He was sitting down on the edge of the bed. His face serious and his frown worried me.   

“Are you sure about this?”  

I hugged myself, the feeling of being vulnerable itching inside me.   

“Yes... I want this.”  

He sighed and then looked me over again. I squirmed a bit, avoiding his gaze. Even while wearing my favorite dress, I could see he was imagining what was under it. It seemed it was taking him quite an effort to do. As if for the first time, he finally could see me as a woman.   

“Once we do this, there is no turning back... I won’t... be able to see you as I used to.”  

“I know...”  

I felt my face blush, hard.  

“I’m a grown woman now. I want it to be you.”  

I looked at him and met his gaze. We stared at each other awkwardly.   

“I haven’t been with anyone since.... you know.”  

He looked down and my body instinctively moved to him. I hated seeing him sad. It had been almost half a year since she had died, he was still not over it.  

“I know. That’s why I want to give you this... you’ve always taken care of me. Let me take care of you, Daddy.”  

My hands held his face, his eyes on mine, our lips so close I felt his breath on mine. Then we both closed our eyes and I could taste him. My heart skipped a beat. His mouth was soft and skillful. Kissing him felt like finally drinking water after being thirsty for so long. I grabbed one of his hands and put it on my waist. He tenderly pulled me towards him.  

“Sweetie... this is wrong...”  

The word stung. I could feel his cheeks wet with tears. Did he hate it? Did he hate me for what I was doing?  

“No, Daddy... is only wrong if you don’t want it. You don’t want me?”  

For a few seconds we kept kissing in silence, he seemed to be pondering the question. Then his other hand grabbed my waist too pulling me towards him. I opened my legs straddling him, this raised my dress right above my waist. His hand lowering to caress my butt.  

“Oh Daddy, yes.”  

I moaned as his lips started to slide down my neck. I had fantasized about this moment for the longest time. My face hurt from smiling as his mouth tasted my skin. It hadn’t been easy. After her death, Daddy had shut himself out of my life. He took me in when I was a kid, not my biological Dad but a bond even stronger.   

He had always been there for me, and I knew he had plans with his beloved. They wanted to start a family, a real family. It hurt me to think I was not his real family but I was happy for him. Then she died, it was sudden and painful, it broke something inside him.  

“My dear girl... so sweet.”  

“Yes, Daddy.”  

His hand held my ass firmly and with his other hand, he slowly reached behind me and pulled down on the zipper of my dress. The dress opened up to him, revealing my naked neckline. He pulled the dress down and my breast jumped from under it. I wasn’t wearing a bra, my perky pink nipples hard in my firm and round breast.  

His hand cupped one of them and my nipple disappeared in his mouth. I moaned as he sucked on it, biting gently. I kept moaning and felt the wetness drenching my panties. One of my free hands intruded between my legs to caress my clit from on top of the cloth.  

“Does Robert know?”  

I shook my head in denial. Not really a lie. But I didn’t want to spoil the moment with the truth.  

“I always knew you were a naughty girl. With your skimpy outfits and all the boys, you hang out with.”  

“Daddy....”  

He pulled my body to him. I could feel the bulge on his jeans.  

“I took you in, gave you a roof and food when no one wanted you. I loved you like a daughter. Why would you want to ruin it?”  

I looked down at him, he seemed to be pleading but his body was acting differently. His body was aroused.  

“You are the best Daddy, but I’m a grown-up now. I can’t be your little girl anymore. It’s been two years since I moved out and I thought... you had someone to take care of you, someone to love you and keep you company.”  

He seemed on the verge of tears again but I grabbed his face and guided it to my breast. He started sucking on my nipple and kissed around my breast.   

“So now that she’s gone, you can take me. As the woman, I am now. Give me all your frustration and sadness. I’ll make it better.”  

He looked up at me and I noticed I was crying. Not out of sadness but of happiness. I, finally, was able to give back to him what he gave me all those years ago when he took care of me. He slowly turned me over on the bed, his hands caressing my body as he pulled down my dress and panties.   

I met his eyes as he looked me up and down, naked. I felt so vulnerable yet I didn’t cover myself. He had never seen me naked before and he seemed to be enjoying it. It was me who moved first. I raised myself a bit and started undoing his belt. He was in a trance watching me do it. My smile so wide it hurt my cheeks.   

He took off his shirt right before I finished unzipping his pants. He tossed it away, revealing a hairy chest and a slight beer belly. In his mid-forties, he had seen better days. To me, he was still so sexy. When he pulled down his briefs, I was delighted at what sprung from under them.   

“Oh my, Daddy. It’s so... thick.”  

He smirked slightly. His cock wasn’t that big in length but the girth. It had a big bulging head and was slightly curved up. But the shaft was so thick it made its head look small. It reminded me of one of my big toys, the ones I used to train my pussy to get used to big cocks.  

My hands rested on his shoulders and pulled him down with me as I lay back. His body fitting perfectly between my open legs.  

“There’s no going back from this. Sweetie, are you sure you want this?”  

I kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. At the same time, I grabbed his cock with one hand and guided the tip into the lips of my pussy. That is all he needed. He thrust his hips at me, slowly sliding inside my wet pussy.   

A moan escaped my lips as I felt his thick cock filling me up. The pleasure was incredible. My pussy was so tight around his cock I could feel him throbbing inside me. He kept a slow movement, kissing me with hunger.   

“Oh, Daddy, your cock feels so good.”  

My legs crossed behind his body, pulling him deeper, his motion speeding up. I started feeling my orgasm build up in my belly. The fuzzy warm feeling spreading slowly.   

“You are going to make me cum, Daddy.”  

“Oh, sweetie. I’m cumming too.”  

I’m still not sure who came first. Maybe he came when I clenched my pussy in orgasm. Or maybe, feeling his hot cum made me cum. After a few magnificent seconds, he laid on top of me, panting.   

“I’m sorry... it has been so long...”  

“Shh, It’s alright. That felt so good.”  

He smiled at me and kissed me as he rolled over and laid beside me. I leaned on his chest and he started caressing my arm. We spent a few minutes in silence, enjoying each other.   

“Have you thought about names?”  

The question took me by surprise.   

“Not really. I never thought I would want kids and Robert... well... he leaves those kinds of things to me.”  

“What about... Jeannie?”  

The silence suddenly grew tense.   

“Are you sure?”  

“If it’s a girl, I mean. It would mean the world to me.”  

“Then Jeannie it is... if it’s a baby girl.”  

Jeannie was the name of the one he loved and passed away. The one fate took from him. So it felt fair that I give him a Jeannie. I touched my belly, where I hoped our baby would grow.   

“So... how long do we have to... you know, do this?”  

I looked up at him. Unsure of what he meant.  

“Why do you ask?”  

“It’s hard for me to not see you as my daughter. I know we are not related by blood but, I took care of you... but now you are a woman and after all this, I can’t... see you as my daughter anymore.”  

“Daddy..”  

But I stopped talking. He might not be my Daddy anymore.  

“I am Robert’s and I will always be his. But I am also partly yours, so you can have me anytime you want.”  

A smile grew on his face. My hand resting on his thigh. I noticed his cock was starting to get hard again. It made me so glad. I was going to need all his cum to have his baby.