Loving Daughter

LOVING DAUGHTER

CHAPTER 1

Pete and his daughter Stacy left to go to the art exhibit over in Billings. His wife Shannon didn't go. She rarely went anywhere with them. She always had some excuse why she couldn't. Too much to do, somewhere she had to be, wasn't feeling well, or some other reason. Pete and Stacy have a good relationship, always have. Stacy and her mother, not so much. For whatever reason they just never bonded. Pete had always loved doing things with his daughter. They went a lot of places together and did a lot of things together. He was always there at her school functions, her volleyball games, her recitals, whatever she was doing he was involved. He loved his daughter very much and she loved him. Shannon had gone to these things for a while but less and less as time went on. And Stacy and her Mom seemed to drift apart as Stacy became a teenager.

Shannon did go to Stacy's graduation, but it seemed like it was reluctantly. Almost as if she felt like she had to but didn't want to. Oh, they were civil to each other, and talked to each other, but there was no bond. Pete never understood this. He had asked Shannon about it a few times, but she always blew it off as him making a big deal out of nothing. He asked Stacy about it and she said, "Oh. We get along okay. It always seemed like Mom didn't really want a daughter so I just kept my distance. But I'm extremely grateful you and I have such a good relationship."

Pete, Shannon, and Stacy live in a nice house in a small midwest town. Pete is an electrical engineer and makes a good living. Shannon worked for a few years when they first married but decided she wanted to stay home and Pete made enough money that she was able to do that. Pete is now 43, and Shannon is 42. Stacy just turned 19. She wants to take a year off before going to college. Pete tried to discourage this but gave in with her promise that she would go to school next year. She said she just wanted a year free from the rigors of school for a little bit.

She got a job as a waitress at a classy restaurant and made good tips. She was a pretty girl and had a great personality. And a good work ethic. She never took off unless it was for a really good reason. She's about 5 ft. 10, tall for a girl. She weighs 128 lbs., has black hair, and hazel eyes. She has a good figure. She was always popular with the other kids at school.

CHAPTER 2

Back to this day that Pete and Stacy were going to the art exhibit. Stacy had a couple of paintings in the show. And another one that she was taking with her today. Or, rather, was supposed to. They had been on the road about 20 minutes when she said, "Oh no! I forgot the picture. It's still downstairs in the studio."

"It's okay. We've got plenty of time. We'll go back and get it"

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I guess I was just so excited that I didn't even think about it."

"Don't worry about it, Sweetie. It's not a problem."

He turned around and they went back home to get her painting. She had a studio in the basement that he had set up for her. Art is what she was going to study at school. He parked in the driveway and she said, "I'll be right back. You don't need to come in, I can get it."

"I'll come in, too. I want to change shoes. These new ones aren't very comfortable. Not broken in yet."

They went into the house. The sight they were greeted with shocked them both. Pete's wife, Stacy's mother, was laying on the couch naked as a jaybird. Reverend Jackson, the black preacher from the church they attended, was also naked, and was between her legs pumping his cock in and out of her.

Stacy screamed, "Mom! What the fuck!!?"

Pete went over, punched Jackson in the mouth, and yelled, "Get the fuck out of here! Shannon, what in God's name are you doing!?"

Jackson grabbed his pants and shirt and went out the door carrying them. Hopefully he put them on outside the door before going up the street. Shannon picked up her panties and pulled them on. Then as she was putting her pants on she said, "I can explain."

Stacy had run to her room crying. Pete said, "There's no explanation necessary. I know perfectly well what you were doing. How long has this been going on?"

Shannon ran to her bedroom. Pete went to the door of the bedroom. "I'm taking Stacy to her show. We'll discuss this when we get back!"

He went to Stacy's door, "Come on, Sweetie. We gotta go."

"We're still going!?"

"Yes. I have to get out of here. Grab your painting and let's go."

Stacy got her painting from her studio and they left. Neither spoke for a little while. At last Stacy asked, "Daddy, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine, Sweetie. Are you?"

"I don't know. I mean, what the hell!? Mom was fucking Reverend Jackson!"

"Sweetie, you shouldn't use such language."

"Dammit, Daddy! How can you be so calm? You saw it the same as I did."

"Yes. I know. And I'm just as upset as you are. But, I'm not going to let this ruin your big day. I am angry. I'll deal with it later. I'm too angry to talk about it right now."

They were silent again. Then from Stacy, "That fucking bitch."

"Stacy. Don't talk like that about your mother. I know you're angry. And confused. But you shouldn't say those things."

"Fuck that! I hate her!"

"I've never heard you use that kind of language."

"Well, I'm using it now. She's a piece of shit! I hope they both rot in hell!"

"Stacy, honey. Let's just forget about all that for now and focus on your show. Enjoy your success and live in the moment. Can we do that?"

"I'll try."

CHAPTER 3

The show went well. Stacy's paintings drew a lot of attention. And the one she took with her the curator said he would like to keep there for a while if she didn't mind. He thought he may be able to sell it for her.

They actually were able to put what had happened out of their mind enough to enjoy the show and Stacy's success. But on the ride home it came crashing back in. They talked about it and Pete told Stacy that he had told her mother they would talk about it when they got home. Stacy said, "I don't understand, Daddy. Why did she do that?"

"I don't know, Baby. But I hope to find out."

Pete thought about how their sex life had all but died years ago. After Stacy was born it seemed that Shannon always 'had a headache' or was 'too tired', or it was 'that time of the month', or any number of other excuses. He had finally quit asking, and they only had sex when she asked, "Are you in the mood?" Then she pretty much just laid there until he was done. He thought now that she probably had done it then just so he wouldn't think anything was wrong. That happened maybe once every other month. He also thought about all the times he had come home and Reverend Jackson and Shannon were sitting there having coffee and 'visiting'. And the nights she said she was going to the church to help with various things. And that led him to remembering other times he had come home and other men had been there. And she always had a plausible reason they were there, whether it be church related, or talking about some home repair, or whatever. Had she been sleeping with them, also?

