Let Me be Your Wife Now, Daddy. (Locked for Becaa)

Incandenza000

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Hello,

I've been using Literotica since it launched in the late 90s. Hard to believe I'm still coming here at the ripe age of 43. Thx for the consideration!

I want to roleplay a daddy/daughter scenario: It's the one year anniversary of my wife's death. I am grief stricken and crying in my study at night. Jessica, my 19 yearold daughter, wakes up in the middle of the night to get some milk. She hears me and pokes her head into the study. She decides it's the time to tell me everything. To show me that she wants to help us be a happy family again. We begin to talk, and things escalate with a slow burn. The emphasis is on realism, love, lust, and joy.

Nothing forceful or aggressive or degrading.

Edit: I'm now realizing that I went from the kiddy pool to the deep end! Thanks Becaa for your patience as I quickly learn how to do this lol.
 
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Knocking on the doorway as I come it.
I've brought you a glass of warm milk too. I hand it to you

"Drink up, remember this was mom's remedy for anything wrong at night"

"I miss mom too, she was my best friend. I know strange because daughters and mothers never get along right?"
"But she was different, didn't sweat the small stuff. Always saying 'Do what you feel in your heart is right'"

"Come on dad, get out of the chair, let's just go sit on the sofa for a bit"

Dragging you out of your office chair and over to your sofa. Pushing you down and then sitting next to you
my legs curled up as I lay my head on your shoulder

"We both miss her I know Dad"
 
“Oh, my sweet kitten,” I whisper softly into the top of lustrous hair. The rain lightly drumming against the windows, combined with the three candles I lit, transports us into an almost alternative universe.

“Yes, you two were always so close. Watching true crime shows on Netflix; crafting together; the list can go on,” I say.

Without thinking, I slide my hand gently across your shoulder as I tug you close into me. My fingers dance across your bared shoulder, occasionally sliding underneath the soft cotton shoulder strap of your tank top.
 
I love the feel of your fingers on my skin. So nice
feeling them slide under my tank top straps. I wear that and boy shorts to bed

"Well don't tell her, but the crafting was more her thing then mine. It was just nice to be with her"
"And at the end, it was hard when she couldn't help much, but still enjoyed me doing it for her"

"You'd always laugh when we got into the true crime, the two of us yelling at the TV, she did it!!!!!!!!!!!!"
 
My fingertips continue to trace curlicues and letters across your shoulder. I rub the soft cotton thread between my fingers. “So soft,” I whisper to no one in particular.

Then, an errant candle flicker highlights the feminine silver locket around your neck. My fingers skate across your collar bone and neck for a split second as I examine the locket more closely.

I look down and see your tank top, short shorts, and locket. “Wait, didn’t mom buy you all of this during her last Christmas?”

Light music plays in the background.
 
I touch my tank too, feeling it
"Yes she did, The locket was the gift, the tank and shorts, just because we both like how soft they were"

"I've been wearing them every night since, helps me feel close to her"

Turning to face you, sitting cross legged on the couch.
Your eyes move up and down looking at me.
my nipples plainly visible but I'm not concerned

"I love you Dad I feel and share your pain"
 
I turn to face you, too.

"Kitten, you are beautiful. Obviously all the time, but tonight especially," I say. I move my fingers to your face, gently tucking a few loose strands behind your ear before moving down to feel your warm cheek.

"Well, here we are. Two sad sacks. What should we do, my sweet girl?" I ask.

My eyes lock into yours for a moment before turning away. It's like something has started stirring somewhere deep within me. My thumb runs gently down your cheek and jawline, grazing the edge of your lip.
 
I smile
"Thank you Dad, but I don't feel beautiful right now, just sad"

"Not sure either of us qualify as a sad sack though!!!!!"

"What to do???"

"Ok this may sound strange"

"Can we just cuddle and lay on the couch??? I Just want your arms holding me, like when I was little"
"Always felt so safe when you did, and I'm just so lonely right now"
 
I smile back.

"Of course, kitten. I'd like that, too."

I scoot so that my back is against the cushions. I cross my pajama covered legs and pat on my lap, smiling.

You hop into my lap, squirming a bit to find maximum comfort. My big arms envelop you, pulling you into my body. The warmth of your skin is intoxicating, even through a couple layers of cotton. My arms find their place around your lithe midriff. I kiss the top of your head, inhaling the faint hint of new perfume.

You rest your head back and sigh.
 
I still fit in your lap, my arms around your neck, you arms around my waist, my Tank has pulled up when I put my arms around your neck, so you holding my bare midriff, I like it your hands are so warm on my skin

"Nothing feels better then being in my Daddy's arms!!!!!"
"Thank you"
Laying my head on your shoulder, feeling your heart beating against my breast as our breathing becomes as one

My eye's close and I drift off to sleep, feeling secure and loved. Somehow even close to mom too
 
I can’t help but lean in to your soft hands as you encircle my neck.

