At Home Late CH 14

I heard a knock on my door, and I flung it open excitedly. On the other side of
the thick wooden door was Daddy with a smile on his face and a bottle of lube in
his hand.
No condoms, though. Not much of a point in starting to wear them now. After a
summer of riding Daddy bareback, I was already noticing that my breasts were
swelling and my belly would be following soon.
But right now the only thing growing thing that I was concerned about was the
erection growing inside Daddy’s pants. I pulled him inside and locked the
‘Welcome home, Daddy.”
door behind him, dropping to my knees with a smile on my lips.
Stepping outside; I closed the sliding glass door to the deck. My eyes darted to
his cell phone, resting in the chair opposite of him. He had excused himself from
dinner some time ago, and while I couldn’t hear exactly what he was shouting to
my mother over the phone, I had clue what it was about. It was always about the
same thing. It was still about work.
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Mom had met my stepfather Jacob when I was still very young. They didn’t take
long dating before I was walking down an aisle with a basket of flower petals in
hand. My mom never took long when she knew she wanted something and in
Jacob, she had found a kind and loving man. He didn’t make much money, but
that had never been important to her. She was a career woman and damn good
at it. She had clawed her way up from the bottom of the company she had
worked at, climbing the corporate ladder rung by rung.
They say that opposites attract, and her relationship with my stepfather was
clinical proof that was the case. Once they were married, he moved in, and I
learned what it was like to have an actual parent. My birth father had disappeared
shortly after Mom found out she was pregnant and left her to raise me all alone.
She had made sure that I never wanted for anything but to say that she didn’t
have a single maternal instinct in her body would have been an understatement
of comical proportions. Jacob quickly became everything she wasn’t, and over the
years I grew closer and closer to him than my mom, and ! had ever been. She was
always around, but could never be bothered to do the things that normal
mothers did for their daughters. That’s why Jacob had always been “Dad” in my
eyes.
When I went through my first period, he was the one who explained the changes
that I would be going through. When T had my first heartbreak, it was Daddy
who listened and held me as I sobbed uncontrollably. He didn’t judge me or tell
me that I should be more careful who I dated. I didn’t have to listen to some
lecture about what boys are actually thinking about and how he should know
because he was one. He just told me that he would always be there for me. He
had helped me get my first job and was there with me for hours while I picked
out my dress for prom. Really, he had been
both parents to me.
“What has she done now, Daddy?” I asked.
He looked at the phone, which I had seen him throw across the table at the
cushioned deck chair in frustration.
“Same as always,” he said. “Work before me. Work before us.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Probably not,” he said. “Not unless you can convince the travel agency to refund
my tickets. But I promise you can’t.”
“What? She canceled?” Daddy just nodded.
My heart sank for him. He had spent months planning this getaway. To think that
Mom would just cancel on him last minute like this was unbelievable.
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He had been planning and looking forward to this for months. How could she?
“How do you know they won’t refund you?” I asked.
“I am going to call them and check tomorrow,” he replied. I don’t think that I had
ever heard him sound so sad. “But I am pretty sure that the whole package is
non–refundable. I could try to find somebody to buy the tickets off of me, but I
doubt anybody will. It’s next weekend.”
“Well,” I said. “Why not go yourself?” I asked. “On a couple’s retreat?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied. “You have been looking forward to this. Don’t let her ruin it for
you.”
“It wouldn’t be the same,” he said. “It would be lonely, and I am going to get
enough of lonely with you going off to college next year.”
He wasn’t wrong. I had taken a year off after graduation, but next fall I would be
moving hours away from him so that I could start college. We sat in silence for a
few minutes as the evening grew darker and darker.
“I could come with you, Daddy,” I said.
He didn’t respond at first. I was worried tha
I had angered him by inviting myself along.
“You don’t want to do that,” came his response after a while. “It’s a couples
retreat, Hon. Everything there is going to be all mushy as if we were a couple. You
would be embarrassed.”
“A free island getaway? Are you kidding me?” I asked. I was sitting in the chair
next to him now. “You’re right. That sounds horrible.”
“They’re going to think we are husband and wife,” he said. I could tell he was
coming around to the idea of taking me along but wanted to make sure that I
knew what I was getting myself into.
“So what if they do. I can pretend to be your wife for a weekend.” I said.
“You sure?” He asked.
“Yeah, Daddy. It’ll be fun.” I nudged him with my elbow. “Just don’t go getting
any ideas.
Secretly, I wished that maybe he would.
Something about Daddy had always turned me on in a way that it shouldn’t.
Perhaps it was because he had been so instrumental in my life or maybe it was
because I always saw the way my mother treated him and felt he deserved better.
Whatever had caused it, it had been around since as long as I could remember. It
was something I had felt wrong about for a long time. Here was a man who had
come into Mom’s life and accepted me as his own daughter and I fetishized him.
I had gotten over that though, and the idea that I once had that anything would
come of it. He had decided, for whatever reason, to stay with Mom and it was silly
for me to think that he would cross that line with me. Not only that, it was stupid
to think that I would actually act on it if given the opportunity.
“What do you say, old man?” I asked. “Want me to pretend to be your hot young
wife?”
“Stop,” he said, smiling at me. “We can go together as long as I don’t have to
hear these jokes the whole time.
“Oh, you know I’m not stopping Daddy,” I said, grinning widely at him.
The rest of the week flew by. Like I had suspected, I had no problem getting
people to fill in my waitressing shift. Most of the staff was heading back to
college after the summer and had been thirsty to pick up some extra tips before
they were back to their full course load. Daddy had given me his credit card for a
shopping spree at the mall to buy a bathing suit and other necessities for the trip.
I guess he figured that Mom would have been putting money on it for the trip if
she had been going and he didn’t want me using any of the money I had saved.
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em had any issues with me going in her stead she could have fooled me. She was
apparently negotiating the
If Mom had any issues with me going in her stead, she could have fooled me. She
was apparently negotiating the details of some big corporate merger and
couldn’t be bothered to think about anything but work all week. The mood
around the house had been pretty solemn throughout the week. It was only as
we were packing the car up to leave early Friday morning that she expressed any
frustration with not being able to go on the trip.
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