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Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure Phoebe had no idea what she was doing. To her, it was just duties she was taking over with her mother gone. Duties that she should have taken over before running away to her college. It wasnt that late and with her being home, she knew she should help around the house. A house in which only man lived, it would look like the way her house looked right now. She was planning to change it, rearrange few things so her mothers memories wouldnt haunt the two of themnot until they were out of that phase. She did look like her mother in some ways but there was so much about Phoebe that made her look even prettier than her mother. Her petite frame, smaller stature and that babe facewere only few features that would haunt her father. It all started with small things about her, the way she smelled and how she moved. She had no idea how it was starting to spoil her father, unconsciously as she felt his hand move to the small of her back and her hips, but she made nothing of it. She didnt only look like a woman but she behaved like one. With her mother gone, she did grow into a woman at an early age. It was a natural reaction that she was forced into upon not having some kind of a mentor, someone to guide her in her life. Her mother had done a perfect job by guiding Phoebe all these years and now without her around, she had instantly grew up mentally into this woman. She helped her father get on to the couch and once he was sitting comfortably, she moved to the kitchen to place two slices in the microwave. She couldnt find a clean plate and it was indeed a mess in the kitchen so she did scoot down and bent over to break a new pack of plastic plates. She had no idea that she had given him a view he surely desired as she came back with his two slices in a plastic plate, There you go dad. I will warm up mine and join youin a minute. She said and went back to get her slice that was being warmed in the microwave. Once it beeped upon completion, she grabbed her plate and then walked over to the couch to sit with him, taking a remote to flip through channels, What do you want to watch? She asked him curiously.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure There was so much more to the moment of running his hand along her lithe frame, of seeing her bend over and admiring the curves of her form, and the haunting way she moved and smelled like her Mother. It was so much more than that. It was lost touch, it was the sense of humanity that came from connection with another human being, and it was the need of a spirit to feel something other than loneliness day in and day out. He would never admit that to himself, no he could not admit that to himself, but those few moments of just feeling his daughter pressing against him had been something which provided a measure of solace to the older man. Solace that he had no right to have from his girl. He tore his eyes away from the sight of her bending over as she turned around to bring him his food, taking it from her with his strong hands. In those few moments of her providing for him, of her helping him and getting them both something toe at, she had gone from being just his daughter...but to a companion in his mind. It might take longer for him to realize that, longer for them to even give voice to it, but as a Father he had always been the provider, the giver, and now....he was having that reciprocated, he was having her provide, and it changed the dynamic in the subtlest of ways. He felt a small lump in his throat as she sat down and that lump was heard in his voice as he tried to speak, turning it gravelly and full of emotion. I..., he paused, clearing his throat. I don't know, hon, I haven't really watched anything in awhile...maybe, maybe we could catch up on a show or two? I haven't watched this seasons So You Think You Can Dance? He said it with an air of curiosity, knowing his girl might find it odd coming from him, but he had always admired talent shows and well...it was something his wife had enjoyed, and therefore he enjoyed it as well. He gave a small smile of remembrance, remembering the feeling of her leaning against him as they watched it, the small frame resting along his body as he inhaled the scent of her hair, and briefly...briefly entertained the thought of having his daughter come closer on the couch to do so but instead he merely took a bite of his food, letting her come to a decision on what she'd enjoy watching. Trying to forget how willing his eyes were to roam.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure Phoebe had no idea that his eyes literally raped her lithe frame without her knowing. Even if shed catch him eying her down, she would make nothing of it. She couldnt imagine how lonely it must have got for him. Technically, she knew but had no idea how physically connected they were with each other that hed actually miss that physical touch just as much as emotional touch he had with his wife. Only if shed known what he was thinking, that he was comparing her to her mother, replacing her in place of his wife, shed freak out. She would more than just freak out if anything. She came back to take a seat next to him, her plate in her hand as she smiled before taking a bite. She turned her head to look at him as he cleared his throat and spoke. Goodthen we can watch something together. Perhaps a TV show she flipped through channels, I dont suppose theyd have what you want to watch. Lets just find something decenthmm? She asked and added that caring HMM at the end. It came to her so naturally now that she was taking care of him. She knew he was drunk but still awake so that was a good thing. She just hoped that he wouldnt drink another beer tonight or else shed have to carry him to his room somehow. She put up a comedy show, soon realizing they needed that in their lifelaughter. On one specific scene, she broke into a light laughter and she turned to look at him. That was funny she said and took a last bite from her slice of pizza before looking at the clock on time to check what time it was. So what time do you usually go to sleep? I can prepare your bed and such. She asked and had no idea if he actually visited his bedroom or passed out on couch since her mother passed. Maybemaybe he doesnt even enter that room as it would remind him of hershe wouldnt know unless she enters to clean it later on.