God, you smell so good. I watch the rise and fall of your chest settle as you melt into me. Your small hand covers mine as you fall asleep.

Maybe it’s the booze, maybe the exhaustion, but I drift off immediately. My last conscious thoughts are not of my wife, but of… you. My daughter.

***

When I wake, I find my hand splayed across your stomach, almost possessively. You begin to stir and I pull it back.

“Good morning, Kitten,” I smile.
 
My eyes open, looking around confused for a second. Wait I'm in Dad's study and he's holding me
I feel warmth on my belly, but looking down there's nothing. my top had worked up a bit.
Shaking my head in time to hear him say
"Good Morning Kitten"

He hasn't called me kitten in forever

"Good Morning Daddy!!??"
sitting up I realize that we spent the night on the couch.

"I guess we feel asleep????"

I realize too, that last night was my best night since mom died

"Wow!!! I slept good!!!!!!"

turning and leaning into you for a good morning kiss

"I think ohh well never mind"

"I do have to pee though!!!!"

getting up and going into the bathroom.
 
"I guess so! That was, like, some of the best sleep I've had in years. Maybe we snuggle up again tonight and see if lightning strikes twice," I call out.

I rise from the couch, flashes of your barred skin ricocheting around my brain. I get the mail and start the coffee. Alexa delivers the forecast in her usual monotone: more summer thunderstorms tonight.

"A package came for you," I holler. "Maybe that new exercise outfit you were talking about the other day?"

You know, a run might be just the thing I need to calm and clear my mind, I think to myself. I'd started exercising after my wife died as a way to my mind off of the grief. I took to it immediately, quickly moving into the best shape of my adult life.

I hear the toilet flush as I head upstairs to change into my running clothes.

"I left your new nike clothes next to the coffee, I'm going to get changed and suggest you do the same. Let's go for a run together, baby. It's been a while."

A run with my baby girl, a day of teaching at the local college, this day was starting off nicely.
 
"Thanks, just put it on my bed. I know it's not the excersize outfit, but a different type that I'd gotten for my boyfriend, in the hopes of salvaging what's left of my relationship with him. Although not sure it's worth the effort"

"Ok a run sounds good!!!! Old man!!!!!!!!!"

I finish up in the bathroom and go put on a running outfit. Sport bra and jogging shorts. Shoes and I'm ready to go

I head down to the kitchen and grab the package. Yep it's the outfit, but somehow I'd decided not not use it. Just like that.

Waiting sipping my coffee for you to come down.
 
I appear in the kitchen, chugging the last of my coffee.

“Old man, is it? I see we’re going for the jugular today,” I smile. My eyes quickly race down your tight frame. I had seen you in similar outfits many times, but something was different now after last night. My eyes lingered when they used to pass by. My memory brought up your exposed stomach and ribs from this morning’s waking. I tamped it down for now.

“Alright, little one, you’re on.” I raced out the door, enjoying the lead for only a minute before you quickly caught up with me.

It was a beautiful day. I couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked. Your bouncing ponytail. The rivulets of sweat.

After we fall into a rhythm, I ask the question I’ve been wondering about lately but been afraid to ask.

“So… how are things going with Jason?”
 
"Well you're a LOT older then me!!!!!"
seeing you in your workout clothes.
"Have to say Dad, you can really tell you've been working out."
"Looks good"

I see your eyes roam up and down my body. my sport bra and shorts, just skin otherwise.

We run for a bit then he asks the question I'd been dreading
“So… how are things going with Jason?”

I think a minute before answering
"Not good honestly for a while I was thinking he might be the one, you know??"
"But now I'm trying to think of a way to let him down easy"

"I know a lot of it is my fault, but I just am not looking forward to seeing him"

smililng at you a bittersweet smile

"So I'm afraid you're going to be stuck with me for a while"

I see your eyes widen

"I hadn't told you, but he asked me to move in with my last month. I told him I'd think about it"
"Even though I knew I would never"
 
My cheeks flush at your compliment. Were you just… checking me out?

We continue running, turning the last corner that leads back to our house.

“Did something happen between you two to change things? Like, how is this your fault?” I ask. “I hope I’m not prying.”

“Stuck with you, you say? Well, time to start charging rent!” I give you a playful shove as I sprint ahead, arriving at the house before you.

“Beat… you…,” I pant as I double over with my hands on my chest highs.

“Well, hopefully this means more nights of amazing sleep.”

We walk inside. Well, you walk. I limp.

“okay, kitten, thanks for that reminder that I will always be the strongest, fastest, and best looking member of this family,” I joke. “I’m heading to the shower and then head to work. I’ll be back around 4.”
 
"Nothing really happened, we didn't have a fight, I just lost interest honestly. He's a nice but boring guy"

"Rent???? I don't think so, it's the dads job to provide!!!!"

