AUTHOR’S NOTE: All characters, in this fictional story, involved in any sexual situation are 18 or older. No sexual activity of any kind happens with, around, or because of anyone under the age of 18. Warning: This story DOES have a strong sexual relationship between father and daughter, so if that is not for you, read at your own risk.

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Dad walked me out of the office. The stares from his co-workers were blatant as my cheeks flamed. Dad had his arm around my waist, as we walked to the elevator. He didn’t say a word until the elevator opened and I stepped in.

Leaning forward, he said, “Don’t worry, they don’t know who you are.”

He gave me a small kiss on the lips. I didn’t kiss him back. He didn’t seem bothered by it. I assume he thought I was just embarrassed, but it was because he had hurt my feelings. I knew that it was best that they didn’t know that I was his daughter. That would have been much too hard for us to explain, should we have been confronted. It was strange being relieved that they weren’t aware of the nature of our relationship, but also being hurt because they didn’t know I was his daughter. Had he told anyone he even had a daughter?

I took the elevator back to the first floor and went home, not sure what to do for the rest of the day. We had agreed we would talk that night over dinner. Dad was going to pick me up and take me out. He said it was vital to discuss the situation before we went any further, but he didn’t trust himself to keep his hands off of me if we met privately.

I was more than a little irritated. After all the times he had the chance to be but wasn’t, now he was rational when I didn’t want him to be. I wanted him to react emotionally. He wouldn’t allow himself to act on his sexual desire and I lamented his self-control. The only reason I conceded to a public meeting was due to him refusing to do this any other way.

I spent the whole day anxiously awaiting our date. I had decided to change into something else, though not knowing where we were going, I wasn’t sure what to wear. I texted him when I knew he was off work. He had said he had to stop by the house to change. I knew it would be over an hour before he was to pick me up.

Where are we going? I don’t know what to wear.

Hate to do this. Something came up. Sorry.

That sounded more like him, second-guessing and avoiding me. I was angry. He promised me we would talk and he wouldn’t go on as if nothing happened.

Really? You said you wouldn’t do this.

We’ll talk, I promise.

I threw my phone on my bed. I was standing in front of my closet, still wrapped in my towel, staring at my clothes. I wasn’t going to let him do this again. I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a top. Fancy and sexy was not what I was trying. I wanted comfortable while I tore my father a new asshole.

Getting dressed quickly, I was out the door in less than ten minutes. It took me about 40 minutes to get to my destination. When I pulled up, I saw a car I did not recognize in the driveway. I would have thought it was my dad’s if it weren’t for the fact that he had always parked in the garage and that the car was a pink Miata. Way too ostentatious for him.

I walked up to the door, trying the handle before pulling out my keys and unlocking the door. The knowledge that he had a woman within the walls of his house, behind a locked door, burned through me. I walked in quietly, straining my ears to hear anything. Voices were coming from the dining room.

“—haven’t touched a thing, are you sure you are alright?” an unknown feminine voice said.

“I’m fine.” I heard my father say.

I walked toward the conversation, stepping into the dining room, a room we had never used while I had been living there. My father sat across from an attractive woman. They sat encased in dim lighting, with lit candles between them on the table. Neither had noticed my presence, as they ate the food in front of them.

They were on a date.

“You have got to be kidding me,” I said.

My dad jumped out of his chair.

“Lilith! What are you doing here?”

The woman looked at me eagerly.

“Lilith? This is your daughter?” she asked.

I rolled my eyes and made my way to the exit, but my dad had caught me in the hallway, not even halfway to the front door.

“I can explain,” he whispered.

“I don’t care about any explanations, Dad.” I didn’t bother lowering my voice.

He flinched.

He continued, anyway, “She and I have been dating since—since you moved out. I was going to tell you tonight, but she surprised me with this.” He waved his hand in the direction of the dining room.

“Why didn’t you tell me this afternoon after we—”

“Is everything okay out here?” the woman interrupted, peeking her head around the corner.

I turned to glare at her. What I saw made me angrier. Now that I was looking at her closely enough, I noticed that she resembled me. Or at least, how I looked before I dyed and straightened my hair. She Side escort wasn’t my doppelganger, but if we told a stranger we were sisters, they’d believe us. I shook my arm out of my father’s grip and smiled at her.

