Kaci’s pov

With a sigh, I shove my textbooks away and drop my forehead on the table in front of me. A groan of exasperation leaving me. This homework is killing me.

I like to think I’m pretty smart, as I have one of the highest grade- point averages in my high school, but this time I’m wondering what failing this advanced anatomy class will do to my standing. It’s so hard and confusing and the terminology is sometimes so unpronounceable that I can’t comprehend the material.

My mom is no help at all either. All she does is shop and have fancy cocktails and meals with her socialite friends. She just doesn’t care about what’s going on with me anymore.

When I was young, it was just the two of us. She worked two jobs, and I tried to always be on my best behavior when the neighbor had to watch me. But then she met my dad, or rather my stepdad, Richard.

Richard was tall, handsome, and rich, after they started to date, he took Mom out to fancy dinners, parties and elaborate vacations, also paying for a nanny for me because Mom said he didn’t want a kid around. But I realized after I grew up that it wasn’t Rich that didn’t want me on those fancy trips, it was my mom.

Once Mom and I moved into the house, Richard and I became close, and he became my Daddy. He helped me with homework and was kind to me. He had a full-time chef and housekeeper who noticed my interest in the kitchen, and she started teaching me to cook and bake. It’s something I love doing to relax.

And my mom? It seems that the minute there was someone else to take over raising and caring for me, she washed her hands of me. We see each other in passing at the house, but we don’t speak much unless it’s her making a snide remark about my body or clothes or something.She and Richard don’t even share a room anymore. I think they’re just married for the sake of being married these days.

I don’t mind though; it gives Daddy and me time to bond and we’re closer than ever now. He’s my rock and never lets me put myself down and always scolds my mom if he hears anything negative from her. I love when he hugs me and presses a kiss on my forehead. It makes me feel so cherished and loved.

I’m so small compared to Daddy, just five feet two inches to his six feet five inches. When he wraps his thick arms around me, I know I’m safe and protected. My hair is a rich red and hangs long down my back past my waist and my eyes are the bluest blue. With a light smattering of freckles across my nose and cheeks, Daddy says I’m the epitome of the girl next door. I know I’m pretty but I love it when Daddy showers me with compliments and affection. I sometimes find myself playing up the little girl card to get more cuddles from him.

Hearing the garage door open, I roll my neck so I’m looking at the door with my head on the table. The jingle of keys hits the catch-all dish in the mudroom, indicating Daddy is home. I see his strong, muscular arms coming through the doorway and sigh at how handsome and sexy he is.

His broad shoulders, strong chin, dark tousled hair, and whiskey-colored eyes make me feel warm and gooey inside. My body sings when I’m in his presence. I never know what to do with myself when that happens, but I know I like being near Daddy.

“Hey, Pumpkin,” he says with a grin, tilting his head in question. “What’s wrong?”

“This class is so hard,” I groan with a pout. “I hate it.”

Daddy chuckles as he walks to me to drop a kiss on my temple and looks down at my work. “Anatomy, huh? That can be fun,” he smirks as he says it and runs his fingers through my hair.

“It’s not fun, Daddy. It’s awful!” I exclaim, his fingers tangling in my hair from my sudden movement.

He untangles his fingers and pinches my chin to tilt my face up to see his. “I know we can make it fun, baby.”

“You think?”

“I know,” he says with a grin and leans down to kiss my lips quickly, drawing a sweet sigh from me. I love it when he’s affectionate with me. “Where’s your mother?” He asks after he pulls away.

My eyes roll as I respond. “She left about an hour ago with a suitcase and said she was having a girl’s weekend in Sedona.”

“Perfect. She'd just distract us anyway,” he tells me. “I’m going to go take a shower and then we’ll hunker down and get all the content drilled into you.” He winks as he says it and turns to head into his wing of the house.

“Thank you, Daddy! You’re the best!”

“Anything for my sweet girl.”

Knowing Daddy is going to help me study and understand this stuff makes me relax. I’m certain he’ll be able to make me understand how it all works.

Richard’s pov

I can’t wipe the grin off my face as I make my way into my suite. Kaci turned eighteen six weeks ago and since that moment I haven’t been able to stop watching her tiny little body. She’s so petite that one of my hands can span the width of her smooth back. My sweet girl is kind and generous, nothing like her mother who had me fooled from day one.

When I met Barbara ten years ago, I was instantly taken with her. She had a shy demeanor and a killer body; you’d have never guessed she had a child. Our first meeting at the grocery store lasted an hour while we stood there flirting and talking. Her big, innocent eyes and flowing hair drew me in. I asked her to dinner, which led to another and another.

Soon we were going on trips together and I was providing money for a dog sitter so we could go whenever we wanted. I was shocked to find out that the dog sitter's money was actually for a nanny for her child.

When I asked her to move in with me, she came clean about Kaci because obviously, she would have to live with me, too. I was upset, but not because she had a child. No, I was pissed that she lied about it and left her girl at home while we gallivanted around the world. She’d appeased me with the explanation that she couldn’t bear to have another man break her little girl’s heart.

I completely understood that. My mother was a single mother, too, and watching men come and go always sat wrong with me. It’s one of the reasons my mother and I don’t have a relationship now.

When Barbara moved in with me, she continued to be everything I fell for in the beginning, and Kaci became my daughter. Things changed almost immediately after Barb and I got married. Her selfish nature became the forefront of her personality. Gone was the sweet woman I thought I loved. I’d have left her long ago had it not been for Kaci.

My girl is the sweetest and truly is the light of my life. If I’d divorced Barb when I wanted to, Kaci would have been lost to me. Lucky for me, Barbara and I rarely see each other and only speak when she buys something outrageous, which is more often as of late.

