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Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Intimate)

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The orange shade of setting sun on her left only reminded her of the darkness she was surrounded by these days. The flickering of shades of trees that passed by created a hypnotic environment which then led her to think of times she spent with her mother while she entered the borough of her hometown, Ashbury. All the memories came running and it was a repetition every time. At first, all the good memories of her mother rushed into her thoughts and then all the sad ones void of her mother. It was this day that she’d been putting off for past few months now but given the circumstances and Christmas holidays, she couldn’t escape the inevitable and found herself crossing the boundary she’d crossed one week after her mother’s death four months back.

It felt as if it all happened yesterday now that she was driving down into her town to finally visit her home. Only she knew how she has passed that critical first week after her mother’s passing. She remembered her mother’s funeral and her service which all their friends and relatives were polite enough to attend and offer their condolences. And how they all compared her to be like her mother but the more they reminded her, the more it hurt and the more she thought she could never be like her mother, Monica. She was a vibrant lady and a go-getter, having to offer nothing but love and THAT….was not Phoebe. Sure she might have some similar features and she even wants to be like her mother but deep down she knows that it’s not possible.

They were so happy and few months before she passed away, Phoebe witnessed different set of happiness. It was time when they had moved and things for once were in their favor. Her father had been promoted and her mother was happy with her job, she was in school and about to go to college starting next term. It was perfect and happy time of their lives until it all went down in one tragedy, one they weren’t prepared for. No one even had a clue and it struck them. One life but handicapping the other two by great extent. What had been the scariest to her was when her father cried on her shoulders that night after her funeral.

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Seeing a strong man like him, depending on her for support when she also was in need of it was something she just wasn’t ready for. She and her father haven’t had chance to be close but that night, she could feel his pain stabbing in her chest as he hugged her. Seeing him like that only made matters worse for her. That night, she went into her room after he fell asleep drunk and cried her heart out. The week that followed was full of sorrows as he dwelled himself in alcohol and she in preparation of packing for college. She was supposed to leave two weeks after but she couldn’t take it anymore so one night, she stayed up packing and next day, she left without informing her father. She couldn’t bear being around him, the house and the town that only reminded her of her mother so she left a week earlier than she was supposed to.

She re-lived that one week just in last five minutes of her drive into the town as she approached her house and parked her car in their driveway. She couldn’t get herself to just step out and walk into the house as if nothing had happened. She had never spoken to her father in past four months except one text message stating that she will be coming home for Christmas, realizing she couldn’t always keep running. The winter had never been too cold given the area they lived in. She had a white top with navy blue shorts on that put her slender legs on display. One thing for sure, she almost dressed elegantly as did her mother and when she did, she looked just like her mother. The face at least, not the height. She also had a light jacket on, just in case if it was cold outside. She drew in a deep breath, readying herself to face whatever came her way. She had to, it was time. She walked to the steps that lead to the main door and pressed the doorbell, waiting for her father to open the door.
 
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Returning home was nostalgic for anyone in life, especially after such tragedy, but perhaps this was more so. Perhaps this held to it a measure of something somber and subtly beautiful in the surreal world in which her Father lived. The home she returned to was prosaic, set back from even the small town that she returned to. Her parents had owned several acres of land, not farmland but merely forest, a sincere wish for privacy in a century that wanted everyone to be as open as possible. It had a reserved feeling to it, back amongst the wooded trees, the large place empty now...empty not merely because of the woman who had gone, but the man who had lost his spirit with her.

Yet there was much that remained the same, even if the spirit seemed to have flown from the place. Decorations were already out, the lights around the home kept a simple white and tastefully done. A wreath upon the door signaling the coming Christmas. Her Mother had always had the most exquisite of tastes, keeping things simple and yet elegant, and her Father had followed those directions painstakingly. How heart wrenching it must have been for him to have placed the decorations up this year, following a pattern he had done for decades. Was it memorializing his late wife? Was it merely habit that he could not break?

