Waiting for Daddy (open to first come first serve)

Cherrybomb400

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So I recently just read a story where a girl confesses to her daddy about having sexual thoughts about him. I would like to do a similar thread where my character has confessed that to my father, and at first he is completely disgusted and of course rejects me. My character is upset and never brings it up again... however my confession has now planted the seed in daddy's mind.

I would like detailed posts please.

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Alice had been keeping herself busy ever since that night where she finally told her father what had been bothering her. For as long Alice had fantasized about her father in a way that a daughter never should. Every time he would hug her, she would press herself tightly against him. Alice wanted more than anything for her daddy to reciprocate her feelings... sadly he didn't.

Now things were very strained, she didn't know how to act around him or what she could say. They use to have dinner together every night and talk, but now they just seemed to avoid each other. Either Alice would stay the night over a friends house or Daddy would work long hours. Tonight, Daddy was out late.

Alice had made herself dinner, cleaned up, put on an oversized t-shirt and laid out on the couch as she watched Once Upon A Time that she recorded previously. Her brown hair was sprawled out on one of the throw pillows as she continued to watch, until her eyes couldn't stay open any longer. Soon was in a deep sleep as the TV continue to flicker.
 
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Hi, I'm sorry but beachbirdguy messaged me last night and he's planning on taking the role of Daddy. Thank you for your interest though!
 
Ben sat at the bar in the sports bar, working on his fourth beer. He wasn't really that much of a drinker, usually just a couple of beers at night sitting in his recliner, but lately he had been going to the bar after work and drinking.

There was a reason for this. He was a single parent, having raised his daughter Alice since he and his wife divorced when she was just a little girl. Now she was 18 and it seems she had suddenly grown up and turned into a very pretty young woman with a nice figure.

She had totally surprised him a couple weeks ago when she confessed to having more than daughterly feelings toward him. He had never looked at her in any other way than as his little girl. Any sexual attraction was unthinkable to him, incest was just wrong.

At 43, Ben was not bad looking for his age, with a nice head of brown hair and blue eyes. Average height and not exactly toned but not overweight either. He had dated some while Alice was growing up but never thought about re-marrying because he didn't want to upset their relationship.

But now she had gone and upset it. Ever since that night of her confession, things had been pretty strained around the house and they sort of avoided each other. Alice was spending a lot of nights at friends' houses. When he knew she would be home, he would stay out late at the bar telling her he was working late. This was one of those nights. But he realized he had to go home eventually. So he finished up his last beer, paid his tab and headed for his car. He hoped that Alice would be asleep by the time he got home.
 
A few hours passed and Alice was still on the couch. The brightness from the TV increased and caused her to wake. After running her eyes, she glanced at the clock... Midnight. Did Daddy come come home and just left her on the couch? She wouldn't put it past him. She turned off the tv and got herself a glass of water and headed towards her room. On the way she stopped by her father's room... It was empty. The site of the room lacking her father brought tears to her eyes. He must really hate her, almost as much as she hated herself.

Alice didn't know what was wrong with her or when these feelings started... All she knew was that she had them and they were not going away... But she wished it did. The feeling of rejection from her father was almost too much... Alice didn't expect him to grab her and confess his love to her. No, her father would never do that. He was a good man with good morals... And here she was his filthy spawn of a child fantasizing about him.

Quietly she went into her bed room and laid in bed. As depressed as she was, she knew that this couldn't continue, their relationship. Either they needed to talk to try and get things somewhat back to normal... Or she needed to move out and get away from him. The ladder was not an option she really wanted to do and she hoped it didn't have to come to that.
 
Ben opened the front door as quietly as he could, hoping Alice was asleep, he didn't want to wake her. That way he could avoid another confrontation tonight.

He slipped off his shoes in the foyer as usual then stepped into the living room. It was empty but he could tell from the way the pillows we pushed around that Alice had probably spent most of the evening there. Had she been hoping he would come home while she was still there so they could talk? He wanted to talk with her but he had no idea what to say or how to handle the situation.