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure He had not meant to look at her like that, not truly, and there was a swell of grief inside of him. A swell of uncertain, embarrassment, almost shame as he realized what he was doing. How could he ever give expression to the thoughts that had been filtering in his mind? Half-formed, half-dreamed, they were not ones that he would give credence to even if he wanted. Instead they were hidden in the back of his eyes, greedy thoughts traipsing around wondering at the possibilities of her being there. The feelings were enough to inspire attraction and the attraction was more than enough to inspire a measure of feeling despicable. Yet despite all of those feelings he also felt an immense sense of relief in her physical closeness, in having her there. Someone to share the air with, someone to share the space of an empty house. It took a weight off of him, let him feel some kind of peace, and that was a prize that he could never truly express gratitude for. Not because he would not try to tell her how much he appreciated it, but because no words could let her know how much it meant to him. He did want something to drink, he knew he did, the thirst to forget desperate inside of his mind....but having her there helped him deny that. Having her there helped him feel something more than isolation and depression. He loved her deeply. He knew he was a good man and so he let those horrid daydreams slip away as they watched television together, and he slowly relaxed nearly falling asleep towards the end of it all. Even if he had not had a drink he would need help to his bed, need help cleaning up and getting ready, and just pretty much would need help going anywhere. He gave a small languid smile as she spoke to him about trying to do so, casually making a gesture with one arm, tired and barely able to move as he started trying to stand. His voice exhausted as he spoke. That...that sounds fine, hon.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure She had quite a drive, especially since she did have two classes earlier that day before leaving for home. Everyone was filing out of their dorms like bees, to go meet and stay with the family during holidays. It was a break much needed and awaited but not her. She was trying to push it back as long as she could and it wasnt until her dormmate left, hours later, she realized she should head home. At least, shed get to sleep in her bedsomething she missed for sure. While they sat back and ate, she had lost herself in the show for quite a while. It was then, she looked at the clock and asked him a question, only to find out that hes dozing off. She knew it must be the alcohol working its charm for sure. Though, he was a big guy and how much hed need to actually get drunk? She knew why he drank because she sort of started drinking extensively once she moved into her dorm. Though, it would only take 2 or 3 before shes tipsy and would do her good. She had no idea what he was thinking in the back of his mind and that he was struggling not to look at her in the way he did. She rolled her eyes when she saw him with half slice planted upside down, right on his shirt, UrghDad! she said and nudged him as he mumbled. He was clearly passed out or on verge of passing out. The couch was too small for big of a man like his size. She saw how the pizza had left a wet red stain on his shirt from the pizza sauce, Now youre going to have to change. She grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. Unpacking next day sounded like a better idea than doing it tonight. Stay right here. I will clean up and then get you up to your bedroom. Dont move! She grabbed his plate and then moved into the kitchen to place the pizza box into the fridge which smelled awful. Washing her hands, she returned back to the living room and grabbed his hand, Come now nowlets get you upstairs. She said and realized how heavy just his arm was. Come onI cant carry you so youre going to have to help me a little.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure Help her. That was the saddest part of all of this as he struggled to open his eyes and move with his young daughter. The most depressing fact of it was how he teetered on his legs, knowing that at any moment he might pass out and fall to his face. He despised this weakness in him, the weakness that had not allowed him to heal after his wife's passing, and the weakness which had led to him feeling as if he was on the verge of vomiting with his daughter steadying him. The world was wobbly for a moment and he paused trying to get his bearings as he moved with her. For once he did not think of her in any fashion other than his girl...he was far too close to passing out to give a rat's ass about how good her body felt leaning up against him. Yet it definitely felt good. So there he was, stained shirt and alcohol on his breath, moving with his daughter and trying not to overbalance them both. He took a slow step or two, and then another, letting her move him up the stairs before something clicked into the back of his mind. Something that he did not want to think of, something that was very much going to break his heart now that he realized what was happening. He had agreed to go to bed, but only now did he realize that she was taking him to his room...something he had not done since his wife's passing. No, instead he had remained passed out downstairs on the couch or in his recliner. Never the bedroom, where the bed had been made and the room kept immaculate. He could not go in there. It hurt far too much. At the top of the stairs he paused, wobbling for a second, and then he waved his free hand towards the room. He steadied himself by tightening his grasp on her, his voice seeming partially panicked...partially frightened. No, no baby...no...not, not the bedroom. Please, I just...I just don't want to go to sleep in there okay? Just put me in the tub, or something... His voice trailed off, looking desolate for a moment before glancing at her. Please.