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It was weird to be home after so many years. My mother had stolen me away what seemed like decades ago, but really it'd only been a year or so. Stepping into my childhood home was bizarre though. It looked exactly the same...yet different somehow. Being older (im eighteen) makes a difference. "Daddy...I'm home..." I called out.
Maybe he forgot I was coming? No. He couldn't. I'm his little girl and as much as mom convinced the lawyers and judge that he was bad for me, I knew he loved me and I loved him. Smiling to myself I remembered how he would pick me up and cuddle with me, watching movies on the couch. How he would kiss me goodnight and how I would crawl into bed with him when I got scared. In my teens, my mother disappeared more and more. It's obvious now she was cheating, but then it was just more time with him. I had my own bed from the beginning but even when I was in my teens, I'd sneak into bed with him sometimes. Nothing we did was wrong...he was a father loving his daughter and I was a daughter loving her father. It was as simple as that.
"Dad??" I can here the tv on in his bedroom and I knock quietly. Nothing. The tv is too loud and I push open the door quietly. Through the crack I can see the screen...I can hear the moaning and I blush, shutting the door back. Obviously he's busy. Porn is...natural right? My cheeks are red as I slink to my old room and into my old bed. Something stirs inside me though a strange feeling that makes remember our close snuggling and kissing. He always gave me innocent pecks as a kid but around age eleven or twelve...they became a little more than that. Longer, slightly more passionate. Mom was away...and we were closer than ever. But not that close...and yet...here I am...wandering what it would have been like if we did. I found myself remembering the day before my mother came to move me to boston. I kissed him goodbye and I hugged him. I kissed him and I felt his tongue in my mouth and mine in his. Maybe it wasn't innocent...but it was love...which is more than my mother has ever given me.
It was weird to be home after so many years. My mother had stolen me away what seemed like decades ago, but really it'd only been a year or so. Stepping into my childhood home was bizarre though. It looked exactly the same...yet different somehow. Being older (im eighteen) makes a difference. "Daddy...I'm home..." I called out.
Maybe he forgot I was coming? No. He couldn't. I'm his little girl and as much as mom convinced the lawyers and judge that he was bad for me, I knew he loved me and I loved him. Smiling to myself I remembered how he would pick me up and cuddle with me, watching movies on the couch. How he would kiss me goodnight and how I would crawl into bed with him when I got scared. In my teens, my mother disappeared more and more. It's obvious now she was cheating, but then it was just more time with him. I had my own bed from the beginning but even when I was in my teens, I'd sneak into bed with him sometimes. Nothing we did was wrong...he was a father loving his daughter and I was a daughter loving her father. It was as simple as that.
"Dad??" I can here the tv on in his bedroom and I knock quietly. Nothing. The tv is too loud and I push open the door quietly. Through the crack I can see the screen...I can hear the moaning and I blush, shutting the door back. Obviously he's busy. Porn is...natural right? My cheeks are red as I slink to my old room and into my old bed. Something stirs inside me though a strange feeling that makes remember our close snuggling and kissing. He always gave me innocent pecks as a kid but around age eleven or twelve...they became a little more than that. Longer, slightly more passionate. Mom was away...and we were closer than ever. But not that close...and yet...here I am...wandering what it would have been like if we did. I found myself remembering the day before my mother came to move me to boston. I kissed him goodbye and I hugged him. I kissed him and I felt his tongue in my mouth and mine in his. Maybe it wasn't innocent...but it was love...which is more than my mother has ever given me.