Liam arrived home from work one day as usual, his first day back at his job at the furniture warehouse. He entered his modest apartment and is greeted by the sound of faint sobbing come from another room. It is his daughter Sofia, crying again over the loss of her mother.
They had only recently lost Kaitlyn, taken in the prime of her life during a freak thunderstorm that caused another driver to hit her head-on while she was just trying to get home from work. The driver was an elderly woman, a cautious old lady that was not used to driving in inclement weather. As a result the sudden downpour had panicked her, and she couldn’t see clearly through the front window anymore. Rather than pull over like she knew she should, she tried to make it home since she was so close. The result was veering too fast into the oncoming lane, right at the worst possible time.
Both drivers had been killed instantly, and now Kaitlyn, the love of Liam’s life and his partner of over twenty years, was suddenly stripped away from him. And not just him. As much as he was suffering, he knew that his daughter Sofia was probably feeling the void of her loss ten times harder. She had lost her mother, the woman that had been her rock and her continuing source of support, her nurturer and caregiver since she had drawn her first breath. Liam could only imagine the cavernous hole that was left behind in his daughter’s soul.
Now, as he returned home from work after his first day back from his grieving period - a single week by his cheapskate employer - Liam was greeted to the unfortunately increasingly more frequent sound of his daughter’s tears.
He dropped his bag containing his lunch and other things he brought to work on the kitchen counter, figuring he’d handle it later. Right now he has to tend to his daughter. But first, he took a quick moment to use the restroom.
As he washed his hands afterwards, he splashed water in his face, trying to stop the tears before they start. He can still hear Sofia crying, and the sound of her sobs is tearing him apart. He looked up at himself in the mirror, biting his bottom lip.
He’s a handsome man of 39, with a short dirty blonde beard that is almost more stubble than actual beard. His hair is the same color and cut short, swept aside in a casual left part, and he spikes it lightly with gel. His skin is tanned and he has a strong jaw and deep blue eyes, and other than the haunted look of despair that shadows his face now, he is normally a very good looking man.
His shirt is filthy from his job at the warehouse, and he unbuttons it, letting it hang open. His chest is hairy and well-toned, and he realized that he worked so hard today in an effort to forget the pain that even his neck is dirty, now a dusty grey color that contrasts sharply with his much paler chest. He tried to splash water on his face again, hoping to clean his neck, but all it does is create rivulets through the dust that leave unnatural streaks across his skin as it drips down into his chest hair. He isn’t going to feel clean and whole again until he actually gets in the shower. This is something he looks forward to. But for now, he is worried about Sofia.
He exited the bathroom, trying to wipe off his muddy neck and succeeding only in smearing it. He’s oblivious, however, as he walks down the hall towards the sound of the crying, and was a bit surprised to discover that it is coming from his own bedroom.
Sofia was sitting on his bed, but she is on the side opposite of where he sleeps, the side that Kaitlyn slept on. She was holding a picture frame in her lap, an older picture that depicted himself, Kaitlyn and Sofia in a typical family portrait, complete with a fake autumn backdrop. This particular picture was about ten years old, which would’ve made Sofia around 8 or 9. In it they are all smiling and happy and young, and Kaitlyn looks more radiant than ever. Her wavy hair is long and thick, spilling around her shoulders and framing her youthful face. Her breasts are perfect-sized, what Liam always called the “perfect handful.” The shirt she is wearing in the picture is not very revealing, but he would never forget the sight of those perfect breasts bouncing in his face as she rode his cock. His deceased wife was beautiful, and their only daughter took after her in almost every way.
As he peeked into the room, Sofia jumped and looked up. She was so focused on the portrait she doesn’t notice him at first. Kaitlyn’s death was only a week and a half ago, and it was far too soon for either of them to be finished grieving for her, no matter what his employer thought.
His daughter was a thin girl with dirty blonde hair that cascaded over her bony shoulders and stopped at her shoulder blades. It was naturally wavy like her mothers, and grew thick on the sides, fanning out as it swept back from her youthful face. Already 19, Sofia nevertheless had a babyface, with her small features and thin blue eyes, the only feature she got from her father. She was quite beautiful and was popular with the boys, but she was rather shy and usually didn’t date because she was too nervous to talk to them. She was a smaller girl, only standing at 5’4”, and this made her look deceptively younger as well. To make matters worse she had been wearing braces since she was 15, which only exacerbated things. Her body was small in virtually every regard, her waist a flat board, her arms and legs thin, her breasts no more than A-cups that poked perkily against her plain, white T-shirt.
