My story started two years into their marriage, right as I was finally growing into my body and developing. At first, I was insecure about my height, my tits and my ass, but after I realized the looks I got, I kind of just went with it.
It wasn’t just any type of look that I indulged, it was specifically his: Travis’s. During this time, I noticed him staring at me, looks I didn’t think much of, until he started talking about it. While mom wasn’t there, of course.
“You look so much like your mom…only better.” – He’d whisper, grabbing my palm on the dining room table or “You’re becoming a grown woman Katie, men will soon run after you but I won’t let them.”
At first, his comments seemed inappropriate to me, however after dozen of play dates with my mom’s friends, who by the way, all commented on how I look exactly like her, and more importantly, joked with Daddy on how he is a lucky man to live with two playboy centerfold look-alikes, I simply grew into it. Well, not just that. I relished it. I learned to love it. Who am I kidding? I loved it!
This all happened in the summer before I finished High School and during this period, mom was away for work. A lot.
Since I was my mom’s 'mini me', I not only idolized her but I wanted to be like her. Daddy’s comments and looks made me feel grown up and wanted. On top of that, everything he did was a confirmation that I was as good as her. That was the only approval I needed for as long as I knew I was just like my mom, I felt powerful. That was, after all, my biggest dream.
Chapter 2
I was nearing my 19th birthday and my mom had promised to take me and my three girlfriends to Vegas! Oh the excitement! Vegas was all we talked about, for hours and days, we simply couldn’t wait to go!
At this time, mom was absent a lot. She was working in high-end real estate and her job meant everything to her. Travis and I were alone a lot and I started noticing him doing not so innocent things. At first, I was sure it was just my imagination, but later it proved to be much, much more. And, I loved every second of it.
Whenever we were alone in the house, I’d catch him staring at my pouty lips. He’d start talking and instead of looking into my eyes, he’d simply look at my lips. On top of it, while talking, he’d lick his own bottom lip. As much as all this made me uncomfortable at first, later on I not only learned to
enjoy it but I also sought his attention. I’d wait to see my mom leave then I’d intentionally walk into whatever room daddy was in.
“Katie, looking gorgeous today.” – He’d whisper, while watching me enter the room. I’d keep quiet and I’d simply walk up to him, usually leaning on the chair he was sitting in. I’d stand there staring at him staring at my lips, licking his and often touching my arm. He’d simply glide his hand over my arm, up and down, while looking at my lips and whispering: “You are so beautiful.”
Then, one day after my mom left, I went down and walked in the kitchen. Daddy was sitting at the kitchen counter, facing the entrance. He knew I’d show up. As I did, he smiled and tilted his head to the right, eyeing my every move. I walked up to the counter, put my hands on it and sort of leaned in, lifting my butt up. I saw him stare: from my lips, to my ass and I saw him grab his dick, sort of readjusting it while clearing his throat. Once he removed his hand, I saw the imprint on his pants: I knew he got hard just by looking at me. And, it made me very happy. I was pleased I was able to have an effect like that on Daddy since to me it meant I was as good as my mommy. Since that day, I took every chance I got to provoke him and watch him suffer while I literally walked around him in all sorts of skimpy outfits. He’d simply lean in and watch.
“You’re driving me crazy, sweetlips. That’s your nickname from now on.” – Daddy whispered to me one day, while completely leaning in on me. I felt his body weight and it aroused me, made me wet and all I could think about was how much I wanted him. When I tried to reach out and grab his hand, he left the room: “Not yet, sweetlips.”
After that day, Daddy called me “sweetlips” every chance he got, of course while my mom was away. She never knew the games I played with Daddy. She never knew the effect I had on him.
Chapter 3
Those were all innocent games compared to what followed. I was always under the impression that as much as I knew Daddy wanted me, he’d never actually do something about it. He had this shy approach to our games and I always thought I was the aggressive one. As time went by, this proved to be completely wrong.
Daddy called me “sweetlips” every chance he got while mom was away. The moment I would walk in the room, he’d start: “Hey sweetlips, you’re so hot today.”
