She sat in front of me crying her eyes out… the daughter I had dreamed of when I got married. We were blessed with her eighteen years ago and here she is crying because of the stupid, irresponsible and immature boys she was getting involved with.
I think my desperation for a daughter stemmed from my lack of a sister. My mother had a daughter before me but she died at birth, which always made me wonder what I would have been like as a person had I had a sister. But then, Aaliyah blessed my life with her presence. I loved her from the moment I set my eyes on her and I would knowingly treat her differently from our three boys.
Aaliyah was now a beautiful young eighteen year old woman - tall, slim, dark brown hair and light brown eyes. I would often look at her in shock as to how someone like her could have come from me and my wife because she was drop-dead gorgeous whereas me and my wife were pretty average, at best!
“Why do these boys do this to me? I give them my heart and they give me back fuck all!” And she continued sniffling as tears streamed down her face.
I swallowed back my hurt and pain from seeing her like this, and responded with a firm voice.
“Aaliyah, you are not ready for this! You are not like these other girls. We have kept you away from these things because of this very reason. To be honest, these boys are not ready for you either. You want someone to be yours, your prince, but all they want is to boast about the number of girls they have had like the trophies they get from their sports teams. You are not a fucking trophy, Aaliyah!”
She looked at me with her watery eyes and responded in a croaky, heart-breaking voice.
“But why shouldn’t I also feel this feeling all my friends speak of?” and she broke down again, her body shaking with each sob. She ran off upstairs.
As I saw her run upstairs, my mind ran through a quick succession of thoughts and images. Every now and again, I would be requested to pick Aaliyah up from some school event, and she would always bring the same two girls with her for me to drop off. Those drives were particularly difficult because I would be struggling with my eyes darting from the rear-view mirror back to the road. Seeing them sitting there behind me, so fresh and so fucking sexy would trigger mental pictures of me burying my face in between their cute panties.
However, I noticed the physical changes in my own daughter. Her body had blossomed at a sudden and impressive pace. Clearly, I was not the only male having noticed her new look as she started getting approached at school a lot more. Aaliyah had been dying for this kind of attention. All her friends had boyfriends and she would often come home telling us about how this girl and that girl had started going out with this boy and that boy. My wife wouldn’t notice but I could see the need, and desire for herself to have the same kind of attention. It was the way she would gaze in the distance as she would be telling us about her friends.
She started dressing less conservatively as well, with tighter clothes suddenly featuring in bags from shopping trips to the malls. My wife would be happy with our daughter’s sudden interest in her self-image but with me being the protective father I am, I had reservations and concerns with the kind of attention she would be getting.
Aaliyah was not like the rest of her friends. Her friends were strong characters. Loud, brash, and full of confidence. Aaliyah was not. She had had her fair share of bullying in younger years. She was also just a more delicate creature. So when she started coming home from school with beaming smiles and re-refreshed make up, I could tell she was starting to get noticed.
We started getting phone calls from school teachers complaining of Aaliyah being caught in off-limit locations at school and her lying about after-school activities which we had not given her permission to attend. Why would a girl who has never stepped a foot wrong in school suddenly start behaving in such a way? Well, I knew why. These boys were not the innocent boys of the school either… no, no, no! She was attracted to the ‘bad boys’ of the school. The ones who were cycling through girls like they were some new gadgets which needed replacing with the latest and better models. This was her second boyfriend this year who had decided to dump my daughter for someone else and I so wished she would just stop doing this to herself.
My wife was about to run after her, but I stopped her and told her that I would go to speak to her. My wife was the strict half of the parenting team at home. She was the one who disciplined the children. She was the one who would shout and scream at them when they pissed her off. I was the soft touch. I was the one who they would come to reason and discuss their issues because I would give them the airtime to voice their opinions.
But with Aaliyah, I was even more sensitive and soft. If she knew how wrapped around her fingers I was, she could make me do anything and I wouldn’t even think twice. This thought would often make me shiver because I knew how risky a situation my relationship with my daughter could create. I had had plenty of dreams and visions, which involved many socially unacceptable scenarios and usually ended up with one or both of us naked.