Sofia’s eyes were swollen and puffy, rimmed with redness and very bloodshot. She had obviously been crying for awhile. A box of tissues sat next to her on the bed, taken from his side, and she is surrounded by little crumpled up wads. Her legs hung over the side of the bed, barely touching the floor, the portrait on her lap.
“Kitten? Are you ok?” he asked her softly. ‘Kitten’ had been his nickname for her since she was little.
Sofia sniffles and nodded her head slowly. “Yeah, Daddy. I’m ok. Just thinking about Mom.”
He nodded and entered the room. “I know how you feel, baby. I never stop thinking about her myself. I wish that..., ” he hesitated, biting back the sob that tried to escape his throat, “...I wish I could...I don’t know, move on somehow. But I can’t. I don’t know how..., ” he stopped again, and this time a tear managed to slip down his muddy cheek. He sat down next to his daughter on the edge of the bed, looking at the portrait. His shirt is still open and he is covered in dirt. His eyes glisten as he fights back tears.
“She was so beautiful, wasn’t she?” Sofia asked rhetorically, gazing down at the portrait with him. He doesn’t say anything, simply nods his agreement.
They sat silently, both of them gazing at her picture and remembering some of their happiest moments. He leaned in closer, his face a mask of sorrow and love, and kissed Sofia’s forehead. She didn't pull away, instead, she leaned into his embrace, seeking solace in the warmth of his arms.
Liam wrapped her in a tight hug, and she could feel his heart beating against her chest. His hand stroked her hair, then trailed down the side of her face, lingering on the curve of her cheek. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent and full of sadness, and he felt something stir inside him. A longing, a yearning to be there for her, to provide her with all the love and comfort she needed. And he could see that she needed it, would willingly take any comfort he offered.
He looked at her face, and for the first time he saw her not as his daughter but as a woman. A little girl that he had watched grow and blossom over the years, had watched her body develop the sensually thin hourglass shape that made all the boys turn and stare when they went to the beach, young and old alike. He felt a sudden stirring within him, a stirring he knew he shouldn’t be feeling. This was his flesh and blood daughter.
“Daddy..., ” she whispered, and he felt a shiver go up his spine. “...I...I miss her so much...” Tears well up in her eyes once more, threatening to overspill.
“I do too, Kitten. Every single day, ” he said, and suddenly he leaned in and kissed her forehead. An innocent kiss, parental and comforting, speaking volumes of his love and protection.
She looked up at him again, gazing into his eyes. She seemed surprised by the kiss, and her eyes were wide and questioning. He put a hand on the back of her head, letting his fingers gently stroke the soft strands of her hair. “You look so much like your mother..., ” he said quietly. “I never realized just how much you had grown up to look like her. Now that’s she gone, I..., ” he hesitated, swallowing the lump again. “...I can’t help but see her in your face, every time I look at you.”
She looks down at her mother’s picture again, then back up at her father. “Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked him softly, almost too low to hear.
Liam attempted a smile. “Oh, Kitten...I think you’re the prettiest girl in the whole world.”
A blush crept up Sofia’s face as she looked down at her mother. “Mom was prettier, though, ” she said, her voice sad and thoughtful.
“Well..., ” Liam began, speaking slowly and choosing his words carefully. “I guess if your Mom was the prettiest before, that made you the second prettiest. So, now it’s your job to take up the mantle, and make your Mom proud.”
For the first time in a long time, a smile flashed across Sofia’s face, only briefly, and then it’s gone. She mumbles something incoherent as she put her head down again, but he knew he brought at least a single second of pleasure to her amidst the pain. He just wished he could do more.
His hand continued to stroke her hair, softly caressing her, trying to offer his daughter whatever comfort he could. His hand moved down to her thin shoulders and the small of her back. He rubbed his thumb in a circle, massaging her gently as they both took solace in the warm sensation of skin on skin. She leaned into his touch, her small head resting on his dirty neck, her forehead leaning against his jaw. He could smell the shampoo in her hair as he nuzzled his face into it, closing his eyes and losing himself in her sweet, innocent scent, such a contrast to his own masculine odor of sweat and mud.
