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by Victoria Blackstone
A collection of short stories of familial entanglement
Published by Lot’s Cave
Daddies and Daughters 3, © 2018, by Victoria Blackstone
Cover by Morgaine Wrightman
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
A Lot’s Cave Novel
Dolled Up For Daddy
I bit my lip, trying not to laugh as I took her in. “What are you up to, monkey?”
Her brows drew. “Mooom...”
I cleared my throat. “Sorry.” I tugged at the hem of her nightie. “What’s up?”
She shrugged, looking away as a shy smile began to form.
I reached beneath her nightie and scratched her belly. “You have the prettiest smile.” It morphed into an adorable grin. I laughed quietly, in deference to my husband, hopefully still asleep beside me.
She’d gotten into my makeup and, admittedly, she hadn’t done half bad. The rouge was a bit overdone, but the mascara and the eye shadow were perfect. What really stood out, though, was the lipstick. It was a deep burgundy, the darkest shade I own, and completely inappropriate for an eleven year old.
I’d worn it last night, on a date with her father, and now, as I stared at her, it came to me that she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off my lips. Her father hadn’t been able to, either, but, I digress...
Her eyes flicked across the bed, then back to me. “Think daddy will think I look nice?”
My brow went up. She must have sensed my alarm, reserved though it was, for, her eyes dropped to a spot on the bed. I ran the tip of my finger down to the base of her belly, intent on hooking her underwear, instead, my finger slid down through the crease between her vulva and her thigh, making both our eyes go big. “Where are your underwear?” I asked, trying for as casual a tone as I could muster.
She shrugged, unable to meet my eyes.
I took and released a breath. I had no desire to embarrass her. I again found the hem of her nightie and tugged it, both to get her attention and to ensure she was covered. “That what you’re trying to do, sweetie?” At her confused look, I said, “Get your daddy to notice you?”
She smiled, shy, and nodded, though it was barely noticeable.
Interesting. In my softest, most non-threatening tone, I said, “Tell me why you want him to notice you?”
Again, she smiled that shy smile. “I want him to look at me the way he looks at you... like he did last night.”
“Mm. And how did he look at me last night?”
“Like you’re really pretty. Like...” She shrugged, even as she shot another glance at him.
I slipped my hand beneath her gown, again, and ran the backs of my fingers over her soft skin. “Like what, sweetheart?”
She met my gaze. “Like he wants to kiss you and squeeze you.”
I swallowed, mostly to suppress the moan that threatened to slip out. He had, indeed, kissed me, and squeezed me, and took me to the place a daddy isn’t supposed to take his daughter. But I was beginning to get the impression that that was exactly what she wanted.
It wasn’t just this latest attempt at making herself up. No, there have been other signs. She’s been staring at him, seemingly watching his every move, and she’s taken to wearing her bikini at pretty much every opportunity, which I could understand, were it not the middle of fall. And now... I drew the backs of my fingers lower, stopping just at the top of her mound, lingering there a moment before inching back up.
I studied her face, her rounded cheeks and her pouty lips, her pretty blue eyes and her cute little up-turned nose. She’s not quite a year younger than I’d been when I lost my virginity to a friend of my brother’s.
The experience had been just this side of traumatic, for, although I had the biggest crush on him, he’d been more clueless than I, and I’d been sore for the better part of two days when, with no appreciable lubrication, he’d stuffed his fourteen year-old cock into me. I can still feel the stabbing pain like it was yesterday.
Painful or not, I’d been ready for sex, ready for something bigger than the handle of my brush, ready to be naked against a boy, or, if I was to indulge my deepest, most intimate fantasy, my own, sweet father.
I stared at her, wondering if the makeup and the flaunting were her experimenting with her budding sexuality, or if, like me, she was past simple curiosity. I wondered if, like me, she would find herself on her back, in some teenaged boy’s bedroom, crying silent tears while he prodded at her with a complete lack of interest in her well-being or her comfort.
I ran my hand back down, slowly, watching her eyes. She bit her lip when I began to tease the hair at the top of her mound, and she swayed when I pulled it through my fingers. “Too much rouge,” I murmured. “You don’t need any.”
She smiled. I drew my nails up the outside of her thigh, making her shiver. “Come on, let me up.”
I turned her away from me and wrapped my arms around her, then nuzzled her as I steered her toward my bathroom. She was a giggling mess by the time I closed the door. I patted the vanity. “Sit.”
She hopped up onto the edge, her eyes going wide as an interesting squeak escaped her.
I moved to stand before her, effectively blocking her. “Cold?”
She nodded, giving me a pleading look.
I tapped the tip of her nose. “It’ll warm quickly, but let that be a little reminder what happens to naughty little girls who forget their underwear.”
Her gaze dropped and she shivered. I spent a few moments removing the blush, which, in my opinion she really didn’t need. The lipstick, however, would make her father’s mouth water, and I’d have left it alone, but I figured, if she was going to wear it, she might as well do it right. I went over it, deviating from the natural curve of her lips the slightest bit, thus enhancing her natural pout.
I capped the lipstick then handed her the hand-held mirror. “Take a look.”
She pursed her lips, then smiled. “You didn’t follow them.”
I shrugged. “Sometimes it’s okay to color outside the lines.” I reached for my darkest burgundy lip pencil.
“Watch and learn, monkey.”
