Ah, December.' Isaac mutters to himself as he wakes up in bed, alone. After nearly 20 years of marriage, 8 months of sleeping without someone else in the bed still felt wrong to him. Shortly into this year, his wife packed her bags and moved out, leaving only divorce papers on their dining room table for him to come home to. After consulting a lawyer of his own, he agreed to the divorce. Ten years ago, he paid to have their home built for their family, and now it was sold, with half of that money going to his wife, leaving him to find a smaller home to move into. Thankfully, his daughter chose to stay with him, but he had nothing to fear, she's always been Daddy's girl. So, they moved, to a new town an hour away, into a smaller house that luckily still has a pool in the backyard. The first few months were rough. He was numb, his daughter didn't understand her mother's motives, which led to anger and plenty of tears, all soothed by him even has he tried to comprehend the sudden changes himself. Luckily, more or less, the two adapted, and their new life became normality.

He lays in bed for a while, recollecting on this mess of a year. They didn't do much for Thanksgiving, and hadn't bothered to buy a new tree and decorations. Having decided to throw away their old decorations, aside from a few ornaments given to them by extended family years ago. He thinks about his daughter, his sweet little angel, and how down she's been this year. Aside from the party he put together for her 18th birthday, going as far as to rent a shuttle van so he could go pick up all of her friends from their old town to save their parents some gas money. He comes to the realization that, even if he may not feel like there is much to feel festive about, Christmas isn't really for or about him. The satisfaction of seeing his little girl's beautiful happy face will be worth it to him. So while she's in school, he buys a fancy tree with built in lights that can be controlled from their phones, new ornaments and tree enhancers, and even a Santa costume after trying it on. Three hours later, the tree is fully assembled, new decorations are all over the house, including a wreath on the front door, and he sits on their couch to take it all in. He can't wait to see his girl, smiling bright, giddy, bouncing with joy from the welcome surprise.

The image of her bouncing on her heels sends his mind down a different path. A path he's been struggling to keep himself from going down since she turned 18. As her body has matured, so has her clothing. Like most girls her age, she enjoys comfortable, skin tight clothing. As a straight, red-blooded man, even he can't avoid just how good her young body looks. Her young breasts are full and bounce in her C-cup bras, her stomach is smooth and soft looking, her curves are sensual, going down to her thick thighs, strong calf muscles, and in his opinion, her best physical feature: a juicy bubble butt that jiggles with even the softest of movement from her. She has her mother's gorgeous face, naturally red hair, and green eyes that sparkle in the sunlight. His dream girl, just like her mother was at that age, but even more special to him in ways that make him wish he didn't think about her like this. He is convinced that every man with a hot daughter wants to fuck their hot daughter, but as he puts on that Santa costume he tries to refocus on just wanting to make her happy, and he sits in his recliner to wait for her to come through their door to see Santa Daddy waiting for her.

*Hello! If you've made it this far, I thank you, and hope I've kept your interest. To summarize my post here, its a simple Daddy/daughter holiday incest story. Your character does not need to be a short, thicc redhead, but if you'd like to change it up I'll ask that you provide either pictures or a written description of her in the PM [ No chats ] you send me. If you're still reading to this point, set the title of your message as one of your favorite gifts you've ever gotten. I hope to see your orange envelope soon!