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“Almost eighteen Sweetheart.”
“I know. I can’t wait for the stroke of midnight. Only four hours away.”
“How was your early birthday party at your Mom’s?”
“Pretty boring. There were too many of her girlfriends there. It ended up being more of Mom’s party than mine.” Paige Turner shyly spoke, her voice soft and more youthful than she truly was. “I prefer being home with you Daddy.”
“Aww! That’s nice. Come here and give your ole man a hug.” He pulled her into the kind of hug a truly loving parent should express toward their child. Even if he held her a bit longer than she expected. His hands rubbing her back innocently, yet it felt more intimate than usual. Not in a sleazy way but as if he were trying to hold on to her youth a bit longer. It was cozy warm and relaxing. She enjoyed her Father’s attention seeing as he was her only connection to men really. He had tons of friends dropping by or going to sporting events with him. Sometimes it seemed as if they would show up more often than they should. Even when Lonnie was still at work. Always wanting to borrow something or joking around with her. Nothing bad or threatening but she knew their eyes were all over her. Maybe it was because over the last year she blossomed into a buxom beauty. Her chest increasing dramatically. Her body toning up and tight because she ate very little. Always conscious of the calories she put into her body. His friends were fun but creepy at times. She never once felt spooked by any of his friends. Even when they teased her about her choice in clothing. Calling her nerdy. She did wear large rimmed glasses with amber frames. Only because the framing looked gorgeous with her long red hair. She was one of the lucky ones to avoid freckles. Her complexion milky white in dire need of a healthy tan. For the most part Paige was a homebody. Never really wanting to go anywhere without her Dad. Homework, chores, and girly things. Taking care of Dad was important to her. She owed him a good life.
Lonnie Turner had divorced his wife Paula three years ago and took on sole custody of Paige. Her mother an alcoholic led her life down a very dark path and he wanted to make certain bashful Paige didn’t follow in her footsteps. Keeping her almost too sheltered at times he knew but not once did she complain. She had very few friends at school. Guys tried to get close to her but she would shy away and feel horrible about it later. She knew some wanted only one thing but others truly did want to get to know her. The problem was, Paige just felt the need to be there for Lonnie. He was glad not to have to give her the talk. As if she didn’t know all about it anyway. School. Girls talking. Guys bragging. Sure she was curious. It just remained isolated in her own thoughts. Even the bashful fantasize. She even went so far as to create her own perfect lover. He was named Donnie.
She kept a daily diary of her wishes and dreams. She and Donnie would make love five times a day in the strangest of places. Her bashfulness set aside when writing. Nobody would ever read it anyways. Until today.
Lonnie had come home from work at the Distillery early in the morning knowing Paige would be dropped off by a certain time late in the evening. Wanting to prep dinner for a cozy night at home and maybe a movie. He had a lot to accomplish before she returned home. It wasn’t just the cooking but the cleaning. Not to mention he had to go shopping for last minute birthday presents. He loved spoiling the punk.
Taking a lingering basket of laundry to Paige’s room a few hours later he discovered her diary unlocked. Ignoring it at first, temptation made him take a peek. Twenty pages later he was making copies of the entire book. Tough to accomplish without bending pages but he somehow mastered it. His copier running out of ink the last six pages he just took cell photos of the rest it to read later. What amazed him early on was her reference to an imaginary lover named Donnie. Considering his name was Lonnie. How strange was that? Her imagination vivid and steamy as if wanting to come out of her shell. Although wrong of Lonnie to be snooping into her personal thoughts this stuff did intrigue him. His little girl was growing up. He would have some juicy reading to do after she went to bed. Then again, his mind did tend to act impulsively.
“So what’s for dinner?” Paige peels away from her Father to check out the kitchen. On the stove simmering in a crock pot was a batch of Chili. She loved his chili as long as the jalapenos were not too hot. That was one of her weaknesses. Daddy’s chili. So much for watching her weight. As if she needed to.
“Guess I don’t have to tell you.”
Prowling the kitchen she converses with a whimsical sway. “Seeing as it’s Saturday I want to stay up until midnight and celebrate my birthday. Is that okay?”
“Sure. We can watch movies and bring the big one eight in together.”
“Thank you Daddy. I’m gonna go shower and change clothes. I hate getting all dressed up for Mom. She always wants me kurtköy escort to wear these ugly dresses.” Flowered dresses were so out of character for her. She did look nice in them but Lonnie always took her side. Her legs especially well toned for a girl that never worked out.
