I feel so sorry for Daddy, sometimes. When our mom ran away with his best friend four years ago, Daddy was left behind after less than a year of marriage, forced to take care of three girls on his own. Us triplets, each a handful in different ways, didnʼt exactly make it easy on him either. I still donʼt know why our mom ran away, we havenʼt seen her since then, but she was crazy to blow off a good thing for a guy whoʼs nowhere near as successful or good-looking as Daddy. And oh how good-looking Daddy is: tall, dark-haired and blue-eyed, Daddy might be slightly over forty but heʼs sexier than any of the men that hang around Jenny or Jessaʼs dumb boyfriend.

Heʼs commanding and looks amazing in the tailored suits he wears to work as the CEO of his tech company, and heʼs a good man. He might not be related to us but he treats us and takes care of us like heʼs our Daddy, and we love him for it. If my sisters knew that I still had a crush on him theyʼd never let me hear the end of it, especially if they knew the kinds of things I think about me and Daddy doing alone together in his room, like Daddy sliding his hand into my panties to touch me, but I canʼt help it.

Itʼs hard not to admire a man like him. Smart and successful, heʼs what a real man should be. The only thing Daddy ever failed at in life--marriage doesnʼt count--was giving us ʻthe talk,ʼ but you try explaining sex to three teenage girls who all have crushes on you.

Between taking care of us three and his company, poor Daddy lives on caffeine and little sleep, and is so grateful that me and Jessa donʼt give him as much trouble as Jenny. Which is why I feel so guilty about sneaking in and out the past two nights to meet Tyler from down the street. Daddy doesnʼt like him, he thinks heʼs trouble, but I donʼt want to be the last of us girls to finally do it. Tylerʼs no substitute and his less than suave ways to try to get me in the mood have failed twice now, but tomorrow night Iʼm gonna let him go all the way and get it over with; Iʼm too frustrated by years of Daddyʼs hugs and kisses to wait any longer. I canʼt take anymore hot, sexy dreams about Daddyʼs head between my thighs as he licks my pussy open, dreams so filthy that I wake up crying out, pussy aching, slick and unfulfilled no matter what I do. Iʼm hoping--although Iʼm not betting on it--that Tyler will be able to finish me off, finally.

Getting back through my second story bedroom window is a lot tougher than getting out, but I manage to get through and get the window closed and the lamp turned on, only to have the scare of my life seeing Daddy sitting in the chair in the corner, absolutely livid.

He must have discovered me gone and been sitting here in the dark waiting for hours. His eyes are burning a hole in me and he looks ready to snarl. Itʼs intense and without even standing up Daddy looms over the whole room. For the first time all night I feel a thrill run through my body, something Tyler couldnʼt even create with his hands all over me.

I know Iʼm in so much trouble. “Hi, Daddy,” I greet him, timidly. “Donʼt ʻHi, Daddyʼ me, Josie,” he snaps back, looking worn out and on edge. “You didnʼt realize that the windows are wired to a silent alarm, did you?”

The thought had never occurred to me even though the house has a state of the art security system. All the doors are wired to sound an alarm if theyʼre opened after the system has been set. I knew the windows didnʼt make the sound, so I assumed no one would ever know I was sneaking out. I should have known better; Daddy installed the security system himself from his own company. All I can do is look at the carpet and shake my head at my own foolishness.

“Last night I was working in my office when I got an alert on my phone that your window was open, so I checked on you. Imagine my surprise when I found you gone. Do you know how hard it was to not call the police?” Daddy looks incredibly frustrated. “But youʼre eighteen now so I knew the police wouldnʼt do anything.”

All I can do is stare at my shoes and feel ashamed, tugging my short skirt and crop top down. Iʼm normally the good girl who never gives him any trouble. Iʼm not even dressed like myself and now, with his eyes raking over me, I feel naked and slutty. Deep down inside me that thrill grows, like a banked fire coming to life.

“When I saw you at breakfast this morning I thought, ʻRich, maybe she just needed some air and went for a walk around the lake next to the golf course.ʼ Youʼve been looking worried lately, Josie, so I thought Iʼd back off. But then Jenny mentioned youʼve been talking to that boy down the street a lot lately, and tonight I get another message on my phone about your window.” Suddenly Daddy stands up and walks over to put his hands on my sagging shoulders. His strong hands unconsciously massage me, thumbs rubbing against the dips in my collarbones. This close I can see the worry lines around his eyes and the stubble scattered over his handsome face. Thereʼs been a large merger at his company and he looks like he hasnʼt rested in days. Add in his worry about me and I feel terrible.