Stacy was having the same thoughts, as she also had come home to see other men there. She was thinking her mother was a slut. A tramp. A whore. She started crying. She said, "Daddy, I think there were others, too." And she expressed the very things he had been thinking.

"I'm sorry you saw that, Sweetie. Please don't let it consume your thoughts. We'll get some answers and go from there. You decide what your relationship with her is from here on out."

"Oh, I'm done. She's never really been there for me. And now I'm beginning to see why. The kind of person she really is." She leaned over the console and laid her head on her Dad's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Daddy."

"Me too, Sweetie. Me too."

CHAPTER 4

Shannon was not there when they got home. Pete called her cell and told her he would be gone all weekend. He was going to stay at a hotel. Stacy went and stayed with her friend Sonya for the weekend. Sonya was one of the waitresses she worked with. When they both returned home Sunday evening Shannon was there.

Stacy went to her room without speaking to her mother. After Pete told Shannon of his suspicions she finally admitted that it had been going on for a while. And, yes, there had been others. She said she didn't know how it started, it just did. Pete said he was willing to put it behind them and start fresh. But she said that she had been unhappy for a long time and now that it was out in the open she felt it best to move on. And she left.

Pete and Stacy had quite a long conversation that night about what had happened and what they were going to do. They comforted each other and promised they would be there for each other. Stacy was actually supposed to work that evening but she got another girl to cover her shift. One of the rare occasions she did that.

Monday they both went back to work and tried to get on with their lives.

Pete and Stacy slowly got a routine and a schedule worked out for the cooking and stuff to do. They had had a housekeeper coming in for a while already and he continued that. They usually avoided any conversation about Shannon, but it had to be talked about to some extent as they both had trouble dealing with their feelings about it.

Shannon's Dad called Pete to find out what had happened. Shannon wouldn't tell them. Pete said, "I'd rather not discuss it. If she wants to tell you it's fine, but I'm not going to say." Her mother reached out to Stacy, but Stacy wouldn't say, either. She and her Dad had decided not to give anybody any information, only to say that it didn't work out.

In a couple of months they were settled into their new lifestyle and were doing pretty well. Pete did all the bill paying, they both did laundry, and they took turns cooking, depending on what nights Stacy worked. Sometimes Pete went to the restaurant where she worked and had dinner there. They were becoming happy again.

Stacy was usually home if she wasn't working. She didn't have a boyfriend. She went on a date occasionally but none of them ever turned into anything more than just a date, as she knew she would be leaving for school again soon. And her job required working nights, so it was hard to form any kind of lasting relationship.

Some evenings when she wasn't working, after dinner and whatever else needed to be done, Stacy would go down to her studio and paint. Other evenings she and Pete might watch a movie together, or maybe play a game.

CHAPTER 5

Pete got to wondering one day and couldn't shut his brain off. He didn't like the thoughts he was having and tried to ignore them, but they kept coming back. He knew that Shannon had been screwing around for quite some time. "How long?", he wondered. "10 years? 15? 20? Stacy's almost 19 now. Oh shit! You know? She doesn't look like me in any way. Hair color, eye color, I'm not tall like her. Could it be that I'm not her father?" He tried to dismiss these thoughts. He decided that it didn't matter, anyway. That he loved her and always would. She had always been his daughter and still is.

But the thoughts wouldn't go away. He had to know. Like he had decided, it wouldn't matter, but he had to know. He got some hair from her hairbrush and took it to a friend of his who had a connection with a lab that could do DNA analysis. And also, he grabbed a bandaid from the trash that she had worn after cutting her finger on a knife cutting up some veggies one night. He suffered for about 2 weeks waiting for the results. Finally he got the results. Stacy is his daughter.

He was ecstatic. It was Friday. He was at work and called her to see if she was working that night. She wasn't. He asked if she'd like to go out to dinner? "Sure. Why? What's up?"

"Nothing. I'm just feeling festive and want to take my daughter out for a nice meal and an enjoyable evening. Mario's okay?"

"Wow! Fancy. I can't turn that down." Mario's is an upscale restaurant in the next town over. Pretty expensive, but great food. He called and made a reservation for 2 at 7 PM.

When he got home from work he showered, shaved and dressed for dinner. Being an upscale restaurant people usually dressed nice to go there. He wore slacks, a white shirt, and a blazer. He waited in the living room for Stacy to finish getting ready. She came out looking beautiful. She wore a knee length, white, sleeveless dress with some kind of sparkly things on it. It was low cut in the back but came almost to her neck in the front. She wore earrings and a necklace. White shoes. She looked quite elegant.

"Wow! You look beautiful," Pete said. "You've grown into quite a lovely young lady."

"Thank you, Daddy. You look very nice, also."

The meal was wonderful. Pete had 2 glasses of wine with his meal, and Stacy drank sparkling water. There was no talk of Shannon. Mostly they talked about Stacy's art, her job, and her upcoming school.

When they got home it was a little after 9, so they both changed into their pajamas and sat down to watch a movie. Stacy sat beside her Dad with her head on his shoulder and his arm around her shoulders. They both eventually fell asleep. When Pete woke up Stacy's head was in his lap. He hated to disturb her but he had to wake her up and tell her it was bedtime. "Sorry," she said, "I guess I fell asleep."

"I did, too. I just woke up. I guess we were tired."

He tucked her in and kissed her on the cheek as had become a habit since all that had occurred. "Good night, Sweetie. I love you."

"I love you, too, Daddy. Good night."

CHAPTER 6

One evening about a week later Stacy said, "Dad, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Sweetie. What is it?"

"Well, it's something I've been thinking about. It's hard to bring it up, but I can't seem to let it go."

