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So I (20)didn’t see my dad(48) much growing up, we lived in different states. I hardly saw him but I know he’d always write me letters talking about how proud he was of his little girl. I kept all of them, but he and my mom despised each other. She wouldn’t let me see him and she had sole custody. I decided when I had the money, I was going to fly to Chicago to see him. Grab lunch, catch a movie, something.

The day finally came. I flew into O’Hare and there he was, waiting for me. I saw his ginger hair, just like mine, with hints of grey sprinkled all throughout. I ran up to him and shouted “dad!”. He picked me up and hugged me so tightly. His smile was so contagious, causing me to beam. He carried my suitcase to his car and opened the door for me, gesturing me to get in. The hour drive back to his house wasn’t as awkward as I had thought. He had his hand on my thigh while he talked which I thought nothing of. We made it back to his and things were wonderful. He took me to the Hello Kitty cafe, we explored Chicago, and we had long, deep conversations.

Then I saw it, I went to bug him one morning and he had just gotten out of the shower, his hair wet and messy and his towel dropped down to his ankles. Oh. My. God. He was huge. I instantly soaked my underwear and went to the bathroom to take care of myself. I felt so incredibly guilty because well, that’s my fucking dad. Over time I saw him catching glances at me too, which I wanted. I walk around the house braless or in my underwear, or shower with the door open.

We decided to drink together one night and that’s when everything changed. I was so absolutely shit faced that I just leaned over and kissed him. He tasted like cigarette smoke and beer. I remember so vividly him looking me in the eyes and saying, “I’ve been waiting for you to do that forever, kiddo.” And pulls me back in for a long, passionate make out session. I could feel how hard he was pressed against me so I climb onto his lap and straddle him, saying “please daddy.” He grumbles under his breath and carries me upstairs to his room, and throws me onto the bed. We hastily undress each other and make the most passionate love I’ve ever had. The best I’ve ever had. It lasted for about 2 hours and we passed out next to each other. Once we woke up, we just talked about it. We had feelings for one another. To this day he comes home to his little girl eagerly waiting for him, with dinner and stories from each others day. He works for the CTA so he always has some crazy stories about driving a bus. I’m finishing up my undergraduate degree but this is my life now. With him, my dad AND my fiance. The same man.

So I (20) didn’t see my dad (48) much growing up, we lived in different states. I hardly saw him but I know he’d always write me letters talking about how proud he was of his little girl. I kept all of them, but he and my mom despised each other. She wouldn’t let me see him and she had sole custody. I decided when I had the money, I was going to fly to Chicago to see him. Grab lunch, catch a movie, something.

The day finally came. I flew into O’Hare and there he was, waiting for me. I saw his ginger hair, just like mine, with hints of grey sprinkled all throughout. I ran up to him and shouted “dad!”. He picked me up and hugged me so tightly. His smile was so contagious, causing me to beam. He carried my suitcase to his car and opened the door for me, gesturing me to get in. The hour drive back to his house wasn’t as awkward as I had thought. He had his hand on my thigh while he talked which I thought nothing of. We made it back to his and things were wonderful. He took me to the Hello Kitty cafe, we explored Chicago, and we had long, deep conversations.

Then I saw it, I went to bug him one morning and he had just gotten out of the shower, his hair wet and messy and his towel dropped down to his ankles. Oh. My. God. He was huge. I instantly soaked my underwear and went to the bathroom to take care of myself. I felt so incredibly guilty because well, that’s my fucking dad. Over time I saw him catching glances at me too, which I wanted. I walk around the house braless or in my underwear, or shower with the door open.

We decided to drink together one night and that’s when everything changed. I was so absolutely shit faced that I just leaned over and kissed him. He tasted like cigarette smoke and beer. I remember so vividly him looking me in the eyes and saying, “I’ve been waiting for you to do that forever, kiddo.” And pulls me back in for a long, passionate make out session. I could feel how hard he was pressed against me so I climb onto his lap and straddle him, saying “please daddy.” He grumbles under his breath and carries me upstairs to his room, and throws me onto the bed. We hastily undress each other and make the most passionate love I’ve ever had. The best I’ve ever had. It lasted for about 2 hours and we passed out next to each other. Once we woke up, we just talked about it. We had feelings for one another. To this day he comes home to his little girl eagerly waiting for him, with dinner and stories from each others day. He works for the CTA so he always has some crazy stories about driving a bus. I’m finishing up my undergraduate degree but this is my life now. With him, my dad AND my fiance. The same man.

So I didn’t see my dad much growing up, we lived in different states. I hardly saw him but I know he’d always write me letters talking about how proud he was of his little girl. I kept all of them, but he and my mom despised each other. She wouldn’t let me see him and she had sole custody. I decided when I graduated high school, I was going to fly to Chicago to see him. Grab lunch, catch a movie, something.

The day finally came. I flew into O’Hare and there he was, waiting for me. I saw his ginger hair, just like mine, with hints of grey sprinkled all throughout. I ran up to him and shouted “dad!”. He picked me up and hugged me so tightly. His smile was so contagious, causing me to beam. He carried my suitcase to his car and opened the door for me, gesturing me to get in. The hour drive back to his house wasn’t as awkward as I had thought. He had his hand on my thigh while he talked which I thought nothing of. We made it back to his and things were wonderful. He took me to the Hello Kitty cafe, we explored Chicago, and we had long, deep conversations.

Then I saw it, I went to bug him one morning and he had just gotten out of the shower, his hair wet and messy and his towel dropped down to his ankles. Oh. My. God. He was huge. I instantly soaked my underwear and went to the bathroom to take care of myself. I felt so incredibly guilty because well, that’s my fucking dad. Over time I saw him catching glances at me too, which I wanted. I walk around the house braless or in my underwear, or shower with the door open.

We decided to drink together one night and that’s when everything changed. I was so absolutely shit faced that I just leaned over and kissed him. He tasted like cigarette smoke and beer. I remember so vividly him looking me in the eyes and saying, “I’ve been waiting for you to do that forever, kiddo.” And pulls me back in for a long, passionate make out session. I could feel how hard he was pressed against me so I climb onto his lap and straddle him, saying “please daddy.” He grumbles under his breath and carries me upstairs to his room, and throws me onto the bed. We hastily undress each other and make the most passionate love I’ve ever had. The best I’ve ever had. It lasted for about 2 hours and we passed out next to each other. Once we woke up, we just talked about it. We had feelings for one another. To this day he comes home to his little girl eagerly waiting for him, with dinner and stories from each others day. He works for the CTA so he always has some crazy stories about driving a bus. I’m finishing up my undergraduate degree but this is my life now. With him, my dad AND my fiance. The same man.