As I walked up to her bedroom, I could hear her talking to one of her friends on speakerphone.
“What’s wrong with me, Sophie? Why would Alan need to go looking somewhere else when I have laid myself bare in front of him?” Aaliyah was still sniffling but seemed to be calmer than before.
“Aaliyah, hun. I told you to stay away from him! You are far too sweet for someone like him. Why do you always go running after that group of boys?” Sophie replied. There was a moment of silence before Aaliyah responded.
“Because they are the ones who know how to be with a girl. I don’t want some shy boy who doesn’t know how to make a girl feel good about herself. Alan would say all the right things and make me feel so good.” Aaliyah started sobbing again.
I decided to knock on my daughter’s door.
“Aaliyah, baby. Daddy needs to talk to you. Can I come in?” I waited for her to respond. I heard her say something but it was too low for me to make out. There were sounds of some shuffling around in her room before she responded.
“OK Daddy. Come in.”
I opened the door and froze. She had changed out of her school uniform and now sat on the edge of her bed in a crop top, and panties. She clearly had no bra on and I could make out the protrusions of her nipples. She had never, ever before presented herself in this manner, without being shy and without trying to cover herself. She was always shy about me coming in her room if she was changing. Her long, luscious locks of hair fell on her chest and she was looking at me with eyes which were red from her crying.
“Errrr, Aaliyah you should put…” I started coughing and sputtering as I choked on my own saliva, as my mouth had suddenly started salivating a lot.
“It’s OK Daddy. I don’t mind… not today.” She got up and walked up to me, reached past me to close the door and then just hugged me. Her loose hair was in my face, and I could smell her perfume. She was hugging me tightly and her body was pressing into mine. I put my hands where I always did when she would hug me – on the small of her back – but this time, I felt her soft, smooth, and velvety skin on my hand. That touch created a tsunami of blood to flow down south, and I felt my cock harden. At that precise moment, Aaliyah repositioned herself just slightly. Her right leg fit in the gap between my legs. She gasped.
“Daddy! Errrr, what’s that pressing into my leg?” she said, gazing into my eyes, knowingly.
I often made a conscious effort to remind her how beautiful she was, to bolster her self-confidence. But I knew she would be thinking that, being her father, I would say this automatically. I would therefore extend the discussion by telling her that I was not only her father, but also a man. Therefore, I knew she was beautiful because of how she made me feel when I looked at her. That’s all I would say to her. She would look at me confusingly.
However, over the last few months, the look she had started giving me had changed. In fact, what I was trying to tell her had also changed from an admission of her beauty to an admission of her sexiness. Without me asking her, and without her telling me, it was clear that she had started to understand. In the situation I found myself now, it felt like the time was right to be black and white about this.
“I have been told you how beautiful you are, Aaliyah. However, over the last few months whenever I have told you how beautiful you are, I have been also telling you something else. I am telling you how sexy you have become.”
I pulled away from her as I continued.
“I am not a fool, Aaliyah. I am fully aware that you are now more aware of things that you may have not been aware about before. You know what just pressed into your leg, Aaliyah, and you also know what that means.”
Aaliyah looked at me with an innocent look before her eyes dropped lower to gaze at my bulge. I shifted uncomfortably from one leg to the other. Aaliyah then looked up at me and smiled.
“So, do I turn you on, Daddy?” she questioned, confirming what I said about her knowing what was going on.
As the words escaped her mouth, I felt a sudden rush of emotions. Guilt! Guilt for the fact I was allowing this to happen, but at the same time an over-whelming amount of sexual energy was washing over me. I looked at her as she looked at me. What did she want me to say? Should I tell her the truth? What should I do? Before I could even process what was happening, my wife called out to me from downstairs asking if everything was OK. I looked at Aaliyah and half smiled and half frowned as I turned around to leave the room. Just as I was to leave, Aaliyah reached out and grabbed my hand.
