My Best Friend's Dad

By Marie James

Piper and Janie meet when they're 12 y/o and become best friends immediately. Piper is infatuated with Janie's dad, John, the moment she sees him.

When Piper and Janie turn 18, Piper thinks Janie's dad would still never be interested in her, but she's in for a surprise. And then there's gorgeous, 23 y/o, pre-vet med student Andrew, who makes his appearance in Piper's (and subsequently Janie's) life when Piper and John hit a rough spot. Lots of twists and turns, and of course, lots and lots of hot sex.

Excerpt:
I crept out of Janie’s room and when I got to the living room, John was still in the recliner and saw me right away.
“Hello, Miss Williams,” he said.
“Hi,” I responded, genius that I am.
“Janie pass out on you?”
“Yes,” I said and smiled.
“Would you like to watch a little TV with me until you get sleepy?” he asked me and winked.
“I’d like that,” I said and moved to sit on the couch.
“Why don’t you come here and sit on my lap. I don’t bite,” he said with a grin and patted his leg.
I tentatively walked over to the recliner and turned to back up onto his lap, but I felt his hands on my waist and he turned me back around.
“Straddle my lap so you’re facing me. That way we can talk,” he told me.
“I thought we were going to watch TV,” my stupid mouth said before my brain could stop me.
“Did you really come out here to watch TV?” he asked me with a smile, his hands still on my waist.
“Um, no.”
“Then get your pretty ass up here,” he said and hoisted me onto his lap and helped me settle my legs over his hips with my butt on his thighs. “There, that’s better. Now talk to me, Piper. You’ve been a fixture in this house for six years and I know you almost as well as I know Janie. So, tell me something about yourself that I don’t know.”
I felt my face get hot because not only was I really turned on, but the only things I could think of were all sexual, and I couldn’t say any of those things!
“You’re blushing,” he said, and one corner of his mouth turned up into a smile that showcased one of his absurdly sexy dimples. “It must be something good.” He kissed my cheek tenderly and rubbed my back.
I hesitated but he kept looking at me, expecting an answer. “Tell me,” he whispered, tracing patterns on my back with his fingers.
“I’m still a virgin,” I blurted out, embarrassed.
“You don’t need to feel embarrassed, especially with me. I think that’s really hot,” he said. I looked down, feeling embarrassed anyway, and immediately saw the outline of his dick through his underwear. Unable to tear my eyes away, I watched as his bulge grew right in front of me. Okay, I can do this. His fingers trailed down my back to my butt and I shivered.
“Now you tell me something that I don’t know,” I countered.
With zero hesitation on his part, he said, “You make me hard."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marie James
• Release date: Jun 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463897904

Marie James

I love reading erotica, especially ones with biological daddy-daughter incest themes. It's just so naughty! I've recently begun writing my own stories, many of which will contain watersports, but as consensual erotic play without humiliation. I've always been a daydreamer and now I'm putting the scenes that I make up in my head into stories and it's awesome to let those fantasies out and share them! If one of my characters makes you angry, sad, or happy - then I've done my job. I hope you can escape into my tales as much as I did when I wrote them. While I have more than 40 authors that I have marked as favorites, there are several who I follow religiously. These wonderful authors have been an inspiration to me in my own new endeavor to write and to whom I'd like to say thank you: Lisa Smiles (I've bought every single book of yours!), Lolly Pope, Lilly James, Robert "Bob" Lubrican, Tori Westwood, Amber FoxxFire, Timothy Spears, Zehn Harlock, Veronica Sloan, Victoria Blackstone, Aimee La Bouche, Sara Kitty, Izzy Slam, Lily Weidner, E. V. Nyx, Penelope Liksit, Nocturas Dreamwhisper, Piper Belle, Dee Dee Zee, and Sharon Dick, just to name a few.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Janie and I have been best friends since she and her father moved into the house next door just before we both started sixth grade. I remember meeting her like it was yesterday.

I was anxiously waiting to see who bought the house next door and as soon as I saw the rented moving truck back into the driveway, I ran outside to see who my new neighbors were. I may or may not had been making it a point to sit near a front-facing window every day for hours for the last two weeks after the Sold sign went up.

I hung behind a column on our front porch and watched as a tall, older man with short, salt and pepper hair got out of the driver’s side. Oh no, please don’t be boring senior citizens! But then my attention was diverted when a girl who looked to be about my age with long, blonde hair came running out from the other side of the truck hopping up and down and screaming Hurry up, Dad, I have to pee!

I know, you’ve only told me twenty times in the last five minutes! Here, Janie, catch! her dad yelled back and tossed her the keys.

She took off into the house while her dad stretched his legs. He wasn’t as old as I thought he was at first. Don’t get me wrong, he was a lot older than me, but not anywhere near a grandpa.

I leaned forward to get a better look, and the movement must have caught his eye because he turned and looked right at me. And that was the moment I fell in love with Janie’s dad.