Whenever he’d hug me, his hand would rest at the point where my lower waist met my ass. At first, I thought this to be a coincidence or just my imagination, but whenever my mom wasn’t around, Daddy would proceed to pat my butt while hugging me. He did it ever so gently, I always wanted more.
I’d smile, and I’d proceed to cat-walk in front of him, lean in on some furniture or even bend in front of him. I’d hear him moan and I’d hear him touching himself which made me feel wanted, and turned me on. The second I’d face him and try to put my hands on him, he’d go: “Not yet, sweetlips.” And, he’d leave the room.
After a while, during the time when my mom was not at home, I noticed some changes in Daddy. For instance, whenever I was in the shower, daddy would somehow find an excuse to show up in the bathroom. The glass door, although steamy, was still see-through, so I knew he was able to see my naked silhouette from where he was standing. I was also able to see his silhouette from where he was standing, and he'd usually be in briefs. Daddy started doing this using various excuses: he needed the toothpaste, he ran out of floss, or he needed a towel… And I pretended to believe him. I played the part he wanted me to play and I watched his silhouette from inside the shower. I knew he was staring at me. One day while I was in the shower, Daddy walked in murmuring something about towels and proceeded to walk in and stand in front of the glass-door. The water was on, so I couldn’t really hear anything but I noticed he was standing in front of the glass-door longer than usual. I focused to try and hear what was happening and I soon realized Daddy had his pants down and he was jerking off while looking at my naked silhouette. As much as the glass-door was steamy, I could see his silhouette moving, I could see his hands and most of all, I could hear the rubbing sound his dick made. Not wanting to scare him off, I continued to play my part, more aggressively: I squeezed my tits on the glass-door giving him full view while massaging them, and right after, I pushed my ass up the glass-door, giving him full view again. I was trying to seduce him, to make him join me in the shower. By simply knowing what he was doing right outside my door, I was so turned on. I heard him: “Oh sweetlips, you’re driving me insane!”
Right after this, he fell quiet, breathing hard and deep, and I knew he had cum just by hearing me. I’d never felt more dominant and confident in my whole life! All I wanted to do was make daddy cum again.
Chapter 4
During all of this game-playing, I was relishing every minute spent with Daddy. The fact that I was able to influence a grown man in such a way was a huge ego booster. On top of it all, it also was an affirmation that I was as good, if not better, than mommy.
What I never realized was just how much I was really enjoying these tantalizing games with Daddy. Although this whole period was a countdown to my birthday in Vegas, the closer it got the less I wanted to go. This was strange but it only meant I simply didn’t want to go without him. I didn’t want the games to stop. I was afraid that if I was gone for a weekend, he’d lose interest in me. And, I couldn’t let that happen.
My mom used to always have her play her secretary, and call clients for her job, or would quickly hand me her cell phone when one of her clients would call and tell me to act like her secretary. She thought that it would give her more clout, and make her seem more legit and sought after. So after weeks of planning, I was able to imitate my mother’s voice on the phone and actually called a couple of high-end clients to look at a mansion that just went on sale. Luckily for me, they were all interested and I asked them to call me the next day so we can schedule the viewing.
The next morning, as we were all eating breakfast in the kitchen, my mom’s phone rang. I saw how confused she was while taking the call, but luckily she never questioned anything. That morning, she had to schedule three high-end viewings, all on the day of our Vegas trip. I saw her heart sink, and although she was apologetic about it, I innocently played my part as a bratty teenage daughter saying: “But, mom you promised!”
My mom was devastated that she was no longer able to celebrate my 19th birthday with me. I acted as if I was completely devastated for not going to Vegas. I saw my mom thinking and contemplating her actions and I knew it was only minutes before she'd realize what she could do. And, I was right.
Mom turned to Daddy: “Travis, I have to ask you a favor. I need you to go to Vegas with Katie and her friends. For her 19th birthday, just for the weekend.”
I saw Daddy look at her, sort of confused and caught off guard, then look at me. He sat there, quiet. For a second, I was sure he would say “no”, so I had to intervene.