Daddy’s Girl is a forbidden first-time, age-gap romance.
“Tell me what you want. If I wasn’t your dad, if you weren’t my daughter.
Tell me what you’d want to do.”
Samantha
I always knew my stepdad was a good-looking guy, but I’d never thought of him as hot before. After all, since I never knew my dad, and my mom died two years ago, Glen is the only parent I
have - my father in every way. But lately things have really changed between us. Our daddy/daughter relationship isn’t what it used to be.
It took one awkward tickle fight for me to realize that Glen sees me more as a woman than a little girl. And with the burgeoning of my own sexuality, I realize that I see Glen more as a man than a father… a man whose attention I’ll do anything to keep...
Glen
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I always thought of myself as one of the good guys, but suddenly I feel like the world’s biggest creep. Now that Samantha’s 18, I can’t help but notice how grown up she’s become. In fact, I can’t get her out of my mind, and it seems like the more I try to deny my feelings, the more trouble we both start getting into...
“Why don’t you give your uncle Adam a kiss, sweetheart?” My stepfather said quietly - intently.
“What a nice daddy,” said Adam, pumping one of his strong knees to bounce me up and down, and making me laugh. I used to beg him to do that.
“Careful,” said Glen with a grin. “She bounces differently now.”
Adam tilted his head to look at me. “Yeah, I noticed,” he said. “It’s hard not to.”
Glen spoke again in the same low voice. “Give him a real kiss, Sammy. I think he would like that.”
I’d forgotten that kids these days were practically weaned on porn. But they also had phones - it was practically a human right as far as teenagers were concerned.
“Why don’t you have a phone?” I asked. On the TV screen, the woman had straddled the man in the driver’s seat. Emma was mesmerized.
“I don’t want one,” she said. “I don’t want to be one of those zombies.” Ironically, she was staring at the TV screen like she was completely hypnotized.
“Sweetheart,” I tried to sound reasonable. “I can understand why you’d want to watch this, I mean, trust me - I get it. But I can’t let you watch it here. I mean, your mom and dad would kill me.”
“C’mon,” she looked up at me with a calm confidence, no trace of the shy little girl on her face anymore. “They don’t have to know.”