Daddy, I’m Home

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“Daddy, I’m Home.”Those are the words I love to hear. My daughter, Julie, is home from shopping. The house has been too quiet for the entire day.I’m Mark and I used to work for the Treasury Department.  My last assignment was to investigate high-grade counterfeit hundred dollars flooding the Eastern seaboard.  The investigation took my team to the backcountry, close to Dalton, Georgia.  It should have been an easy bust.  Most counterfeiters are not violent.  These were different.I ended up being shot in the leg and arm.  The leg shot just missed my femoral artery but tore through enough tissue and tendons that I walk with a limp and use a cane.  There are days when the pain still gets bad enough that I have to take a heavy dose of drugs to bear it.  My arm healed fairly well.Unfortunately, I was close to retirement age for an agent and so the department decided to medically retire me at age 44.  I now live in a small town in Kansas, not far from where I was raised.  My older sister, Deborah, is an associate professor of English, teaching at Yang Sae University in Seoul, Korea.  Our parents are deceased.Julie’s mother and I split about ten years ago and she got re-married a few years later.  My monthly phone calls with Julie told me that she and her step-dad didn’t exactly get along.  Julie never went into the reasons why and would usually turn the conversation in a different direction.Against both her mother’s and my better judgment, Julie married her high school sweetheart just after graduation.  Her husband, Tommy, had a decent job working for his father’s construction company.  But, like so many too young for marriage, it fell apart in less than two years.Three months ago, I received a sobbing phone call from Julie, telling me the news and wanting to come live with me.  She hit on all the right comments like, she couldn’t stand the step-dad, I could use the help around the house and she would get a job to help pay her way.  Of course, I sent her the money to come live with me. I last saw Julie in person more than five years kaçak iddaa ago.  As I drove to the regional airport, that was the girl I was picking up.  The woman that came running at me and crushed me with a hug was not that girl.  This was a full-fledged blossomed beautiful woman.  She rocked me so hard that I dropped my cane and almost fell over.  She finally let go and helped steady me on my feet and bent to retrieve my cane.  I couldn’t believe what a sensuous-looking woman she was.  I immediately had to turn away from her as I felt my cock come alive. “Daddy?  Are you alright?  I didn’t hurt you, did I?”“No, Julie, sweetheart, you just kind of took me by surprise.  I was expecting a teenager and not such a lovely lady.”“Aw Daddy, it’s still the same old me, still your little girl and I still love you to bits.”“I love you too, honey.  Let’s see about getting your luggage.  I’m not going to be much help, I’m afraid.  We can get a trolly.”“That’s fine daddy.  Remember, I’m here to help you too.”On the drive home, we chatted about life and the cruel twist that sometimes happen to us.  Once in the house, Julie kept commenting about how cute the house was, even though it needed a woman’s touch.  I showed her to her room and pointed out the brand-new bedroom set and the most expensive double bed I could find.  My house is a modest affair, eat-in kitchen, living room, a master bedroom with a three-quarter bath, a full bathroom down the hall with two smaller bedrooms.  And, a single car garage.“If you’re hungry, you’re welcome to whatever is in the fridge or pantry.  This is your home now, so don’t feel the need to ask.”  With that, I settled into my armchair with a big grunt.  My leg was killing me. “Wow, daddy, I didn’t expect to see so much food here.  I figured that you’d be the typical bachelor having only a slice of stale pizza and a 6-pack of beer.  But I do spy a 6-pack.”“Julie, while you’re in there, would you mind handing me a beer though.  And before you ask, of course, you have some also.  There’s some Jack Daniels in kaçak bahis the cabinet if you want something stronger.”“Beer will be fine for me tonight.”I groaned as I leaned forward when Julie handed me my beer.“Daddy? Do you hurt badly now?”“Just a bit.  Been doing a lot to get the house ready for you and packing in the groceries.  That’s all, just a bit more than I usually do.  I’ll be fine by morning, don’t worry about it.”“Well, let me know if I can help with something.  I’m going to my room to get settled in.  Mostly putting away my clothes.  Holler if you need anything.”As she bounced up and headed down the hall, I couldn’t help but wonder how such a luscious woman could have come from my loins.  I must have dozed off, because before I knew it, Julie was shaking me awake.“Daddy, do you want me to help you to bed.  It’s kind of late.”“Maybe a hand to help me out of this chair.” Julie had changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.  I could tell right away she didn’t have a bra on.   She walked me to my bedroom with her arm around my waist.  I could feel the heat from her body and the movement of her breasts against my side.The next morning I awoke to the smell of coffee.  I got up as quickly as I could and put on my housecoat over my boxers.  In the kitchen, Julie was frying bacon and had a dozen of eggs on the counter.  She had on a pink bathrobe that came down mid-thigh and her hair wrapped in a towel. “Good morning, daddy.  Do you still like your eggs sunny side up, fried in bacon grease?”“Damn girl.  I haven’t had that in years.  Of course, I do.”“You just sit tight and I’ll have them up in no time.  I’ll pour you a cup in just a second.” I watched her move around the kitchen with ease.  Her body seemed to flow smoothly under the robe.  When she set my coffee down, her robe opened a little.  I’m her father, but damn, I’m still a man.  She put our plates on the table and took the towel from her hair.  The wet curls fell over her shoulders and I just sat there a gazed.“Is something wrong, daddy?” Her voice snapped me illegal bahis back to reality.“No, sweetheart.  I was just marveling at how beautiful you are.”“You’re going to spoil me with that kind of talk.  I’m just your little girl.”I had to finish my breakfast quickly.  As she sat there chattering and gesturing, the robe kept opening more and more.  I couldn’t control my eyes.  I was like a man possessed.  I turned in my chair to get up and groaned.  Julie popped out of her chair to help me.  That did it, the robe gave up the fight and opened.  Julie seemed not to even notice and helped me to my room.  She wanted me to lay on the bed, but I couldn’t, or else she would see my cock growing hard. Later in the day, Julie took my truck into town.  She said she want to see the town and if there were any help wanted signs posted.  I took a double dose of pain pills and lay on the couch.  I was knocked out asleep.I felt someone sit on the couch beside me.  I opened my eyes to see Julie smiling down at me.“You feel better now?” “I don’t know, I haven’t tried moving yet.”Julie put her hand on my chest and said, “You just lay there for a while.”She kept looking me up and down.  I raised my head a bit and saw that my housecoat had fallen open and my hard cock stood straight up through the slit in my boxers.  I tried to cover up, but Julie was sitting on my housecoat. “Julie, you shouldn’t see me like this.”“Don’t worry daddy, I’ve seen a cock before.”She leaned up and kissed me on the forehead.  I swear she was rubbing her tits on my face.  Julie went and got me a blanket and covered me.“But, really daddy, don’t worry about it.  I’m sure that living together, we’ll see a lot more of each other.”The next morning, I was feeling much better.  I got up early and headed to the kitchen to make coffee.  I had forgotten to bring my puzzle book with me and went back to my bedroom to get it.Upon returning, the hall bathroom door opened and Julie crossed to her room with nothing on but the towel on her head.  I sat down at the table and tried to concentrate on my puzzle, but kept seeing her naked body.  Julie came to the kitchen wearing the same pink bathrobe.  She bent down to get a pot to make oatmeal and I could tell; the robe was all she had on. 

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