He headed down the hall to his bedroom. He had to pass the master bedroom to get there. He had let her have it a few years ago, as he really didn't need that much space and a teenager probably needed more room than he did. Having the king size bed was also a bonus when she wanted to have a friend stay over. Alice had thought it was cool that he let her have the bigger room with the attached bath and had often told him so, thanking him with a little peck on the cheek. He remembered the many nights he had stopped in her room just after she went to bed and sat on one edge and they would tell each other about their day. That hadn't happened lately.

The door to her room was open a crack as he walked by. He glanced in and saw her lying on the bed in the dim light coming from the half open bathroom door which she always used like a nightlight. He pushed the door open quietly and stepped just inside the room. He looked at her lying there and admitted to himself that she really was pretty. If she wasn't his daughter, he might.... no, he mustn't even think that.

He stepped a little closer and looked at her face and could tell she had been crying. He felt really bad and reached out and wiped her cheek. He wished there was something he could do to repair their relationship. He just didn't know what. He stepped back quietly and turned to leave the room, not wanting to wake her up.
 
Morning came quickly. Alice opened her eyes and looked at the sunlight filling her room. She didn't have classes today, and all she wanted to do was stay cocooned within her blankets until all the bad thoughts went away. Thankfully if she needed to use the bathroom she wouldn't need to risk bumping into her dad before he went to work.

Daddy... She wanted so much for him to just come into her room and hold her. She wanted him to tell her that everything would be alright. She wanted him to kiss her... And touch her.

'Stop it!' She silently scolded herself. It was those thoughts that messed everything up.

The sting of tears filled her eyes again and she pulled the blanket over her head. Alice couldn't help it, she hugged onto one of her pillows tightly as she cried, trying so hard to stay quiet. "I'm sorry Daddy," she murmured into her pillow. She was so disgusting and her father saw that too now whenever he looked at her.
 
Ben slept deeply that night thanks to the beers he had drunk that evening. His iPhone woke him up with the gentle sound of ocean waves that he had chosen. The sound was a stark contrast to the way he felt inside. Even though he had slept well, he still felt conflicted about the situation with his daughter. Unfortunately he had to go to work again this morning so there was no time to do anything about it.

He showered and dressed quickly, pulling his tie tight as he headed out of the room and down the hallway. He paused again as he passed by the door to Alice’s room. The door was still halfway open as it was last night. He looked in and saw that she was still swaddled up in her blankets hugging a pillow tightly. He stepped into her room again and though he could barely see her face, he could tell she had been crying again.

He felt so sorry for her. After all, he was her dad, her only parent involved in her life, and he cared so much about her and it hurt him as much as it hurt her when she was unhappy. But there was no fix for what was hurting her. She wanted him in a way that a daughter should never think about and there was no way it was ever going to happen. If he gave in to her desires, she might feel better but he would never forgive himself and in the long run it wouldn’t turn out good. If he continued to refuse her wishes, would she ever get over it?

He was tempted to go in and try to comfort her but that would make him late for work. He stepped a couple of steps into her room, then hesitated. She stirred a little in the bed and he turned to leave before she woke up.
 
Alice waited until she heard the fornt door close before she let out a sigh... Not even a "have a good day" exchange between the two... What was she expecting? That he come in and gently wake her? No but just to let her know he was leaving would have been nice.

She closed her eyes as she remembered when she told him... It was shortly after she realized how she felt, and Alice was so ashamed that she started to withdrawal from him, just so she could sort out her weird emotions and bad thoughts. Daddy, behind the good father he was wanted to know what was wrong... What he did... Alice remembered how she kept brushing it off until he wouldn't let her anymore... And then the words just slipped out

"I love you!" at first he didn't understand... But after she explained... Well, here they were, a broken family even more than before. At least before they had each other.

Prince, her black and white cat purred and hopped up on her bed. He nuzzles her face and gave the familiar meow that told her his bowl was empty. Giving the small animal a pet. She pushed the covers off and fed him, the. Proceeded to work on the many chores that seemed to have built up over the past few days.

Hours passed and after doing the Landry, dishes, and homework, Alice took a long shower. Funny, the shower was where she had her first fantasy about her father. She blushed and tried to shake the memory but it was hard, it only took a few moments for her body to get excited.

She was thinking about the last time he hugged her, about how strong he felt and how small she was compared to him. Then she thought about his hand wondering. Alice whimpered softly, she really shouldn't continue to entertain these thoughts... But she couldn't help it. Her shower ended up lasting longer than she intended it to.