As the moments stretched into minutes, father and daughter remained locked in their embrace. Liam's hand unconsciously stroked Sofia’s back, the rhythmic motion soothing for them both. Finally she turned her head to look up at him, her face still close to his, and her nose nuzzled along the side of his cheek. Her lips were close to his own as they cuddled tightly, her breath hot on his skin. “Daddy..., ” she whispered softly. “I don’t want to hurt anymore...”
With trembling hands, Liam gently tipped her chin up, his gaze dropping to her full, sensuous lips. Her wide, innocent eyes gaze back at his, and she almost seems to be pleading with him, begging him to take the pain away somehow. Their faces move closer and their noses brush softly together, their breath hot and mingling - he can smell the pizza she had for lunch. His thumb traced the line of her jaw, the tender touch lingering a moment longer than it should have. Sofia looked up at him, her eyes swollen and red, searching for the familiar warmth she had always known from her father.
“And I don’t want you to hurt anymore, Kitten, ” he paused, “...and...and I don’t want to hurt anymore, either.” He was whispering, their mouths so close she could feel the breath of his words on her lips.
For a moment, understanding seems to cross Sofia’s eyes, as if she suddenly realized that her father is hurting badly as well. “Daddy, I..., ” she started, but Liam silences her with a finger on her soft lips. Instead, she simply looked up at him innocently, her eyes wide and submissive. In that moment he could ask her anything, and she would do it if it made her Daddy happy.
Liam realizes this, and it stirs something inside him, something that shouldn’t be there. It isn’t lust for his daughter, exactly, yet it is a burning need to be close to her, to find comfort with her in their shared grief. A need that goes beyond mere touching and hugging, a need for something more, something forbidden. He wants to feel something other than pain, is desperate for it, and he knows she feels it too.
Tilting her chin upwards again, their faces still very close, their cheeks now almost pressed together, Liam turns towards his daughter. Their breath mingled as their mouths brushed together, and then his lips found hers. The soft, wetness of her young mouth on his sent ripples of pleasure through his body, and his groin tingled in response.
Sofia moaned softly as she gave in to her father’s kiss, not having the emotional strength to resist. Their mouths explored each other, slowly moving back and forth, their breath mingling. Memories of his daughter when she was younger flashed through Liam’s mind as he continued to taste her sweet lips, memories of her as a baby, her in a witch costume for Halloween when she was 5, reading a bedtime story to her at 9. All the times he saw her naked in the bathtub, and now here he was kissing that little girl like she was an adult. Which she was, but only to the rest of the world.
Perhaps feeling the guilt of what he is doing, Liam tried to pull away. He attempted to break the kiss, but Sofia wasn’t ready for the their lips to part just yet, and she slipped her arms up and around Liam’s filthy neck. Her tongue snaked it’s way into his mouth and began to wrestle eagerly, but instead of pulling away Liam gave in again, kissing his daughter back passionately, her braces clinking musically against his teeth. It was like she was starving for this, hungry for it, desperate for the comfort that his tender love provided, and she gripped the lapels of his open shirt tightly, holding him close.
When there was finally a break for them to come up for air, Liam whispered to her, “We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m your father, this is wrong..., ” and then they are at it again, their kisses becoming more urgent and passionate. His hand found it’s way to her thigh and squeezed the thin flesh, making Sofia jump lightly from the sudden contact.
They broke away once more, slowly, and she gazed into her father’s eyes with wonder. “Daddy...I...tell me what to do. Please, tell me how to not hurt anymore, ” her blue eyes plead with him.
“Kitten, I...this isn’t - ” he is cut off as Sofia suddenly kissed him again, hard. He can feel her metal braces pressing against his own gums. Luckily it’s brief, her purpose of shutting him up complete.
“Please, Daddy..., ” she whispers, their lips still touching. She nuzzles his nose with her own, soft and silky.
Liam pulled away and grabbed the edges of his shirt, pulling it back over his shoulders and exposing his bare chest. He was a fairly muscular man, having worked in a warehouse lifting heavy furniture for much of his life. He was still very dirty, and he looked down at himself.