Daddy sighs and slides his hands down, rubbing circles against the sensitive skin of my inner arms, making me shiver in a wave from my head to my toes. “Josie, in case you didnʼt notice, Iʼm not dumb, although I guess Iʼm too damn trusting.” His eyes rove down my body as he shakes his head. “So here we are… you want to explain to me what youʼre doing sneaking out at night with that dumbass thug?”

I feel tears spring to my eyes, mortified. Iʼm just trying to shed the good girl image everyone has of me but all Iʼve done is create a mess and disappoint the one man Iʼve always wanted to please. Iʼm so humiliated that Iʼm angry at myself, and Iʼm even a little angry at him too. Living with him and watching him get ready for work every morning, one of the few times in the day when we have time to talk, watching him shave and get into his suit… all of that is the reason I picked Tyler to give my untouched body to. I can feel myself blush from head to toe as it all comes bubbling out of me in an uncharacteristically angry voice, “What do you think Iʼm trying to do, Daddy? Iʼm trying not to be the last virgin in this house!”

He looks stunned and grasps me at the elbow and pulls me close to him, eyes roving all over me. “Youʼve never…?”

I shake my head. “You always told me I was your good girl, so I waited.” I canʼt stop myself from pouting and clutching at his shirt, trying to get him to understand. “But Iʼm tired of waiting.”

Daddy looks wrecked. Maybe he thinks this was all his fault. It sort of is. His fingers are tight around my arms and his voice has dropped low enough to make my pussy clench. The tension in the air is almost thick enough to be seen. “Does he at least know what heʼs doing?”

“Not really, at least I donʼt think so. Heʼs not that charming. Not like you, Daddy.” Iʼve seen him at company parties, he knows how to charm women. “Why do you think so many women like to work here,” his secretary had told me one time, tipsy, “Heʼs charming, good-looking, and great with women… except for that wife of his.” Iʼd watched Daddy flirt his way across the room, eyes sincere and only for whoever he was talking to. Whatever reason our mom had for leaving him, I highly doubt it had anything to do with Daddyʼs abilities to please a woman.

Looking a little wild-eyed, Daddy realizes heʼs clutching me to his chest and shakes his head as he backs up slowly towards my bedroom door. “Weʼll talk more in the morning, Josie. If youʼre going to meet this...boy…then thereʼs some things we need to discuss further.”

Iʼm relieved that he hasnʼt forbidden me to do it but deep down inside Iʼm disappointed. Even if it was wrong I wanted him to say Tyler just isnʼt good enough, that no one is good enough except him. I want to please Daddy, in so many ways. All I can do is nod and wish him good night and try to ignore the unquenchable yearning inside me. I have the feeling that tonight is going to be a long sleepless night, for the both of us.

In the morning, I watch Jessa head off to meet her boyfriend and see Jenny outside smoking by the pool. With butterflies in my stomach I head into Daddyʼs room. Thereʼs been a few times that Iʼve caught him in a low slung towel, wet and fresh from a shower with his hair slicked back. His body is muscular and so much bigger and more powerful than I am. Honestly, so much bigger than Tyler too; thereʼs no comparison there, Daddy wins on all counts. He has hair lightly scattered over his chest and forearms, and Iʼve snuck glimpses at the trail of hair on his toned stomach. Iʼve had to catch myself, in case I start drooling and give myself away.

Unfortunately, today isnʼt one of those lucky days to catch him in only a towel. Daddyʼs dressed and putting in his cufflinks as he nods hello at me in the mirror. Thereʼs a medium-sized white box on the bed, too big to be a tie box, that I shift over as I sit down. He nods at the box. “Thatʼs yours.”

If Iʼm not mistaken he looks embarrassed. Wondering what it could be I remove the lid and part the tissue paper to reveal the most realistic sex toy Iʼve ever seen. I can feel myself turn immediately bright red, gone supernova in seconds. I can also feel a hot rush of heat shoot down between my legs, leaving me as aching as I feel when I wake from the dreams about him. I can hardly breathe and I donʼt know what to say.

Daddy has that look on his face that he gets when heʼs preparing to head off to war in the boardroom. “I think you need this before that boy has sex with you.”

