Craving His Attention

by Forrest Young

  Craving His Attention

  The Angel Falls Library Files

  Book One

  by

  Forrest Young

  (Previously published as “Watch Me, Daddy”)

  Copyright 2013 Forrest Young

  ~~ All characters in this book are 18 or older. ~~

  Introduction

  It seems she could always tell somehow. Ever since she was a teenager, it was like she had a sixth sense about it. Just by looking at a person, she could tell that they were engaged in an incestuous relationship. Or at least wanted to be.

  Sometimes she had an immediate awareness of it... Other times it took a little longer to discern, almost like it needed to filter in to her consciousness over time. But it seems she was never wrong. With guys it was sometimes hit-or-miss. She didn't get as clear of a sense with them. But with the girls – she nailed it every time. And usually right away.

  She really couldn't pinpoint how or why she knew. Perhaps she was just slightly psychic about that sort of thing. Or perhaps it was due to the intimate relationship she had with her own father, and she just sensed a 'look' in someone's eyes, or a demeanor, or body language that she recognized and identified with. She never could explain it to anyone, not even herself. All she knew was that she could sense it. And she usually sensed it in her most private of areas.

  Many times she would be talking to someone for just a few seconds, it didn't matter the subject, and she would feel a wetness start to form in her pussy. It hardly ever had anything to do with the attractiveness or sexuality of the person, regardless of how sexy they happened to be. It was a feeling, the way they would look at her or carry themselves, or even how they were interacting with other people.

  Paige Turner is the Assistant Librarian at the Angel Falls Library. Angel Falls, a medium-sized mid-western town, is home to Winston University. The Angel Falls Library is located in the center of the university. Along with the University, the library also served the local high school, so teens and young adults alike were frequent patrons.

  It was an inside joke among most of the frequent patrons as well as faculty and staff that she had the perfect name for her chosen profession, although it was not the name she had when she chose her profession. Her maiden name was Lancaster, but she happened to fall in love with a marry a man who happened to have the last name Turner. The irony made her somewhat of a local oddity, but she never seemed to mind. In fact, she appreciated the wit in it as much as anyone.

  It wasn't really her intention to stay in Angel Falls once she graduated from Winston. She pictured herself eventually working in some large library on the west coast, but staying on at the university did afford her the opportunity to stay close to her parents, especially her father, who she wanted to maintain her relationship with.

  For some reason, Angel Falls had no shortage of those involved in some way in taboo relationships. In time, Paige developed a hobby to study those relationships. She kept secret records and stories of those who were willing to discuss their relationships and situations with her, which most people she talked with did, due to Paige's friendliness and trustworthiness. They also appreciated the fact that they were not alone, that there were others like them who were in similar situations.

  Paige was aware that there were numerous people out there who were involved in forced or unwanted incestuous situations. But those she couldn't sense. Only the ones that were consensual and mutually beneficial, the ones where both -or sometimes even all- of the participants found enjoyable. Those are the ones she keeps records of. Safely locked away in her office at the library, over time she had collected dozens of stories.

  Including her own, which is the very first entry:

  Chapter One

  Paige was always a precocious child. She always had a friendliness and playfulness about her which seemed to naturally draw people to her. Most kids seemed to outgrow it at some point in their development, or at least have it toned down, but it seemed that it never occurred to Paige to do anything except enjoy life.

  Paige's father, Adam, always seemed to delight in his daughter's ability to find joy in almost everything. Even on the extremely rare occasions when Paige did get angry about something, she never stayed angry for long, and more often than not seemed able to somehow turn an unfavorable situation into her advantage. Adam very much saw his daughter as a 'free spirit' which he was loathe to attempt to squash in any way, at least not if he could possibly help it.

  Paige's mother, on the other hand, tried to bring more structure into her daughter's life, to see and do things in a more practical way, but most times with little success. Adam and his wife Brenda were both fairly practical and reasonable people, but Adam was much more hesitant in implanting Paige with conventionality and practicality. Brenda never really resented Adam for his different parenting style. They were both just raised differently. One of the reasons Brenda fell in love with Adam was because of his more liberal outlook on life, so bequeathing that outlook onto his daughter was just to be expected.

  Like most young girls, garnering her father's attention was something Paige continually strived for. The common phrase, probably heard at least a dozen times a week all through her growing up was, “Watch me, Daddy!” Whether it was a new song or a new dance she learned, figuring out how to swing by herself, ride her bike, doing cartwheels in the back yard, it was always preceded by the common, familiar mantra, “Watch me, Daddy”.

  As she grew older, it turned into things like hitting a softball, or playing the clarinet, or diving at the local swimming pool. Even as a young teen, the phrase continued to ring from her regularly: “Watch me, Daddy!”

  Nothing stirred her like knowing her father's eyes were on her, looking in her direction. Catching her father's attention was sweeter than candy. Generating a smile from him was more exciting than a new toy at Christmas.

