All Chapters of “Daddy, Will You Ever Love Me?”: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Opening my mouth, I blurted out, "Why the fuck do you hate me so much?" I was breathing heavily.My dad shook his head at me, still frowning. Then he looked away and closed his eyes. I glared at him defiantly. But I refused to relent. Staring daggers at him, I waited for him to answer instead of trying to clarify my question.At last, he spoke softly, "Gracie, I don't hate you. What are you even talking about?"I opened my mouth to say something but then closed it and frowned instead. It didn't make sense. Of course he hated me. Rolling my eyes, I asked, "Why do you treat me like you don't want to be around me?"My father sighed and when I looked at him, he had his eyes closed again. Then he said softly, "Look, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but it's not that I don't want you around.""You sure have a funny way of showing that," I said, my voice sounding irritated. When he didn't answer, my frustration rose. "It doesn't take a god damn rocket scientist to figure it out.""W

After dinner, I told the girls I would tuck them in for bed when they were ready. They each took a bath while I changed into my pajamas and then, a little after ten, I went up to their room to send them off to sleep. My dad was still sitting in the living room when they told him goodnight and the three of us headed down the hall toward their rooms. Monica's room was first but she kept walking with us all the way to Ally's room and the three of us went in.Ally hopped into bed and I walked over and sat down on the edge. Monica sat on the foot of it watching. My attention was drawn to a picture of mom sitting on Ally's nightstand. I picked it up and ran my thumb down the front. She was so pretty. I missed her horribly, even though it had been a long time since she passed."I like your hair like that," Ally said suddenly and I glanced over at her. She was looking back and forth between me and the picture of our mom. Turning my head toward the mirror on my little sister's closet door, I n

"Jesus," my dad responded.There was a long pause. Neither of us spoke. It was like the confessions we had both voiced were becoming the air itself, choking us both into silence. My heart was pounding hard, but slowly. It felt almost painful in my chest. It was hard to breathe. My clitoris was tingling like crazy, trying to get my attention. It took every ounce of will I had to ignore it. Still, I squirmed uncomfortably. My dad was just a few feet away from me and we had both just admitted being attracted to each other.Finally, I couldn't take the silence anymore. I opened my mouth and spilled the words as they came to me. It started as a stammer at first, "Bu-bu-but I... I-I shoved it down." Pausing to inhale deeply, I continued, "I put my emotions in a box in the back of my mind. I tried not to think about it. About you. I... I always thought you hated me, daddy."A minute passed and he still hadn't responded to me. Forcing my eyes open, I looked at him and almost gasped.My father

My struggle to breathe took on new meaning suddenly. It was no longer from arousal. It was from a warring mix of embarrassment and dejection. I had to get out of there. I didn't know if I could face my father again after this incident.Feeling panicked, I pushed myself away from him and practically fell out of his bed, stumbling into a half-walk, half-sprint toward the door. When I turned the knob and pulled it open, the door swung wildly into the room and banged hard against the wall. I felt like I was hyperventilating. Without looking back, I fled down the hall and didn't stop until I was in my own bed with the covers pulled over my face.Lost in thought, I barely slept at all that night. Had I seriously just touched my dad's penis? I had never been so forward in my life! As I lay there in the quiet of my own room, I made a strong resolution in my head. Never would I try something like that again. Ever.[Reciprocation.]The next few days, I avoided my dad as much as possible. Neithe

I gasped when my dad slid his hand over the top of my hip and onto my pelvis, then slowly dipped it under the bottom of my shirt, his fingers suddenly making contact with the skin of my stomach. He stiffened when he heard me gasp, and his caressing stopped. But he held his hand where it was. I could feel each fingertip pressing against my skin, creating tiny ripples of electricity that seemed to swirl into the middle of my belly. I was breathing erratically, but I tried to be quiet about it. My heart hammered relentlessly but I didn't think he could hear it.Silence filled the room. My body threatened to start shaking again so I deliberately tensed every muscle I could, trying to hold still. It was oddly sensual to me. We must have laid like that without moving for ten minutes. My heartbeat was still pounding in my chest, though. I couldn't calm down. Thoughts churned in my brain. This experience felt more amazing than anything I could remember from my entire life. And yet, I still di