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Jonathan sat on the bed next to her. “I’m sorry Bella. I know I hurt you and your mother asking for a divorce.” He placed a large warm hand on her shoulder. His thumb and forefinger gently stoking the bare skin of her neck.

Feeling herself crumble again, she climbed into his lap like she had always done as a child. “Oh Daddy.” She whimpered as she smashed her face against his chest. She tossed the diary and her glasses on the bed and wrapped her arms around her father’s strong figure. “I don’t know why I’m taking it so hard. I’m not a kid anymore.” She said, muffled by his chest. He felt warm and safe, the way he gently rocked her and petted her. “I’m normally not so bratty.”

Jonathan ran his hand up and down his daughter’s spine, petting her ever so gently. He felt bad for what he had done, but it was necessary for his own happiness, and he knew his baby girl would understand. He was going to tell her about the divorce soon enough, just not on her birthday. She looked so sweet in her bright blue t-shirt and blue jeans. Her long hair was free from its normal braid or ponytail. She looked so grown-up, so beautiful. He was proud of what his daughter had grown to become. Now her special day was ruined. He would make it up to her, somehow.

But right now his mind had drifted to something else, something shocking. It had been a few years from the last time his daughter had crawled into his lap. When had her tits become so big? They were pressed deliciously against his chest and rubbed him every time he rocked her slowly. Sure they weren’t handfuls like her mother’s, but just enough to cup with his hand if he wanted to, which suited her small frame just fine. And why did the idea of cupping his baby girl’s tits not disturb him like it should have? But the sob that came from her tore his mind from the lustful taboo thought. “Oh Bella, baby girl, I’m sorry. Please stop crying.”

Immediately she grew silent and he felt her body tremble as she took a deep breath. His hand never stop petting her back, up and down, up and down, up and he let his hand trail down far enough to reach the curving crest of her ass then back up again. There it was again. He felt a little jolt zip straight to his cock at the thought that he just sneaked by and copped a feel of his own baby’s ass. Worse yet, he wanted to do it again, he wanted his hand to linger on the smooth mounds. He mentally shook himself; his daughter just had a shock for God’s sake.

Isabella swallowed hard and looked up at her father with her red eyes and laughed weakly. “Sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to break down like that again.”

“It’s okay Bella. I know it’s hard for you. You’re an adult now whose parents are separating. Change is a difficult and scary thing. I know it’s hard, but I still love you.”

She laughed softly and hugged him. “I know daddy. And I know things will be better this way. I just caught me by surprise is all,” she said against his neck. She liked the feeling of her lips moving against the skin of his neck. She like the feel of his five o’clock shadow on her skin, the roughness of it. Her father was so kind and loving. How could her mother let him slip away like this? “I still think it’s crazy.” She muttered.

Jonathan sighed. “I know. But it’s been going on for a long time now.” He kept his arms around his baby girl, enjoying the softness of her curves and the gangly look of her limbs draped over his legs. She was all grown up now, but still needed to grow out of the childish stage. The feel of her bottom and thighs pressing down on his groin was enough to make his cock jump and that familiar jolt ran through it, waking it up. It had been over four months from the last time his wife had let him touch her. The day he told her he wanted a divorce. His sex life had been cut off cold turkey. He blamed this strange lusting on the months of celibacy.

“I know.” Isabella nodded. Her father shifted and got comfortable. For a second she thought she was getting too heavy for her to sit on her father’s lap anymore, but an instant later she felt something jab against the cheek of her ass. She knew just was it was. But pretended she didn’t notice the poke below her. Was her father getting a hard on? Was it because she was sitting in his lap? She knew men’s cocks sometimes had a mind of their own and any little thing would set it off. She didn’t feel bad or guilty. Okay maybe a little guilty, she was too big to be climbing in her father’s lap anyway. But she didn’t want to move, not just yet. Isabella strangely liked the feel of her father’s cock poking at her. She shifted, acting as if to get comfortable as well and moved just enough that the large lump that was her daddy’s cock was now poking against her pussy slit. Not that she could really feel much with her jeans and her father’s pants in the way, but it was the thought that only a few layers of cloth separated his cock from her pussy.

Wow, such dirty thoughts about her own father! Where had they come from? Not that she didn’t notice her father before. From her first years of budding puberty and discovery incest porn online, she had looked at her father with a different light. Even fantasizing a few time having such a relationship with him. But she outgrew that…didn’t she? Every girl idol-worshiped their fathers. He never stopped the comforting petting; the weight of his hand on her back lulled her and calmed her sudden frayed nerves. “I love you Daddy.” She blurted out suddenly. Her arms tightened around him.

“And I love you Bella Baby.” He hugged her back.

A thought suddenly shot to the front of her mind. “Will you be moving away?” she sat back and looked at her father.

“You’re mother is moving back to Maine to be with more of her family. I’m thinking of heading to Seattle . That’s where most my business trips are anyway, may as well save and live there instead of having to catch a plane all the time. Besides it’s nice in Washington .”

She nodded. “Well, I asked because I guess I’ll have to go with you or with mom.” The idea of uprooting herself from her childhood town started to upset her all over again, but this time she was able to tamp it down.

“Well it’s still a ways away. So you don’t have to worry about it right now.” He gave his daughter a kiss on the forehead and scooted her off his lap and back on the bed. “Talk to you more tomorrow Bella, I got to get an early start at work tomorrow.”

“Night dad.” She watched as her father left, the door hardly clicked shut when it was opened again, this time her mother stepped in.

“I’m sorry about telling you this on your birthday, dear. Your dad is right; I should have waited for a different day.” Her mother sat on the bed beside her and picked at the invisible lint on her grey sweater.

Isabella felt sudden sadness for her mother. She didn’t want this divorce, she would have rather hung on to a mediocre marriage than seem like a failure in her own eyes. She reached out and hugged her mother, breathing in the heavy floral scent of her perfume. It was nothing like the musky, woodsy smell of her father, and yet still comforting. “It’s okay mom. I’m not upset anymore.”