Whatever the case may be the house looked inviting...and vacant.

The doorbell rang and it took quite a few moments before her Father came to the door. The quiet of the property emphasized the motions that were occurring. A small thump, perhaps signaling he had risen from a bed? A slight shuffling, perhaps he was dragging his leg? The thump of a body hitting something...perhaps a cabinet or corner? It was hardly the motions of an individual that seemed to be alert and controlled. Hardly the motions of a person who had it all together. One definitely fact about the silence radiated however...there was no dogs barking. The two dogs that had been owned by the family, that had in truth belonged more to his beautiful wife, were now gone.

That silence was telling. Things had changed. Slowly the door creaked open, slowly the blurry eyes looked out at his daughter and he gave a wane smile. There her Father stood, nowhere near the man he had been before. Oh, he still had some of the attributes that had made him the man she knew and loved. She could smell the scent of his clothing, of his aftershave, but his clothes were ruffled and unkempt...perhaps because he had slept in them. His hair was out of place, and he noticed it immediately, trying to smooth himself out and make himself presentable.

And there was the smell of alcohol on his breath as he opened the door a little more, his voice rough as he tried to find something to say and then finally settled on..."Welcome home."
 
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Phoebe was trying her best to handle the situation and things that happened around her. She’d actually grown wiser ever since she lost her mother and one could sense in the way she dressed and presented herself. She was looking more and more like her mother as she gets older day by day. The resemblance and her manners, all matched to her mother’s and one would say, she's even beautiful than her mother ever was at that age. Kind of an upgraded version of her mother. Till date, she didn't get to grieve for her mother's death and that had sort of haunted her for quite a while now.

She noticed the decoration that’s been done by her father and couldn’t imagine what he must have gone through while doing it, let alone going through it alone, by himself. She instantly cursed herself for leaving her father the way she did. At least, she had college and books to distract her from her loss but what about him? All of a sudden, she became aware of it and felt really bad. She heard the silence even when she was standing outside the door and then few thuds and thumps that followed which made her wonder what was happening inside.

It was pretty much evident what was causing the chaos on the other side of the door when a door opened up and there stood a tall man with broad shoulders, so strong and yet looking so broken up. She knew it instantly that he’d been drinking and it actually made her wonder if the drinking ever stopped. Maybe it had gotten worse, it was the only legitimate reason, finding beer bottles on the table in the living room when she peeked inside the house.

She always liked how their house was on the outskirts of the town where not many people bothered them unnecessarily. They did have a large property, most of which was just sitting there and she noticed how the grass had grown since her father haven’t kept up with mowing the lawn. Can she blame him?

She watched him once he opened the door and saw him give her a wane smile. He obviously seemed a little lost for a second before he welcomed her in. They both were sad it seemed and just being in the house, the sadness magnified by ton but it's not like that they could pack up and just leave. Besides, even if they were to leave, where would they go? Everything was here.

She never was able to bond with her father but she knew he was there for her all the time. Her father was going through a lot and she knew it. She wished there was something she could do to help him get through. She just wished there was something she could do...but for now it will be taking care of him, doing what her mother used to do and fulfilling motherly duties around the house while she was back for the holidays. She walked into the living room and went straight for her room as tears came running down her pretty face. She rushed upstairs to her room and walked over to the window, away from the door and she cried. Maybe this was a bad idea after all…
 
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...As far as ideas went it very well might have been a poorly conceived one. Neither of them could say for now, no matter how much they hurt, whether it was going to be something that helped them through this terrible time together. Yet it was obvious they both needed each other. Whether or not they might have wanted that to be the case. Even off kilter, even drunk, he understood what was happening when she came into the house and then rushed up to her room. Sadness filled his face as he saw his beautiful girl so utterly devastated at her return home. He just stood there next to the now closed door, feeling the chill from outside permeating his bones and he wondered if the chill was not because of the emotional distance between him and his daughter.