Though her brows drew, she let the endearment go, and she watched me, using the mirror, as I carefully applied the liner. “Wow,” she breathed, once I finished.
“Wow, indeed.” The thought of her father seeing her this way gave me mixed feelings. On the one hand, I couldn’t deny the little tingle in my pussy, as I pictured her presenting herself to him, hoping to entice him. On the other hand, I felt guilty for even entertaining the idea.
I released a slow breath. Maybe she’d be content to flirt. Maybe she just wanted to see if she could get his attention. Even as I entertained the notion, though, my conscience was shaking her head in disbelief.
She jumped when I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, teasing her with the tips of my fingers. I stopped just shy of her vulva. “Not afraid daddy will see you?”
I watched as her thoughts and emotions swirled in her eyes, so vibrant with the life of youth. “Careful what you wish for, little girl,” I whispered.
She swallowed, shuddering, when my fingers retreated. “What...” She cleared her throat. “What do you mean, Momma?”
I cupped her cheek, brushing the velvety skin with my thumb. “Not sure how much teasing your father can take, before he gives in,” I murmured.
I shook my head, my eyes closing as I reached out to kiss her forehead. I pulled back to meet her gaze. “Want your daddy to notice you?”
She smiled. I laughed softly, again cupping her cheek. “Do you know why?”
Her brows drew. I eased the tip of a finger down the slope of her nose, then tapped it. “He pays attention to you now, honey, more than any father I know. You’re his whole world.”
She continued to stare at me, too nervous to voice whatever thoughts were filling her beautiful, young mind. I knew, though, for, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. In my softest voice, I said, “He’s a big boy, sweetheart.” I gripped her thigh, my thumb less than an inch away from her young sex, and I squeezed. “He’ll stretch you open like you can’t imagine.”
“Momma!” she hissed.
I laughed softly but the smile faded quickly. “Why are you so interested in getting his attention?”
For several long moments she stared at me, warring with herself.
“You can tell me, baby. I’m safe.”
She took then released a deep breath. “I have dreams about him.”
I wondered if they were as vivid as the ones I’d had about my father. I pushed the hair out of her eyes with a finger. “Tell me.”
She studied me for a long moment, obviously gathering her nerve, then... “He kisses my neck,” she whispered. “Like they do in the movies.” Her gaze moved to my neck. “Like he does to you.”
It was everything I had not to shiver. I nodded, instead. “So... you just want him to kiss your neck?”
She bit her lip, her head shaking.
“Tell me, baby. I promise, you’re safe with me.”
Her eyes came up to search my own. In a near-whisper, she said, “I dream about him, um...” She closed her eyes.
Fucking you silly? “Making love to you?”
She hesitated a moment before nodding.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” Her eyes came open. I said, “I used to have those kinds of dreams, too. I’m pretty sure it’s normal.”
I nodded. “It is.”
“So, you don’t think I’m...”
I reached up to cup her cheek, my head shaking. “I think you’re about the sweetest, most prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, and I don’t think there’s a thing wrong with you, but acting on your desires, wanting to make your dreams real, that’s...”
I shook my head. “Nothing about you is gross, Susan. Don’t ever think that.” I exhaled. “It’s illegal, for one thing. Your father could go to prison, for much less.”
She was shaking her head even before the words were out. “I would never tell!”
Her words, whispered with such conviction, told me two things: she was far beyond curious, and she had already considered the ramifications of what she wanted. This wasn’t a girl just out to tease. She was looking for experience, and I could either bury my head in the sand and pray she waited until she was older—a lot older! Or I could ensure that her first foray into womanhood was both enjoyable and safe. I chose the latter. I caressed her cheek with my thumb. “Want your daddy to make you a woman, sweetheart?”
She hesitated only a moment before nodding.
I stepped back and held a hand out to her. She took it and I pulled her into a hug. As I breathed in her scent, I thought of telling her not to get her hopes up, that there was the possibility that he could shut her down. I knew better, though. I know my husband well enough to know that he can’t keep his eyes off of her. No, if she wants sex from him, really wants it, there is no way in hell he could deny her.
I took one last, deep breath of her then pulled back to see her eyes. “I won’t stand in your way, but I want you to be sure this is what you want.”
She gave me a hopeful look. “What do I do?”
My gaze dropped and I reached out to tug on her nightie. “This is cute, but it doesn’t exactly scream Look at me!”We laughed but my smile faded quickly. “Know your crop top, the pretty blue one?” She nodded. “That, and the satin panties you insisted on.”
She looked skeptical. I said, “Trust me, honey.”
She caught her lip in her teeth, and for a long moment she studied my eyes, then she nodded once. “Then what?”
I pulled my fingers through the sparse tangle of hair atop her mound, enjoying the way her eyelids fluttered. “Crawl into bed with him. He’ll do the rest.”
Her eyes got big at his approaching footsteps, and even bigger when he knocked.
I kissed her forehead. “Change your mind anytime you feel you need to. I promise he’ll stop, and he’ll continue to love you just as much as he does now.”
“Gotta pee,” he said, his voice low and rough from sleep.
She clapped her hand over her mouth. I laughed soundlessly. Through the door, I addressed him. “Use the other bathroom, handsome.”
He groaned. She waited until his footsteps faded before laughing. On the way out, I spanked her bottom. She spun around, her eyes alight with excitement as she rubbed herself. “Ow!”
“Go. And don’t forget to brush your teeth. A lady should always have a clean mouth.”