Daddys Hidden Desires

Story One

James stared at me again, and I knew I couldn't be happier with my stepdaddy any more than I was right then and there. He never let on what we did when everyone was out of the house, and with his actual daughter staying at their grandmother's for the weekend, and my mother going on yet another business trip, I knew that we would have the house free to ourselves. It gave me a tingling feeling that ran through my whole body, and I knew that I was getting excited in more ways than one. Mom kissed Daddy goodbye, and I tried not to let jealousy run through me. She hugged me, and I hugged her back like the dutiful daughter that I was. She smiled a little more, kissing me on my head, even though I was eighteen now. I was going to start college in just a few weeks for their summer term, and yet here she was still treating me like a child.

"Have a good week." She told me. "Behave." She added, to which Daddy laughed.

"She always does." He said, glancing at me mischievously when Mother wasn't looking.

"Yes, Mom," I said, but I had no intention of behaving in the way that she thought I would. I looked at Daddy the moment that he closed the door and Mom got in the car and drove away.

"You're going to give us away if you keep looking at me like that, sweetheart." He chided me, and I felt myself starting to blush. I was already wet, and I wanted nothing more than for him to take me, but I pouted. I hated it when he chided me like that.

"Gosh Daddy, stop being so uptight. You can visit me in my dorm soon anyways." I said, and he chuckled.

"Yes, yes I can. Maybe you should consider that roommate option."

Wouldn't you love another girl in the bed?" He asked, laughing, but I said nothing. I pursed my lips together. I certainly would not like Daddy to have another girl in our bed, but then again we didn't have our bed yet. He took me wherever... on my bed, on my mother's bed, and he took me in their shower all the time. Just the other day he took me, bent over the living room couch, for a quickie while the house was empty. I giggled a little, and Daddy gave me an odd look, waiting to hear what I was giggling about.

"No, I don't want to see another woman in the bed with us. I was just thinking about the time you took me bent over the couch," I told him, blushing a little. I was learning to talk a little more openly about these things as long as we were alone together. He smiled and chuckled a bit.

"Well. How about if I shared that woman with you?" He said, and I shrugged. I didn't quite want to talk about it, but he knew as well as I did that if he wanted another woman to join, I'd do anything to make him happy. I'd do anything to make Daddy happy. With that, I went into the other room to get stuff out for dinner. I knew he'd ask me what was for dinner later. He always did, and I always laughed. He knew how to take care of himself, but Daddy liked it when I took care of him. Other times, he'd take care of me. Usually, we'd go out if I didn't feel like cooking, but it wasn't the same as having dinner with him at home. He left me to take the stuff out at first. I took out a lasagna from the freezer, deciding to be lazy.