Family Bonds

"How many times have I told you not to slam that door?" Chris shouted, wincing as he heard the familiar earth-shattering bang that announced his daughter's return home.

"Sorry!" Hazel called out in reply, blushing a little in embarrassment. Her friends often teased her for being an airhead, but she was just so often caught up in a daydream that she forgot about her surroundings. Pulling off her shoes, she walked over to the fridge to grab a bite to eat and sat down on one of the two fragile wooden chairs at the small kitchen table.

Gazing around, she knew her home certainly wasn't the most luxurious... but then, single parent households didn't tend to be. She'd lost contact with her mother years ago, and her dad didn't earn all that much as a contracted builder - especially since he'd been struggling to find work lately. That's one of the reasons she'd decided to go straight into work at 18 rather than financially burdening her dad even more by enrolling in college. Though she'd never admit that to him.

"So how was your first week?" Chris asked kindly.

Hazel jumped, and her dad couldn't help but laugh. No matter how loud his footsteps were, she never seemed to notice.

"Lost in thought again?" he asked, smiling and gently ruffling her soft brown hair as he walked past her to the fridge.

"Maybe..." Hazel sighed, embarrassed again. "Sorry. I'm trying not to be so ditsy, honestly!"

"You don't need to apologise, lovely," Chris assured her. "What is it you're always thinking about?"

Hazel shook her head, refusing to answer. For one thing, most of her daydreams were dumb cheesy romantic things about falling in love and having sex for the first time, and the last person she wanted to admit that to was her dad. For another, she often worried: about her dad being lonely, about their financial situation being difficult... if he knew that, he'd be upset. He always put her first.

"Nothing, don't worry! And work is going okay. I still can't believe I got such a decent position." Hazel smiled proudly. "My boss seems nice. I think he really respects my work ethic. He's been asking me to do lots of odd jobs around the office."


Chris glanced across at his daughter as he drank a glass of orange juice and couldn't help but frown slightly as he noticed what she was wearing. Her white shirt was a little translucent and he could see the outline of her bra through the fabric. When she stood up to move to the sink, he noticed that her skirt barely covered her rear, and the thought made him uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted was for his daughter to get any unwanted attention.

"When did you buy that outfit?" he asked, concerned.

"My boss gave it to me on my first day," his daughter cheerfully replied. "It was really nice of him to pay for a new set of work clothes for me!"

Chris frowned uncertainly.

"You need to be careful, Hazel... don't ever let someone take advantage of you, okay? I don't want anything happening to you..." His voice trailed off, his brow furrowed.

Hazel smiled warmly when she saw the look of concern on his face, and laughed a little, gently wrapping her arms around him and hugging him.

"I'll be fine, Dad," she told him. "Don't worry."



"I know, I know... it's just, with you having gone to an all girls' school and everything... you're just so innocent, Hazel. The last thing I'd want..."

"Dad. Seriously." Hazel looked up into his concerned eyes. "I'll be fine. I promise!"

 Her warm smile soothed his fears.

"Sorry. Ignore your silly old man." Chris smiled and gently rested his cheek on her soft brown hair, holding his precious daughter in his arms for a long moment. She fit so perfectly in his embrace, her slim pale body protected by his tanned muscular arms. In appearance, she certainly resembled her estranged mother more than him, with his large body and rugged features. But he could see his own bright blue eyes reflected in hers.

"You're only just turned 40, Dad. That's not old," Hazel objected, squeezing him gently.

"Thanks, sweetie." He gently kissed her hair then pulled away reluctantly; it felt like she was made to be held in his arms. "Right. I need to go make some phone calls about work. Let me know if you need anything, Hazel."

"Thanks Dad!" Hazel replied, her usual beautiful smile on her face.

Once Chris was back in his room, he couldn't help but notice that his cock was slightly stiff in his pants. Mortified, he assumed that her outfit must have triggered thoughts about sexy secretaries or something similar - it couldn't possibly have been his daughter that made him feel like this. No, that would be wrong. He loved her so much, but not in that way.

Getting out his phone with a sigh, Chris ignored the feeling and made his work call.

