Thanks, Dad! (Part eight) [Father] [Adoptive Daughter] [Comfort] [Date] [Fingering]

I went in to Ella’s room once everyone was gone. She was sitting up on her bed, way back in the corner with her knees pulled up to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks, “Sophie broke up with me,” she said softly.

I climbed up into her bed with her and held her as she cried. I managed to break the hearts of both of my youngest daughters by coming between them. I felt awful, but I said nothing as I stroked Ella’s hair. Her sobs became sniffles after a little while. I watched over her until she cried herself to sleep on my shoulder. I wanted to go back and undo everything. Never opening that bathroom door, never looking at her too small cunt, definitely never touching her bare pussy. All of it, just a quick undo of everything involved in fucking El.

I pulled myself out of her grip and started rummaging in her trash, checking her drawers as gently and quietly as I could, just trying to find anything I could to tell me that what Sophie said was the truth. She woke up as I was rummaging through her nightstand, an assortment of tampons, pads, notes, and miscellaneous stationary scattered in the messy drawer.

“Dad?” She said with the slight hiccup of waking up from a crying induced nap.

“Yeah, baby?” I asked.

“What are you looking for?”

I hesitated to answer, but I’d never been anything short of honest with her before, “I was trying to see if you’ve hidden any pregnancy tests,” I said.

She shook her head, “I’m not late? I’m due for my period next week, it’d be to early to test right now,” she said.

I furrowed my brow, “You’re not pregnant and hiding it then?”

Ella’s gaze was right on mine, “Why would I hide it? It’s what we’ve been trying for, right?” she asked softly.

I nodded, “I just…I wasn’t sure if you might be afraid to tell me, thinking I’d end things between us once you were pregnant?”

I sat next to her and she pulled away a little bit, “Was that what you were planning on doing?” she asked, a slight hitch in her voice.

“No, no not at all, it’s just…Sophie said she found a positive pregnancy test in the trash and we were trying…” I started.

Fucking hell, Rachel. I looked at Ella, “It wasn’t yours then?” I asked.

She shook her head, “And you’re positive Sophie hasn’t been sleeping with any guys?” I asked.

Ella nodded.

I ran to my room and grabbed my phone, calling Rachel. She didn’t pick up at first so I tried again. When she picked up I lost it, “You’re fucking pregnant?!” I shouted.

I heard tires squeal and a few screams then nothing. It occurred to me that they were likely still driving, “Rachel? Rachel are you okay? What happened? Is everyone okay?” I kept shouting.

Just silence.

I hung up the phone and called Tristan’s number, no answer. No answer on Sophie’s phone, either.

Panic was starting to set in and I ran into Ella’s room, “Get dressed, we have to go, now,” I yelled at her as I quickly ran back to my own bedroom. We were halfway out the door when Sophie called me back.

She was crying and I heard Rachel and Tristan yelling in the background, “Dad? Can you come pick me up?”

“What’s wrong baby? What happened? Did you guys crash? Is everyone okay?” I asked as I finished putting my coat on.

I heard Tristan, “Is that dad? Give me the fucking phone, Sophie.”

“It’s okay,” I said, “give him the phone.”

Tristan’s voice dripped with disgust, “Ella, Dad? You’re fucking Ella? You don’t want me and Rachel, who’ve been a couple for years, having kids yet because we’re not done with school, and you’re intentionally trying to get Ella pregnant? Nineteen-year-old Ella?”

“Trist…I…,” I had no fucking defense for it and I knew it, “Yeah, I’m a big hypocrite, now tell me if everyone’s okay? Do you need me to come get you?”

“Our dad is fucking our youngest sister, so no, we’re not okay, Dad,” he shot back.

I sighed, “You know what I mean, Tristan. Did you crash? Is anyone hurt physically?” I asked sharply.

“No. I almost did, but I was able pull onto the shoulder of the road. Rachel had her phone hooked up to the sound system, so it was a little jarring to hear that without warning,” he said, slightly calmer.

“Why is Sophie crying?” I asked.

“Because she told us what’s been going on. That she saw the test and thought it was Ella’s and told you about it, Rachel and I blew up at her,” he said.

“It’s not her fault, Tristan, will you please calm her down and let me talk to Rachel for a minute?” I asked.

He hesitated but eventually sighed and said, “Yeah, here,” as he handed the phone to Rachel.

She was still sobbing, “Thanks, Dad!” she said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry, Rachel. Knee-jerk reaction to realizing you already knew and didn’t tell me while you were home,” I said softly.

“I didn’t know if I wanted anyone to know?” she said as her voice rose at the end, “I don’t know if I want anyone to know I’m contemplating an abortion? I wasn’t going to tell you or Tristan until I made a decision one way or the other because I didn’t want to be influenced on it.”

“You tell me what you want to do and we will figure it out from there as a family. I won’t give you any input unless you ask me,” I said.

“Dad?” she said.

“Yeah, Rach.”

“We told you how me and Tristan got together, will you tell me how things happened with you and Ella? I don’t want to judge you for it…but I want to know how long it’s been going on and if…if it’s something we should be concerned about.”