Once clean she put on a pair of black leggings and a navy blue dress with a white bow pattern that was low on the back but had a high collar front. The skirt flared out and swayed as she walked. Looking at the time, she noted that dad would be off soon... But he was probably working late.

The little brunette felt compelled to walk to his door... His bed was unmade. Stepping inside she quietly made it up for him, pulling at the sheets and then the comforter until it looked perfect. Before she could leave the room, she noticed that one of his pictures on the night stand was turned down. Alice picked it up and saw that it was a picture of the two of them at the beach, pre-confession...everything was so normal then.

Alice took the picture and sat on the edge of the bed. Tightly she held it against herself. She should have never told him, because here she was now in an empty house crying for what seemed like the millionth time. Soon she was laying on his bed and clutching onto his pillow. She stayed there until she fell asleep.
 
Ben had had a hard day at work. All he wanted to do was to go home and go to bed. He didn’t remember if Alice was going to a friend’s house tonight or not. He hadn’t really spoken to her for a couple of days it seemed. But he was so tired he didn’t even feel like going to the bar. So he headed home not sure if she would be there or not.

As he drove home, he thought about Alice and how she had been so upset since the day she told him she “loved” him. His feelings were so conflicted. She certainly wasn’t his little girl anymore. He had to admit to himself that she had grown into quite a pretty young woman, and if she wasn’t his daughter he might even say she was “hot.” If she wasn’t his daughter, maybe he would be interested in having a go with a hot young girl. But even as he thought about how he couldn’t do that, he felt a stirring in his pants that was trying to tell him otherwise.

When he got home, the house was very quiet. “Alice?” he called out but not too loud. No reply. He went into the kitchen but she wasn’t there. Maybe she had gone to a friend’s house after all. He fixed himself a quick sandwich and sat down at the kitchen table and ate it along with a glass of water. He didn’t even feel like having a beer tonight. After he finished, he headed down the hall toward his room. He looked into Alice’s room and she wasn’t there either. Yep, she had probably gone out.

He reached his room and closed the door behind him, turned toward the closet and slipped out of his shirt. Suddenly it hit him that he thought he had seen something on his bed as he turned quickly. He turned back and looked again. Sure enough, there was Alice, lying on his bed on top of the covers, clutching on of his pillows, sound asleep. She was wearing her blue sailor dress and a pair of black leggings. Apparently she hadn’t meant to sleep there. The dress was cut low in the back and he could see a lot of bare skin. Even asleep like that, he had to admit she looked pretty sexy.

He debated with himself what he should do. He really felt bad about how things had been going lately and how they had hardly even talked. In the past, he would normally hug her tight and squeeze her, maybe even kiss her cheek or neck to comfort her. He only thought about it for a minute and then decided that maybe that’s what he should do. He lay down on the bed beside her and put an arm around her and pulled himself up against her and gave her a little squeeze. Her body felt warm and soft under his arm. He turned his head and gave her a little peck on the cheek.

“Oh, Alice,” he said softly in her ear. “I love you so much. I wish there was some way we could fix this.”

She stirred a little, rolling onto her side, as she tried to open her eyes. He put both arms around her and hugged her tight. She felt so good in his arms. Unfortunately that good feeling was also causing that stirring in his pants again. But he kept her pressing against him as she opened her eyes.

“Hi, sweetie,” he smiled at her.
 
Alice was asleep, but it was the feeling of her father's warmth that caused her to stir. Instinctively she turned herself closer to that source of that warmth and snuggled closer. Her nose nuzzled into her father's chest just as she was starting to wake and open her eyes.

Alice's mind was still hazy with sleep, so when she opened her eyes to finding him not only next to her but holding her closely, she determined that she was still sleeping and dreaming. It had to be, because he was also shirtless. She doubted that her real father would be so close with her while being in such a state of undress... even if she had seen him without a shirt before

“Hi, sweetie,” He said to her.

Quietly she held on to him tightly. "Daddy..." She said softly, almost helplessly. Dream or not, she definitely needed this. She needed her father desperately. "Daddy, I'm so sorry!" she cried out into his chest. Awake or asleep, it seemed like all she could do was cry.
 