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure She had to ask him for his help. Not only she was tiny but she was also very lightweight and carrying man who probably weighed over double her weight, she knew shed struggle and probably fall down. She wouldnt want both of them getting hurt either, going up the stairs. She could see how he struggled to open his eyes so him helping her was a far possibility for sure. Thats it dad. Standing upthats a first step. Right this way She said placing his right hand over her shoulders while her left tried to wrap around his back and her right hand came to his upper torso. She was glad that he wasnt all out of energy and his senses. She stood with him before turning him around and walking towards the stairs. She let him grab the rail as it was better that he control his own movement, with a bit of help from her. They were almost on the second floor and in no time, she let out a long sigh. One that said she achieved something and she did. She helped her father up the stairs and then walked down the hall with him, Were almost there dad. Come on she said passing her room on the left first and then nearing his master bedroom. It was then, he stopped her all of a sudden, tightening his grasp on her as he spoke in a panicky tone of voice. What? Dad, what are you talking about? Wait here. One second. Why dont you want to sleep in your bed? You cant sleep in the tub! She said and helped in rest against the wall, slipping from his grip to actually open his door. She knew the moment she walked in to the room and found her mothers clothes just as her mother had left them. Matter of fact, it would seem that nothing was touched in the room ever since. She wondered if he ever slept in that bed again as it was still made. She knew it then that the room reminded him of her and she wouldnt want to put him through it if he didnt want to. She shut the door and walked back to where he was, thinking what to do. She obviously didnt want to take him down the hall to the other corner where the guest room was. The closest was her room and she took hold of him again, Okayright this way then. You should not have any problem slipping in my room. She said and started moving him towards her room without waiting for his approval, not that he could say anything other than some mumbling. Once they were in her room, she helped him to her bed so he can sit on the edge of the bed. Here, let me help you with your shoes. She said and undid his shoes, followed by his socks. It seemed he must have gone out earlier to get some booze or whatever. She looked over at him, Would you like another shirt? I am going to help you out of this one okay? She said and leaned down a little to pull on the hem of it and then over his head.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure Help him. How many times was his daughter going to help him throughout all of this? He found her leaning in to take his shirt off and he closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of her and once more he revisited the past. The past where his wife was there, the past where he was loved. How he missed all of it. How he missed the little touches and light caresses, the way she moved and the sound of her laughter, and the feel of her against him. It was always the little things that really made someone feel alive. Made them feel human. He nearly cried at the thought, choking just a bit on his emotions as his daughter began to pull his shirt off. His chest was strong, the stomach with a bit of a belly but the muscles of his strong upper body were very evident, the shoulders flexing as the shirt came up and over his head. She was still just so close, he could feel her. It was like his wife was back from the dead. His hands came out to touch her hips just for a moment, caressing over them in an intimate fashion. It was not lewd, not the perverted attempt of a man meaning to grab her young ass, no this was perhaps much worse for him to do. Something far beyond what he should be engaging in. His fingers were not lewd, no they were familiar...familiarity that hinted at the feeling of two lovers, two companions, coming together. Those hands traced just slightly and then moved back to her lower back as he caressed. Whatever was on his mind, whatever had happened, exhaustion and alcohol had taken it's toll and now in this moment near passing out he was not acting as if he was her Father. He was acting as if he was her husband. His kiss found her throat, soft and gentle, the rough feeling of his five-o-clock shadow across the underside of her cheek as full lips slowly moved over her skin. His hands tightened on her back at that moment, not to prevent her from moving but in a show of claiming, the show of a man holding a woman he loved in an embrace that was possessive. This is mine. Every line of him screamed it at that moment as he nuzzled for just a second, his voice soft and lulling as he whispered. I've missed you...please...I've missed you...come to bed. It was heartbreaking the way he said it, as if he was speaking to a ghost and not the young girl who was truly there. He did not deign to answer her other questions, did not say a single other word at that moment, a small smile on his face as his fingers let go of her. A small smile on his face as he finally succumbed to the moment, his eyes closing as his hands let go of her and slid free. He lay back upon her bed, his large frame taking up more than half of it as he passed out. Yet unlike the other times, unlike the entirety of the day she had spent with him. This time...that smile remained, the first real smile on his exhausted features she had seen since returning home. In that one brief instance she had brought him some measure of solace and there was no telling the pain he would endure when he woke to realize that his wife was still gone.