His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 30

*Today is June 30th, 2019. Set sometime in the evening.

These past few days since then have been peaceful. Dad and I returned to old habits or I guess we've been doing "normal" stuff. I mean, I'm not complaining. I'd rather have this than nothing at all. Which is exactly how I felt before the whole Hollow thing. I yearned for his affection so badly. Is it insensitive to say I like how things are now than they ever were before? I know mom and uncle are dead, but I can't help it. One thing I don't get though....dad is still hesitant to be intimate with me. We know what we want. We moved past that already. Why does he keep going backwards every time we try to go forward? Hope sighed, in deep thought.

"Hope, I'm beginning to believe you've made up imaginary friends, either that, or you've developed Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder." Niklaus chuckled a bit, sipping a coke bottle.

"Oh, so I can't be deep in thought anymore? I didn't that was disorder." Hope rolled her eyes.

"When you haven't touched your food or a drink, it is." Niklaus countered.

"Ew stop dad. You sound like a therapist." Hope expressed.

"Considering I was intimate with Camille, it makes a bit sense." Niklaus stated.

"Yeah, that I didn't need to know." Hope rolled her eyes. Bet you were more intimate with her than me. She scoffed.

"Do I sense a hint of jealousy?" Niklaus teasingly probed. He knew it wouldn't end well to tease her, but he couldn't help it.

"No, because that would mean I actually have something. The right word, dad, is envious." Hope remarked.

And there it is. Right on time. As usual. I did tease her, so I admit my part in this. Niklaus grunted. "What are you on about?"

"I'm sure if Cami wore something sexy, you'd compliment her. I'm sure if Cami gave you a kiss, you'd return it without a doubt. And I'm sure if she was still alive and wanted to have sex with you, you'd happily indulge. Am I wrong? Did I miss something?" Hope sarcastically questioned.

"Hope, you have to give me some time to process this. It isn't easy." Niklaus professed.

"Dad, I understand, but when you keep flipping on me, that's the problem. One day, you're intimate with me. The next, you avoid my advances, pretend they never happened, or make up some stupid excuse." Hope voiced. "You know dad, if you keep this up, one day when you wake up, I'm going to be right there taking advantage of you." She remarked, a hint of blush appearing on her face.

"I told you, Hope. I'm still processing all this." Niklaus grunted. " And by all means, go ahead. But you don't have it in you, love." He shrugged.

"Oh, really, dad? Let's be honest...I'm the one who mainly got us this far, so I definitely have it in me." Hope exclaimed.

"I cannot deny that, but every one has limit. I know yours, love." Niklaus stated in a matter of a fact way.

"You are so full of yourself!" Hope stood up from her stool and in a swift gesture, unzipped her father's jeans and pulled his already throbbing cock out. Talk about hyperactive. She gulped. Hope started to stroke her father's huge length with one hand agonizingly slow while massaging his testicles with another. "Oh, look, dad! You really are full of yourself. I'll help you empty it out, daddy." She grinned, as she watched her father's face twisted in pleasure and disbelief.

"That's enough, Hope. You want it? Alright. Then you'll get it." Niklaus grunted, picking Hope up and vamping into his bedroom. He threw Hope onto the mattress and hovered above her, discarding Hope's clothes and his. He stroke his shaft, which was already covered in precum, thanks to hyperspermia, and teased her overstimulated and wet folds, lubricating her labia for entry. She's more than ready. Niklaus noted, licking his lips and preparing to enter.