  Brenda wasn't so much jealous of the bond she continually witnessed between her husband and her daughter, but rather found herself envious of it. Her first instinct was one of wanting to curtail the closeness between them, but she fought off that instinct. She remembered how her own mother had drove a wedge between her and her own father while growing up. Brenda's mother was somewhat of a shrew, and she did get jealous whenever Brenda showed too much affection toward her father.

  When she was very young, Brenda remembered her mother shooting disapproving looks their way whenever Brenda would sit on her father's lap. Her mother basically put an end to that activity by the time she was eight, yelling at her father that she was too old to be doing that sort of thing anymore and that he shouldn't be encouraging her. By the time she was ten, even kisses goodnight were not allowed. As a result, Brenda's father ended up shunning her almost completely by the time she was twelve. In spite of her instinct to follow that pattern, Brenda vowed that she would not become that kind of mother and end up taking from Paige what she felt was taken from her.

  As Paige developed physically, she started to notice the attention she was getting from the boys at her school. At first this titillated her, even thrilled her to an extent. The thrill of that was fairly short-lived, however. Her excitement compelled her at one point to let one of the boys at her school, a boy named Roger, talk her into sneaking behind the gymnasium bleachers with him. It was actually her first 'real' kiss from a boy, which actually consisted of him smashing his lips against hers with such force that her head smacked up against the brick wall behind her.

  “Ow!” she protested as she pushed his face away from hers. “Don't press so hard!”

  “Sorry.” Roger said unconvincingly. “You're just so hot, I got a little carried away.”

  Paige looked at him with skepticism, not believing
for a second that he was sorry, but looking down at the obvious bulge in his pants, the fact that she was turning him on was undeniable. In spite of her decreased enthusiasm for Roger, Paige was innately curious to touch a boy's hard cock, especially one where she was the cause of its hardness. She undid Roger's belt and top button, then pulled down his zipper to loosen his pants enough to slide her hand in.

  She liked the feel of his cock in her hand, how it throbbed and twitched when she rubbed her hand up and down it. She tried to enjoy the experience, but Roger's inept attention to her breasts made that difficult. He reached his hand in under her shirt and into her bra. At first Paige enjoyed the sensation of feeling a hand directly on her tit for the first time, at least one that was not her own, but Roger started squeezing it too abruptly, to the point that it began to hurt.

  Luckily for Paige, Roger shot off quickly, spurting his warm sticky cum up the palm of Paige's hand. Fortunately Paige had a small package of tissues in her bookbag, which she used to wipe up the mess on her hand and on Roger's cock. Roger released the grip he had on Paige's breast immediately and did his pants back up.

  “Thanks, that felt really good!” Roger said in not even a halfhearted tone. “Maybe we can do that again sometime?”

  “Sure, call me up in about ten years or so,” Paige said sarcastically as she plopped the used tissues into his hand and walked out into the empty gymnasium. She was thinking in the back of her mind that even in another ten years, Roger would still be an immature dick.

  Whatever Paige was expecting out of the experience, she was beyond disappointed. To make matters worse, it seems that half the school was aware of what she did with Roger by the end of the day. The juvenile taunts by some of the other boys, as well as the smug expression on Roger's face as she caught him bragging about it pretty much soured her from appreciating any further attention her developed body had generated, at least among the boys her own age.

  In time, thoughts started entering into Paige's mind about her father that went beyond just garnering his attention... She began to think about her father looking at her in the same way the boys at school did. Suddenly a look and a smile from her father resulted in more than just a pleasant feeling, it started to manifest in moistness forming in her pussy. Excitement welled up in her at the thought of her father's cock hardening at the sight of her, like it did with Roger's, as well as a few other boys she noticed that reaction from. She thought of her father's hands on her breasts, how gentle and loving they'd be, not rough and painful like Roger's were. Her breasts would swell and her nipples would harden at the thought of her father's tender kisses upon them, just like how his kisses were on her cheeks or on her forehead. It had been years since she and her father actually kissed on the lips, but she remembered them, and felt an emptiness well up in her stomach at the thought of his kisses being long and lingering, rather than the quick but loving pecks he used to give her as a small child.

  She knew it was wrong to think of her father in that way, or at the very least it was unacceptable. But none of the boys at her school, or any other boy she could think of for that matter, could come anywhere close to giving her the feelings she experienced when thinking of her father. Maybe it was wrong, but it didn't feel wrong to her.

  In spite of the inappropriateness -or perhaps even a little because of it- Paige started wearing clothes around her father that were a little more revealing, or at least a little more provocative, just to see if she would get some sort of reaction from him. She started doing some of her homework laying on the living room floor while her father sat reading a book or magazine rather than in her room like she usually did. Sometimes she would ask her father for help on a math problem, coaxing him to sit on the floor beside her, or maybe even lay down beside her as he helped her work through a math question.

  Adam was taking notice, although trying not to be obvious about it. He couldn't help but take peeks at her long, shapely legs, her rounded ass, and more than once finding himself distracted by her exposed cleavage as he was trying to help her with a problem, which was even more pronounced as her breasts pressed against the carpeting. It was never even occurring to Adam that his daughter was purposely trying to titillate him with her increasingly developing features, attributing it mainly to just noticing his daughter was growing up and becoming a stunningly desirable woman.

