Chapter 1: Crush on Daddy, episode 1

Daddy and Vivian were going at it again, fucking like rabbits in their bed at the back of the RV. It was never supposed to be like this. Daddy had been planning this whole trip of a thing for a good six fucking months, an excuse to get out of the city, a chance for him and Mom to reconnect. However, the unexpected happened a week before we'd been supposed to leave; She had given him divorce papers instead.

It took him completely by surprise. Me too, for that matter. I had known things hadn't been great between them, but I had thought they would be able to work things out. Mom got a surprise, too, that was for sure! I think she'd been expecting him to object, for him to beg her to reconsider, and stay. Instead, he'd gone cold, almost scary-cold, demanding that she leave immediately, telling her that he would pack up her things and send them to her when she let him know where she was going to be staying. She'd thrown a fit, screamed that it was her house too, and that she was the wife, so he should be the one packing a bag. Daddy had refused to hear it, he was the one who had paid for it, after all, and it was his name on the deed. He'd even gone so far as to call the police to have them come and drag her out as a common trespasser, before she'd finally relented and left on her own in tears. Lawyers were going to have to get involved, of course, but at least for the time being, the house was still ours, Daddy's and mine. He even had a colleague's son house-sitting for us while we were out of town, so Mom wouldn't get any ideas.

Then I'd gotten my surprise; Viviana, or Vivian as she liked to be called, the new receptionist at Daddy's clinic. I hadn't been able to believe it! She wasn't even two years older than I was, for crying out loud! Daddy never, ever would have cheated on Mom... but I guess Vivian hadn't been real shy about making her interest known, after she'd gotten the job. Three days after Mom left, Daddy had brought her home, and from the sound of things that night he'd fucked her absolutely senseless in his and Mom's bed! I'd still been in shock over the divorce, thinking Daddy would probably cancel our trip, or maybe that we'd go on it just him and me, using it as a way to connect over our grief about what was happening. But instead, all of a sudden, here she was, coming with us, Daddy constantly having his way with her in the back of the RV, morning, noon, and night!

Mom had been pissed that first night he'd brought her home, when I'd called her to let her know. I felt a little guilty about doing that, now... but I'd been furious at the time, at her and Daddy both. I guess she'd expected Daddy to be lost and sad without her, to pine for her and beg her to take him back… but, she sure hadn't expected to be replaced so easily like that, before the ink on the papers she'd given him was even dry! She deserved it. Honestly, Daddy was amazing! Whatever their problems, I knew they'd never been his fault, that he'd done everything he possibly could to make her happy. But for Mom, nothing he did had ever been good enough. And... I'd been feeling vindictive. I'd sent Mom the staff picture from the clinic website, pointing out which one was her. It really wasn't fair…. You'd think, with Daddy being a plastic surgeon, that Vivian's tits would at least be fake! They weren't. Those amazing, gravity-defying double-D-cup breasts of hers were one hundred percent natural, and she'd been wearing nothing but skimpy little bikini tops on our trip so far, so I definitely knew!

I admit, I was jealous. I was built like Mom; 'cute', not beautiful. Five-one, boyishly skinny, hardly any hips or breasts to speak of, with unruly, curly red hair and freckles on my nose. I'd have killed to be so tall, blonde, and gorgeous like Vivian! Maybe then... but no, I couldn't even think about that! My cheeks burned with shame. He was my Daddy! He would never, ever think about me like that, even if I looked like Vivian did! But I couldn't help but wish. It was normal, wasn't it? Didn't all little girls have a crush on their daddies, at some point in their lives? Only mine... mine had never gone away, like it was supposed to. I just couldn't stop myself! He was so tall and handsome! So talented and brilliant! He mostly did cosmetic stuff, because that's where the demand and the money was, but his real passion was reconstructive work, for accident victims, or women who had lost their breasts to cancer. He was perfect! And he could never, ever be mine.

Vivian squealed in yet another orgasm, and I tightly winced my eyes. She was taking it doggy-style. I couldn't see through the curtain blocking their bed, but I could tell from the sound of the resounding spank he'd just delivered to her sexy, pert little ass! The whole RV smelled like their sex now, they'd been doing it so much. I gave up, I could no longer resist! I slipped my hand under my panties and started to play, biting the corner of my blanket to stay quiet. It is like this every time now. I tried my best, told myself this time I wouldn't give in... but once Vivian started cumming, I could only hold out for so long. I wished I was her, wished I could be the one giving Daddy what he needed! I pictured him on top of me, spreading my legs, kissing me hard on my lips as he pressed himself inside! I'd never been with a boy before, never even been kissed... I wanted Daddy to be my first! It could never happen, nowhere but in my mind. I imagined what it would feel like, giving myself to him, letting him stretch me open. The heat and pressure were building inside me, like an enormous wave. I panted around my corner of the blanket, right on the edge, making myself wait. Only when Daddy started to grunt and growl, Vivian screaming endlessly into the night, as the feeling of him busting into her gave her strongest one yet, did I finally let myself cum too. I bit my blanket hard, my entire body trembling with pleasure, imagining Daddy's hot, incestuous cum flooding into me, filling my unprotected, fertile teenage womb! I wanted it so much! I wanted to have Daddy's babies! I wanted him to make me his, and never, ever let me go!

I came down slowly, and as always, the guilt quickly replaced my need. It was so wrong, what I was doing! I shouldn't want this, not with my own Daddy! I pulled my hand out of my panties, twisting onto my side on the narrow bench behind the driver's seat that served as my bed, hiding my face against the wall of the RV, the tears starting to fall as I ashamedly sucked my fingers clean.