*

Things didn't change much with Hazel working at a new job. Chris did, however, find that his daughter was on his mind a lot - probably because he missed having her around the house as much now that she was busy more hours.

Or at least, that's what he told himself.

He wasn't sure whether it was the outfit her boss was making her wear, or the fact he'd finally realised his little girl was no longer a little girl, but Chris was struggling to keep his mind off his daughter's body. Her cute little butt in that tight skirt, her perky breasts behind that translucent shirt... as much as he didn't want to admit it, she'd grown up to be a very attractive young woman. He couldn't help taking sneaky glances at her chest, but worst of all, he was pretty sure she'd noticed; every now and then their eyes would meet and her cheeks seemed a little flushed.

Of course, if she had noticed, no doubt it was embarrassment that coloured her skin. What kind of perverted dad looks at his daughter that way?

Chris tried hard to take his mind off it, and there were plenty other things to think about. For one, he was worried about her staying safe. If her own father found her attractive, without a doubt many other men would want to take advantage of her. More than anything, he wanted her to be safe and happy.

For another, he was struggling to find any work at the moment. Chris thought it was best he focus on that for the time being, and suppressed the many thoughts swirling around his head about his daughter.

A few weeks later, however, it all came bubbling back to the forefront of his mind when Hazel arrived home in tears.

"Hazel, sweetie? What's wrong?" Chris called, concerned, when he heard muffled sobbing coming from the living room.

Hearing no response, Chris walked in and saw Hazel curled up on the sofa in her nightdress, tears streaming down her face. Her work clothes had been chucked hastily into a pile on the floor, and it looked like the skirt was torn.

"Hazel... what happened?" her dad asked quietly, sitting down next to her and gently wrapping his arm around her fragile shoulders.

"N-nothing," she replied, hastily wiping her eyes. Chris raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing?" he repeated, with a hint of sarcasm.

Hazel looked away, embarrassed.

"Hazel, lovely... you know you can tell me anything," Chris murmured softly. "I love you. All I want is for you to be happy. Just tell me. Let me help."

His beautiful daughter gazed up at him nervously, then sighed in defeat.

"Okay... it's really embarrassing, though," she mumbled. "I was so naive..."

Chris waited patiently.

"My new boss tried to... touch me today," she explained, her cheeks reddening.

Chris felt anger flare up inside him, but kept calm as he listened.

"He's been very friendly to me over the last few weeks, but I started to get a bad feeling. He asked me into his office tonight and when we were alone, he tried to stick his hands up my skirt. He was so rough with me that it tore and I had to walk the whole way home in it. I couldn't wait to get out of that thing," Hazel whispered, mortified.

"Oh Hazel... I'm so sorry." Her father wrapped his loving arms around her, holding her close, wishing he could protect her from the world. "If I ever meet that bastard, I swear I'll kill him then and-"

Hazel gently pressed a finger against his lips, laughing softly.

"I don't know why, but seeing you so mad makes me feel better, dad," she told him with a heart melting smile.

Chris smiled too.

"I'm glad to hear it."

The two of them stayed there in a close embrace for a long moment, Hazel wrapped safely in the loving protection of her father's arms.

"You should never be embarrassed telling me something like this, you know," Chris told her, his hand softly stroking her hair.

"I know. I just... I didn't want you knowing that another man had touched me," Hazel admitted, her face flushing.

Chris wasn't sure what to say. Deciding he didn't need to say anything at all, he leaned in and gently kissed her nose.

"I love you Dad," Hazel whispered, gently sniffling and cuddling Chris close.

"I love you too sweetie," Chris replied, softly stroking her long brown hair.

Hazel shifted a little in his lap so that she could gently kiss his cheek, turning to sit facing him. Without thinking, he pulled her closer, his head spinning as he struggled to recollect his thoughts. Leaning in to comfortingly kiss her cheek at just the moment she leaned in to kiss his once, their lips met by mistake, and he froze, her soft pink mouth pressed gently against his.

It felt like lightning had struck him. His cock twitched involuntarily and his mind clouded over. He became hyperaware of the gentle weight of her body in his lap; the subtle scent of her shampoo; the taste of her breath.