"You know you can ask me anything. And we can talk about anything you need to talk about."

"Thanks. And please don't take this the wrong way. But we know that my mother had been sleeping around for quite a while."

"Yeah. That's right."

"Well, the thought occurred to me, and won't go away, that... well... I wondered if there's any possibility that you aren't my biological father. I mean, it doesn't matter. I love you regardless. And you'll always be my Daddy. But it's just something that's been nagging at my brain. I hope that doesn't upset you."

Pete held up his hand to silence her. And he kind of chuckled. "It's okay, Sugar. I wasn't going to say anything because I didn't want to upset you either. But I wondered the same thing. So I had a DNA analysis done on some hair from your brush and a band-aid you had used. I am your father."

"Oh, thank God! Like I said, it wouldn't matter, but I'm really glad to hear that." They were sitting on the couch and she got up and sat on his lap and they hugged. "I love you so much, Daddy."

"I love you, too, Sweetpea."

Then she got up and said she was going to her studio to work for a little while.

"Well, don't be too long. It's almost 9 o'clock now."

"I won't. I just had an idea and I wanted to sketch it out before it slipped away."

She went downstairs and Pete showered and put on his pajamas. He sat down to watch a little TV before bed.

Stacy came back up in about 45 minutes. She showered and came out to join her Dad. She had her PJ's on, as well. A pair of gym shorts and a tank top. As usual she laid her head on her Dad's shoulder and he put his arm around her. In a very short time she had fallen asleep and her head was sliding down, so he scooted over enough to allow her to lay her head in his lap. He stroked her hair and looked at her as she lay there sleeping. She looked so calm and peaceful. And also so beautiful. He thought what a beautiful young lady she was turning into. Internally as well as physically. Her long black hair lay around her shoulders. Her pretty face looked serene.

He watched the TV show for a little while. He felt his daughter stirring. He looked down and she was smiling. He knew she must be dreaming. He smiled, also, and pushed the hair out of her face and laid his hand on her arm. He rubbed it up and down. When the show was over he woke her and told her it was time for bed. He tucked her in and kissed her forehead.

CHAPTER 7

Stacy and Pete went to a play that the local theatre troupe was putting on. Shakespeare's Macbeth. It was at 5 Saturday evening. They loved it. They had dinner at a steakhouse on the way home. Stacy painted for a little while when they got home. Pete worked on a rocking chair he was restoring in the garage. It had been his grandfather's. He went in and showered about 9 and Stacy was just coming up from the studio. She went to change into her pajamas. Then they sat down to watch a TV show they had started watching and both enjoyed.

Stacy skipped the preliminaries tonight and just laid her head in his lap right off. "Do you mind?"

"Of course not. That's usually where you end up anyway." They both laughed.

He stroked her hair as they watched the show. And as was usual she fell asleep. When she stirred he glanced down at her. She rolled over and lay facing him now. Tonight she had put on a nightgown. Not a sexy nightgown or anything, just a plain pink cotton affair with bunny rabbits on it. He smiled at the childishness of it. He gazed down at her for a minute. She truly was a very pretty girl. Her night gown had pulled up and he saw her red panties. He reached down to pull it down to cover her. He thought, "She has very pretty legs." His fingers brushed her leg just a little and he thought, "Very soft and smooth, too."

He went back to watching the show. He soon realized that he was rubbing his daughter's leg again. He jerked his hand back. And saw that her red panties were visible again. He pulled her nightgown down to cover them again. He also realized that her face was in his crotch and his penis was waking up. It wasn't hard, but it was awake. He thought about trying to carry her to bed so she wouldn't have to wake up but decided she was way too big for him to do that without waking her. So he woke her up and led her to her room, tucked her in, and kissed her on the nose. She was barely awake. She just smiled when he said, "Good night, Sugar. Love you."

CHAPTER 8

Stacy worked every night the next week. One of the other girls was sick and they asked her to fill in. She did so willingly. The shifts were from 4 to 11. She was dead tired when she got home and went straight to bed. Most nights Pete was already in bed when she got home. She would poke her head in and say good night if he was awake.

She had been scheduled to work Saturday and Sunday nights that week originally, but the girl that had been sick was back and said she would take her weekend shifts if she wanted so she could have some time off and the other girl could make up some of her lost tips. Stacy readily agreed. She was ready for a day off. She slept until 10 Saturday morning.

Then she and her Dad went shopping. They got all the groceries and supplies for the next week. Then she went out with a girlfriend. They just went out and had dinner and talked because they hadn't done that in a while. Her friend had a date that night so she couldn't stay long anyway. So Stacy was home by 5. She dressed up a little bit when she went out with her friend. She wore a green, black, and red plaid skirt that came about halfway to her knees, a white blouse, green socks, and tennis shoes. Pete told her she looked really nice.

They had a late dinner that evening. About 7. Just grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. Stacy had eaten a late lunch and Pete did, too. He hadn't eaten lunch until about 2. Then they sat down and played gin rummy. Stacy won.

Pete sat down to read for a while. Stacy said that sounded like a good idea. She had not done much reading for a while. She got a novel that she had bought a while back and sat down to read, also. Pete kicked off his shoes and put his feet up on a hassock. Stacy put her feet on the coffee table.. Pete got up in a little while to get something to drink. "Can I get you anything, Sweetie?"

"Uhh, yeah. A coke would be nice. Thanks."

He got himself a glass of iced tea, and put Coke and ice in a glass for Stacy. She had turned and was leaning against some pillows on the arm of the couch and had her feet stretched out on it. He handed her glass to her and she said, "Oh. Sorry. I guess I took your spot."

She went to sit up and he said, "No. That's fine. Put your feet in my lap. I don't mind." He lifted her feet, sat down, and laid her feet in his lap. He picked up his book, held it in one hand, and massaged her feet with the other one.

"Mmmm, that feels good," she purred.

