“It’s about time,” he teased, hearing me trod down. “What took so long?”
I rounded the corner and stood in front of him, feeling very exposed. He was speechless, staring at me from the couch, his eyes wide.
“Do- do you like it?” I stammered, afraid he’d chastise my look and hate me.
“What’s, ah, I mean, why did you- where…” he sputtered, not really saying anything. “Yeah, I like it,” he finally announced.
Feeling brave, I approached him, grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast, then kissed daddy. Pressed firm against him, I parted my lips and my tongue darted out, caressing his.
He wrenched his hand from my chest and held me away. “What the hell are you doing?” he exclaimed, jumping up from his seat.
Tears filled my eyes and I was scared, knowing I’d behaved wrongly. “I, I want you, daddy. Don’t you want me?” I sniffed, covering myself as best as I could. I felt ridiculous.
Several minutes went by as he paced the living room. “Of course I want you,” he said at last. “But- it’s, it’s wrong, Abby. We can’t. You’re my daughter, and, and-” He couldn’t say more, dumbfounded at the situation.
“Is it because I’m ugly, daddy? I’m not pretty like the other girls? I’m sorry, daddy, I’m so sorry,” I sobbed, throwing myself on the couch.
“Oh darling,” he began softly, watching me cry. “You’re an angel, a gorgeous princess to be revered and worshipped. I’ve often thought about you in… well, in inappropriate ways and of course I’ve wondered what it would be like to- um, to be with you like that.”
His admittance was startling; I didn’t know he’d fantasized about me before, though it seemed obvious now from the special touches and comments he’d given me through the years.
He crouched on the floor, staring at me, stroking my thigh reassuringly. “Have you really thought about it, baby? Are you sure it’s something you want, I mean from me?”
“It is, daddy. I really want this,” I promised decisively.
Daddy waited and thought. “Okay,” he whispered eventually, his voice catching in his throat at the simple word.
I was sexually inept and very inexperienced. “I’ve- I’ve never been with a boy, daddy,” I mumbled, embarrassed at my innocence. My eyes stared at the floor, refusing to see the disappointment I was sure he had.
He sat down on the couch beside me and stroked my back understandingly. “It’s okay, princess. We’ll go slow,” he explained calmly. “You know, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
I knew he was hesitant and wondering if we should cross this last boundary that separated the forbidden.
“No, I want to, I just don’t know how,” I responded with a bit more confidence.
Daddy was quiet for a moment, then I felt his hand slide further down my back. It teetered on the bottom hem of my blouse, fingering the last button on the back. I turned away from him, giving daddy a better angle. One by one, the buttons were undone and soon the shirt slipped from my shoulders.
Momentarily ashamed of my body, I pulled the small piece of fabric across my chest, hiding the white-lace bra that carefully held my breasts.