"You barely beat me!!!!!"
Just barely breathing hard although I have worked up a sweat
"Seriously though dad a huge improvement!!!"

"Take your shower, then I going to rub some ointment on the leg before you go anywhere Mister!!!!"

"I don't have school today, so plan to clean the house, what do you want for dinner???"
 
"Well, I don't expect you'll have any problems finding a new boy," I holler out as I head upstairs.

"After that run, I'll be in the mood for something hearty. Hmm, what about that chicken and potato dish you picked up from mom? You do the cooking and cleaning, and I'll do the providing. That works for me."

After my shower, I head back downstairs in my professor's attire: khaki slacks, a button down shirt with a tie and a sports coat. Call me a little old fashioned, I guess.

I hobble over to the couch and plop down, sticking my leg up and resting it on the coffee table.

"Nurse! Nurse! I need tending to!"
 
"Chicken and potato it is!!!!"
"I picked up both at the farmers market this last weekend"

"You look nice dad, but you have to lose the pants at least for now"
"Grab a pillow to protect you modesty LOL"

While you do that, I get some ointment and a warm washcloth

"Ok, don't worry you won't be smellign like Ben Gay!!!!"

I start massaging your leg at mid thigh and work down. When I hit the calf you jump

"You overdid dad!!!!"
working more gently on your calf as I use the warm cloth and ointmetn to loosen the muscle up.

After about 10 minutes of rubbing your leg

"Ok cover up!!! You 1'2 naked in front of your innocent child!!!"
smiling and batting my eyes

"Do you have a busy day at work today? Any chance we can meet for a lunch?"
 
"Ahh yes, I cannot offend my daughter's innocent, dainty sensibilities!"

"Mmm, that feels both excruciating and wonderful." I close my eyes and put my head back before remembering I am indeed almost half naked before you. I quickly turn around and drag my khakis back on. It's good timing because, I think, I might have felt something stirring down there. Best to cover up fast before she notices anything.

"I only have two classes this morning. If you want, we can either meet somewhere on campus. Orrrr, I can cancel my second class and just come home early. Summer's here; finals are done, and the kids deserve a break.

So, what do you think? I can drop by the store on the way back from work and pick up some wine, candles, and batteries for the flashlights. I heard there's gonna be a fierce summer storm tonight.
 
"I only have two classes this morning. If you want, we can either meet somewhere on campus. Orrrr, I can cancel my second class and just come home early. Summer's here; finals are done, and the kids deserve a break.

"I should be done cleaning and everything about 1:00 you want to come and pick me up???"
"I want to go out somewhere for a while"
Thinking I still need to figure out what to with Jason. I mean I like him

So, what do you think? I can drop by the store on the way back from work and pick up some wine, candles, and batteries for the flashlights. I heard there's gonna be a fierce summer storm tonight.
"I hadn't heard about the storm, let's not go out then, don't feel like getting soaked"
"We can have wine with dinner, if you're ok with me drinking???"
 
“Okay, inside it is. It’s gonna be one of those summer storms that comes on fast and hits hard. Or that’s what Alexa told me, at least.”

“I’ll be back around 2. I’m ready to celebrate the end of the school year,” I say with a smile.

Even though my personal life was awful with my wife’s passing, I did a great job in the classroom. I am ready to put things behind me.

“Now, get to your duties! A father who miiiiiight. Just might. MAYBE. let her daughter have a glass of wine with dinner deserves to come home to a clean house!”

“I remember what you said about Jason on our run. If you want, you can invite him over to try and sort things out.”

I kiss you on the cheek, grab my umbrella just in case, and leave the house.
 
"Well she is a woman, can you trust her????"

"It's a date Dad, do you want me to dress up????"

"Yes sir, it will be spick and span clean!!!!!"
"Whatever that means"

"No, no Jason I will handle it, thank you"

Watching as you drive away. Then changing into house cleaning clothes, which consist of boy shorts and a short croptop
I vacumn and dust>

Every since mom got sick the house cleaning fell to me, you'd offered to get a house keeper, but I actually kind of like it and I know where things go

About 2:00 I put the chicken in, I like to roast slower and lowere then most people. For me it's more tender

Then go take a shower, put on a nice dress with heels no less
 
I show up around 2, put a few items from the store away, and inspect the house.

"Amazing as always, kitten." It had been such a relief when you stepped up and took over the cleaning.

We chat at the dinner table. Me asking you about school, asking about summer plans, the usual.

Finally, I head up to the shower. 30 minutes later I emerge, looking sharp. Fitted Polo shirt matched with dark wash straight leg jeans. "I'm too old for your generation's fondness for baggy and flared jeans," I chuckle. For the first time in a year, I put on cologne.

"That smells so good, baby," I say, putting my arms around you from behind.
 
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