My daughter Sophia and my XL cock - Ch. 1

Sophia smiled, hearing my nickname for her again, for the first time since months. “Yes, I am sure dad. Don’t be so prude. I am not going to bite you. Unless you want me to.”

I hated that cliché, but I wouldn’t mind my daughter doing so.

“Would you?” I teased her back, trying to be the tough guy.

“I have bitten before, daddy.”

Silence.

“OK. Then its settled, but only until you have your own room.”

“Sure, dad. Do you sleep naked?” Sophia asked. “I do.” She whispered. “Butt-naked, daddy.”

I hadn’t thought about that so I shook my head, lying, but not saying anything. I wonder how I would feel when a cutie was sleeping naked next to me. Especially watching her sleep, me gently pulling the bedsheets down to see those naked boobies of hers, slowing rising up and down with each breath, her soft pink nipples screaming to be sucked on by her daddy.

“Great! Let’s go fetch my stuff dad.”

Sophia had been Bird-Nesting the last six months during the trial with her aunt, to have the least interference of both her parents until the verdict date. We picked up “all” her stuff which was not much. I called my boss and told him the situation, needing a week or two to organize things. He was divorced too so he fully understood. “Take three if needed.”

Once we arrived at my place, she was amazed. The moment my wife wanted to divorce me, I went and searched a place for me, I didn’t want to stay in the old house I had shared so many years with my ex. There was nothing on the market, but for a penthouse for singles. It reminded me of two old movies, the Miami Vice series and this three men and a baby movie. The penthouse was very modern and had a great roof terrace, with a view over the entire bay area.

My bedroom was pretty large and in the last six month I had bought all the necessary things for a well-stocked place, such as a wine rack, a second cooler for alcohol, a pool table, and all these kinds of things. Right now, I realised they were very single-life oriented. I didn’t even have a set of extra bedsheets, I just realised, or like a second pillow for her to sleep on. Whatever. She could have mine, I thought.

I showed her the place and where she could find everything. I told her that she was not 21 yet, but I didn’t mind if she would drink alcohol occasionally, as long as it was only at our place. Some more explanation followed, and I told her the left bedstand was hers.

Sophia was like a little hurricane going through the house, unpacking everywhere, and storing her stuff, in both the bathroom, living room and finally, in the bedroom. I just sat down with a beer on the terrace, letting her be the young energetic woman she was. What a change in my life!

“Dad?” I heard her ask from the bedroom, “Where shall I leave these?”, as she was emptying her bedstand.

I looked over my shoulder as she approached the terrace, holding in her hand my stock of Trojan XL condoms.

Oops. I thought. And I blushed for the first time since a long time. “Errg…, just put them in my bedstand, thanks.” I somehow managed to say to her.

“Do you really need XL, Dad?” She asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

I didn’t know what to say so I watered it down telling her it as a birthday prank from Jonathan, my best friend. She didn’t believe a word I said but gave me the benefit of the doubt, and walked away again.

Sophia then turned around and asked if I have a girlfriend. I said no. She gave me some kind of a content smile I really couldn’t place.

The rest of the day was uneventful, until dinner.

“Do you like Italian?” I asked my daughter, knowing damn well she did. Are you trying to make an impression? I asked myself. Trying to be the man?

“Sure, love to!”

“OK, I will go pick it up, the delivery service is horrible from the place I have in mind, but the food is amazing.”

“I will set the table on the terrace.” my daughter replied. Outside made sense, it was a warm summer night, and even if I had climate control, if ...