"Wanna take your socks off and let them puppies breathe a little?", he asked. He pulled her socks off of her feet when she said that sounded good. They sat reading and he rubbed her feet. She was still wearing the same clothes she had on earlier. Pete soon realized he was now rubbing her leg instead of her feet. He jerked his hand back.

"Why'd you stop? That felt good. My feet and legs get so tired at work, and that felt really good."

"Oh. Okay." He went back to rubbing her feet and calves. In a little while he saw her lay her book on her chest. He looked and she had closed her eyes and was just relaxing. Or falling asleep. He smiled and went back to reading. And rubbing her feet and legs. Her breathing became shallow and her head rolled to the side. It looked like she was asleep. Again he smiled.

He felt her moving around a little bit. She pulled one of her feet up and put it beside him with her leg bent. He looked over at her. With her leg drawn up like that her skirt had pulled up and he could see up her dress. He saw her black panties. He looked up at her face, then back down at her panties.

"Wow!, he thought, "She truly is a beauty. But what am I doing looking up her dress like that? She's my fucking daughter." But no matter how hard he tried to focus on his book, he kept looking again and again.

He picked up her foot and put it back in his lap to take away the view. But her skirt was still hiked up so far that he could still see her panties. He tried to read some more and just rub her feet and calves and soon realized that his hand was going higher and higher and was now on her thigh. He lifted her feet and got up. Again he realized that his penis had been stirring. He went to the bathroom and peed and came back and woke her up.

She said, "I'm sorry. I just keep on falling asleep on you."

"No problem. It's about bedtime anyway." They rinsed their glasses, straightened the couch cushions, and headed for bed. Again Pete tucked his daughter in and kissed her, this time on the lips. "Good night, Sweetpea. Love you."

"Good night, Daddy. Love you, too."

CHAPTER 9

The following weekend Stacy went shopping. It was almost summer and she said she needed some new summer clothes. She was gone about 2 hours. She came home carrying three bags from 3 different stores. Pete was in his room swapping out his clothes for his summer stuff. She had gotten him in the mood by saying she was going to get summer clothes.

On the way to her room she saw him and stopped to tell him she was home. He saw the bags, laughed, and said, "You didn't mess around, did you? When you go shopping, you're serious."

She laughed also and said, "No, I don't mess around. I'm like that TV commercial about the lawyers. I. Mean. Business." They both laughed. "Wanna see what I got?"

"Yeah. Sure." She pulled the stuff out of the bags and showed him. He said they all looked very nice and that she would look good in them.

In about 15 minutes she came back and said, "Daddy, What do you think of this outfit? Is it too revealing? I want to look sexy, but not slutty. Know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I understand." He looked at her outfit. It was a short, white skirt, kind of like you see tennis players wear. And a red, sleeveless, form fitting tank top. "Oh yeah. You got the sexy part down pat. And, no, it's not slutty. You look great. Just be careful when you sit or bend over, though. The skirt is a little short. But it looks great."

She smiled, "Thank you. Can I get your opinion on some others?"

"Sure."

She came back wearing short, khaki colored shorts, and a brown pullover shirt that left her belly bare. "How about this one?"

He turned. "Oh yeah. Nice. I like it."

Next she wore a dress. Dark blue, low cut in the back and front both. It hung to about 6 inches above her knees. It showed her back to her waist and the tops of her tits. It hugged her curves very nicely. Quite sexy. "I got this one for when I go out. If I ever do."

"Nice!! I like it. Very pretty. You and the dress both. And you and I will go out if you don't go out with anybody else."

"Thank you, Daddy." She then put on a pair of black, skin tight spandex shorts and a white blouse tied up under her breasts.

"Umm Hmm. Umm Hmm. Turn. Yeah. Very nice indeed. You look fabulous, Sweetie. Looks like you had a very successful shopping trip."

She came back again and asked, "What do you think of my bikini? Is it too much? Show too much skin?"

He turned and looked. He felt like his eyes grew wider and his mouth opened, but he hoped they didn't. His daughter stood there in a black and white patterned bikini. The top covered her breasts but a fair amount spilled out over the top. It had a string tie in the back holding it on. The bottom covered her mound and only part of her ass cheeks. It, too, had ties on either side. She looked sexy as hell. Pete said, slowly, "Uhh. Yeah. I like it. You look great. But it is pretty revealing. Is that really the look you want?"

"I know. It's too much, isn't it? I knew it when I bought it. But it looked so good on the mannequin. I think I'll return it. But I got another one that's not quite as 'over the top'.

She changed into the other bikini she had bought. It was more conservative, but still looked very good, and very sexy. It was red, yellow, and orange. It covered her breasts better and had straps around her neck and back both. The bottom covered her cheeks better and had about an inch of fabric on the sides on her hips, also. It was not near as revealing, but with her body she still looked sexy as hell in it. "Yeah. I like that much better," Pete said. "The other one was nice, but it was a little slutty."

"Yeah, I like this one better, too. Just one last thing, then I'll leave you alone."

She came back wearing a sundress. Nothing fancy. Just a plain sundress. White with sunflowers on it. Straps that went over her shoulders, loose fitting, came to halfway down her thighs, showed a little cleavage and some skin on her back. She looked good in it. "Yes. I like it. Very nice. And it looks cool and comfortable."

"It is. I like it, too. Thank you for your input."

"My pleasure, Sweetie."

CHAPTER 10

When they were eating dinner Pete asked, "Want to go to a movie tonight? Give you a chance to wear that new dress you got for going out. Or whatever you want to wear."

"Yeah. That sounds like fun. What's playing?"

"No idea. I just thought it might be fun to go out. We'll have to look and see." They looked up the local theaters and found one they'd like to see and decided on the 9 PM showing.