His hand came up to brush across his forehead, smoothing it out and then back into his hair in order to gain some semblance of control of himself. He reached out to stumble just the tiniest of bits, shaking his head as he tried to still himself and gain a bit more control. No, he could never leave it like this. He could never leave his daughter hurting, no matter how he felt. Yes they had been estranged, yes they had been hurting, and damn it yes they had suffered but could he allow that suffering to continue? Could he just stand there like an old fool and not reach out to her to try to heal the gulf between them, and more than that...

...to heal the emptiness left by the Mother she had lost, the wife that was no longer there with him?

God it ached, it ached so badly, and he nearly started crying himself. His features furrowed as he straightened his shoulders and determined that he was not, he was not going to be this kind of man. He was not going to be the kind of man who let the silence ruin what remained of the future. He tightened his blurry gaze and followed after her, occasionally having a problem or two as he made it to her bedroom door...but he paused, paused as he swore he heard some kind of noise. Something inside of that room. Maybe he didn't, maybe it was his imagination, or maybe he just knew instinctively that his daughter was crying....none of that mattered, what mattered was that he reached out and opened that door instead of standing there like an idiot. His hand turned the knob, opening it as he leaned in just slightly so that he could see her standing there at the window.

His voice was kind, slurred but kind. It was the voice of a Father who wanted to make sure she was all right. She'd heard that sound before, his worry and his well meaning, his willingness to be there for her. "Hon...hey...," he said as he took a small step into the room, lightly bracing against the door to prevent a show of any of his own weakness. Tears were already in his eyes as he watched her and he continued. "Listen...I know, I know time's have been rough, but we can make it through it...can't we?"
 
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Phoebe had gone to her room not because she didn’t want to speak to him but only because she didn’t know what to say. Especially after seeing him drowned in booze and sorrow, it seemed he was still going through what she was going through. She felt as if the incident had happened a day before and all her hard work to put this behind her while in college had gone in vain. Especially being back home and now with her father around, she could only think of her mother and nothing else.

She went into her room and rushed over to the window, overlooking their backyard where her mother used to do gardening work. Her eyes were full of tears and in this moment, she felt so lonely. It wasn’t until she heard someone come up to her room and she heard her father making sure if she was okay. She heard him open the door and then enter, trying to console her with whatever words he was able to spill out.

She finally turned around, he’d find the dieing garden behind her, past the window as she looked up at him. There wasn’t anything anyone could say to make things alright. She didn’t know what got into her that she instantly rushed over to her father and wrapped her tiny hands around his large frame. She could smell alcohol on him but didn’t blame him at all. She had her studies to depend on and he had his ways to run away from the bitter truth and that woman is actually gone now.

“She’s really gone…isn’t she?” She said sobbing and added, “Some part of me wanted to think of it as one bad dream and on my way here, I sort of wished to find her when I opened the door.” She gasped as she hugged him tighter, “I miss her.” She said and looked out to her room. She realized it was a mess and so was the whole house. With no one around to clean up and look after the house and her father like her mother did, she deep down knew, she’d have to take after her mother….as far as the house was concerned and keeping it neat. She pulled back, wiping her tears, looking up at him, “Di…did you eat? Are you hungry? Let me make something for you….” She said and turned around, wiping her face before looking at him, “Shall we eat? You hungry?”
 
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His own face was a lesson in tragedy, perhaps resembling that dying garden in a way that only the desperately hurt could. It was the face of a man who had not been watered, the spirit no longer willing regardless of whether the flesh was, and as such his soul wilted...longing for something to bring him back. Or perhaps that was what truly made this tragic, because where others might be longing to find a place in life once more...he merely melted away. It left him a ghost of a human being, a shell of a man, and as he looked down into his own daughter's face she could see something that had been there all along since his wife had passed away.

She could see resignation.

