Foster Dad

No, it was an admiration that grew into love. How could I help it? She was the most accommodating respectful teen of my acquaintance, and so appreciative of everything we did for her.

There was never a cross word, never any flare ups between my girls. Though I’d worried sometimes that my wife might be feeling slighted by all the care and affection I showed for Dakota.

No matter the circumstances, she was still after all a very beautiful young girl with a body most men would kill to possess.

It helped that she wasn’t aware of this and that she went out of her way to hide her attributes. I hated when Natalia would take her shopping and buy her all these teenage clothing that I found unsuitable, but my little girl preferred her dad’s old tees and baggy sweats.

Thus my life was complete and I didn’t have to worry about horny teenage boys sniffing around her until maybe college.

I wasn’t holding out much hope for after that because with her beauty came a natural sensuality that exuded from her like the air she breathed.

I’d never allowed myself to think of her in any way other than a daughter though, I was too in love with my wife for anything like that.

And then Natalia was taken from us and we were both left twisting in the wind. Once I came to my senses and realized that she was hurting as much as I was I quite feeling sorry for myself.

And just because Natalia was gone that didn’t mean that could neglect the little girl she’d held such hopes for.

Then my head cleared and I started thinking about how she must feel and the last of my grief was stored away while I tended to her.

I’d started to feel worse for her because I knew what she’d come from, and to have her world turned upside down like that again must’ve been terrifying. So I buried my pain and sorrow and concentrated all my efforts on her.

Because I knew she needed me, that I was all she had in the world, I pulled myself together for her sake and got us both through the hardest part. But somewhere along the way she changed, it was around her eighteenth birthday.

It was as if knowing that she was now of age had released something inside me that I hadn’t even suspected was there.

I started seeing her in a new light. I found myself looking forward to coming home to her each night.

Longing for the look of her face and staring at the picture on my desk of her and Natalia that had been taken on our trip to Greece months before the accident.

Suddenly the more time we spent alone together the more my thoughts toward her changed.

I was in turns ashamed of myself for looking at her with anything other than fatherly love. And wanting to take her to my bed.

Many a night I laid in bed awake thinking about her down the hall in her bed. But it was when I caught myself stroking my cock to thoughts of her that I panicked.

Ashley wasn’t anything serious, she was just a distraction I needed to keep me from doing something stupid, something that could blow up in my face and destroy Dakota as well.

So I started staying out late and avoiding her as much as I could to escape temptation. But it wasn’t working.

I’d fuck Ashley with thoughts of her in my head. So now I was betraying two women instead of one.

But I had to at least try. There’s no way I could change our relationship now. She’d probably think I’m an ogre or something if I made a move on her.

So I stayed away more and more because the feelings weren’t lessening, in fact the more I stayed away the stronger they became.

And something else was happening right before my eyes. Almost overnight she’d gone from my sweet little girl to a cantankerous disobedient child who argued with me at every turn.

On top of that Ashley seemed to have a hard time understanding our relationship and I more often than not felt like I was caught between the two of them.

I felt guilty because some of what she felt was true, I did have feelings for Dakota, very strong feelings, but I was sure they didn’t show. I was very careful to keep them hidden. Especially from the object of my desire.

6

Evan

Ashley was keen to meet Dakota until that first night they met and then she seemed to find fault with my girl about everything.

No matter what though, I had no intentions on getting rid of Dakota, she was in my life to stay. It’s what Natalia would’ve wanted, what I wanted.

So no matter how many hints were dropped I let it be known that my little girl wasn’t going anywhere.