Nodding in agreement Lonnie suggests. “When you get done choose a movie. I set aside a few DVDs I know you love.”
“You pick. Even though it is my birthday.” She appeared distant.
“What I pick you might not like.”
“We have similar tastes. I’ll be good no matter which you choose.”
“Girly flicks it is.” He chuckles winking. Paige winces at him with a ho-hum expression then shrugs. He knew although girly she wasn’t much for the romantic comedies.
“Tearjerker or just jerker?” She sticks her tongue out at him.
“Where did that come from Little Miss Shy?”
“If you can be goofy so can I. Oh, did you buy me a birthday present?” She grew inquisitive in a sly manner.
“Quite a few actually.”
“Really?” She brightens up clapping as she jumps in step. Those newly developed breasts bobbing about with very little care.
“This might sound dorky but I decided earlier that seeing as you’re turning eighteen you need to become a woman. So I bought things a woman would like.”
“Tell me you didn’t buy me a bathrobe and bubble bath.”
“Nope no robe. Curlers for your hair though.” He tries to be convincing. She knew better. As she rolls her eyes at him he adds to the drama. “We do need to sit and have a long talk now that you’re an adult.”
“That sounds ominous.” She shivers while grinning.
Motioning her away to change he recalls content from her diary where Donnie was in his position. There for her birthday giving her all sorts of frilly things and dirty little toys. He wasn’t certain if he was going too far with all of this but Lonnie wanted to see her response. For better or worse. She was eighteen in a few measly hours so he would make her wait to open them. He would play it off as a joke if she took it badly. Poor taste at that. She would forgive him. She always did.
Hearing her in the shower singing gave him time to do some reading. He was amazed by her stimulating sex drive. It made him wonder if she was even a virgin. An idea pops into his head and he quickly goes to a closet in his bedroom finding a box of porn DVDs. Sifting through them he finds one of his favorites and removes it from its case. Hurrying to the living room he transplants it in the case of a movie he knew she might hint at him choosing. If it wasn’t the right choice he would suggest this movie. This devious ploy could either damage their bond or make it interesting. All Lonnie knew was that he was lonely and obviously so was Paige. Testing his daughter would prove how much her diary desires would be allowed out in person. For the moment he went to his bedroom and changed clothes himself, choosing cut off black sweat pants and a sleeveless Metallica t-shirt from the 90’s. He deliberately skipped any underwear. Cologne a must, he knew Paige always liked sniffing him then acting as if he made her high and complimenting him on his choices.
While Lonnie was out in the living room waiting Paige stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around her body. At a meager 5 foot 2, 110 pounds she felt lost in the length of the towel itself. Primping her bright red locks in a mirror she spots her diary in the reflection zone. Eyes drawn to it she notes the lock open. Curiously she turns and sits on her bed to examine the book without touching it. It wasn’t quite in the same location she had it before.
She ponders with a hint of intrusion which turns to wide eyed wonder, “Daddy wouldn’t…would he?” She shivers then bites a nail forming her lips into a thin smile, “If he did this could be fun. He wants me to be a woman so let’s see if he really did read my diary. I’ll catch him off guard and be all woman. What can I wear that’s not grungy?”
She jumps from her mattress and goes to her closet. Most of her day to day clothing were silly t-shirts and jeans. Cut off jeans? No, she didn’t want to be uncomfortable. Something soft and meant for comfort was needed. She frowned at what there was in the offering. Maybe pants wasn’t the answer. Definitely not a dress, at least none in her closet. She loved dresses just not those her Mom appreciated more than she. Maybe if she got money for her birthday she could buy some dresses that she approved of herself.
With a devious grin she considers the unexpected with a final declaration of freedom. “No pants. No pajamas. Nightshirt only. A really short nightshirt. If he really did read my diary he knows my most intimate thoughts now. All he could do is send me back in here to put some pants on if I’m wrong.”
Finalizing the no pants plan she tried on a yellow thong with the bands disappearing between her cheeks. Admiring her hips in it she discards it in favor of a softer color, going with a powder blue. Thankfully her Dad didn’t aydıntepe escort buy these revealing thongs for her. She was allowed to buy her own as he considered it too intimate. Looking for a bra she stops and stares at her perfect 36C’s and poses side to side, “Hmmm! Maybe not a long nightshirt, that would hide everything except my legs. Long tank top? Yeah, that would show off more. Gosh I can’t believe I’m doing this. He might ground me until I’m 21.”