It was not uncommon, not uncommon in the slightest. Statistics showed so frequently that after the death of a spouse, the one left living had very few years left....if any. Yet he was not some self-centered fool and as he looked down at her he reached up and touched her face, caressing with one strong thumb across her cheeks to wipe away the remaining tears personally. Even if he suffered, he would see her find some measure of being able to move on, some measure of hope in a world that was without her mother....and perhaps eventually without him. It gave him a grace, even as he stood there disheveled and hungover, and his smile slowly came to his face...a smile not of happiness but one of commiseration as his voice spoke gently.

"I'd like that..."

It was all the words that needed to be said between them, it meant so much more than just dinner and eating together. So much more than just whether or not they sat down at a table and he was fed. It meant that he was willing to share in that loss, that he was willing to be there for her. It was everything in her words answered back. He missed her too and he wished she had answered that door. He wished it was all a bad dream, that nothing had ever changed. He would have liked that...he would have liked that. They were left with this though and he reached out, hugging her around the shoulder just slightly, before kissing her forehead almost roughly.

"Thank you, thank you for coming home." And with those simple words he eased the gulf between them as he began to walk with her downstairs.
 
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Phoebe was going to series of emotions, standing in her room where she could see the garden her mother used to work on for hours. She’d watch her while studying in her room, not paying much attention to her mother then but not she would give anything to catch a glimpse of her, working in the garden. Knowing it’s impossible is when people wants and that’s what she was feeling in that moment. She knew that wasn’t going to happen and her mother’s really gone. How she wished she was still alive….

She realized a one sad person makes another sadder and so when she saw her father falling weak, she couldn’t see a strong man like him become so vulnerable. It was best to not talk about this much so the thoughts would eventually go away. It was right to get herself busy in chores around the house. Cooking for her old man was definitely one. One of many tasks her mother would have at her hand. Something told her that his room would be a mess and it would take a while to clean it up. At least, her room was pretty much the same way as she’d left it.

When she offered to make him some food, she smiled when he agreed. Still wiping her tears and the one she missed, he wiped it off of her face. She felt his hot breath over her forehead when he kissed her roughly, smiling at him, “Come on now. Let’s get you back to the living room. How about…” she said as she helped him out of her room, making sure he wouldn’t trip and fall. He was indeed drunk or tipsy the least. “…How about you sit in the living room, watch something while I make something for you?” She said as they came around and helped him sit on the couch. She looked at the pizza box on the counter, “How about a slice of pizza?” She asked him as she leaned down to pat his shoulder, “I will warm up two slices. I will eat with you as well.” She said and smiled, walking into the kitchen which had a clear view of it from the living room.
 
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There was something comforting about the way his daughter was there for him, about the way she took him close and helped him through the house to ensure that he was safe. Everyone, even a strong man, needed someone there for them at times throughout their lives. It was the nature of humanity, that not everyone could be at their best, and that sometimes a person needed a little help. As she moved him through the house, as she kept him from falling on his face and looking like an imbecile, he realized immediately why it was so comforting. It was not just that she cared about him, it was not just that she loved him, but it was the fact that she reminded him so much of her Mother at that moment. So much like the woman he loved.

He swore they even smelled the same.

His hand had moved just slightly as they walked, occasionally stumbling, and he found himself admiring just unconsciously the way her hips swayed as they moved down the stairs and the feeling of the swell of her young backside. Swiftly he shoved those thoughts aside, almost disgusted with himself as she helped him onto the couch. He had remained quite as she did so, just appreciative, but perhaps it was that the other thoughts were occupying his mind. Perhaps he just could not accept that he saw her a little bit like a woman, mingling with the memories of the mother that she was doing her best to replace. She might not realize it, not even he did really, but she was trying to step into a role that he needed....a role that he required of someone.

A role that her mother had done...so many things in. As she moved to walk off into the kitchen his eyes lingered on her, almost comparing her, but he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes just slightly, moving past that moment and giving a small sigh. Some part of him, some sick part was idly considering with hopefulness that his daughter would bend over and let him admire her young rear....a teasing game his wife had played with him whenever he sat on the couch in the living room and she cooked. She had gone out of her way to tease, to taunt, to show off....he somehow doubted that would be the case at the moment, and he gave a rueful sad smile as he replied.

