Chapter 2
Dex
My daughter is eighteen today, and it’s like my dirty, inappropriately-wired brain is finally off the leash.
A lot of the people I deal with are old-fashioned. They come from old money and older families, and being married seemed to be the right move for me financially at the time.
Like being married makes any fucking difference.
Still, it was no skin off my nose. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had my share of girlfriends, and when I met Carol and realized she’d like it to be more, I thought, why not?
Of course, I wasn’t fully prepared for the instant family she brought into my life with Lina, but the moment I saw her, I knew she would be my future. Protective doesn’t even begin to describe it.
I’d kill anyone who harmed my daughter. I’d burn down the whole city if I thought it would make her happy. I’d give my money away to charity and live like a hermit at a single word from my beautiful stepdaughter’s lips.
Fuck, I do not need to be thinking about my stepdaughter’s lips right now. All that does is make me picture her on her knees, looking up at me with a smile as she opens her mouth to show me the cum pooling against her tongue, my red, swollen dick gripped in her delicate little fingers.
Blonde, curvy, perfect in every fucking way. It’s a miracle I held my perverted thoughts at bay until her womanhood truly settled in.
I can barely breathe. Imagining her under me, naked, is like trying to imagine what heaven would feel like.
That Oscar de la Renta dress I sent over as an early birthday present slid up her thighs when she got out of the car, and I caught just the tiniest glimpse of pastel-pink cotton, pulled tight enough across her virgin cunt to hint at the shape of what was underneath.
And now I know I can’t walk away without taking my daughter’s virginity.
Yeah, virgin. I know that for a fucking fact, because until I moved out permanently a month ago, after this place was fully fixed up, I kept close tabs on her.
Not only that, but her doctor is a close personal friend, who knows I have dirt on him if I ever needed to use it.
I’ve never even needed to make that threat explicit.
I make all her appointments, and I get reports about everything.
Her virginity is just one part of a very long list of things I want to know about.
So I know for sure, Lina is as pure now as the day I met her, but that’s not going to last long.
That thought is in my head as I lead her through to the kitchen, take the cake from her slightly trembling hands, and place it on the counter.
I don’t know whether she’s still upset about some fucker out on the roads, or whether she noticed the way my dick was trying to find its way to her out on the drive, but I don’t intend to let any negative thoughts linger in that pretty little head.
“You had a nice birthday, baby?” I ask as I grab two glasses and open the fridge for champagne.
“Mom’s away, so I went to the shelter. There were two baby desert iguanas brought in last night. Daddy, they’re so cute.” She grins as I turn back to her, starting to pour for us both. “They can both fit in the palm of your hand at once. I got to name them. Guess what I chose?”
I put my hands under her arms and lift, her tiny weight like nothing to me as I sit her on the counter in front of me, like I used to do when she was thirteen, and I’d make her those banana and peanut butter sandwiches she loved and her mother forbade.
She self-consciously pushes the hem of her dress down between her legs, but not before I see those thighs glistening-damp under the kitchen lights, and smell the unmistakable scent of my daughter’s pussy.
My mouth is too dry to speak properly when I choke out a reply. “What did you call them, baby?”
“Smeagol and Deagol.” She laughs. “You know, like in Lord of the Rings?”
I chuckle, remembering reading her that story at bedtime.
I’d only heard of the films until then, I didn’t even know that they were based on a book.
I’ve done a lot of reading in my time, but little of it for entertainment.
She used to love the voices I did for the characters, though, and it’s cute that it’s still her favorite book.
“Here,” I say, handing her one of the glasses of champagne. “Happy birthday.”
“Happy birthday, Daddy,” she says, lifting the glass and clinking it against mine as a spurt of cum seeps from my dick.
I lean in, trying to hide the shudder that passes through me, and bump her arms with mine.
Her glass tips. The sparkling wine sloshes over the side of the glass and splashes against her ample tits.
She gasps, jumping back, and that only causes more of it to spill down her front, soaking her already see-through dress so that it clings to the outline of her bra.
