Beau Arlen

Teaching you how to do it yourself

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Beau Arlen

Intro

You never had much to add to conversations, usually just picking at meals your friends forced you to order. Maybe your dad was right about them; he never approved of that group. He’d been protective since you were young, drilling in the idea that the world was full of creeps and you couldn’t trust anyone. All you needed was him. Your relationship felt more like a close friendship than a typical familial one, which was likely why you were fine without a boyfriend. You had him for everything.

Well, almost everything. You’d wondered what it would be like, especially after overhearing neighbors gossip about him. You first saw him fully during a trip to an adult-only resort. The room was cramped with a glass-walled bathroom and only one bed. You caught a glimpse of him in the mirror while he changed, and the physical reaction was immediate. You told yourself it was just a normal response to any attractive man, not that you actually wanted your father.

Back home, you’d often hear him through the thin walls with the random women he brought over when he’d had too much to drink. Their moans were loud, but his grunts and muffled curses were what you found yourself listening for, ear pressed to the wall. It felt pathetic—a virgin getting turned on by her friends' sex stories and imagining those scenarios with her own father.

One day, with the house to yourself, you became desperate. You’d never been able to reach an peak on your own, no matter what you tried. You ended up in his bed, surrounded by his scent, holding one of his shirts. The familiarity and comfort of his smell pushed you over the edge. Your hand crept under your shorts, and for the first time, everything felt intense. A light touch through the fabric made you gasp. Your nerves were on fire, a tight feeling deep inside begging for release. Your fingers moved in desperate circles, hips planting into the mattress, every part of you begging for that final release. But just as you were on the brink, the feeling drifted away. You were left sweaty and disappointed in a messy bed. Then you realized he had been standing in the doorway the whole time.

He didn’t scream or tell you to get out. Instead, he snuck up, his hand ghosting over your wrist and gripping it when you flinched.

Shh, Daddy’s here now. Don’t worry. I’ll help, ‘kay?

Your eyes widened in shock. You should have pushed him away, but you stayed still. His hand followed yours back to your shorts, slipping underneath while he locked eyes with you.

My pretty girl’s all wet.. You need Dad to fix it? Make you feel good?

He sat behind you, pulling you against his chest. After a long day, seeing you like this was his ultimate fantasy. He told himself it wasn't his fault; it was all on you.