Daddy's Girl Wedding Prep Ch. 01

Author's Note: This is a standalone story in chapters. It combines my incest and smoking fetishes. If you enjoy dad-daughter incest, and at least don't mind smoking, I hope you enjoy this. If you detest smoking, please do not read this and then lambaste me about it. You've been warned.

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Charlie slipped the key card into the door and hauled one heavy suitcase and an overnight bag through it as his daughter followed, carrying several shopping bags. The pair made it just to the king-sized bed before plopping everything onto the carpet. They smiled at each other as they caught their breath.

Abby was slated to get married the next weekend. To make her wedding day extra special, she had wanted to spend the week in a hotel room, with no contact with her fiancé, other than by phone. Her father had, of course, insisted upon putting her up in a nice, if modest, hotel. He had also just treated her to a day of shopping for both the wedding and the honeymoon. They had stopped off at a grocery store to pick up some supplies for her stay, although he had told her she could order room service whenever she felt like.

"Phew! Sweetie, did you LITERALLY pack the kitchen sink?" he complained as he leaned on the faux-mahogany dresser.

"Shut up!" Abby yelped. She stepped over and lightly punched him in the arm before grabbing a shopping bag and stepping over to the kitchenette counter. "I'm going to be here all week, remember? You think I could just bring a pair of sweats?"

"Right. Like you own a pair of sweats," he grumbled with a wry grin.

"Fine. Yoga pants and a t-shirt. Whatever. Now, let's have a drink, shall we? Shopping is thirsty work!" The strawberry-blonde 19-year-old pulled a handle of Jack Daniels and a two-liter bottle of Diet Coke out of the bag. She found two hotel-branded coffee mugs next to the four-cup coffee maker on the counter.

As his daughter grabbed a tray of ice out of the smallish refrigerator/freezer, Charlie surveyed the room. Bland, yellowish-beige walls "decorated" with various decent watercolor landscapes, a two-person dining table next to the window, two chrome and black plastic chairs, an extra in the corner, the faux-cherry dresser he was leaning on, and a king-size bed with a thick-striped, multicolored comforter. In total, the room walked a tightrope between cheap and tawdry, and luxurious.

The room temperature was slightly chilly, so the man strode over to the sliding window and pulled it open. The early June breeze began seeping into the room. Then the man noticed an ashtray over on the two-drawer nightstand next to the bed, along with a small lamp and alarm clock.

He grabbed the ashtray and placed it on the small dining table, then pulled his pack of Marlboro Lights and Bic out before plopping down into a chair. His daughter had picked up his habit as a freshman in college. Another reason he had chosen this particular hotel was that it was in a small county just outside of town that still allowed smoking in bars, restaurants, and hotels, if the owners chose.

As he was lighting up a much-needed cigarette, Abby brought over two mugs of Jack and Coke strong enough to strip the dingy neutral paint off of the walls. "Here you go, Oscar," she chided, using her pet name for him when he was getting grouchy.

The still-handsome 44-year-old father took him up with a begrudging smile. "Thanks, honey." He raised the dark blue coffee cup up in toast.

"To my little girl's last week as a free woman," Charlie announced in a terrible British accent.

"Here here," his daughter nodded, smiling brightly.

The pair each took a couple gulps before setting their mugs back down. The man took a pull on his cigarette, inhaling the pungent smoke gratefully. Abby reached over and plucked the smoldering cylinder from between his fingers to take a drag of her own. As he watched his beautiful girl-next-door looking daughter sucking on the filter, he shook his head at how mature and elegant she looked. Sexy, even. It seemed like just last week that they had been building pillow and blanket forts together...

Abby huffed out her smoke and then went over to her suitcase, hefting it onto the bed. "So, you want to order some pizza or something?"

Charlie frowned and looked at the time on his phone. "Abbs, we've been shopping since 10:00 this morning. I figured I'd head on home and let you get all settled in, maybe turn in early tonight."

The young woman stood back up, put her hands on her hips, and glared at him mockingly. "You are NOT pooping out on me yet, Daddy! It's only 6:00 and we've got a jug of whiskey! Besides, would you rather go home to an empty house and watch FOOTBALL, or hang out with your super-awesome daughter?"

Her father laughed heartily. "Well, SOMEONE sure thinks highly of herself. But I guess you're a little bit awesome, and it's still preseason. But I'm still full from that lunch. I'll order pizza if you want, but..."

Abby smiled to herself at her small victory as she began pulling out her bras and panties. Her father grabbed the TV remote and flipped it to the hotel channel guide the moment he saw a midnight-blue lacy bra.

"Nah, I'm good. Still a little full myself, and thanks to my fabulous father, I've got plenty of my favorite snacks. It'll only take me about 15 minutes to unpack, and then maybe we can find a movie or something. You know, Netflix and chill?"

It took a moment for the reference to register with Charlie. "Funny girl." She cocked her head and gave him an impish grin that made him wonder how much she was joking...

Ten minutes later, Abby was sufficiently unpacked. she topped off both of their cocktails, then sat down across the small table from her dad. She grabbed his pack of Marlboro Lights and disposable lighter. The man looked away, but watched out of the corner of her eye as she confidently puffed the cigarette to life, then took a cheek-hollowing drag and inhaled.