“This summer,” I said, “It started this summer and it started out of my own sheer stupidity and loneliness.”

“Is that why El didn’t go back to school in the fall?” She asked.

“No, they weren’t related, at least I don’t think they were, but Ella not going back to school in the fall was a catalyst to it becoming more than an infatuation. I didn’t plan this or groom her or…abuse her…I didn’t even look at her like that until this summer that just passed. Do you really want to know what started it?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said softly.

“She didn’t lock the bathroom door while she was in the bathroom, examining her privates, I opened the door and saw her, she didn’t know I saw her. I locked the door and left before she saw me. Then I couldn’t get the image of her out of my head after that,” I said honestly.

“Is it just sex?” She asked.

I heard Tristan groan and yell, “We don’t need to know this shit, he’s fucking a girl he took in because her parents sucked. He’s got power over her and he’s abusing that power to fuck a teenager.”

Rachel shushed him, “We do need to know. It’s dad, I don’t believe he took Ella in to groom her so he could fuck her. And, El’s nineteen, she’s old enough to make her own decisions,” she yelled back at him.

Tristan shot back, “He’s literally holding a roof and food over her head as a bargaining chip to bang her…”

I finally responded, “I’d never do that. If she told me she was done, it would be done and she would not ever have to worry about losing any of her needs being met from the point of view of me being her father,” I snapped.

Rachel sighed, “I know, Dad, we’re just trying to understand. Is it just sex?”

I hesitated to answer, but I did, “No, not for me at least.”

“And Soph?” she asked.

My heart caught in my throat, “What about Soph??” I asked, a bit more insistently than I should have.

“Did you think about how you being with Ella would affect her? She loves Ella, has for a long time, Dad. Are you breaking them up?” Rachel asked.

“No,” I said bluntly, “If Ella wants to be with Sophie, I’ll walk away and be happy for them and love them both just the same.”

“And what if it’s Sophie that wants to be with Ella?” She asked.

“I spoke to Sophie about this already. She knows about me and Ella, she knows I will walk away for her if she wants me to,” I said softly.

Tristan took the phone back from Rachel, “This is fucked up, Dad, you know that right? Mom would be disgusted with you,” he spat at me.

“Tristan, I’m disgusted with myself over it. I didn’t mean to, but I absolutely fell in love with Ella and I hate myself for that. But it’s also the first time I’ve felt anything towards a woman since Mom died. Do I really not get to feel that with anyone ever again because it makes you uncomfortable?” I asked.

“Just not with her, Dad. She’s practically our sister,” he said.

“But she’s not. She joined our family when she was fourteen and I promised her then I’d look out for her and she’d be safe in our home and I still intend to keep that promise to her. I will never use my position as a father figure to her to make her do anything she doesn’t want to do. I’m a disgusting pervert, but I’m not a fucking monster, Tristan. Can you walk away from the girls for a minute? I want to tell you something that I don’t want them to hear,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said. I heard him tell Sophie and Rachel he’d be right back and started walking away, “What is it?”

“Don’t tell Rachel what to do about the baby, but I want to know what you would like for her to do,” I said.

He hesitated, “I want her to have it. I already said as much to her,” he said sadly.

“Are you going to be able to be there for her if that’s not what she chooses?” I asked.

“I…I think so?”

“You have to know so. She didn’t get pregnant on her own, you were a part of that and you are a part of why this decision is on her shoulders. You can’t help her make it because it’s her body that’s at risk, not yours. You can be sad, you can hate it if she makes that decision, but you have to be mature about it and accept it and help her through it because even if it’s the right decision for her to make, it’s going to tear her up,” I said.

“How do you know so much about it?” he asked.

“Mom had an abortion before she had Sophie. I wanted her to have the baby, she couldn’t handle going through a pregnancy yet and I wasn’t fully helping with Rachel at the time. I hated it and she was torn up over it, but she never regretted it. We were all able to get to a better place as a family because of the decision she made. I still think about that potential kid I never got to know, but that’s all it ever was, a potential kid. Mom was here and alive and her life mattered, her happiness mattered, her sanity mattered. A potential kid wasn’t more important than her, so weigh that out for yourself. Is a potential kid more valuable to you than Rachel’s health? Physical or Mental?” I asked.

He thought about it for a few minutes, “No, no, I love her,” he said.

“Then you bite your tongue and help her through whatever choice she comes to. If it’s having the baby, you both have my full support, if it’s abortion or adoption, you both have my full support. I’m not happy about you and her being in this situation, but it’s my job as your dad to make sure you’re both safe and healthy. I don’t have to be happy about your choices, just happy that you’re my family,” I said.

“You broke Sophie’s heart, dad,” he said softly.

“I know and I have to live with that. Sophie made the choice to break things off with Ella, I didn’t force her into that and if she changes her mind, I won’t stand in the way, their happiness will always come above my own, Trist, that’s part of being a father. I’m sorry this is how you guys found out,” I said.

He sighed, “I don’t think it’ll ever not be weird to me,” he said.