Stacy did wear her new blue dress. With black shoes, pantyhose, earrings and a necklace. And she put on some perfume that smelled divine. She looked very nice. A couple of guys tried flirting with her when they were going in but she blew them off. They got popcorn and soft drinks and settled in to watch the movie. After finishing their popcorn Stacy leaned over against her Dad's shoulder and he put his arm around her. She laid her hand on his leg. She reached up and took hold of his hand. As she held his hand it had the effect of pulling it down onto her breast. She never seemed to notice. Or figured it was inadvertent. She didn't react or say anything, anyway.

They got home about 11 PM after the movie and both were ready for bed. So they went in and did their nightly ritual of brushing their teeth, putting on PJ's, and whatever else they always did. Pete knocked on Stacy's door and went in when she said, "Come in."

He said, "I had a really good time tonight. Thank you."

"Me, too. Thank you for asking me to go."

He tucked her in, kissed her on the lips again, and said, "Good night, Sweetpea. I love you. See you in the morning."

"Good night, Daddy. I love you, too."

In the morning Pete was in the kitchen drinking coffee and reading the newspaper when Stacy got up. She came in still in her pajamas. The gym shorts and tank top. Her hair was disheveled. "Good morning, Daddy."

"Good morning, Sunshine. Sleep well?"

"Yeah. I need coffee."

"It's ready. Help yourself." She got a cup and sat down.

After their first cup Stacy asked, "Want me to make breakfast?"

"No. But we can make breakfast. I'll do the bacon and eggs if you'll make toast and pour the juice."

"Well, that doesn't sound fair. You're doing most of the work."

"Yeah, maybe. But, to be honest, you don't look like you're even awake yet. Are you okay?"

"To tell you the truth I don't feel the best. Not really sick, just kind of blah."

"I'm sorry. Are you coming down with something?"

"I hope not. But I don't think so. Like I said, not really sick, just not good."

Pete felt her forehead and said she didn't feel like she had a fever. "You just sit tight, I'll make breakfast."

"Thanks, Daddy. But I think all I want is maybe a piece of toast."

"Okay. And drink some orange juice. That might help." She did. He just had a bowl of cereal instead of cooking. Then he said, "Why don't you go back to bed and get some more rest? Might do you good."

She went and laid down. Pete got online and paid some bills, and put a load of laundry in. He peeked in and saw that Stacy was asleep and went to the store to get more laundry detergent. He had just used the last of it and she had hers to do yet. He took his time and was gone about an hour.

When he got back he checked on her again. She was still asleep. He switched the laundry to the dryer and stripped his bed and threw the sheets and pillowcases and towels in the washer. Stacy came out of her bedroom about an hour later. It was now almost 11 AM. She looked much better, her hair was brushed and she was dressed. He asked, "How you feeling?"

"Much better, actually. That was weird. Here one minute, gone the next. I mean, I don't think it's completely gone, whatever it was, but I do feel a lot better."

"Good. I'm glad to hear that. Do you need anything? Ready to eat?"

"Thank you. No, I don't need anything, but I think I could use something to eat now. But I got it. You don't need to fix anything. I think I just want a bowl of fruit."

"That's probably a good idea. Something light and healthy, too."

"I hear the washer running. I gotta do that today, too."

"I thought you might. I went to the store while you were asleep and got another bottle of detergent. I used the last of it. But you sit tight. I'll do it. You need to take it easy and get over whatever you got."

"No. I'm fine. You don't need to be doing my laundry for me. I can do it. Besides, you know how picky women are about their laundry. Got to be washed at a certain temperature, everything separated, dried at a certain temperature, for a certain amount of time, folded a certain way, and on and on. But thank you."

Pete laughed. "Yeah, I know. You girls are a lot of trouble. But worth every minute of it. Are you sure you're up to it? I don't mind doing it. And I'll do it the way you tell me."

"Thank you. But I'm fine. Really. I really do feel much better now."

She ate her fruit while Pete got his laundry from the dryer and switched the sheets and stuff from the washer to the dryer. Stacy put her laundry in the washer and started it again.

Pete put his laundry away and put clean bedclothes on his bed while waiting for the dryer to finish. When it did he got the sheets out and Stacy helped him fold them. He went out to the garage and did a little more sanding on the rocking chair he was refinishing.

He went in at 1 o'clock to get some lunch. Stacy was folding a load of laundry and had another in the dryer. He and Stacy just had a salad for lunch. That seemed like a pretty safe choice in case her belly was bad. It sat just fine with her. After lunch she finished her laundry and Pete put a coat of varnish on the rocking chair. He came in afterwards and took a shower. Then sat down to relax and read.

Stacy came in while he was reading and sat down beside him, hugged him, and kissed his cheek. "What was that for?", he asked."

"Just because I love you. You were so sweet to me this morning when I didn't feel good, and I got to thinking. You've been really, really sweet to me my whole life, and I took it for granted. Mom never helped me like you do. And never took care of me when I was sick. Never took any interest in my life. It was always you. And still is. And I never realized how much you do for me. I'm sorry for that."

"That's what fathers do, Sweetie. And you're a wonderful daughter. Always have been."

"Yeah. But Mom never did those things."

"Let's not talk about her. That chapter of both of our lives is over. Let's just focus on us."

Stacy hugged her Dad and said, "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Sweetpea."

CHAPTER 11

That evening, after dinner, and cleaning up, Stacy asked "Are we going to watch our show tonight?"

"Oh yeah. I had forgotten that it comes on tonight." It came on at 9. Before it started Pete said he was going to put his pajamas on and get comfortable.

"That sounds like a good idea. Especially since I always fall asleep anyway. But I shouldn't tonight. I slept half the day."

Pete changed and got a glass of iced tea for himself and a Coke with ice for Stacy, and sat down and turned the TV on. Although it wasn't quite time for the show yet. Stacy came out a few minutes later. "Wow! Look at you. Is that new?"