“Everything is fine,” I said, sweetly. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your date.”

She smiled back and walked forward holding out her hand. I took it.

“Not an intrusion at all! I am so glad I finally get to meet you. Your dad talks about you all the time,” she said. “My name is Janey.”

“Oh, are you the florist?”

She looked at me, confused.

“I’m in advertising.”

I tried to look embarrassed.

“Oh, my bad, I got you mixed up with someone else.”

She glanced at my dad, then back at me, pursing her lips.

“No problem,” she said, curtly.

I walked past her and into the kitchen, calling behind me “Mind if I join you? I haven’t eaten all day.”

Without an answer, as loudly as I could, I began serving myself with the food left on the stove and island countertop, before going into the dining room and sitting down. They were still standing, as I began to eat. Slowly, Janey shifted over and sat in her chair. My dad didn’t move.

“Lilith, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he said.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Jamie doesn’t mind, do you?” I smiled at Janey, intentionally saying the wrong name.

She smiled back, but I could tell it was fake.

“It’s Janey,” the tone in Dad’s voice expressed irritation.

“Oh, I’m sorry, it gets hard to remember sometimes,” I said to her.

“Lilith, stop that,” he demanded. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

I ignored him, but his words just made me even angrier. If he wanted to continue what we had started in his office, he wouldn’t care that I was trying to make Janey think he was seeing more than one woman. If he wanted to continue what we had started, he wouldn’t have blown me off to have a date with her. Sure, maybe I was acting immature, but we had crossed a line that we couldn’t go back over, and instead of being honest with me, Dad ditched me for someone who looked a hell of a lot like me. When I realized that he had canceled to be on a date with someone else, I realized that he wanted to meet in public because he was going to tell me he had changed his mind. Otherwise, he would have made that conversation the priority, instead of this woman. I was furious and devastated.

I turned back to Janey, stuffing a carrot into my mouth.

“Did you make this?” I asked, with my mouth still full.

“Yes,” she replied. “I wanted to surprise your father with a nice dinner.”

“Oh,” I said thoughtfully, “I guess you didn’t realize he doesn’t like carrots.”

She looked at my dad again.

“I guess not.”

My dad stepped forward and grabbed my plate.

“Hey! I’m still eating,” I said, reaching for it.

“Kitchen. Now.”

I stood without acknowledging Janey and followed him back into the kitchen. He set the plate on the counter and whipped around suddenly.

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.

I crossed my arms.

“I could ask you the same thing!”

“I was trying to explain earlier.”

I ignored his logic.

“Yeah, well, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m not doing anything,” I said, stubbornly.

With a sigh, he stepped in front of me and put his hands on my arms.

“Lilith, I promise we will talk about what happened.”

“So you can just tell me that what we did was wrong and a mistake?” my voice cracking.

He wiped away a tear I hadn’t known I shed.

“Baby, this is a complicated situation. I’m trying to be fair.”

I scoffed.

“It’s fair to blow me off for a date?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

I looked up at him in disbelief. He looked back tenderly.

“When she showed up, I realized that I needed to break up with her. I couldn’t string her along any longer,” he explained.

Despite myself, hope sparked inside me. I didn’t want him to see it.

“She doesn’t look very heartbroken.”

He sighed, again, and brushed his fingers through his hair.

“I admit, this isn’t my forte. The one with Kathy was the last real relationship I’ve been in, not including one night stands and the occasional fling. I don’t know how to break up with someone. I was building up the courage.”

I was stunned. Dad had never dated anyone since I lived with him, not to my knowledge, anyway, but I didn’t expect that my mother was his most recent serious relationship. I didn’t know what to say, and I just looked at him. He sighed, once more before kissing me on the forehead.

“Let me go take care of it,” he said.