“I’d meant to take a shower, baby, I’m pretty dirty, ” he said apologetically.
Sofia shook her head. “That’s ok, Daddy. I like the way you smell when you come home from work.” She looked at his body with obvious desire, admiring the contours of his stomach, the way the shadows emphasized the muscles leading down into his pants. Suddenly she grabs the hem of her own shirt and yanked it over her head, shaking her hair free and tossing the shirt to the floor.
She is not wearing a bra, which is understandable since she has been home for days. Her body is thin and youthful, her breasts small and round and perfectly symmetrical. Her areola are a delicate shade of pink that blended seamlessly with the soft, surrounding flesh, her nipples small and erect and begging to be touched. She looked at him, her face a mask of suffering, her eyes begging him to give her what she wants, just this once, just tonight. As Liam watched, mesmerized, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down along with her cotton panties, giving her small, round butt a cute little shake. Her tiny mound was exposed, her labia smoothly shaven and almost seeming to smile at him from between her legs.
“Kitten..., ” he breathed, finally giving in to the desire. He needed this comfort as well, this physical contact, anything to make him forget the pain. And she looked so much like her mother it broke his heart. In some dark, twisted way this might make him feel close to her again.
“Daddy..., ” she said quietly, and the word is a sob. She had begun to cry again, and moves close to her father, pressing her naked body against him. The tiny swell of her breasts press against his bare chest and she gasps, the heat of his body seeming to warm the coldness in her heart.
He took his thin daughter in his arms, letting his callused hands roam eagerly up and down her body. Her skin is soft like velvet, warm and fresh under his touch. The lines of her ribs are faintly visible underneath her small breasts and he lets his hands run over them, following the gentle curve of her waist as it leads down to the soft swell of her round buttocks. The ridges of her hip bones are prominent on her thin body, and he placed his hands on them, holding her close. Her belly is flat, her belly button small and cute. As she presses it against his toned abdomen she gasps, feeling the comforting warmth of her father’s touch enveloping her entire body.
Liam is about half a foot taller than his daughter, and he looked down at her as his arms embraced her. Her nose was buried in his chest hair, and despite the dust she nuzzled further into it, seeming to enjoy the way it tickled her face.
He continued to run his hands up and down Sofia’s small back, offering whatever comfort he could. They stayed that way for a moment, hugging each other tightly, Liam shirtless and his daughter completely naked. As his fingers stroked her hair gently, her body began to shake, and he realized she had begun to cry again, quietly into his chest.
He hugged her more tightly, letting her ride it out again, and as her body is wracked with sobs he began kissing the top of her head. His hands began to roam more freely on her body, tracing the contours of her ribcage and hips, moving slowly upwards towards the gentle curve of her tiny breasts. He let his fingers caress her areola and her breath caught in her throat, interrupting her cries.
“Daddy..., ” she whined, crying softly as her father runs his hands over her naked body. She succumbed fully to the sensations, not caring that it is her father, seeing him only as the man that has always been there for her when she needed him. Who gave her all the love and attention she needed since the moment of her birth. She moaned as his hands wandered over the small swell of her breasts, his fingers moving in lazy circles around her pert nipples and squeezing them gently. “Please Daddy, I don’t want to think anymore, ” she begged. “Please...please tell me what to do.”
Liam’s heart skipped a beat at these words, and he felt his cock twitch. “Why don’t you lie down, Kitten? I know something that will make you feel better, at least for awhile. Let Daddy give you a...special kiss.”
Sofia smiled faintly, her face filled not just with sadness now but unbridled lust. She’s of course old enough to know what he is talking about, has even let her ex-boyfriend do it to her once with disastrous results. She doubted this time with her father will be much different. “Okay, Daddy, ” she says obediently. Slowly, reluctantly, she breaks away from him and lies back on the pillow.
Liam looked down at his daughter lying naked in his bed, her legs spread wide for him. Her pussy was small and pink, the labial lips cute and thin. She had shaved it perfectly smooth, and his breath caught in his throat as he looked down at her youthful body.
“I’m ready, Daddy, ” Sofia said sweetly, her voice soft and shaky. “Make me forget. Please...”