“Yeah, well, it’s not any weirder to me than finding out my son and daughter have been fucking around for years,” I shot back.

“Fair, but I’m also not twice Rachel’s age,” he said.

“Are we good?” I asked quietly.

“Yeah, dad. I’m not happy about it, but I guess, taking a page of wisdom out of your book, I don’t have to be happy about your choices, just happy that you’re my family,” he said.

I chuckled, “Get yourself and the girls back to college, tell Rachel and Sophie I’m sorry. And please ask Rachel to call me when she makes a decision. I’d really like to know how to prepare for the next time you guys come home and how to best support you both.”

“Yeah, Dad, I will. I’ll call you after I drop Sophie back off at her dorm and then again when Rachel and I are back to our school.”

We both hung up and I turned to Ella, “Well, that could have been worse.”

“What happens if they find out you fucked Sophie?” she asked as she looked at me.

“Oh, I’ll kill myself if they find out I fucked Sophie,” I said with a chuckle.

She looked hurt and scowled and I hugged her, “I’m kidding, El. I’m sorry, that’s not a very good joke, huh?” I said.

Ella shook her head, “No, dad, it’s really not. You and Rose are the only ones that ever treated me like I was worth something. Let them hate you for it, but don’t…Don’t leave us behind out of embarrassment?”

I took in what she said and looked down at her, “You’re not with me because I treated you well right? I mean…you’re not doing it to repay me for being nice to you or anything like that?” I asked.

She shook her head, “No,” was all she offered.

Ella looked up at me and tugged on my jacket, “You fell in love with me?” she asked.

I stopped as I shut the front door again, thinking about it with a bright blush on my cheeks. Crap, I forgot she was right there while I talked to Tristan. I nodded, “Yeah, El. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I’m not asking…”

She lifted up on her tiptoes and pulled me down so she could kiss me. When she pulled her lips back she was smiling, “I’m in love with you, too, Dad,” she said softly.

I pulled my jacket off and picked her up, kissing her deeply, “Can I take you out on a proper date tonight, baby?” I asked, realizing we didn’t have to hide it anymore.

She nodded, “I’d like that.”

We spent the afternoon talking about our plans for dinner and I took her out to the store and bought her a new outfit for the restaurant I was taking her to. It was a gorgeous black dress that clung tightly her every curve. Crisscross cut outs on her stomach and sides drew a fair bit of attention but we got her a wine colored moto-jacket in a super soft, buttery suede, matching high heels and underwear and I bought her some jewelry to go along with it, but I honestly don’t remember what they looked like, dainty dangly things that got in my way when I wanted to kiss her in various areas, my attention was constantly on how her body moved in those heels and that dress. She wasn’t the kind of girl that dressed up a ton, but tonight she went all out. I just wore a simple black suit with a shirt that matched her jacket. I was going to shave before our date, but she scratched at my stubble and smiled, “Leave it, it’s handsome,” she said.

So I did.

Before we left she took a picture of us together. We were standing by the front door and she pulled me down by my tie and kissed my cheek. I was blushing furiously and smiling really big. She posted it on her social media and I almost objected, worrying about what the kids would think, but I didn’t stop her. She labeled it ‘Date night with Daddy’ and did a heart and a kissy face emoji after it.

I took her to a play, then to dinner after. We got looks, mostly older women giving me the stink-eye. I felt judged, but Ella looked happy so I didn’t fucking care. She pulled out her phone at dinner and showed it to me, tons of her friends apparently thought I was attractive and approved of her going on a date with me. Even Sophie and Rachel responded approvingly with “Wow, Daddy cleans up nice!” and “I didn’t even know Dad owned a suit…” respectively.

Sophie had to clarify that umm, I was her actual biological father and please don’t be gross with her use of the word ‘Daddy.’

But it just put our night together back in my head where she was very much moaning ‘Daddy’ in a lewd and sexual way. I was blushing as Ella looked at me, “Can we go right home after?” she asked softly before she bit her lip.

I nodded and reached across the table to stroke her cheek, “Is my baby all tuckered out?” I teased.

She squirmed in her seat, “I wish they had put us in one of those corner booths,” she whispered.

I arched my eyebrow and smiled, “Something tells me they were not going to put the old man and teenager in the privacy of a booth like that without carefully observing where my hands were the entire time.”

“Good, then they wouldn’t have noticed where mine were,” she said with a smirk.

I caught the waitresses attention and asked for the check. On the ride home Ella grabbed my hand from the steering wheel and pulled it over between her legs, “Baby, I’m trying to drive…” I said softly.

I kept my eyes on the road but felt the warmth wetness of her pussy surrounding my finger as she simply used my hand to get herself off in the passenger seat. All I could do was listen to her needy moans and cries of “Daddy…pull over and fuck me, Daddy,” and whimpery moans as she clenched on my finger. By the time we were halfway home she was clinging to my wrist and I was fingering her hard without looking. I’d already cum in my fucking pants from the sounds she made as I felt her get off the first time.

We couldn’t get home fast enough, to be honest. I needed her and I think she needed me too.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hy4eva/thanks_dad_part_eight_father_adoptive_daughter