"That'd be fine, angel."
 
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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 wasn’t 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 mother’s memories wouldn’t haunt the two of them…not 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 face…were 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 you…in 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.
 
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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.
 
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Phoebe had no idea that his eyes literally raped her lithe frame without her knowing. Even if she’d catch him eying her down, she would make nothing of it. She couldn’t 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 he’d actually miss that physical touch just as much as emotional touch he had with his wife.

Only if she’d known what he was thinking, that he was comparing her to her mother, replacing her in place of his wife, she’d 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. “Good…then we can watch something together. Perhaps a TV show…” she flipped through channels, “I don’t suppose they’d have what you want to watch. Let’s just find something decent…hmm?” 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 wouldn’t drink another beer tonight or else she’d have to carry him to his room somehow.

She put up a comedy show, soon realizing they needed that in their life…laughter. 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. Maybe…maybe he doesn’t even enter that room as it would remind him of her…she wouldn’t know unless she enters to clean it later on.
 
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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."
 
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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 wasn’t until her dormmate left, hours later, she realized she should head home. At least, she’d get to sleep in her bed…something 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 he’s dozing off. She knew it must be the alcohol working its charm for sure.

Though, he was a big guy and how much he’d 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 she’s 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, “Urgh…Dad!” 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 you’re 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. Don’t 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 now…let’s get you upstairs.” She said and realized how heavy just his arm was. “Come on…I can’t carry you so you’re going to have to help me a little.”
 
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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."
 
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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 she’d struggle and probably fall down. She wouldn’t 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. “That’s it dad. Standing up…that’s 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 wasn’t 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, “We’re 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 don’t you want to sleep in your bed? You can’t 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 mother’s 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 wouldn’t want to put him through it if he didn’t want to. She shut the door and walked back to where he was, thinking what to do. She obviously didn’t 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, “Okay…right 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.
 
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.
 
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Phoebe will learn in no time that her presence is much needed at home rather than at her dorms. She may even opt out from going back to live in her dorms and settle back home seeing how it is back home. She made a mistake once by going away, she was the kind of a person, she wouldn't make that mistake again. He needed her the most then but he pretty much needed her now as well seeing the way things are going. For her, she was just helping her father do what her mother would have done should she be here right at that moment. She helped him take his shirt off, leaning into him to pull on his sleeves while he could inhale her sweet scent.

She had no idea what was going on in his mind and part of the reason was that he had booze in his system. The shirt was tight around him and when it came off fully, she realized how fit he was really. With a bit of a belly, he still had fine torso and could see some of his muscles on his hairy chest. Though she noticed, he wasn't all too hairy. She'd laugh at first if he'd tell her that her mother was back. She looked down when his hands came to touch her hips wile she continued to work on him, help him get comfortable. She did find his tough to be a different one where he was caressing her in a different way. She gave him a look, wondering what he was doing as his hands moved to the small of her back, holding her. It was good in a say because he supported her and prevented her from falling back.

She shrugged her shoulder and nudged her head in to him when she felt him kiss her neck softly. It wasn't his five o'clock shadow that tickled her but his wet lips and hot breath. He continued to kiss down her slender neck and that's when she softly spoke, trying to pull back, "Umm, what are you...." She found herself locked into his hold when she tried to moved back, so for now, she was in his embrace, finding this odd but couldn't really get mad or BLAME HIM for what he was doing while he was sort of out of it. She could bet that he didn't know what he was doing nor remember the next day. She wondered if he was seeing her mother in that moment. Her hands came to back of his neck, finding herself caressing him for a second, "Da.....I am not mom." She said softly as he whispered while nuzzling into her neck.