Liam unbuttoned his own pants, shoving them down his muscular legs and tossing them aside, his cock already hard and standing at attention. He drank in every line of his daughter’s stomach, the curves of her mons leading up and around her thighs, the small bulge of her ass cheeks beneath her. Her breasts are tiny but her nipples are very sensitive and erect, pointing up into the air and begging to be touched, and suckled, and pinched. He moaned with desire as he drank her in, no longer caring that he is now lusting for the body that he once bathed. She is beautiful now, her body perpetually young, like a tiny porcelain doll.
Climbing over to her on the bed, now fully naked himself, Liam lowered himself so that his face was buried in the tender flower of her vagina. He laid on his stomach, positioning himself so that one of her thin legs was on either side of his face. He could smell her arousal, the scent driving him wild, as he leaned in and planted a kiss on her inner thigh. Sofia jumped, and he continued to work his way upwards, moving closer to the swollen, sensitive flesh of her pussy.
“...Daddy...Daddy..., ” she chanted, the name like a mantra as he nuzzled her slit with his nose. He teased her for a moment, moving it around, reveling in the fact that this was his daughter’s vagina, his own flesh and blood offspring. With two fingers he peeled her lips apart, a thin line of feminine juices snapping between them as they parted, revealing the red inner folds, wet and glistening.
Letting two of his fingers slip up and down between her folds, coating them with her juices, he pushed back the hood covering her clitoris and began to massage it in slow circles. Sofia cried out and her back stiffened at the sudden sensation on her most sensitive flesh, and Liam leaned in with his tongue eagerly. His nose pressed against her stomach, his breath hot as he let his tongue slip down between her velvet folds.
Her pussy was already very wet, and he slurped up the salty fluid, moaning softly against her tender flesh. The act of eating out his daughter thrilled him more than he could have imagined, and he licked at her pussy with a hunger that surprised even him. His tongue swirled around her clit, tasting her sweetness. Sofia’s hips suddenly lifted off the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets, as she cried out “Daddy!” even louder than before. He licked and kissed her, his beard tickling the sensitive skin, and the feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life. When her ex-boyfriend had done it, he stereotypically had no idea where her clit was and he had been more like a slobbering dog. But her father...her father was a master.
“Daddy, please..., ” she begged, her hips thrusting into his face. Her fingers curled in his hair, and as she felt herself about to climax on his tongue, she knew she couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, Daddy...please...please, Daddieeeee....!”
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she began to cry out loudly, “aaAAH! aaAAH!” and suddenly Liam is on his knees again, squatting in front of his daughter. Her pussy is soaking wet and he can feel the heat baking off of her. She is twitching, her hips moving in circles against nothing. He pushes her legs aside and places his very hard cock directly on her clit.
“aaaAAAAH!” Sofia screamed loudly as she felt the hot, throbbing sensation of her father’s dick resting directly on her clitoris. She began grinding her hips faster, letting his cock masturbate her gently. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her mouth hangs open, her thin chest rising and falling rapidly. Suddenly, she lets out a scream and her hips lift up high, her legs locking for a moment, before sending her into a series of convulsions as her body spasms from the orgasm. Liam grabs a hold of her hips and tries to control her thrashing, but her climax was a sensitive one and she can’t sit still.
“Oh my god, Daddy..., ” she whimpers as her body begins to slow down, when suddenly Liam presses the head of his bulbous cock against her opening. She gasps loudly and nods, bobbing her head up and down quickly, begging for it to be inside of her.
Without needing any further encouragement to fuck his own daughter, Liam presses his member in between her hot folds, parting her lips wide. He pauses for a moment, giving her body time to stretch and accommodate his girth. She is a small girl, and he doesn’t want to hurt her.
Sofia looked down at him, admired the firm muscles on her Daddy’s chest and stomach, at the dirt and filth on his body after a long day of taking care of her. Her mother was gone and they are both lost. But they have each other, and together they will make it through. She knows she can always count on her Daddy to do whatever he needs to do to make sure she is happy and provided for.
