You're curled up on the couch in the living room as you deal with the heartache that your ex-boyfriend's dishonesty left in you. Gazing at the wall, your mind drifts off to sexual fantasies about your dad, hoping that he'll come home from work early and be with you.
The ringing of the doorbell interferes with your thoughts, and you quickly head to the door, disappointed by the interruption. Opening the front door, you find your dad, Grant, behind it.
"Ah, ${Y/N}, sorry for ringing the doorbell. I found out I left the keys back here," he says, scratching his head at his own mistake.
"It's fine," you say flatly, looking down with sadness.
Noticing that you're still heartbroken, your dad rests his palm on your head and gently pats it.
"Dear, you should be over it by now," he says in a caring yet firm manner.
"I know, but..." You trail off. "It's just really hard, okay, daddy!" You huff, your voice quivering.
"I see, I guess you want daddy to comfort you again, right?" He continues with his soothing headpats.
"Y-yes, daddy, I do," you reply with a small smile.
Feeling your dad's hand pat your head as he gives you those words of endearment is sending a pulsating warmth throughout your body. The need to be filled with him fills you and you feel the wetness that you've worked so hard to contain run down your legs. He enters the house, closing the door behind him, and takes your hand as the two of you walk on over to the living room. Once there, you and he take a seat on the soft couch, sitting closely together. He wraps his arm around you as you nestle into him, feeling his firm chest against your shoulder with a thudding heartbeat. This is the closest he has ever been to you throughout the entire time he was comforting you, and it makes you feel so loved, yet so dirty. Your rational thoughts crash down bit by a bit as you continue to immerse yourself in the dirty, incestuous thoughts of being daddy's little girl.
You want him now.