She noticed him smile like h always did and he seemed more alive in that moment than past few hours she just spent with him. Was it wrong for her to feel the need to see him smile more, just like that? She couldn't bear watch him in pain for some reason. They weren't as close before her mother left them but now, it felt like he was her only world. She finally found his grip ease up as he leaned back in her bed, leaving very small space for her to sleep in, should she decide to use her bed. She stepped away, smiling, feeling his wet kiss on her neck as she rubbed it clean before walking to the living room. She figured she could sleep on the couch there but not only it was a mess but it also had a weird smell about the room. She tried to sit down with a comforter but realize she wasn't going to be able to fall asleep there. She moved to His bedroom and entering the room, it reminded her of her mother and she could understand why he wouldn't want to sleep in there. She didn't want to either so she finally was back in her own room as she sat down on a two seater couch she had in her room. Of course, there was some stuff on it which she threw it down onto the floor and she laid back. After about half an hour, she found herself cramping and she sat back up. She didn't know what else to do other than walk over to her bed. She picked up his leg, finding it to be pretty heavy, and placed it more towards one side. She did the same with his hand and pushed him to roll towards the bed. She decided to take the open side, preventing a fall, should her decides to roll in his sleep. It felt comfortable even though she didn't have much space. She grabbed the comforter he was using and brought it over her as well, turning her back towards him, she lay there, struggling to fall asleep with her eyes closed.
 
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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.
 
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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t see anything but it was obvious that it was his hands and he might be awake…or 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, “Da…da….” 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 couldn’t move too drastically. “Are…you 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.
 
RE: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Father Figure)

He certainty did not seem awake, not fully. This was more a fugue state, barely conscious, and quite a bit hungover. He let her move his hands just a little bit, let her try to adjust, but then he became a little bit more aware and he took over physically. His hand tightened a bit more on her throat, holding her in place, his other hand moving down to her hips to jerk her back into place and he whispered something. At first it was hard to hear, at first it was impossible to make out with the motions of her Dad behind her. She could feel his arousal, pressing viciously now against her backside, and there was little doubt as to her Father's endowment. He was thick, hard, ready for more than just snuggling. The hand wrapped round her throat tightened again in a warning, cruel in a way she had never seen her father be and he whispered one word again, one word only.

"Monica."

It was her Mother's name. He was dreaming of her perhaps, blacked out and nearly incoherent? Was he imagining that it was her near him in his distraught grief? Or was he perhaps even pretending and using sympathy to get more from flesh that he should never have touched? Surely not the latter, and by his breathing and the harshness of his motions, almost fumbling in a way it was more than likely that he was not quite aware. Perhaps in that drunken dream state he did not really know what he was engaging in with his little girl. Yet whatever it was he wanted more, he wanted more of her, and as she squirmed his strength became evident. Her Father was not some weak man, even in his older years he held a measure of strength that was frightening, and the hand on her hips and he tugged at her clothing so that he could bare her little ass. He wanted to feel her against him, wanted to feel warmth, and insistently he ensured that he did.

A sigh came from him as his cock found her, found that sweet young rear, pressing along the crack of her bottom as he pushed her a little towards the bed. He did not try to enter her, did not try anything other than to grind. That might have been more lack of dexterity than anything, because while he was still strong as an ox...his motor skills were not necessarily up to par in his stupor. His lips kissed her throat once more, whispering her name..."Don't move, don't move Monica...just shhh...fucking take it..." Had this been something he'd done with her Mother? Had her Mother liked it? None of that seemed to matter as the hardened underside of her own Father's prick slid back and forth between the cheeks of her tight little rear. In the dead of night her Father was dry humping her in his sleep...how would he feel when he woke in the morning to find he had done so?
 
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While Phoebe had managed to push one of his hand off of her breast, other still held her in place by a gentle pressure on her waist. He didn’t seem awake to her but with what he was doing, she did want to wake him up. She wasn’t exactly sure if that would make any difference because it’s not that he was sleeping, he was drunk and passed out so it wouldn’t be of much use and it would be like talking to some wall. She did readjust when she was trying to move away but then she felt him tighter his grip around her throat, almost as if not choking her but keeping her in place, closer to him.