Shortly after he left the room, I heard the front door close. I walked into the living room, expecting to see my dad, but he wasn’t in there. I heard voices outside, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. I went to the window and peeked out, trying to remain unseen. Janey was waving her hands and talking animatedly. Escort side I could tell she was upset. Dad said something. She slapped him. I watched as Janey got into her car and drove away, thinking that it was a good thing I had decided to park on the street and not behind her. Dad walked back into the house and saw me immediately upon entering. Still standing by the window, I didn’t pretend I hadn’t been spying.

He sighed.

“That was exhausting,” he said. “You were convincing.”

I raised an eyebrow in question.

“She honestly thinks I’ve been messing around with someone else.”

“I mean, you kind of have,” I responded.

His expression softened, and he chuckled.

“I suppose so.”

I sat on the couch, suddenly tired. Dad came to sit next to me, although several inches away. It was a little strange being back in the house for the first time in months, especially after everything that had happened. However, as soon as Dad got near me, I immediately settled into a feeling of comfortability.

“So… that was my girlfriend,” dad said in exaggerated tones.

I laughed.

“I don’t think that’s true anymore.”

“So… that was my ex-girlfriend,” he said, jokingly.

I shook my head.

“Please tell me you were aware of the resemblance.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Honestly, I didn’t realize it until tonight when I thought it was you waiting at the front door.”

“And what is up with that car?”

“Oh, my god, it’s hideous, isn’t it?” he laughed. “If it’s any consolation, the way she looks is where the resemblance stops.”

“I’m don’t know if that is better or worse,”

“Neither do I,” he admitted.

“Did you guys have sex?” I asked.

He looked at me sadly.

“Yes.”

“I’m not sure I’m okay with that.”

He gave me a guilty look, before turning away. He remained silent. I wanted him to apologize, not that I was sure it would change anything. The idea of my father having sex with a woman who looked like me, while also putting me through the wringer when he thought I was having sex with someone else made me sick to my stomach.

“Did you break up with her because you think you can have sex with me now?” I asked.

Part of me was afraid of the answer, but another part needed to know.

My dad turned to me with a crestfallen look on his face.

“Of course not!” He scooted closer and grabbed my hands. “I broke up with her because I didn’t even like her.”

I didn’t know how to feel. It hurt that he could have sex with someone else when he didn’t have feelings for them, but the fact that he didn’t have feelings for her relieved me.

“Then why were you even seeing her?”

He ran a hand through his hair, and I couldn’t help but think he must be a terrible poker player.

“I was trying to get over you,” he confessed.

“I kissed you back, though. You didn’t have to get over me,” I admonished.

He stood abruptly.

“Yes, I did!” he exclaimed, “I’m your father. I shouldn’t desire you.” He began pacing as he continued. “It’s one thing for you to have a crush on me. It’s normal for children to admire the parent like that. Admittedly, that usually happens at a young age, but we didn’t have each other back then.”

I laughed, “I don’t have a crush on you.”

He stopped pacing and gave me a wounded looked.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I said quickly, “I just mean, it’s much more than a crush.”

My eyes trailed after his fingers as they went through his hair, once more.

“I don’t know if that’s better or worse.”

“Neither do I.”

* * * * *

We continued talking through most of the night. I texted Kyla letting her know I wasn’t going to be home. Nothing happened between Dad and me. When exhaustion started to come, we both went to bed in our separate rooms.

It was Saturday, so Dad didn’t work, and I didn’t have school. We had agreed to spend the day together. I still wasn’t sure how I felt, despite the long conversation I had with him. We had stopped talking about Janey pretty early on. We started talking about what it would mean if we continued a sexual relationship.

No one could ever find out, that was obvious. Dad didn’t want me to commit to him. He said I was too young to know for sure this is what I wanted. He wanted me to date around. However, I knew that both dad’s and my tendency for jealousy wouldn’t allow us to see other people. He promised me he would keep his temper in check.

He took me home so that I could shower and change. Then we went to lunch, to make up for not going to dinner the night before. It was almost like a real date. There was only a mild undertone of awkwardness like one would have on a first date. We chatted easily, and I enjoyed myself. Afterward, we took a walk downtown, finding our way to a park. We sat on a bench, his arm around me, as we continued to talk.