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure It was a long while before her Father woke in the night, though waking was a subjective term. He was in the state of mind that most drunken men were, more exhausted than anything else, and perhaps he was not even truly awake as he rolled over and snuggled up against this young daughter in the middle of the night. In the darkness there was no distinguishing her from the past, no difference between the feel of her body and that of the Mother she was slowly replacing and as he lay there he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against his frame. He could inhale her, could feel her, his lips touching her skin as he wrapped his arms a bit tighter and just hugged her. It was loving, it was intimate, it was everything a man would do with the woman he loved. It was also, as most knew, the first steps towards something more in the dead of night. God she felt so good. So good, so amazing and perfect, and the hands that were upon her started to move. He was not sure if she was awake, he often didn't intend to wake his wife when he was doing this...this was his wife, right, he thought with a fuzzy head...but it did not stop him, the confusion did not stop him as he slid his fingers up to cup one breast, digging his hand in possessively. Most definitely possessive, he had never touched his wife in a gentle fashion. Something his little daughter did not quite understand was how...him and her Mother had pressed the limits when it came to the flesh. Her mother who by some strange grace was laying next to him again, and he could feel her starting to move, starting to squirm, starting to speak maybe....no, that wouldn't play in this game. He began to take charge, take charge as he always had. His free hand slid up to cup her throat, caressing, gripping just slightly to hold her in fucking place. There it was, clearing his head slightly, the lust that was filtering through him. His voice was rough, harsh as he whispered...Shhh, shh...Don't fucking move, baby, don't...just shhh... It was the best when it was like this, pitch dark and nothing seen. When it felt as close to forcing her as possible. He felt himself hardening, thick and ready, pressing up against her amazing ass. His wife had always been so pert, so tight, like a fucking teen with how good she looked. Her body just screaming to be used. He leaned in close as he held her, unyielding fingers digging in, and he kissed her shoulder...kissing and then brushed his teeth, tugging just slightly, wanting her as he rolled his hips against her. Grinding that prick hard against her willing flesh.
Thread: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

RE Truly a Daddy's Girl Whtbitch4u2own Father Figure It took a while for Phoebe to fall asleep, considering this was her room and her home. The small space on her own bed was comfortable enough even with her father hogging the whole bed. Though, his snoring was the most annoying and stopped her from falling asleep until she actually grew tired and did get some shut eye. It was shortly after an hour and half since her father and about half an hour after she had fallen asleep. She had snuggled her hands into her thighs while she slept on her sides, her back facing her father, still. It was warm under the comforter and she slept like a baby. She stirred from her sleep a little but fully just yet as he snuggled up against her from behind. One hand came to rest between them in the back while his other hand came to wrap around her, pulling her into his frame. Her back brushed against his torso while her lower back and her butt found the warmth of his waist and his thighs. All up to that point, it was okay and she kind of liked it since she was in her sleep and enjoying the warmth, the comfort her father was giving her, unconsciously. It wasnt until she found something grope her breast, she finally stirred awake from her sleep. It came to her as a shock when she realized where she was and from what she could remember, it was her father who was in her bed. She looked down but couldnt see anything but it was obvious that it was his hands and he might be awakeor dreaming. The former seemed right in that moment. She had started to feel uncomfortable so she pulled her legs away and scooted away a little from his crotch. She slowly turned her head, Dada. She struggled to speak since his hand had slipped onto her throat in that moment, muffling her sound to silence. Did he just speak to her? Asking her not to move? But she had to.to get away. Dad she said with her shaky breath when he whispered to her. It was in that moment, she could find herself being poked by what felt like his cock. His hands held her in place as he continued to feel her up, rolling his hips into her and it was so awkward to her that even she couldnt move too drastically. Areyou awake? She asked to see if he was awake or was in his dreamy state. She brought her hand under his hand to make some space between his hand and where he groped her, her breast. She scooted forward a little to break the physical contact before picking up his heavy hand and place it onto his hips. She felt relieved a little as she finally reached for his other hand that was on her throat and got it to loosen up a little. Of course, she was freaking out a little as to what just had happened.