"Yeah. I bought it when I got all that other stuff. I thought it was sexy and I like to look sexy sometimes. I know it's stupid. Since I don't have a boyfriend or anything. But I just wanted something pretty. What do you think? I didn't show you this the other day."

"I think it's beautiful. I think you're beautiful. And it's definitely sexy. And you deserve something pretty. I'm glad you got something that makes you happy."

"I already got something that makes me happy. My Daddy."

She was wearing a red, lacy, transparent nightie. With a red bra and panties underneath. The nightie only came down to just below her butt cheeks. It hung over her shoulders on spaghetti straps and left her upper chest bare. It left quite a bit of her bare. "Anyway, I just wanted your opinion. I haven't worn it yet and decided to put it on to see how it looks. I'm glad you like it. I'll go change now."

"No. Don't. Keep it on. You look fantastic. You said you wanted to look sexy, and you do. So enjoy it."

She smiled and said, "Okay. I do like it. It makes me feel good." She sat down beside him. "Oh, I see you brought me a Coke. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

It was time for their show. Stacy snuggled up next to her Dad and put her head on his shoulder, as she always does. Pete couldn't keep up with the show. He was distracted by his beautiful, half naked daughter. He knew he shouldn't feel that way about her, but dammit, she made it impossible not to. Was she teasing him? Was she even aware what effect she had on him? He was sure she wasn't aware of it. Why would she be? He was her father, he wouldn't think of her in that way. And of course she wasn't teasing him, because of course she wouldn't do that to her own father. His mind was going a thousand miles an hour.

He tried to watch the show, but he felt her hair brushing his face and smelled her flower scented body wash. And felt her bare skin against his side and arm. And under his hand around her shoulders. He was looking at her from the corner of his eye. He could see the upper swells of her breasts. She had her legs curled up under her and he looked at her exposed thighs. As if she felt his eyes on her, she turned her head and looked at him. She smiled. "This is nice," she said.

"Mmm. Yes. Very nice."

They went back to watching the show. Pete started rubbing her bare shoulder with the hand he had around her. "That feels nice," she said. Shortly, she grasped his hand over her shoulder and held it. Gradually her hand pulled his lower, onto her upper chest. He lightly ran his fingertips over her skin. That's when he realized where his hand was. He tried to pull it away but she held it there with hers.

His fingers were laying on the upper swells of her breasts. She shifted a little, getting more comfortable, which also had the effect of pulling his hand a little lower. He wondered if maybe she had fallen asleep. "Baby?", he asked softly.

"Mm Hm?"

"Just wondering if you were asleep."

"No. I'm awake."

"Okay. Comfy?"

"Very."

In a few minutes he was almost cupping one of her breasts. His hand was on it but not moving. He moved his arm a little bit and Stacy held his hand tighter, so that now he was cupping her breast, although not squeezing it. She was still and quiet.

"Daddy, do you mind if I lay down and put my head in your lap?"

"No, not at all, Sweetie. Make yourself comfortable." She stretched her legs out on the couch and laid her head in his lap. "Oh, shit," he thought, "she's going to feel my erection against her head."

She laid on her side facing the TV. He laid his hand on her arm. It wasn't long before she rolled onto her back, asleep, he presumed. He laid his hand on her belly. She turned her head in his lap towards him and he was aware of her lips almost touching his hard cock under his pajamas. His mind was racing. "Oh my God! This can't be happening!"

Stacy put her hand on his laying on her belly. In a minute she moved it upwards, to her breasts. Pete wondered if she was dreaming and getting excited in her dream. He gently squeezed her breasts and she smiled in her sleep.

He moved his hand back down to her belly. She held his hand again and a minute later pushed it down. He felt the silky smooth skin of her upper thighs. Very gently, so as not to wake her, he rubbed his hand up and down. He felt like a total piece of shit, feeling up his daughter this way. But he didn't stop. He brought his hand upwards, lifting her nightie so he could see her panties. He just gazed down at her long, beautiful legs and gently rubbed the tops of her thighs. She once again moved his hand, this time to her crotch. After hesitating and thinking he lightly touched his fingertips to her pussy beneath the silk of her panties. Just very briefly. Then withdrew it. She squirmed a little bit, placing her face right against his hard cock. After waiting a minute he put his hand back on her leg. He rubbed it up and down her thigh touching her pussy each time he came up. She shifted her hips around causing her legs to spread slightly. And moved her head a little causing her lips to be against his cock. He ran his finger along the crease between her pussy lips over her panties. He thought he felt a little moisture.

Stacy's mouth opened and Pete felt the bottom of his shaft being partially engulfed between her lips through his pajamas. "Oh fuck", he thought. "That's almost enough to make me cum right there." He moved his hips slightly in a thrusting motion towards her mouth.

When she still didn't wake up he brought his hand up and worked one finger into the waistband of her panties. He felt hair. He wiggled it around and pushed the top of her panties down a little as he tried to reach her lips with his finger. He did reach them and wiggled his finger around over them a little.

Stacy pushed his hand downwards into her panties and he slid his hand in to cup her pussy. He felt heat and moisture. He gently squeezed, massaging it. He thought he heard her moan and froze. But she was still and silent. He was looking down at his hand in her panties and wishing he could take those panties off. He glanced up at her face and saw that her eyes were open.

"Shit! Stacy, Honey. I'm sorry. I got carried away. I couldn't stop myself."

"It's okay, Daddy. It feels good." He felt a hand working into the fly of his pajamas and boxers. He watched as Stacy pulled his cock out through the opening. She grasped it in her hand and stroked it.

"Stacy? Sweetie? Do you know what you're doing?"

"Oh yeah. I knew what I was doing when I came out wearing this nightie. I knew what I was doing when I bought it. That's why I bought it. For you. I want to be your lover, Daddy. Neither one of us has anybody except each other. And I love you, and I know you love me. I want to make you as happy as you've made me." Then she put her lips around his cock.

