bottoms of her delectable cheeks to peek out. With almost all of her legs showing, and with her medium heels, her legs looked impossibly long and sexy. He drank in the sight of her, and finally said, "My god, sweetheart. You look incredible! I can't believe how amazing you look!"

"Thank you, daddy! You look pretty good yourself. Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's go. I just hope I can concentrate with you looking so good!"

"Aww, that's sweet! Where are we going?" she asked.

"I was thinking about going down to the Point. There's a really good Mexican place there. And after that, there's a gourmet ice cream place. That ought to cheer you up."

She practically squealed, "That sounds awesome, daddy. Let's go!"

After they left the car to the valet, they walked to the restaurant. As they walked, Davis slid his arm around Yvaine's waist, and pulled her close as they made their way. She was thrilled, because the way he was holding her was more intimate than fathers normally held their daughters. She leaned into him, wanting him to know that she absolutely approved. There was a crowd at the door, and Davis went inside to put in his name. He came back out with a beeper, and they walked over to a nearby bench to wait. Again, Yvaine snuggled up as close to her dad as she could, and he held her close.

"Thanks for this, dad," she said. "You're always there for me. I want you to know that I really appreciate it."

"Baby, you don't have to thank me. I'm your dad... I'll always be there for you. No matter what. So what are you guys fighting about? The fact that he doesn't have a job, no money, that he's lazy, you can stop me anytime."

Yvaine laughed at her dad's disdain for Roderick. "Stop it! He's not that bad! Anyway, I don't think you're ready to know what the fight was about."

"What? I'm a grownup. I can handle anything you might say. So what's going on. Maybe I can help."

Yvaine thought to herself, 'If this goes right, you'll definitely be able to help!' Aloud, she said, "Fine, but remember... you asked for it!"

"Okay, go ahead", said Davis.

"Sex, Daddy. We were arguing about sex." Davis said nothing. He just waited for her to continue. "You're not freaked out?" she asked.

"Why would I be? You're 23 years old, you've been living with your boyfriend for almost a year. OF COURSE you're sexually active. So what's going on?"

"I sometimes forget how level-headed you can be. Anyway, Roderick is pressuring me to do some things in bed that I'm not really comfortable with, and he gets mad when I don't want to try, and we fight about it."

"What kind of things?"

"I knew you'd ask that. He wants to try, like a threesome or swinging, and I'm not into that. He wants to try some bondage, or spanking, and right now, he's really on this big, well, anal thing."

"I don't know Eva, some of that doesn't sound all that bad. Why won't you try any of it?"

"That's exactly what my friend Jadzia said," she answered. "And she thinks that there's more to it. So I also told her that Rod was just awful in bed," she went on. "He—"

DVVVVD DVVVVD DVVVD DVVVVD. Their pager went off, telling them that their table was ready. DVVVVD DVVVVD DVVVD DVVVVD. Yvaine stood up to go into the restaurant, but Davis pulled her back down. "The table will be there for a couple more minutes. What did you just say?!"

Yvaine sat back down, but she noticed that there were some people close by, so she leaned in close and spoke, "He's just not good in bed. He's too rough, too indelicate. Too harsh. No matter what I try to tell him, he just doesn't seem to understand how to touch me. Okay, look. You know how you sometimes stroke my face?"

"Like this?" Davis instantly reached up and gently ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek. It was such a simple gesture, but so gentle and filled with so much love that it was almost erotic. Yvaine closed her eyes and leaned her cheek against it.

"Mmmmm... yes," she breathed. "Just like that." She opened her eyes and looked at her dad and said, "Rod has never touched me like that, so gently, and with so much love. Here's Rod's version," and she rubbed Davis' face like she was trying to clear off a smudge. "That's his idea of gentle."

Davis, who always though of himself as an above-average lover, said, "Ouch! Sorry, baby girl. That's rough. So what, can't he follow directions?"

"Apparently not," she said, dryly.

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The pager reminded them that their table was waiting. This time, they both got up and started walking toward the restaurant. Yvaine continued, "Jadzia explained our problem like ice cream."

"Jadzia, that's the white girl married to the older black dude, right?" Davis asked as the server took the pager and started leading them to their table. He'd met Jadzia only once. Yvaine had told him about her older husband. "And what does ice cream have to do with this?"

Yvaine answered, "Yeah, that's her. Oh, by the way, daddy, she's not white. She's black. Not mixed, not biracial like me, but black."

"Really?!" exclaimed Davis as they took their seats at the table. "What, did you ask her or something?"

"Of course not! You raised me better than that! No, when I met them, I told her that you and mom were interracial like them. She corrected me. She said most folks think she's white and she just lets them think what they want. But since I'm her best friend, she wanted me to know who she really is. I thought that was sweet. Anyway, Zee thinks it's like ice cream. I want the good super-premium ice cream, and his skills are cheap ice milk at best, and he wants variety, and I'm only serving vanilla. But I've thought about it, and since he's serving his welfare-ass ice cream to some skank in MY bed, I'm burning down the whole ice cream shop!" Davis laughed aloud at that. Yvaine looked stern but then joined his laughter.

By this time, the waiter had come, and it was time to order. After the waiter left, Davis asked her, in a serious tone, "So you're gonna kick him to the curb, huh? No forgiveness, no second chances? I guess I don't blame you. If your mom had done that, I would have kicked her ass out, too."

Yvaine interjected, "Speaking of mom, is it... umm... over?"

Davis answered, "Yeah. Last year, she told me that she loves her big new job, and she loves her new life, and she's not coming back. I actually got the papers, signed them, and sent them back this summer. It's all done. Easy-peasy. I didn't say anything to you because as far as you were concerned, it was over when she left. Am I right?"

Yvaine snapped, "You're damn right! If you were my husband, I would have NEVER left you!"

"So does all this mean my baby girl is coming back home?"

"If you'll have me. As it turns out, my lease ends at the end of the month and we never re-signed. So," and she batted her eyes and put on her best little-girl voice, "can your baby girl come back home, daddy? Will you make it all better?" Yvaine smiled sexily, knowing full well what she was doing to her father.

"You know I want you to come home. And this time, I might never let you leave again!" Davis said, then thought about how that sounded. He needed to be careful, or Yvaine might think he had some impure thoughts about her.

"That's what I want, too," agreed Yvaine. Right then, their food came.

"Let's eat to celebrate!" said Davis.

After a fantastic meal, they walked around the shops. Yvaine said, "Let's ride the Eye! I've never gone up. Can we, Dad?"

"I've never ridden it, either. Hang on, I'll get tickets." Davis went and bought the passes to the 400-foot Ferris wheel and they got in line. It wasn't very busy right then, so they got into the car by themselves.

Once they were seated and the door closed, Yvaine seemed to take a deep breath, like she was getting ready for something. "You okay, baby?" asked Davis.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I have to tell you something, and I need you to listen, okay?"

"Okay, Yvaine. I'm listening. What's wrong, baby?"

She started, "Yes, Rod cheated and that's why I'm breaking up with him now. But I need you to know why I was with him in the first place, okay? I got together with him because I was running away. I had to get away before I..." and she just went quiet.