Returning to her closet she finds a white cotton tank. She swiftly pulled it over her head and shivers at the roominess of the material. Grinning at her breasts bulging at the sides of the shirts low armpit areas she shifts side to side worried he might see too much immediately. Amid the lowcut front she found her cleavage mind blowing. The hem of the shirt swept past her thighs to stop three inches above her knees. Shaking at her appearance she fidgets. “What am I doing?”
Plopping back down on her bed she lifts the diary from her bedside stand and opens it. Drawn to the page mentioning her first meeting with Donnie she notes something she had totally missed before now. The ink over the loop in the letter D was smudged, appearing almost an L.
“Whoa! Donnie became Lonnie. Does Dad think?” Her fingernail returns to her lips, pinched between her perfect teeth. Green eyes dart toward the bedroom door with intimidation yet inspiration. With a devilish grin she shivers noticing her nipples protruding through her tank top. Closing her eyes she takes a deep breath envisioning the fantasies within her writing. “Let’s see if Donnie wants me for real.” Hopping up her tits jiggle and she fans her fingers nervously. Moving to her bedroom door while putting her glasses on, she again feels her shirt rubbing her nipples. Adrenalin kicked in. Doorknob turned, out she went.
Entering the living room she found Lonnie on the sofa flipping channels with the remote. Hearing his daughter’s arrival he saw her pass by him headed to the dining room. Her attire shocking him into an instant arousal. It was only 9:45. Still another 2 hours and 15 minutes til legal. He would bide his time. Crazy as this whole scheme was he wasn’t entirely sure how far he expected this to go. This was his daughter. His erection faded fast.
“Eating chili this late might not be a smart idea Daddy. I know how you get heartburn.”
“I don’t know what I was thinking by making chili at this hour. I just figured you might be hungry.”
“Not really. I’ll put it in the fridge for tomorrow. Settle for popcorn with our movie?”
“Sure thing Princess.”
“I love it when you call me that.” she shines a bright smile in his direction.
“Always my little Princess Sweetheart.” He sounded corny but she ate it up.
“Give me a minute to pop popcorn and Tupper up the chili.”
“Take your time.”
“Hey! Where are my gifts?”
“I hid them. You have to find them.”
“Just like Easter. Yay!”
Paige quickly puts the chili away and nukes the popcorn before emptying two bags into a large salad bowl. With a deep breath she moves toward the living room. Her Father’s eyes tried not to stare at her attire but it was impossible. Her knee bumps the coffee table and spills over the stack of DVDs.
“Dang it.” She sits the bowl down then bends over to pick the DVDs up from the carpet. In doing so her tank droops down offering Lonnie a perfect dangling of her braless tits. Tight pink nipples in total view. She knew he was looking and lingered a bit. Playing naive was her specialty. One by one she restacks the hoisted DVDs until all were back on the coffee table, “Did you choose a movie?”
“It’s between Avatarded and John Wick. Which one do you prefer?”
Plopping on to the sofa beside him she fidgets as if indecisive. As she thought it over his eyes followed her legs all the way up to her shirts hemline. Catching him off guard she turns sideways in her seat and lifts both DVDs.
“I can’t make up my mind Donnie.” She suddenly flares her eyes as if busted, “I mean Daddy.”
“Who’s Donnie?” Lonnie winces queerly.
“I totally meant Daddy. Not Donnie.”
“Uh huh! Nice try Kiddo. Is Donnie a boy you like?”
“Very much.” She blushes.
“Tell me about him.”
“Please don’t make me turn red.”
“Spill it. All things Donnie.” He sits sideways also, their knees touching.
“He’s as tall as you are. Kind of built like you too.”
“Go on.”
“He treats me as if he’s known me his entire life.” Lonnie nods, he sure had. “I-I’m just too shy to really get to know him.” She pouts. “Can we watch John Dick?”
“John Dick?” Lonnie chuckles at her mistake.
“You know what I mean. See you’re turning my face red.”
“You’re the one that said John Dick. Blame that fire on yourself.” He smirks.
Paige frowns at his giving her grief. “I don’t know why I said that. John Wick it is.” She hops up from the couch and moves across the living room to the Blu-ray player. Bending over to tuzla içmeler escort install the disk Lonnie caught a brilliant view of her ass. Her powder blue thong shining through her legs like a constricted blue clam. She was also wet. Stains don’t lie.
“You chose the right DVD and didn’t even look at it. Off to a good start Princess.” He told his thoughts while eying the clock on the wall to his left. It was now 10:20. Time was dragging. He needed to stall a bit more. “So, does Donnie like our kind of movies?”