Ben’s natural instinct when she started crying against his chest was to stroke her hair and squeeze her even tighter. With his other hand her rubbed her back up and down.

“There, there, Alice. Don’t cry, baby. Everything’s going to be all right.”

He didn’t know if that was true or not, he just wanted to help her get over her crying and hopefully make her feel better. Her body was still shaking in his arms even though he was holding her as tight as he could. As he rubbed down her back with the one hand, it seemed he kept going lower and lower until he actually ran his hand across her round ass. Suddenly realizing where his hand was he hesitated but left it there. He also realized his manhood was stirring in his pants again and as tight as he was holding her it was actually pressing against her stomach. He froze in that position, wondering if she noticed.

“Shh, Alice,” he whispered in her ear. “C’mon, stop crying now. I’m sure we can figure out what to do to make you feel better.” He instinctively kissed her cheek again, only this time more than a peck. He wasn’t exactly sure where he was going with this, he just hoped he could make her feel better.
 
“There, there, Alice. Don’t cry, baby. Everything’s going to be all right.”

Hearing him say that only made her cry harder, "No it's not! I ruined everything and now you hate me." she sobbed heavily. Her eyes were starting to hurt from all the crying she had been doing, hopefully after this she would have a bit of a break before the next fit of tears.

Slowly her sobs did subside as her father gently caressed her back. She started taking deeper breaths to calm herself and by the time she had, she realized where her father's hand rested... If she hadn't thought it was a dream, she would have reacted differently than resting her head on his shoulder.

“C’mon, stop crying now. I’m sure we can figure out what to do to make you feel better.”

"Nothing," she said quietly. "It's too late to fix things." She was starting to get upset again. She tried to hold it in. When Ben kissed her cheek, she slowly lifted her head and gently nuzzled the side of his head. This dream was very vivid... she could feel his warmth, his hair tickling her face... she could even smell his aftershave.

"I wish I could stop how I feel..."
 
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Ben was at a loss. In all the years of raising Alice, he had never seen her feeling this bad. He had no intention of having sex with his daughter but he felt like she needed him now in a way he hadn’t given her before. Her pretty face shouldn’t be crying.

He took her face in both of his hands and turned her facing him. Before he knew what he was doing, he kissed her softly on her lips. He used both hands to wipe her tears and kissed each cheek below her eyes. He felt his cock getting harder as he kissed her on the lips again. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this but he wanted to make her feel better and actually it was making him feel better too.

“Baby, I love you, I really do. I hate seeing your pretty face covered in tears.” He took one of her hands and put it on his bare chest. “Can you feel my heart, how much it’s hurting for you. I’d do anything to make you stop hurting, sweetie.”

He wrapped his arms around her again and this time both hands landed on her ass, squeezing it beneath her dress. Her smooth butt felt so good in his hands and she felt so fragile yet warm against him. He kissed her on the lips again, lingering even a little longer this time. She seemed to be calming down a little. But what was he doing? He was starting to have feelings he hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe this wasn’t right. But he didn’t want to let her go.
 
Alice unashamedly kissed her father back. It was a lot softer and gentler than how she would normally picture it. When she fantasizes, they were both feverish in their contact with each other, almost like they couldn't get enough. Still, Alice decided with how she was feeling, this was a nice change and probably needed. She just let herself continue to get lost in the 'dream'.

“Baby, I love you, I really do. I hate seeing your pretty face covered in tears.” He took one of her hands and put it on his bare chest. “Can you feel my heart, how much it’s hurting for you. I’d do anything to make you stop hurting, sweetie.”

Alice had her arms wrapped around him tightly. "I love you too daddy," Her hand stayed on his chest as he leaned in and kissed her again. The feeling of his hands on her ass and squeezing encouraged her to press her lips a bit firmer against his. She softly moaned as she pulled herself harder against him, not realizing that she was puttin pressure on his hard member.

When their lips finally parted she let her forehead rest against his as she closed her eyes. Her fingers started playing with the short hairs on the back of his head. "I wish I could just stay here with you and never wake up."
 
Ben heard her murmur that she loved him but it didn’t seem like she had really woken up. He thought about it for a moment and realized it wouldn’t be fair to take advantage of her like she was even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t.