She gazed at her father’s penis, large but not freakishly so, and she attempted to relax her muscles a little more. “Just go slow, Daddy, ” she said nervously to him, and in response Liam pushed his stiff cock inside of her a few more inches. He felt a vague popping sensation as her hyman broke, felt the warm lubrication of her virginal blood as it coats his member. Her face is a mask of pain, but she nods eagerly, encouraging him to keep going regardless. As his cock slid in another inch at a time, now moving easier with the added lubrication, he felt the walls of her canal part before him. She is tight, painfully so, but he moves just slow enough that they both have the time to stretch and adjust to the new sensation. Sofia let out a strangled cry as he filled her hole completely, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth a perfect ‘O’.
“Oh, Kitten, this is just what we needed..., ” he said quietly to her as his body loomed over her, his penis moving slowly in and out of her most sacred place. “I love you so much, baby. Daddy’s here for you.”
Sofia nods, biting her bottom lip but unable to form coherent words anymore. Her father’s dick is pressing up into her G-spot as he slid masterfully in and out of her, and with her earlier sensitivity she is already on the verge of a climax. Instead she lets out a long, “Oooooh...., ” sound that is mostly just exhaled breath, and suddenly she is cumming again.
She pussy clenched around his cock, tighter than he imagined possible, and he felt her trying to push him out with the pressure. He held his ground, letting her vaginal walls ripple and clench his shaft, stroking it from within, trying to coax the semen out of it. Sofia screamed out in an unintelligle moan and her body began to convulse wildly, slapping hard against her father’s naked flesh as she rode out her orgasm. She grabbed the bed sheets once more, and this time pulled them up on one corner.
Liam feels like he can keep on fucking his daughter forever, definitely wants to, but when she began to spasm around his hard shaft he knew there was no hope. He tried to hold on for as long as he possibly could but her vagina felt so unbelievably wet and warm, wrapped around his sensitive meat, he could feel the pressure beginning to build in his balls already. It is when Sofia finally let go that his own cock responded, feeling her hot juices flood over him in a wave, when suddenly it began to throb.
“Oh wow, Daddy..., ” Sofia said sleepily, her eyes still squeezed shut. Her breathing was ragged and she was whimpering softly. “I can...I can feel you...growing harder...”
Liam’s cock twitched inside of her, pulsing a couple of times before he felt the inevitable.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes! Give it to me, please! I want it, Daddy. I want you to put it all inside me...., ” Sofia begged, and began rocking her hips against him. She placed both her hands on his hips, pulling him in deeper and making him move faster. “Yes, Daddiiieeeee...., ”
Liam couldn’t hold back anymore, and while he knew cumming inside of his daughter was incredibly wrong, he also knew that fucking her was wrong, too. Right now they are just doing what makes them feel good, they aren’t thinking about anything else, and he doesn’t even know if this will ever happen again. And more to the point, he is too heartbroken and aroused at the moment to care.
With a bestial roar, he suddenly felt his cock grow harder and twitch once more before suddenly exploding inside of his daughter’s pussy. He twitched again and again, each time releasing another spurt of hot, sticky semen deep inside of her, filling her up with his forbidden load. He cried out over and over, cumming harder with his daughter than he ever came with Kaitlyn, and he felt it spill out around him onto the bed. Sofia moaned loudly as her father pumped his load into her, clinging tightly to him, kissing his shoulder softly. Finally, his seed spent, Liam rolls off his daughter onto his own side of the bed.
Sofia turned and looked at her father, her eyes full of worship. “Thank you, Daddy, ” she said sweetly. “I’m still really sad about Mom, but I feel a lot better now.”
“I’m glad I could help, ” Liam said groggily. He pushed himself up on one elbow next to her.
“Is that what you and Mom used to do together?” she asked shyly.
He smiled. “Yes, baby, your Mom and I did that.”
“You’re really good at it.”
This time he actually laughed. “Thank you, Kitten. You’re better than you would imagine yourself.”
It was Sofia’s turn to smile. “We should do it again so I can get better at it. Any time we feel sad about Mom.”
Liam nodded. “Of course, my love.” He reached over and draped an arm around her, moving his naked body close to hers so that they can share their warmth.
Sofia turned so that her father was spooning her, his slick cock pressed up against her round little ass. The sensation made her smile again.
Next to his daughter that looked uncannily like his late wife, spooning with her as she lay on Kaitlyn’s side of the bed, Liam and Sofia fell asleep.
For the first time since Kaitlyn’s death, they both sleep peacefully, without any nightmares.