"Oh fuck!", he practically screamed. He thrust his hips towards her sucking lips. "Oh! Stacy! Sweetie! That feels amazing. But if you don't stop I'm gonna cum right now. It's been so long since anybody did that."

He took her head in his hands and pulled her away. He couldn't cum in his daughter's mouth. She sat up and leaned into him and kissed him. He put his arms around her and returned her kisses. She reached down and started stroking his cock. He brought one of his hands to her tits and caressed and squeezed them. Stacy got up onto her knees. They continued kissing and fondling. Pete brought his free hand to the back of her thighs. He ran his fingers up her soft skin until he felt silk. He ran his hand around all over her ass cheeks. Then he slid his hand up, under her nightie, onto her back. He rubbed all around there, savoring the feel of soft, smooth, feminine flesh under his hands. It had been a long time.

He reached down and stopped her hand from stroking his cock. He was about to cum, and didn't want to yet. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing, Sweetpea. I just don't want to cum yet. It's been so long that I'm ready to explode and I want it to last."

"Oh. Okay. As long as I didn't do something wrong."

"No. Trust me. You're doing everything just right. Perfect."

They resumed kissing. Pete let his hands roam all over her young, supple, silky smooth body. He caressed her tits, he cupped and squeezed her ass cheeks, he ran his hands up and down her legs. He lifted her nightie and she raised her arms so he could remove it. He kissed the tops of her breasts as he fondled her ass. She unbuttoned his pajama top and he slipped it off. He sat back and gazed at his beautiful daughter as he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She let it slide down her arms and drop on the sofa. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen kneeling there on her knees beside him in nothing but a pair of skimpy red panties. Her tits stood up high and firm, and her nipples were hard. He pulled her into him and put his lips around a nipple. He sucked it like a baby. He nibbled it gently and she squealed. She reached down and began stroking his cock again.

Stacy backed up on the sofa on her knees and leaned over to take his cock into her mouth again. He didn't stop her. She stopped and started pulling his pajamas down. He raised his hips and helped remove them and his boxers. She cupped his balls in her hand and gently massaged them as she put her lips around his cock and bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. He felt it hitting the back of her throat. "Oh my God, Stacy. That feels so good!" He reached back and fondled her ass as she sucked him. He slid his hand into the back of her panties and ran a finger up and down her ass crack. He felt her ass for a minute, then switched to her tits. They hung down below her and swung back and forth with her movements. He caressed and fondled and cupped them. In very short order he said, "Stacy. Sweetie. If you don't stop I'm gonna shoot in your mouth. Do you want that?"

She just mumbled around his cock, "Mmm Hmm." And went back to sucking him. He started thrusting his hips upwards, fucking her mouth.

"Ohhh! Here it comes! I'm gonna cum! Fuuucckkk!" He started shooting into her mouth and she pulled her mouth away. He shot all over her face. He collapsed, spent. "Whewww! My God, that was something else."

Stacy sat back on the sofa. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I thought I could swallow it but I couldn't. I never have. The truth is, I've only done that twice. And didn't swallow then. I'm not very experienced. You know I haven't dated much. I'm not a virgin, but I've only done it twice. You might have to teach me."

"Oh, Baby. You did just fine. Perfect. And I'll be glad to teach you." He pulled her into him and kissed her and felt her hard nipples pressing into him. He reached between them and cupped a breast. Then dropped his hand to her lap and reached between her legs and felt her pussy through her panties. She spread her legs and he worked a finger under the leg band of her panties and ran it up and down her crease. She moaned. "Mmmm! Oh! Yes! That feels so good." She laid her head back, closed her eyes and gave in to the feelings.

Pete got up then and knelt on the floor. He raised one of her feet to his mouth and kissed it. "You've got the prettiest little feet," he said. She just smiled and watched as he kissed and licked her foot. Then he put it down and did the same with the other one.

When he took her toes into his mouth and sucked on them she squealed. Then she giggled and said, "That tickles. But it feels really good." Then he did the other one again. He held her foot in his hand as he kissed and ran his tongue along her calf to her knee. Then the other leg. He held both feet up and continued kissing and licking upwards. He pulled her ass to the edge of the sofa. He watched her face as he kissed her inner thighs. Switching back and forth. As he got closer and closer to her crotch she sighed and begged, "Hurry up, Daddy. I need you to kiss my pussy."

He smiled at her and kissed along the edge of the leg band of her panties, teasing her, and heightening the anticipation. He ran his tongue along the skin just above the waist band. "Oh, fuck! Please? Eat me." He kissed her pussy through her panties then and she screamed. "Oh God! Yes!" He reached for her panties and she raised her hips as he pulled them down. He leaned back and pulled them over her feet.

He looked at the treasure he had uncovered. Her pussy had a small patch of dark hair just above the lips. It was trimmed very short and in the shape of a feather. It even looked like a feather. Pete looked up at his beautiful daughter's face. He smiled at her. "It's beautiful, Honey."

Before she had a chance to respond he lowered his mouth and kissed her now exposed pussy lips. He tasted her for the first time and thought she tasted a little like vanilla ice cream. "Mmmm. Nice. You taste great."

"Thank you."

He started kissing and licking all around her vagina. He tasted her juices wherever he licked because she had been leaking for some time as he made his way up her legs. He ran his tongue up and down between her lips and she moaned and squirmed. He stuck his tongue into her and wiggled it around. She squealed and moved her pelvis up and down. He felt her clit under his tongue and flicked it back and forth. She squealed again and grabbed his head and pulled it in tighter to her pussy. He took her clit between his lips and sucked it like a nipple. She screamed, literally screamed. And her juices started squirting from between her lips. Stacy screamed and squealed the whole time she was cumming. "Oh Fuucckk! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Yesss!!" Pete did his best to catch all he could in his mouth but it was impossible to get it all because she was moving around so much. He loved what he did catch. He still thought it tasted like vanilla ice cream. She had no doubt douched earlier with a flavored douche.