"I-I'm sorry! I... I didn't..." Hazel blushed, gazing into his blue eyes shyly, her cheeks pink.

Chris gazed back, unable to speak, trying to think clearly.

For a long moment, they stared at each other. Her blue eyes were the perfect reflection of his and their hearts were both thumping wildly.

It didn't take long before they both leaned in again, deliberately this time, and their lips met once more.

Chris's arms gently encircled his daughter's soft body and pulled her tightly against him as she started to softly kiss his mouth, her cheeks pink and her heart racing. Her shyness and obvious inexperience made his heart swell with love and affection as he softly kissed her back, very gently tracing his tongue along her bottom lip. Hazel let out a quiet, shy little moan, struggling to contain her arousal, and slowly parted her lips.

Recognising her invitation, Chris carefully slipped his tongue into his daughter's warm mouth, very softly touching hers as he pressed her body more closely against his own. His heart raced as he felt her begin to gently explore his tongue. He licked her back encouragingly, and their kiss grew deeper, making Chris's cock harden in his pants.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were gasping. Hazel's face was flushed pink and she could feel a tingly warmth between her legs.

"I love you," she told her dad. He gazed, astonished, as she leaned in and started softly kissing his neck. "I love you so much."

"I... this is wrong, sweetie..." Chris mumbled, despite the throbbing in his dick. "I'm your dad... we shouldn't do this."

"I know..." she paused, but then gazed up at him sadly. "But after my boss treated me like that today... I realised that I only want to share my body with a man who loves me. Who truly loves me. A-and... I could never love any man more than I love you. No man could ever love me as much as you do. So..." Her blue eyes filled with tears. "How can this be wrong?"

As Chris gazed into her loving, tearful eyes, he felt his resistance fall away. How could he reject his lovely daughter? How could he cause her pain? And why should he when, despite everything society had ever told him, her words rang true? Nobody could ever love his little girl like he did. The thought of any other man touching her made his blood boil.

Hazel gasped in surprise as Chris pulled his T shirt off, tossing it aside before scooping her up in his arms and gently laying her down on the bed. Climbing atop her, he immediately started covering the soft skin of her neck and collarbone in loving kisses, making her blush and softly moan, her body lightly trembling with arousal. His hands reached up to cup her breasts through her nightdress, and he couldn't help but groan a little with pleasure, noticing how perfectly they fit into his hands. Squeezing them gently, he kissed her lips once more, so aroused by her muffled moans.

Pulling away for a moment, Chris quickly pulled off his trousers, grateful to feel his hard cock spring free as it immediately poked out of his boxers. Hazel gazed at it with wide eyes, and he realised that she'd probably never seen one in real life before.

"Would you like to touch it, lovely?" he asked softly, smiling at her lovingly. Hazel nodded shyly, crawling over and very gently pulling his boxers down completely so that she could see his cock. Her eyes widened as his dick sprung up, his purple head already lightly dripping with precum. At six inches long, he'd never thought of it as anything special, but Hazel gazed at it in shock.

"It's so big," she squeaked shyly, her hand reaching out to gently squeeze it. Chris laughed softly, smiling at her dotingly.

"It's nothing special, sweetie."

"It's yours," she replied with a cute little smile. "So of course it is."

Hazel leaned in uncertainly and placed a soft kiss directly on his throbbing head, unsure of how he'd react. Chris couldn't hold back a groan of pleasure as her soft warm lips caressed the sensitive skin of his cock, and a little more precum leaked out. His hand reached down to gently stroke her hair, and, encouraged, she very gently kissed his head again, her tongue slipping between her lips to taste his sticky fluid.

"Oh Hazel, baby..." Chris moaned softly. Hazel blushed. He'd never called her that before.

Glancing up into his eyes for approval, Hazel leaned in closer and gently wrapped her soft pink lips around the tip of his cock, suckling on it like a baby with a bottle. The sight of his own daughter, her mouth stretched into a wide "O" and filled with his throbbing purple head, made him almost cum right there and then.

"You're a natural, Hazel," he sighed as her tongue very softly lapped at his dick. His cock grew even harder in her mouth, and her eyes widened in surprise, making him smile.