She let out a gasp when he jerked her body back into him as if she was some tiny doll. Matter of fact, his legs bent over her, brushing along with hers as he started feeling her up, whispering something to her which she couldn’t exactly make out. Her eyes opened and head lifted to find his hips grinding into her ass as if they were some teenager, trying to dry hump. Though, she did feel his member becoming alive right between her cracks while he tightened his grip around her throat in some warning and finally she heard him call for her mother. It was clear to her as to what was going on here.

This whole time, he was thinking Phoebe was Monica and that smile that she noticed was because of that. She wondered if he was really imagining, believing that her mother was back. Perhaps, to him in his dream, she never left. Maybe, he misses this with her mother. She could feel him breathing warm air over her neck as he fumbled with the waist band of her shorts. Though, she reached for his hand to stop him, she was little too late and found him grasp her panties as well before he pushed them down her hips…just a little so he can find the warmth of her bare ass.

She realized he was a strong man, even in this state and the more she tried to move away to stop this, the more he became aggressive with her, pinning her to him on that bed. She gasped again, trying to pull away and turned a little to stop him, looking over her shoulders, “Please stop….what…are you doing?” She said as he started to actually grind against her ass to get some kind of satisfaction. She wondered if he knew what he was doing. And then again, he nuzzled into her throat, kissing her there and she moved so he won’t leave any marks. At least, he had his pants on while he started to slide his length between her butt cheeks, sort of dry humping her but with my irregularities. And then again, he called her by her mother’s name and told her not to move. Of course, Phoebe was freaking out and was trying to get away. “What did you call me….?” She asked again to see if he’d actually come to his senses and answer her, nudging her head into his face a little to stop him from leaving any marks on her supple neck.
 
RE: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Father Figure)

She was starting to try to pull away from him and apparently her Father would have none of that. Oh, he definitely did not realize it was his young little girl underneath him, not quite yet. Yet the reactions she was giving, the motions she was making, were all the more alien to him than if he had known all along. His beautiful wife had never had problems playing this particular game, in fact had thrilled to it, had wanted him to pursue her in this manner. How many nights had they played this, where he held her down and forced himself on her, her whispering no fervently into the darkness as he pushed deep within her. He had been rather rough, but it had been the most gentle of their love making in truth. His beautiful Monica, his "rape victim". Yet now, now she was giving off all the wrong signals. She was jerking and shoving, asking him questions that made no sense, and finally a bit of reason made it up through his stupor.

This was not her.

Slowly his eyes widened as he realized what was happening. He did not recoil completely in disgust, he was far too uncertain of the circumstances for that. Yet his hands didn't hurt her anymore, his fingers stopped clamping down onto her flesh as if she was nothing but an object. Worry entered his features instead, worry that he was doing something wrong...confusion. He shook his head just a little bit, the roughness of his face brushing over her throat as they still maintained their closeness. He did not pull away, his thick shaft still pressing through his clothing against her wonderfully soft rear. Slowly he licked his dry lips, trying to give life to his questions and uncertainties. His voice giving a hoarse sound as he asked the question..."Monica?"

The smile was long gone in that moment. Her Father was not quite all there but he definitely was becoming aware that things were wrong. His hips stopped pressing as cruelly against her, his legs moving so that she had a bit more room. He could feel the fear, the uncertainty, in the woman underneath him and he kissed her shoulder as he tried to reconcile the past and the current state of affairs. Maybe, maybe this was just the wrong night? That must be it. Maybe she just had bad day, maybe she just wanted to take a break....that would make sense, then he wouldn't feel so bad, then he wouldn't feel like he was hurting her. His voice grew soft as he kissed her cheek, closing his eyes as he whispered.