I hold the box in my hands. I canʼt look into it or at Daddy, so I concentrate on his tie instead. “Daddy, I canʼt…”

Suddenly heʼs beside me sitting with me on the bed. One of his hands is on my back, trying to be soothing, but if he only knew how much the touch was ramping up the fire burning in my belly. “Yes, you can. I shouldʼve just given you the money and sent you to the boutique with your sisters to pick out what you wanted, but if youʼre going to see Tyler tonight…” He canʼt help but make a face at Tylerʼs name. “Look, if you donʼt know what you like then how will he make it good? And he better make it good or Iʼm gonna break his face.”

I panic, knowing he means it. “No, Daddy, I mean, I donʼt know what Iʼm doing. I canʼt...you know.” I squeeze my eyes shut in misery at the situation.

He blinks a few times before comprehending. “You canʼt cum?” His arm winds around my shoulders and I lean my fiery face against his shoulder, nodding silently. “Ever?” I nod harder. His chest is rising and falling rapidly and the sexy smell of his expensive cologne is rubbing off on me. “Then I think you should stay home today and...practice.”

I leave the box sitting in my lap and wind my arms around him. “But I canʼt.”

One of his hands is rubbing soothingly up and down my back while the other settles low on my hip, thumb rubbing against my thigh. Heʼs silent for so long that I start to pull back, knowing Iʼve been told what I should go and do. Against the top of my head he finally speaks, low and halting. “I could help you.”

I gasp so hard I think I scare him but I hold on tighter in reassurance. “Please, Daddy, help me. Teach me what to do.” When I finally look up at him his eyes are dilated and burning, intense. I want him to kiss me so badly but he pulls away and goes to lock the door. Thereʼs no other word for it, he stalks back to the bed.

“Take it out of the box, Josie.”

My heart is pounding and Iʼm incredibly nervous but I pull the vibrator out and hold it across my palms. Itʼs flesh colored and has a black knob on one end to turn it on or off and change the speed.

Thereʼs ridges and veins just like the real thing but it looks nothing like the smooth purple one that I once found in Jennyʼs room. To my innocent eyes it looks ridiculously long and thick. “Itʼs kind of big, isnʼt it?” I ask anxiously.

Daddy steps between my knees and runs his hand through my hair, sending shivers up my spine. When I tip my face up at him heʼs smirking slightly. “Itʼs the same size as I am.”

His words send a bolt of terrified want through me, hard enough to make my pussy clench and make me want to grind my suddenly throbbing wetness against his bed. A heady thought occurs to me about the vibrator. “Is that why you picked this one out?” At his nod I wrap my fingers around it to see if I can; his indrawn hiss makes me smile through my nervousness. “What should I do, Daddy?”

“Lay back.” He kneels at my feet and slowly pulls his tie off before unbuttoning a few buttons at his throat. I catch a glimpse of chest hair between his open collar and Iʼm reminded of the stubble he shaves off every morning; Iʼve thought about what it would feel like to have it rasping against my throat, or lower, countless times. “Daddy, donʼt shave tomorrow, okay?”

He grins ferally and slides his hands up my leggings-clad thighs until he can tug the waistband down my hips, bunching my panties up along the way. Itʼs strange and exhilarating to be revealed to him for the first time, pussy on display. Once my leggings are completely off he grabs me behind the knees and pulls me forward until Iʼm nearly off the bed. He parts my thighs and settles them over his shoulders as I cover my face with my hands, giggling in embarrassment. I can only imagine the view he must have.

“Josie, I want you to touch yourself for me.”

I slowly obey, fingers tentative as they slide over the downy hair of my pussy and part my folds. I think about all of the times Iʼve done this while imagining Daddy there with me and I arch into my hand at the reality. Feeling exposed under his gaze is making my pussy thrum. The wetness grows under my fingertips and I spread it over my clit, gasping at the easy slide. I have no problem enjoying the feel of my fingers sliding over my swollen nub, itʼs just that Iʼve never been able to get over the edge I can bring myself to. I take my free hand off my eyes and look down the length of my body at him.

Eyes fastened on my wet slit, Daddy looks like a starving man presented with a buffet. He adjusts my thighs higher over his shoulders and asks lowly, “What do you think about when you do this?”

I play with my clit, rubbing in little circles that bring my hips arching up off the bed. “You, Daddy,” I moan, truthful.