"Hazel, sweetie? Will you take off your nightdress for me?" Chris asked as she finally released his head from her sweet little mouth. Blushing, she nodded and obediently stood up, pulling her nightdress over her head as he watched hungrily.

Her body was stunning. Her cute little pink nipples were erect on each perky breast, and his eyes roamed down her tiny waist to her slightly wide hips. With shock, he realised that her pussy was clean shaven, her creamy folds just peeping between her thighs, glistening a little with moisture.

"I... it's easier for me to keep clean like that..." Hazel explained, cheeks pink.

Chris pulled her body towards his with uncontrollable lust, placing his hands on her soft butt cheeks and squeezing greedily as his mouth found its way to her nipple, licking and sucking hungrily.

"Dad!" Hazel squealed, feeling juices flood between her legs as her dad's warm mouth teased and suckled on her tender breast. Hazel started moaning loudly, unable to control herself, her soft, high-pitched sounds making Chris even more aroused. Moving to her other breast, he gently nibbled and licked her nipple, while his hand pinched and squeezed the other. He could smell the hint of his daughter's arousal in the air.

"Do you like this, sweetie?" he whispered, his hand slipping between her legs to stroke her slippery wet folds. Hazel moaned loudly in response, grinding herself against his hand lustfully. Chris's thumb found its way to his daughter's swollen clit and started to rub in slow teasing circles, causing her to gasp and squeal in pleasure.

"Do you want my cock inside you, baby?" Chris whispered, as Hazel softly gyrated against his tender hand.

"Yes," Hazel gasped, trembling with arousal.

"Yes...?"

"Yes, I want your cock inside me," she squealed. "I want... I want daddy's cock inside me!"

Chris froze in shock. She hadn't called him daddy for a long time. Not since she was an innocent little girl. Hazel bit her lip uncertainly, wondering if she'd gone too far.

"I-"

"Say that again."

Hazel blushed.

"I... want daddy's cock inside me," she stuttered.

Chris pushed her down onto the bed, spreading her legs open wide and thrusting his throbbing cock against her dripping wet entrance, rubbing his purple head against her folds.

"Say that again, Hazel."

"I want daddy's cock inside me!" she cried.

Chris couldn't hold back a moment longer. Groaning, he thrust his dick into her tight little pussy, feeling his daughter's juices coat his throbbing cock. Hazel let out a small squeal of surprise and a little pain, but Chris kept his hands firmly on her waist, pulling himself deeper into her body.

"You're so tight, baby..." he groaned, pulling back a little before thrusting into her again, feeling the warmth of her tight pussy squeeze every inch of his rock hard dick. Hazel whimpered, the initial pain starting to subside.

"Daddy..." she whispered softly. Chris felt his balls tighten just from hearing her say it. "I'm yours. I'm your little girl." Chris thrust again, his cock throbbing as his precum leaked into her pussy. "Make love to me, daddy. Cum deep inside my pussy, daddy!"

Hearing his beautiful daughter cry out those words, Chris started pounding her creamy body relentlessly, watching her perfect breasts bounce around on her chest as she squealed and cried out in pleasure. His balls slapped against her with every powerful thrust of his cock as he buried it deep inside her tight little pussy.

"Cum so hard for me, daddy!" Hazel squealed.

Chris reached down to finger her swollen pink clit as he pounded her pussy, making her cry out and tremble under his body. Her back arched, giving him the perfect view of her bouncing tits as she screamed out in climax, her body trembling violently as her tight young body squeezed and milked his throbbing cock. Leaning in to kiss her beautiful lips, Chris couldn't hold back a moment longer. His balls tightened as uncontrollable pleasure spread to the tip of his rock hard dick, exploding free in ropes of thick white cum that coated the insides of his daughter's fertile pussy.

For a long moment, father and daughter shared a deep kiss as his cock throbbed inside her, squirting seed into her spasming body.

When they finally pulled away, Chris stared deep into her bright blue eyes with the love and affection only a father could show.

"I love you, daddy," Hazel whispered with a smile, gasping for breath.

"I love you too, baby."