I’m getting fed up with her in general and after a chat with Kaci, I’m hoping she’ll be okay with her mom and me divorcing. She just needs to know she always has a place with me. And now that she needs help with her anatomy homework, I’m thinking about all the ways I can teach her everything she needs to know.

I turn on the water in the shower before stripping out of my button-down shirt and slacks. My thick cock is at half-mast from just thinking about the anatomy lesson Kaci and I will have shortly.

As I slip under the hot water, I close my eyes and conjure up an image of my sweet baby lounging by the pool. Her tiny string bikini barely covering all of her, showcasing her pert tits and tight ass. As I grip my hand around my dick and start to stroke, I imagine my hands roaming her body. Smoothing over her flat, toned stomach to her perfect breasts, her nipples standing at attention for me.

“Fuuuucccckkkkkkk,” I moan as my release approaches quickly from just the thought of touching my baby girl. Before I know it, thick ropes of cum burst from my tip and coat the shower wall. I continue to stroke my cock slowly while squeezing my sensitive head, being sure to get all the cum out.

Damn, that felt good. It’s been too long since I’ve fucked anyone, and my cock has been feeling neglected. This anatomy lesson is coming at just the right time.

And it seems we have an entire long weekend home alone to make sure my girl understands everything for her class.

Kaci

I am checking the refrigerator when Dad comes back into the breakfast room after his shower. I hear his footsteps and stand up.

“You hungry, Kaci?” He asks as he enters the kitchen. He was wearing those loose beach shorts and a tight-fitting T-shirt that hugged his chest and shoulders. He looks so fresh and strikingly handsome, my heart skips a beat.

“Not yet,” I answer, still holding the fridge door. “Just looking to see what we have for dinner later.”

“What do you say we order pizza and veg out on the couch tonight after we study?”

“Really?” I spin around with a big smile and do a happy dance.

He chuckles and reaches out to tickle my stomach. “Really, baby. I’m craving pizza and I don’t want us to have to cook tonight.”

“Daddy!” I squirm under his fingers.

He bops my nose and winks at me. “Let’s have a look at that anatomy book and see if we can help you remember everything.”

“Ugh,” I groan, letting my head fall back on my shoulders. “There’s just so much information, and the words are so hard to recall.”

“I know, baby. But I think if we study the practice of anatomy, it’ll help you remember. I know for me, it’s always easier to remember when I’ve put actions to terminology.”

“Okay, if you say so…” I grumble, but still follow him.

He smiles. “I do. Let’s get comfortable in the living room. This could take a while.”

We gather my things and make our way to the deep oversized sectional in the living room.

I curl up in the corner with my back against the armrest and stretch my legs out toward him.

“Okay, let’s see that book. Tell me what’s got you banging your head on the table.”

I hand him the textbook, already open to the chapter on reproductive organs.

“Hmm, reproduction… This kind of anatomy.” he says gently.

“What’s matter?” I asked confusedly.

“Nothing, I mean that’s a tricky one,” he coughs a little.

“I know, Daddy. It’s a lot, and the teacher isn’t very good. He talks and talks without saying anything, and everyone just giggles. It’s so distracting. I think the teacher is even embarrassed to have to teach us this stuff.”

His expression turned serious, he reaches over and places his warm hand on my knee. “I’m sorry to hear that, baby girl. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about when teaching or learning about the human body. You want to be sure you understand all the pieces and parts so you can keep your body as healthy as possible.”

“I know. You’ve always told me that, so I guess I’m just annoyed that the rest of class doesn’t feel the same.”

“I get it.” He pats me gently. “Let’s start with the female anatomy, since you’re already familiar with it.”

“Okay.”

“Name as many parts of the female reproductive system as you can.”

“Breasts,” I starts, counting on my fingers. “Nipples. Vagina. Ovaries…” I trailed off, thinking hard, my brows furrowed.

“That’s a good start, baby. Now, can you tell me what the labia is?”

I chew on my bottom lip, trying to recall. After a few seconds of silence, dad asks softly, “How about the clitoris?”

I shake my head, start to feel disappointed in myself.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it all,” he reassures me, he points out in the book this part or that, helping to show me where each organ is.

“The clitoris is probably the part you know most about,” he chuckles and winks at me.

I blink at him innocently. I genuinely have no idea why he says that.

He closes the book, sets it on the coffee table, and turns to face me fully. “Baby, do you know what the clitoris does?”

I shake my head again.

He smiles. “It’s not important for reproduction, but it’s a major factor in a woman’s pleasure. Have you ever touched yourself before?”

“No,” I admit. “Some girls talk about how amazing it feels when guys finger them, but I doubt they actually know what they’re doing. I mean, they laugh at the word breasts, for crying out loud!”

We both laugh.

“Hmm, well…” He pauses and looks away for a moment.

“What?”

“Well, in my opinion, the best way to learn something is by touching it or doing it. Would you be comfortable with that?”

My eyes widen and I sit up straighter, leaning closer to him. “Y-you want me to touch myself? Right now?”

He gives me that gentle, reassuring smile. “It’s just a suggestion. Hands-on learning works best for me. And I’m here to help you, baby. You know I only want you to excel.” He reaches out, tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “You’ve grown up so fast, baby girl. You’re gorgeous.”

I feel my face burn. I look down at my lap and realize my shorts have ridden up, the outline of my pussy faintly visible through the thin fabric. “Thank you, Daddy… And yes, I want to learn.”

His smile grows deeper, darker somehow. “Perfect, sweet pea.”

He shifts on the couch so he faces me directly. “Let’s take your shirt off and get you comfortable.”

I raise my arms as he pulls my shirt over my head. Then he suggests taking off my bra too. The moment I unhook it, my breasts spill free. He sucks in a sharp breath.