We talked about everything we missed during the few months Side escort bayan we weren’t speaking. I caught Dad up on school and life with Kyla. He told me about work and his potential upcoming promotion. According to him, if all went well, he could be next in line for CFO, as they were grooming him for the position. I was proud of him; He was proud of me. We were content together.

We drove back to the house in the evening. I had decided to leave immediately, as we hadn’t made a decision on how we were going to proceed. Before I left, he kissed me deeply. It was the kind of kiss that leaves you weak in the knees, and wanting more. I spent the drive home in deep reverie.

* * * * *

You’d think that after having your father go down on you and then intentionally kiss you after a date you went on together that life would change. It didn’t. School went on as usual. Kyla still worked her ass off all week so she could party during the weekend. As always, I accompanied her. If I thought my heart wasn’t in it before, it really wasn’t now.

Anytime I danced with someone I couldn’t help but think of my dad. I would have much rather been there with him but knew that could never be a possibility. If anyone who knew us saw us in public, it would be damaging to both of our lives. Unfortunately, he was all that I wanted.

Dad and I had maintained frequent contact. We talked nearly daily, and every two weeks we had a date night. He didn’t call it that. I loved the time we spent together, but I was starting to get frustrated. Occasionally, he would kiss me – though not often – but he never took me home. He even told me that he changed the locks so I couldn’t surprise him. He knew me too well. He wanted to take things slow. I was tired of waiting.

On the night of his birthday, we were going out. I had asked him to pick me up, saying my car was in the shop for a checkup. He texted me when he arrived. I grabbed my gift for him and hurried down to the parking garage to meet him.

When I got into the car, I put the bag at my feet. When he tried to reach for it, I stopped him.

“Be patient,” I scolded, as I slapped his hand away.

He grinned at me.

“Had to try.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Anytime a present is involved, you act like a little kid.”

“What can I say, I like unwrapping things,” he said, as he eyed me. “You look nice, by the way.”

I beamed at him.

“As do you.”

The drive to the restaurant was uneventful, for the most part. I was surprised when he had grabbed my hand and held it the entire way, but I didn’t pull away. When we arrived at our destination, we got out – his gift in my hand – letting the valet park the car as we walked inside. I had chosen the restaurant for a specific reason, and I was hoping they had fulfilled my reservation request.

After verifying our reservation, the hostess led us to a large booth in the back corner. The area was dimly lit and relatively private from other patrons, though the kitchen was nearby, so there was a decent amount of foot traffic from the wait staff. When we arrived at the table, my dad looked at the secluded table and gave me a suspicious glance.

“I’m excited to try this place,” I said, sliding into the booth.

My father slid in next to me.

“I assumed you’d been here before,” he replied.

“What would make you think that?”

He gestured to the table.

“We’re pretty hidden back here.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” I said with a laugh, trying to feign ignorance.

He looked at me like he wasn’t sure whether or not he believed me.

The waitress came and got our drink orders. I told her that neither of us had been there before, so we would need a while to decide what we would be eating. I’m sure that only caused my father’s suspicion to grow, but I didn’t look his way. I perused the menu, chatting with him about what each of us might like to try. I told him I was hungry, so I suggested we order an appetizer while we figured out what we wanted for the main course.

Our drinks came back, and we ordered our appetizer, informing the waitress we would be taking our time to order our meal. I took a sip of my tea, spilling a little on my bare chest and I could feel it drip down my cleavage. I unrolled my napkin and wiped it away. Dad’s eyes watched me.

“What?” I asked, with a shrug.

He only licked his lips.

“Do you want your present now?”

He grinned and nodded with excitement.

“You always give me the best presents,” he said, sincerely.

I smirked to myself as I handed him the bag.

He began pulling the sheets of tissue paper out, tossing them away carelessly. When all the paper was gone, he looked inside and immediately back at me.

“Is this what I think it is?”

I smiled.

“What do you think it is?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled out the thin piece of fabric in the bag, holding it up. The fabric unfurled, revealing a red lace teddy. It was mostly see-through, except for the crotch. He looked at me in surprise, then back at the piece of lingerie before quickly shoving it back in the bag.

“I don’t think this will fit me,” he said.

“I guess you’ll have to find someone else to wear it,” I replied. “I know I look good in red.”