"It's...it's okay...you just wanna sleep?" He said, slurring the words.
 
RE: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Father Figure)

She had no idea how her mother had played this game but she knew how she would play it. This was wrong but she also knew that he wouldn’t do this if he was in his senses. It was the booze that was clouding his judgement so she didn’t blame him at all. Matter of fact, what just happened, she wasn’t even going to bring it up to him next morning since he probably wouldn’t remember it at all. She could never see her father being the rough guy and her mother liking it to a point where they’d play rape victim. It was odd and unusual. Good thing she didn’t know anything about it.

She found his hands ease up a little as his fingers stopped clamping down into her flesh. She could see him coming around but yet, confused. Though, it was only evident in the way he held her since the whole room was dark and barely could make out by silhouette. He certainly didn’t pull away as his face was tucked into her throat, holding her close while his hips pushed into her.

It was then, she heard him call HER by her mother’s name. She was right…he was thinking it was his wife. She couldn’t blame him, that’s for sure. He finally gave her some space by pulling back his legs and then leaned in to kiss her shoulder. It wasn’t long before he murmured a question, asking her if she wanted to just sleep. She didn’t know whether to get out of bed or play along, given that he’s calmed down. She certainly didn’t want him to wake up fully and realized what he was doing with his daughter, only to add to his sorrows. Instead, she turned on her back, looking at him as she patted his hand, “That’s right…go to sleep…da…” she paused and quickly corrected by addressing him by his first name, like her mother would, just because she thought that he’ll listen and comply if he thought it was Monica who was telling him.
 
RE: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Father Figure)

She said his name. Not the full given name, but the nickname. Harry.

He heard it clear as a bell, finally seeing through some of the fog in his mind and he gave a slow kiss to her throat. She was so beautiful, his wife. So amazing. He could sleep knowing she was back. That was what really mattered in the end. That she was here with him in his dreams. That smile returned, languid and loving as he wrapped his arms around her and held that lithe body against his larger one. The legs slowly moved so that he no longer was attempting to straddle her, the feel of his prick against her backside still there but easing into something less...demanding. It was the type of moment that could have happened had he not been drunk. He complied, knowing that maybe in the morning his wife might wake up feeling better and want to maybe have more of him.

That was when he fell asleep fully.

What did he dream of in that final bliss? Who knew. Maybe it was just a way of having peace in a time when he had none? Maybe it was just a way of him having a breath of fresh air when he had not been given any space? Whatever it was, it was his daughter who had granted it to him even if he did not realize that fact. His daughter who lay in his arms, that he hugged and had nearly molested. His daughter who would always be there for him, unless the night's course of events had changed things between the two of them. His body slowly relaxed, the brow between his eyes smoothing out, and he exhaled a slow sigh before beginning to lightly snore....drifting off into a restful sleep.
 
RE: Truly a Daddy's Girl (Whtbitch4u2own & Father Figure)

She didn’t know why she used her name but she was thinking that if he was thinking that she was Monica, his wife, then he’d surely listen to what she would tell him to do. He loved her and coming from MONICA, he would do anything to please her.

It seemed though she was right as he gave a slow kiss on her throat while his hands wrapped around her body, pulling her into him but moving his legs back so he wasn’t trying to straddle her. She felt his grip loosen on her as she could still feel him poking from behind her but he wasn’t grinding anymore.

She was a bit relieved as she lay there, in his hold as he started snoring and really fell asleep. She tried to move but his heavy hand on her had her pinned down. She ended up falling asleep as well. Since, she felt asleep way later than him, she was in her deep sleep even in the morning. Though, she felt relieved when he rolled over to the other side, as if he never hugged her and always kept distance between the two. She would know what’s really happened at night, while, he’d only keep guessing and call it a dream which can never come to reality….one where his wife was alive.

She was planning to go meet her friends that day so it was only matter of time when she’d wake up and tell him how she was going to spend some time with friends and will be out late.
 
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