He let go of her and got up off the bed. She looked so peaceful lying there. He wished she could be that peaceful when she was awake. He didn’t want to disturb her and make her go back to her own room, so he went down the hall a little further to the guest room. He slipped out of his pants and got under the covers in just his boxers.

He was disoriented for a moment when he woke up the next morning, then recalled finding her in his bed last night and going to sleep in the guest room. It was another workday so he had to get up and get going. His slipped on his pants and made his way back down the hall to his room. Alice was not there now, she must have gotten up in the night and gone back to her own room. So he was able to go in and shower and shave and get dressed in some fresh clothes before heading off to work.

He went into the kitchen to grab some coffee to take with him. Alice was in the kitchen, sitting at the bar and eating a bowl of cereal.

“Hey, sweetie,” he smiled. She just gave him a sideways glance. “You staying at a friend’s house tonight?” he asked, trying to be cheerful. She just shrugged he shoulders and still wouldn’t look at him. “Ok, well I gotta go. Have a good day.”

It seemed like his attempts to comfort her last night had had no effect. But he also remembered that it seemed like she never really woke up. He spent the rest of the drive thinking about how they were ever going to get over this, but he came up with no answers.
 
When her dad talked to her this morning, it took her a bit off guard. It was the most he had spoken to her in... Well, since she told him about her feelings. After their exchange, Alice felt bad for not really talking. It seemed like he was making an effort but it came off as if she was just sweeping him under the rug. For a brief moment she thought about last night... The dream felt really real, but when she woke up she was alone in the bed and her dad had just taken the spare room.

Their pattern couldn't continue, she knew that. Alice picked up her phone and dialed Crystal's number. "Hey... I'm going to be late coming over... Yeah, I just have something really important I need to do."

For two days Alice hadn't come home. She did check in with her dad, but that was the extent of their communication. On Monday, after school she waited for her dad... They needed to talk and she wanted to let him know what was going on. There she sat at the breakfast counter where they last saw each other.

After what seemed like forever, she heard the front door open and she sat up and waited for him to enter. When he finally did, looking right at him. She was hesitant but she had to talk to him.

"Hey... I... I know things have been really weird, and that's my fault... but I want to make things better or at least as close as I can." She looked up at him for a moment before she continued. "I... I started seeing a psychiatrist today... And... I've started looking at places."
 
Ben was crestfallen when he heard Alice say she was looking at places. Did she mean she was planning to move out? That sure was what it sounded like. He knew things had been strained between them but he didn’t want to lose his baby girl. She was really all he had now.

“Alice….” He began and hesitated. He didn’t really know what to say. “Um, I know things haven’t been good between us lately, but I really keep hoping we can patch things up. After all, we’ve been together for a long time now, just the two of us, and I can’t imagine living here without you.”

He looked at her carefully, trying to gauge her response. He walked over to the kitchen counter and sat down on the stool next to her.

“I mean, that’s great that you’re trying to get your life together and decided to see somebody to talk about it. You know I’ve always been here for you whenever you needed to talk. But I guess what you’re going through right now is something you need to talk about with somebody besides me. I understand.”

He put his hand on her leg just above her knee and gave her a little squeeze.

“Why don’t we just sleep on it for now and we can talk again in the morning? What do you say?” He looked at her face and gave her his best smile, trying to keep things pleasant. She really does have a pretty face, he noted, much prettier when she’s not crying. He was tempted to give her another kiss like he had given her last night. But his better judgment prevailed.
 
The last thing she wanted to do was hurt her father. She could see it on his face when she said she looking at places to live... She would have to get a job.

"I know daddy... It's just... It's not a good idea for me to stay while I'm having... These feelings. I'll still come over sometimes and we can talk..." She tried to remember what it was her doctor said, "distance away from the situation will help me to accept that... You're just my dad so I can let go of this... Um," what was that word she used? "Damaging obsession." Not exactly what she said but close enough. It was hard to get the words out. Her voice was wavering but at least now she didn't feel like she would burst into tears.

“Why don’t we just sleep on it for now and we can talk again in the morning? What do you say?”

Her doctor warned her that she needed to make it clear that her leaving was for the best. Alice didn't think he would actually want her to stay. She knew she should tell him that she couldn't, that she needed to leave... But instead she just quietly nodded. She didn't want to leave, but she also didn't want to make things worse. In the morning maybe in the morning things would be different?