When her orgasm subsided she collapsed onto the sofa, breathing fast and shallow. Her heart was pumping. "My god, Daddy. That was the hardest I've ever cum in my life. You are really, really good at that."

He had gotten up and sat on the sofa beside her. "That's just because you're so incredibly gorgeous and sexy. And responsive. Oh my God! You really enjoyed when I was doing that, didn't you?''

"Hell, yeah. Who wouldn't?"

"Sweetie, I must say, I've never seen anybody cum that hard before. You must really enjoy sex."

She turned red. "Actually, that's the first time I ever came like that. I hope it's okay. Like I said, I've only done it twice and then I just oozed a little bit. But that was amazing. It felt incredible."

"Oh yeah. It's perfectly okay. I loved it. It makes me happy to know that I pleased you enough to make you cum like that. It was incredible for me, too."

She smiled then. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Do you want to go any farther? I mean, are you done?"

"I'm up for more if you are."

"I am. But let's go to the bedroom. It will be much more comfortable."

They both stood and Pete led her into his bedroom. Then he just admired her for a minute. "My God, Stacy. You are a truly beautiful woman. And I'm not just saying that because you're my daughter." Stacy stood there buck naked. Her breasts stood high and proud, firm, her nipples pointing upwards. Her waist was thin and her belly flat. Her hips flared out then tapered down her legs. Her ass was firm and perfectly shaped. He ran his hands up and down her perfect body. Her skin was soft, smooth, and felt like silk. Not an ounce of fat anywhere. He marveled at how firm her tits and ass felt under his hands.

She had taken his cock in her hand and was stroking it as he ran his hands all over her body. "Your penis is really hard, Daddy."

"Yeah. That's what you do to me, Baby." He laid her down on his bed and got on his knees beside her. He started kissing her. First on the forehead, then the nose, then her lips. After a minute he moved down her throat, over her upper chest, then spent a little time on her tits. As he sucked her nipples he cupped her pussy mound in his hand and massaged it. He maneuvered around so he was on his knees between her legs. He laid on her and rubbed his cock against her pussy. "Are you ready, Sweetie?"

Stacy nodded her head. "Yeah, Daddy. I want you in me. Tell me what you want me to do."

"You're doing everything just perfect, Baby. Give me one of those pillows up there, please." He lifted her hips and put the pillow under her ass. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy lips, making her moan. Then he placed the head of his cock between her lips. "You okay, Baby?"

"Umm hmm."

He pushed forward and his cock spread her lips and entered. He took his time and went slowly. He eased in an inch at a time. Stopping. Then pulling back slightly. Then easing in a little more. Her young pussy was tight. Very wet, and very hot, but also very tight. She sighed and moaned and watched him as he slowly put more and more of his cock into her. "Oh God Yes! That feels amazing."

After about 6 in and outs he was fully in. He just stayed still for a full minute, savoring the feeling of having his hard cock buried in his beautiful young daughter's tight, hot pussy. The feeling was incredible. He gazed down at her lying there with a contented look on her face. "God, Stacy! You are an incredible young woman. I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Daddy."

He started then to fuck her. In and out, slowly. "God, Yes! You're so tight. You feel wonderful." He increased his pace a little.

Stacy said, "Fuck me, Daddy. Your cock feels so good in me." She moved her hips in time with his thrusting. He cupped her ass in his hands and squeezed her cheeks. He was now thrusting into her faster and harder. He watched her tits bounce around as he fucked her. "Aahhh! Yes! God! Fuck me! Yes! Harder. Faster. That's it!"

Pete stopped then and pulled out. Stacy looked at him surprised and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just want you on top. Is that okay?"

"Yeah. What do I do?"

Pete laid on his back. "Swing your leg over and straddle me, facing me. Yeah, there you go. That's it. Now just guide my cock into you and sit down on it. Yeah, just like that. Ohhh yeahhh! That's it, Sweetie. So good. Now. It's up to you. Go as fast or as slow as you want. Just do what feels good and comes natural."

She started slow. Raising up almost off of his cock, then slowly back down on it. She smiled. "I like this."

"I thought you might. I like it, too."

She went up and down, up and down. Pete reached up and fondled her tits as she fucked him. He rolled her nipples between his fingers. Then he pulled her down and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it as she raised and lowered her ass. He reached back and cupped and caressed her ass. Then he said, "Oh God! I ain't gonna last much longer. You feel so good, and your pussy's so tight, I'm gonna cum soon. I can't hold out any more."

She sat up and slowed down. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Hell no! Don't you dare. I just want to wait on you. I don't wanna cum and leave you hanging."

"Oh, I'm ready, too. I've been ready. Just waiting on you."

"Okay, then." He started thrusting upwards, pushing his cock as far as he could into her. She started bouncing up and down faster. In a matter of a few seconds he said, "Oh God! Yes! Oh fuck! Yes! Stacyyy! I'm cumming!" He thrusted upwards furiously.

Stacy leaned forward onto him and said, "Oh, Daddy! Fuck me! Yesss! Yes! Yes! Yes! Goddd! Oohhh!" Her juices came squirting out around his cock, drenching him and her both. "Oh Fucckk!"

Pete pounded upwards into her until both of them were done. Then he collapsed onto the bed and she collapsed on top of him. They laid like that silently until their orgasms subsided and they caught their breath. Then Stacy rolled over off of him. "Oh. My. Fucking. God. That was amazing!"

"You said that right. That was the most incredible thing I ever experienced. I find it hard to believe you've only done it twice. You seem like an old pro."

"Who you calling old?!"

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I know," and they both laughed. "I just did what felt good like you said."

"I love you so much, Sweetie."

"I love you too, Daddy."