I’m moving on instinct, taking the glass from her hand and putting it aside.
“Oh, I’m soaked!” she complains, looking down at her pretty pink dress as it goes dark all along the bodice. “I’m sorry, Daddy, that champagne probably cost a fortune—”
I’m leaning forward before I know it. Who knows what’s going through my mind as I take hold of the hem of her dress and start to pull it up.
“Daddy, what are you—?”
“We need to get this off you,” I tell her, my mind working in a daze. “It will never come out of this fabric if we don’t get it soaking immediately. Don’t act like you don’t want me to take care of you.”
She pushes at my hands. “No, I can’t… I’ll go change in the bathroom. I have some of my own clothes here, Daddy…”
She tries to wriggle away, to climb down off the counter, but something inside me shifts.
I grip her hips firmly, seating her in place, thumbs raking over the soft fabric of the skirt, lifting it higher on her thighs as her face turns red.
“You don’t need to go to the bathroom to change.
You’re a big girl now,” I tell her. “You’re my daughter, and I’m here to take care of you.
Now, Daddy is going to take this dress off, and you’re going to let me.
” My voice is dark, and I notice the way she shivers as she nods, her mouth parted with no words coming out.
I slide my hands up her sides until they cup her breasts.
Her body stiffens, but she doesn’t try to pull away as her nipples start to poke out on the darkened pink, damp chiffon.
“You don’t want the new birthday dress Daddy bought for you ruined, do you, baby? ”
She shakes her head, and I trail my hands down again from her tits to the hem, pushing it up to reveal her thighs.
She lifts her bottom off the counter like the good girl she is for me to slide the dress out from under her, then I lift it up, baring her inch by beautiful fucking inch until I pull it off her head and drop it to the floor.
“Daddy, doesn’t it need to be soaked?” Her face is still red as she tries to cover her tits with her hands, squeezing her legs together to hide her pussy. She’s wearing pastel pink matching bra and panties that short-circuit my brain.
I shake my head. “Soaking is important, but there’s something else that’s soaking that’s more important right now. Your pussy is wet, isn’t it?”
I put my hands on her knees and shove her legs wide, enjoying the failed bit of resistance she tries.
She knows this is wrong, and her cute little virgin, good girl mind is telling her she should stop, even as her body begs for what’s about to happen.
We’re not actually related, but I’ve been her only father, and she’s never looked at me other than as that parental figure.
Until now.
“Please, Daddy, don’t… It’s embarrassing. I’m… I’m all wet down there…please, don’t.”
I meet her eyes as I hold her legs apart. “Why are you wet, baby?”
“Uhhhhh…” She swallows, her little bow-shaped lips forming an ‘O’ shape as she thinks of what to say. She screws up her face, lifting her shoulders. “From… from the champagne?”
I shake my head. “We both know that’s a lie, Lina Marie. You were wet down here before you spilled your champagne, weren’t you?”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, then turns her eyes down as she nods.
“So, you tell Daddy, why are you wet down in your private parts?” I ask again. When she shrugs and says nothing, I lower my voice to a growl. “You’ve always told me the truth, baby. Don’t change that now.”
“It just happens sometimes when I’m… around you…”
My dick nearly tears through my pants. Saliva gathers under my tongue as the room starts to spin.
“Good girl. Such a good girl. That’s your body getting you ready, Lina.
” I lean over and kiss her parted lips, running my tongue along the seam, and I don’t miss the little tremor that passes through her body.
I pull back on my own little moan because she tastes so fucking good. My cock is already straining with the need to come when she asks, “Ready for what, Daddy?”
I push my hips between her knees. I can smell her pussy, and it’s a scent she’s created just for me.
That sweet, savory scent is burning itself into my memory.
My cock is throbbing, thickening, growing and reaching out to her, and I don’t miss the way her eyes fix on the tent in the front of my pants.
I lean down to her ear, swiping the edge with my tongue, and whisper, “It’s getting ready for Daddy’s cock, baby.” I start to sink to my knees. “Among other things. Nobody needs to know, it will be our secret…”