For the first time in a long time it seemed, they had dinner together. It was still on the quiet side, but they were at least in the same room together, and that was comforting to her. There was small talk "how was work?" "How are your friends?" "Is school going ok?" Maybe she could make it work at home. Only time would tell.

After they cleaned the dishes. Alice quickly hugged her father goodnight. Normally their hugs always lingered and she would kiss his cheek, but Alice didn't know if that was a good idea or not. Babysteps. It was a very draining day, and all she wanted to do was sleep.
 
It almost felt like old times as they sat and had dinner together. Ben couldn’t remember the last time they had. She helped him clean up the dishes then she gave him a hug and said goodnight. Again he had that instinct to kiss her cheek like they would have done in the past but again he resisted the urge.

He poured himself a beer for a nightcap and went into the living room and sat in his recliner. Were things getting a little better between them? He wished it were true. He was happy she had decided to get professional help. Maybe she would get over her “obsession.” He thought that maybe if he would be a little more affectionate toward her, it would help her stop feeling so bad. Or would that just make her obsession worse? He really didn’t know.

He finished his beer and headed for bed. He paused at the door to Alice’s room again. She appeared to be asleep but had at least changed into her pajamas tonight. He went on down to his room and undressed putting on his pajama bottoms, he never wore a top. He thought about Alice again and he really wanted to cuddle her and make her feel better. Maybe if he did it while she was asleep it would be all right he thought.

Quietly he went down the hall back to her room and pushed the door open. She appeared to still be sleeping as he walked up to the bed. She was in the middle but there was enough room beside her to lie down. He lay down carefully so as not to wake her and put an arm around her and pulled himself up tight against her. It felt nice to hold her in his arms. Now he was able to give her a soft kiss on her cheek. He just hoped she didn’t wake up while he was there beside her.
 
Alice was wearing a pink cotton night shirt, but that was mostly hidden beneath her this comforter to help keep her warm as they were now in November. Her room was so large, and the bed so big, she kind of looked like a sleeping princess from a fairy-tale. Alice was definitely a girly girl. The bed was covered in pink and white frills and even had a canopy. There was a complete vanity where she kept her makeup, jewelry, hair products, etc. There were various stuffed animals and posters on the walls from her favorite animes. Recently she started getting printed copies of artists she really admired online.

The mattress was so big that Alice wouldn't have even noticed that her father slipped in the bed even if she had been awake. When his arm slipped around her waist and their bodies pressed into one another, Alice sighed softly in her sleep. After he kissed her cheek she cuddled closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers. Her warm breath was lightly hitting his neck, and her fingers were playing with his chest hair, close to his pecks.

After a while, Alice shifted in her sleep. she was on her side but now her leg was over his. This caused the bottom of her long night shirt to bunch up right at her hip.
 
Ben could feel Alice’s breath on his neck. It felt warm and comforting. He wondered if she could feel his breath too. Although he was certain she was still asleep he felt her fingers on his chest running through his chest hair and lightly brushing his nipples. The reaction below his waist confirmed that he found this rather arousing.

His intent was to comfort her not to arouse either of them but he didn’t entirely dislike the effect she was having on him. Alice shifted in her sleep causing one of her legs to lie on top of his. Her skin felt smooth and soft against his. Her leg was dangerously close to his groin causing even more arousal. He cursed himself for letting this happen but at the same time did nothing to stop it.

Almost unconsciously, like his actions were not connected to his mind, his hand slipped down and stroked the soft smooth leg of his daughter. His hand slid along her calf then moved up to her thigh. She moaned lightly and moved a little in her sleep and he paused to make sure he hadn’t awakened her. Her movement had also caused her nightshirt to slide up almost to her waist and now he could see her round bottom as well. He couldn’t resist the urge to slide his hand further up and caress her soft round ass. He knew it was wrong but his urges overcame his morals. But he knew he had to stop. He didn’t want to encourage Alice’s immoral thoughts.

He had to get out of her bed before she happened to wake up. He gave her another kiss, this time on the lips and his hand gave her round butt a little squeeze. She moaned in her sleep and he slid out of the bed and hurried back to his own room before she might wake up.
 
