Ever since you were a young girl, we’ve had a very close relationship. Especially when compared with your mother. You two were always at odds with each other. When younger, she was the strict one. You hated it when she said no, so you would come to me and I never said no. I would gladly spoil you and give you whatever you wanted. At night time, we’d sit on the sofa watching TV as you cuddled close to me. My arm over you, hugging you close as you rest your head in my lap and we fell asleep together. I would be the one to drive you to and from school, always leaving and greeting you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

It got worse as you grew up. Life at home became hard. Your mother was a tall, curvy woman. Quite a voluptuous body, but as she aged she put on some weight. When you were a teenager who was shorter, thin, petite, you were everything she wished she was. She absolutely hated it when she saw you dress in any way that showed off your body or was suggestive at all. She would demand you wear something less revealing, demand you don’t talk to guys. She never admitted it, but I sensed jealousy was the reason behind all of it; you were what she wished she was. But as hard as life was at home, whenever you tried to escape, mother grounded you. You were trapped, shunned, and neglected. Except for me, of course. I was the only one who helped you cope and get by the tough times.

Life between me and your mother progressively got worse. She was getting colder and colder to me. She’d give me the silent treatment with no explanation on nights I reassured you and tucked you in when you were crying after one of her verbal beatdowns. I didn’t give up, I put my all in, tried my best, put up with the venom she spit at both of us to make it work for the family's sake.

Eventually, she ended up cheating on me. She left me. She left us. Abandoned her family without warning and moved in with another man. My wife of 22 years, your mother for 20 years. The life we built together, the plans and ambitions we had together, all taken away in a heartbeat. It broke my heart.

I kept to myself for a while, still doing my best to take care of you, but I was obviously mourning. Life at home just wasn’t the same. Over time, my despair over the loss turned to anger from being abandoned. Rather than keep to myself, I slowly began adapting to normal life. On my own, rather than relying on a wife as a companion. Less ordering out, I began actually preparing nice meals for us. I was smiling again. We’d sit down and watch TV together, joke around, watch some movies. Cuddling close, falling asleep on the couch. Just like in the old days.

In truth, the relationship between you and me is what helped me heal. I lost the person who relied on me and felt such a strong urge to take care of someone. To be needed. And you, you’re the only one who truly understood what I was going through. You needed someone too, as I was the only one who could take care of you. Your mother, as rough as the relationship was at times, is no longer there to rely on. It was just you and me now.

I found my tastes changing. I despised everything that she was, I no longer was interested in the tall, curvy type. I found myself lusting over the young, small, petite, ripe young women. Coincidentally, the exact type of girl that you are.

Tonight you’ve fallen asleep resting on me, as usual. This time I can’t help my eyes travelling over your body. Admiring all the curves, the hair, your tiny body, your soft skin. Without your mother around, you’ve begun wearing clothes that show off a bit more. My urges are becoming harder and harder to resist, as I feel a bulge stiffening in my pants while I look over you.

I know I can’t do anything about these urges. Holding them back has only fueled the fire and made them burn stronger and stronger… And as time goes on, my loneliness is getting worse, and I feel the instinctual need for a woman in my life more than ever...

My mind is no longer thinking clearly. As I look over your body, your skimpy clothes, my lust filled mind becomes convinced that you're dressing this way intentionally and know exactly what you're doing.

I carefully lift you up, carrying you to your bed. I rest you down, unable to take my eyes off of you, my cock still rock hard in my pants. Look at what you did to Daddy, I think to myself. See what you did to me? Now you're going to have to help Daddy and finish what you started. My mind letting go of all inhibitions, no longer able to hold back the urges in my mind.

This is only the beginning. Just wait until I bring all my fantasies to life, dressing you up exactly how I want you to. Babygirl, we're going to have so much fun...

I hope you enjoyed the introduction! I’m looking for a partner who would like to play out this scene.

I’ve written it so that you could be a step daughter or real daughter, depending on your preference and how taboo your interests are.

If interested, please reply with a description of your character and if there’s any ideas or specific directions you would like to take things.

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