  Brenda, however, was aware of Paige's increasingly flirtatious behavior toward her father. Oftentimes she would be sitting at the computer desk in the corner of the dining room while Paige laid in front of her father in the living room doing her homework. Brenda was not fooled, she knew that Paige was trying to titillate her father. Although her initial reaction was one of disapproval, maybe even a little anger, she left it alone, allowing it to continue, not wanting to cause a wedge of any sort between her husband and their daughter. As much as it may have bothered her, being the cause of a rift between them would bother her even more.

  Brenda considered discussing it with Paige directly, but she enjoyed a good relationship with her daughter also, and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that. Especially over something that only amounted to -at least at this point- simply mild flirtation. In a way, it was kind of cute. But her envy of the situation hampered her ability to appreciate the cuteness of it.

  Paige's attempts were resulting in the rewards she was seeking. Paige could tell her father was noticing her in the ways she was wanting him to... Catching his eyes focusing on her legs, her ass, her breasts, even if only for split seconds, trying not to be obvious about it. It sent thrills rushing through Paige's body realizing that her father was noticing her womanly features, not to mention the wetness it was causing in her pussy.

  She would go to bed at night, reminiscing about the covert glances of her father. She would run her hands over her breasts, her nipples hardening as she thought about her father looking at them, then run her hands down her belly and over her mound, the wetness deep inside her trickling out over her outer folds. She would run her fingers over the wetness, rubbing it along the outer lips and up to the bud which tingled with immense pleasure as she circled her finger over it. Soon she found her fingers digging into the folds, exploring along the walls in her inner cavern as far as she could reach.

  She fantasized that her father was watching her as she touched herself, sending shock waves of pleasure shooting through her body as she thought of his eyes focused on her hands.

  “Watch me, Daddy,” she would whisper quietly as she slipped her fingers in and out, “Watch me cum, Daddy!”

  She pictured her father's eyes gazing upon her and smiling, in the same expression he had when watching her pedal her bike for the first time, or when she finally managed a successful cartwheel in the back yard, expressing that same sense of joy in her accomplishment, almost even a look of pride. As absurd as it sounded -a father expressing pride in seeing his daughter bring herself to orgasm- the thought of it filled Paige's entire body with waves of orgasmic ecstasy. She felt almost silly about it afterward, but at the time it brought her more pleasure than she ever could have imagined before.

  It almost became a nightly ritual for Paige, masturbating herself to sleep while entertaining images of her father. She imagined him watching her, oftentimes even with a noticeable bulge in his pants, but it never really progressed further than that. Just the thought of her father watching her as she masturbated was enough to bring her to the most exquisite of orgasms, exhausting her to the point of blissful sleep.

  Chapter Two

  Adam almost didn't notice the soft moans at first as he walked down the hallway past his daughter's room to his own. He thought he heard something soft and low as he walked past her door, then noticed another one just as he reached up for his door handle. He stopped and cocked his head, straining to hear, and sure enough there were low moans emanating from the direction of his daughter's room. At first he couldn't tell if they were moans or soft crying, and he walked softly back toward her door.

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nbsp; The door was open just a crack, enough to tell that the low light of her night lamp was still on. Adam very lightly placed his finger on the door and carefully pushed it open just a little farther. He saw his daughter laying on her bed, wearing panties and an oversized t-shirt, but her hand was dug into her panties, her fingers moving under the silky material, obviously manipulating her pussy into pleasurable spasms. Her other hand was up underneath the t-shirt, squeezing one breast and then the other. Her eyes were closed and her breaths were heavy, low moans escaping out through her gasps.

  His heart immediately started to race, feeling at times like it would jump right out of his chest at any second, while a thrill engulfed his gut, making it feel totally empty and completely filled both at the same time. His cock involuntarily started to swell as he took in the sight of this beautiful young woman, his daughter, engulfed in the throes of pleasure.

  He looked at her, noting that her face was the face of his wife, but hardly any similarities beyond that. Her long, straight blonde hair was sprawled underneath her, framing her face, whereas her mother had wavy brown hair extending just below her shoulders. Although Paige's frame was somewhat curvy, she was still thinner than her mother. Unlike Brenda's full breasts, Paige's breasts were barely more than a handful, but were very pronounced, especially against her slender frame. Adam knew he should have just walked back to his bedroom and left her to her self-pleasure undisturbed, but he couldn't resist watching, even if just for a few seconds.

  Brenda perked her head up from the book she was reading while lying in her bed. She was almost sure she heard the light footsteps of her husband walking toward their bedroom just a moment ago, and was expecting him to walk into the bedroom any second. She waited a moment more before curiosity got the best of her and she rose from the bed, opening the bedroom door just a crack. In the dim light of the hallway nightlight, she saw her husband standing in front of their daughter's bedroom door.