David Hawthorne

My Daughter, My Desire, Part One

Chapter One

My wife left me because I didn't devote every second of my life to her. She accused me of being a selfish man. Our daughter, Megan, decided to stay with me until she finished high school. Needless to say, my ex-wife was jealous of the father/daughter relationship and the hurtful fact that Meagan had chosen me; all her friends were here and she was in the cheerleading squad, after all, so how could she take off to some new city and home with a mother who never appreciated what she had?

We lived in a nice house in a pretty good neighborhood with a big backyard. The swing set in the backyard was getting old and squeaky. I had spent all weekend lubing it up and putting braces here and there to hold it in place, and painting it in case anyone were to start swinging, which didn't seem likely. One could say I was bored.

Megan walked out of our sliding glass door and smiled to me, letting me know she was home from school and cheer practice and that she was going to change out of her cheerleader uniform, although I must say, that cheerleader uniform did not look uncomfortable in the least.

She came out wearing a new shirt: pink extra small sized half-shirt that showed off her toned abdomen and perky little boobs. No bra, I could see her pert nipples starting to get erect. She wore a white skirt she used to wear a few years ago. This skirt was very much shorter than her cheerleader skirt. I had bought this skirt for her about three birthdays ago, when she was twelve; now it was extremely short since she had grown quite a few inches since then. It wasn't a tight skirt, mind you; it was very loose and had been washed so many times that the fabric was thin, nearly see-through. A slight breeze would have fanned it up exposing what she was wearing underneath.

Why must she torment me with these slinky outfits? I thought to myself. It seemed that she enjoyed showing off her sexy little body to her Daddy, always wearing the skimpiest articles of clothing available.

Oh, don't get me wrong-I enjoyed the flirting and the way she paraded around the house wearing next to nothing.