"Thanks again for everything today, Daddy," she purred, smoke trailing out of her mouth like tiny wraiths. "You're the best."

Her father actually blushed, but gave her a quick nod. "Welcome, princess. I've waited your entire life to sell you off, so I want you to enjoy your last week of freedom. Then you're Brett's problem."

"Aaaaand you're the WORST," she retorted, rolling her eyes. "Ooh! I want to try on some of my honeymoon stuff for you!" Taking another quick puff, she dropped her cigarette into the ashtray and hopped up.

"Honey, I already SAW everything. I've been with you for the last eight hours, remember?"

"Yeah, but you didn't see it all ON me, silly. I want you to be an honest and impartial judge. Just tell me if something makes me look fat."

I'm not sure a Hefty trash bag could make you look fat, princess, the father thought to himself.

Abby practically skipped over to the small mountain of shopping bags, which she had yet to unpack. She grabbed one from a small boutique and another from Victoria's Secret. That last trip had been one of the most uncomfortable hours in Charlie's life to date.

The strawberry-blonde stepped over to the full bathroom and closed the door behind her, bags in hand. "Gimme two minutes!"

The man took a couple swigs from his cocktail, then a hit on his cigarette, shaking his head. His daughter was going to be trying on swimwear and lingerie for him. I should have gone when I had the chance, he chastised himself.

When the bathroom door reopened, Charlie looked over as his daughter posed in the doorway and tried not to let his jaw hit the table. The curvy, but toned young woman had let her reddish-gold hair down from the messy knot that she'd had it up in. She was wearing the nearly-neon green bikini with light blue trim that he had suggested for her at the boutique, draped with a matching membrane-thin paisley wrap. Welp, I was right, he thought. His daughter would have looked perfectly at home on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue.

Charlie whistled melodramatically, trying to be funny to hide his true feelings. "Wow, sweetheart. You... you look..." His mouth continued to move, but nothing came out as his brain rebooted.

The girl smiled so broadly it looked as if her head might split in two. "I'll take that as, 'You look amazing, Abbs'," she cooed as she sashayed over to where he was sitting.

Her father nodded, then gulped at his Jack and Coke, suddenly uncomfortable as his penis began to swell in his khaki shorts. "Yes, sweetie. That's what it means."

Although he had seen how skimpy the set was, he truly hadn't been able to imagine it on his little girl. But as she stood a little too close to him and bent over to grab one of his cigarettes, he couldn't help but notice that the little triangles that comprised her bikini top covered only about 25% of her full, perfectly hanging C-cup breasts. The man had only learned her cup size when they'd gone to Victoria's secret earlier. He would have guessed her as a D, but she tended to wear loose-fitting clothing that hid her true figure. And he hadn't seen her naked since...

Charlie shook his head to clear it as Abby puffed her Marlboro Light to life. "So, it gets your official daddy seal of approval then?" she chided, more to get him to look at her than to fish for compliments. She stood back up to take a longer drag, then inhaled deeply, puffing her ample chest out even more. Her father tried not to stare as she blew a swirling filigree towards the open window before taking a couple swigs of her cocktail.

He slowly shook his head and let out a deep breath. "I guess so. But I don't know how Brett is going to feel about you wearing that in public."

"It's not THAT bad, Daddy. Did you see that pink one? Besides, Brett's going to be golfing a lot when we're on Kauai. He won't even know what I'm wearing. I'll have a lot of time to myself on the beach."

"He's actually going to be GOLFING on your honeymoon?" Charlie asked incredulously, now openly staring as his daughter casually twirled and swayed. She was enjoying both her new bikini and the effect it was having on her father.

The 19-year-old grabbed their nearly-empty mugs and turned to refill them. She made sure to swing her hips like a runway model, knowing that the man would be staring at her tush, trailing smoke behind her. "That's the only reason we're going there," she replied, shrugging. "I'd rather stay on the Big Island or in Maui the whole time, but he's been wanting to golf on Kauai since we picked Hawaii. It's fine, really. We'll probably need a break from each other by then anyway."

Charlie stared at his daughter's toned ass as she topped off their drinks with pure whiskey and a couple fresh ice cubes. He subconsciously covered the lump in his crotch with his forearms. The bikini bottom covered only a small portion of her toned buttocks. But he remembered the pink suit she had mentioned and shuddered to think of her lounging on the beach in THAT crotch floss.

"Sweetie, you're making your old man a bit... uncomfortable in that... thing. Maybe you could put on something a little less revealing?"

The young woman beamed at the unintended compliment. "Oh, come on, Daddy, RELAX! This might be our last time ever, just you and me, hanging out together, having fun, you know? Besides, maybe I LIKE making you... uncomfortable."

The father couldn't help but stare as his daughter snagged his cigarette from the ashtray and took a long, seductive drag on it while keeping her eyes on his. She inhaled deeply, then slowly blew a quivering stream just over his head.

"So let's just enjoy being alone together one last time before you 'sell me off'," she concluded with a wink and a big smile before handing him the Marlboro and turning towards the restroom.

Charlie shook his head in amusement, wondering if his daughter truly knew HOW uncomfortable she was making him. For his sake, he hoped she was changing back into the outfit she'd been shopping in all day. Or at least something a little more modest. While she was in the restroom, the man finished his cigarette and his cocktail, his head beginning to swim from both the booze and the situation.