Alice actually dreamed of her father that night. The dream was much different from the lust filled content it usually was. It was much like the night before, only it continued past kissing. He kissed softly and lovingly, not like a father would, but as a lover. Even after Ben really left her bed, she continued to think and dream about him. When she woke up, the dream was in her mind.

Alice pulled her sheet over her head. Why? Why does she keep having these bad thoughts? She knew they weren't right, that it wasn't normal. She was a freak of nature. No girls thought of their fathers in this way! Alice was stressing herself so much, she was feeling sick.

Dad... I'm sorry, but I just can't stay here. Alice had made her decision... but she wouldn't be able to move out right away. She needed to find a job and save money quickly... But what could she possibly do? In movies, girls would wind up stripping, but Alice could never do that... Still, needed to think of something. Maybe move in with a friend?

Alice spent most of her morning in her room, applying for any job she could find on her laptop... She didn't have any work experience... Dad always took care of her. She sighed, this was going to be hard.

It was 8 am. Alice had to get ready and be at school by 9 for her morning dance class. She changed into pink tights, a green leotard and a soft green and flora wrap skirt, then she threw on a pink baggy sweater since the weather started to get chilly. Picking up her bag with the rest of her dance gear, she exited her room leaving her laptop open on her bed.
 
Ben heard the front door close just about the time he finished showering and getting dressed. He headed out of his bedroom and verified that it had indeed been Alice leaving for school. She didn’t even bother to tell him she was leaving. Oh well.

He looked into her room and saw her laptop sitting open on her bed. Curiosity got the best of him and he went in to take a look. He was surprised but he shouldn’t have been that her laptop showed she had been looking for jobs and made a bunch of applications. So she must be serious about wanting to move out, he thought. He did not like this thought.

He kept poking through her computer and came upon a couple of her social media sites. A lot of selfies and he had to admit she really was beautiful. A few of them were a little risqué but no nudity but he still found himself getting hard looking at her pictures. His hand unconsciously reached down to his groin as he continued looking and he rubbed his hard cock inside his pants just a little. Was he actually getting turned on by his own daughter? Maybe he shouldn’t be refusing her advances.

But he knew that wouldn’t be right. But maybe he could give in a little? Be more affectionate? Give her tighter hugs. Kiss her more. Certainly not anything inappropriate but make her feel that he really loved her and wanted to make her feel good. He resolved to start that evening when he got home.

He was about to be late for work but before he left he put a comment under one of her pictures he liked the most. “You are so beautiful! I love you! Your secret admirer.” Then he headed out the door.
 
After dance class, Alice started packing up her bag when one of her friends and classmate came up to her. She had red hair and had a smile on her face.

"So who is he?" Her friend asked, which only prompted a puzzled look from Alice.

"Who?"

"The guy who posted on your picture under your account. Your secret admirer?" She raised her eyebrow. "When did you get a boyfriend?!"

"I didn't!" Alice exclaimed.

"Ok, when did you get a girlfriend then?" The redhead replied cheekily.

Alice rolled her eyes and then checked her phone. Sure enough she had notifications under a selfie she took a week ago. There was the post under her name and then a few friends replied afterwards.

You are so beautiful! I love you! Your secret admirer.

Awww! You should have posted under your account so we can find out who this "admirer" is ;)

This is probably just Alice playing a joke haha. No offense love, but I doubt you could hide something like a guy from me!

Ugh, emotions. Gross :p



Alice blushed as she tried to think who could have posted this under her account. She didn't really have any guy friends and she only logged in under her phone or computer.

"Did you do this?" Alice asked Rachel. Rachel always used her phone, and Alice didn't mind usually.

"Nope. So your admirer hacked your account? That's creepy..."

Alice had another suspicion... But it was probably wishful thinking. She put her phone away. "I wonder who it is..." She didn't have time to really think about it, she had to get to her next class.

~*~*~*~*~

Alice returned home after getting supplies. In her hands were bags from her cooking class. Though Alice took dance, it was only an elective. Food was her passion and there was her finals she needed to practice for. At least this meant she and her dad didn't need to worry about dinner.

At the thought of her dad, she remembered the comment on her picture... Was it her dad? If so why wouldn't he just write "dad"? Alice kept thinking quietly as she peeped the food.
 
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