“I think so. I don’t know him very well yet. Work in progress Daddy.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“What?” She fumbles slightly standing erect, tugging her tank a bit in back trying not to appear obvious that she wanted him to see her cheeks.
“Meaning you shouldn’t rush him. I’ve never known you to be interested in boys.”
“Only Donnie.”
“Ah!” Lonnie grabs a hand full of popcorn chewing it as he speaks. “Is he a jock? Nerdy?”
“He works out. I wouldn’t say chiseled, sort of like you.”
“You saying your ole man isn’t the next John Cena?”
“Not remotely.” She sticks her tongue out at him and rejoins Lonnie on the sofa.
“More John Candy right?”
Paige snorts and covers her mouth. “You’re not even fat Daddy. You carry your weight well.”
“I better. I’m only about ten pounds away from being proportionate.” Inspiration strikes him to remove his t-shirt and pat his belly. “I may not have a six pack but the ole gut is getting there.”
She eyes his bare chest. Not often did her father go without a shirt. He had a very interesting chest full of hair, unlike Paige he had a deep tan. Her complexion took after her mother. Again she turned red.
“Dear ole Dad embarrass you taking his shirt off?”
“No. I’m fine with it. It is warm in here.” She fans herself.
Lonnie grins at his daughter’s expression of awe. Easing from the sofa Lonnie stretches over his head to pull the chain on a ceiling fan, the blades instantly offering a breeze. As he stretched Paige spotted the formation of his penis beneath his sweats. It had come back to life after his earlier stress. Shocked by the size of the tent at half mass she had to look away. Not only was his dick obviously stimulated by her but the cool breeze was forcing Paige’s nipples to rip at her snug tank top. She also noticed her Dad’s butt crack as he leered down at her.
“Better?”
“Yes.”
“We need drinks to go with this popcorn. How about a beer?”
“I’m not old enough to drink beer.” She rolls her eyes amazed that he even offered, it was so unlike him.
“Hey! It’s almost your birthday. You’re at home right? Not as if you’re driving Miss I don’t have a license. Let alone a car.”
“I’m guessing a car isn’t one of my birthday gifts.” She laughs as he turns to face her. His sweats had drifted lower from his waist when he reached to pull the chain. Not adjusting them the waist of the sweats dipped to about an inch from his pubic hair. His pelvic bones were seen. Again she blushed. “I’ll try a beer.”
“Don’t tell your Mom. She will want you to raid my fridge.”
“She’s going to AA meetings every other day. Have faith.”
Regretting his comment he shuffles into the kitchen and grabs two bottles of Corona. Before returning he looks down at his tented sweats. Gritting his teeth he whispers. “There’s ole John Dick. Surprised she hasn’t restarted the movie. Put it on the Piracy pause until we were ready. Here goes. 10:55. One more damned hour.” Sneaking up on her from behind he places the ice cold bottle on her shoulder. A loud shrill scream she points at him evilly.
“I’ll get even with you Mister. That bottle gave me goosebumps.”
“Awful big goosebumps.” He dares to mention. Her eyes bulge and she folds her arms over her chest.
“Don’t be mean.” She pouts then stares at him with sparkling eyes.
“Sorry. Here let me get the bottle cap off for you.” He sets his own beer on the coffee table while standing directly over her. His tent in front of her face. Watching it instead of him opening her beer he observes her curiosity. In his mind he sighs. “Yup! There’s Donnie.” Beer open he lowers it to her hovering it a mere inch from his erection. Reacting her hand gravitates upward to claim the bottle and accidently brushes her knuckles on his concealed beast. She turns the deepest red she had ever experienced. He merely grins. “Don’t spill that on my couch.”
“I-I won’t Daddy. I can’t believe you’re letting me drink.”
“Only because it’s your birthday in one more hour.”
“Beer and popcorn. Not a good combination is it?”
“Probably not. Gonna eat some anyway.” He scoots past her fawning eyes. She watched his erection wiggle until he took his seat. He acted as if he didn’t notice. Instead he hands her the Blu-ray remote. “Start ole John Dick.”
“You’re not going to let me forget I said that are you?”
“Nope. Gonna tell all my buddies too. They’ll get a good laugh out of it.”
“Daddy don’t you dare.” She drops her jaw. Watching her, his thoughts led to what might look good in that opened mouth. As quickly as the idea presented itself he told the devil on his shoulder to chill out. This was his daughter. One sexy ass daughter though.
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