He had bright, blue eyes and when he smiled at me in greeting, he had laugh lines around his eyes and the most sexy dimples that showed through the stubble on his face! I about fainted right then. As he walked towards me, I could see his stomach muscles flex under his tight t-shirt.

Hi there, little lady. I’m John Shepherd and that crazy girl is my daughter Janie, he said as he held out his hand.

Um, Piper? I replied stupidly, and tentatively shook his hand. Afterwards, I’d cringe and think of all the witty things I could have said, but at the moment, that was all I could get out. I wonder if he realized I was staring at his lips. I was already imagining him leaning down to kiss me and us rolling around in the yard naked having wild monkey sex (whatever that was - I really didn’t understand sex back then but I’d heard the term before).

So, your name is Piper? he asked, and I nodded almost imperceptively. Are you sure? he inquired and just smiled patiently at me.

Uh… I felt my face turn bright red but luckily, I was saved by Janie running up to us.

I’m Janie! Who are you? How old are you? I’m twelve and almost a teenager! What grade are you in? Do you like French fries? Janie said excitedly without even a breath between rapid-fire questions.

Calm down, Janie, her dad said, chuckling. I have been led to believe this young lady’s name is Piper. And you’re not almost a teenager. You just turned twelve. Quit trying to grow up on me so fast.

Um…, I almost managed to spit out a real word. Get a grip, Piper! I’m Piper Williams, and I’m twelve, too. Sure, fries are good? Phew, that was a little better!

Dad, will you take us for a burger and fries, pretty please? Janie begged.

After we’ve unloaded the truck and the movers have brought the rest of our furniture.

Awesome, thanks, Dad! Janie grabbed my hand. Can you help us unload the truck? We’re going to be best friends, I just know it!

Um, sure, I responded as I was dragged next door.

So, I helped them move their stuff in, keeping an eye on Janie’s dad (which meant keeping an eye on his arms, his flat, muscled stomach, his strong thighs, and his tight butt) as much as I could without detection.

Janie told me her parents had just gotten a divorce and her mom, whom she hated, moved overseas with her job and apparently, her boss. Her dad was thirty-two and a software engineer who worked mostly from home.

I told her my parents were in their forties and boring. We discovered that our birthdays are only a few days apart from each other. Then we got our burgers and fries and Janie was right. We’ve been best friends since.

We did almost everything together from the first day we met, and I eventually learned how to speak in complete sentences to Mr. Shepherd and even joke with him as my confidence grew.

Janie’s dad was easier to be around than my parents because he was more laid back, younger, and better looking (and of course, I needed to spend time with the man I would marry someday). Although I’m ashamed to admit that for all of our early teenage years, we made him duck when he dropped us at the mall or to a movie theatre (like anyone believed there was a driverless car carting us around), but he was a good sport about everything, including all of our teenage drama.

Puberty was rough for Mr. Shepherd, who had to handle girl things and didn’t know the first thing about a tampon. My mom stepped in and mothered both of us through those growing pains and both my dad and Mr. Shepherd were very relieved that Mom took that responsibility. But Janie’s dad was a really good father and gave her (and me) lots of attention, even though he raised her alone (with some help from me and my parents). He did manage to survive our teenage angst and gave us boundaries without smothering us.

After we started high school, we spent less time together because Janie got on the cheerleading team and I preferred reading. So, while I belonged to a book club, Janie was cheering and learning gymnastics. I also took AP classes to get early college credit and excelled in the majority of my classes. Janie and I still spent most weekends together, and even with our different schedules, we always made time for each other. I was more serious and mature, but Janie’s enthusiasm was contagious, and even I got silly sometimes.

Janie and I were like sisters and were in and out of each other’s homes all the time, but my parents made me spend more time at Janie’s because her dad was home more than they were since they both had office jobs. And that was perfectly fine with me because I got to be around her dad. It didn’t take Janie long to figure that out after we hit puberty.

The entire time we were growing up, my infatuation with Mr. Shepherd never ceased and instead, actually got stronger. I thought that maybe when I grew boobs and developed curves, that I would finally catch his eye. I flirted and wore as revealing clothes as I could get away with starting when I was fifteen. But he was always the perfect gentleman and dad-like with me, so I felt I didn’t even have a chance with him. I figured he probably still looked at me like I’m a little girl and thought of me like a daughter.

He didn’t date at all, so Janie (and I, haha) didn’t have to worry about another woman coming into our lives. For years I thought that if only he’d see me as a woman, things would be so much different. Little did I know my flirting and skimpy clothes had actually made the desired impact and that I was about to get my wish, in spades.

Chapter 2

Oh my god, I’m so nervous! We finally turned eighteen and start our senior year of high school tomorrow, Pipes! Janie squealed as she fell dramatically onto my bed. She’d grown to be tall and willowy and even prettier with her long, blonde hair and her dad’s blue eyes. Me, I was pretty and petite, about five feet and a few inches tall, with long, wavy brown hair and expressive, brown eyes.

I know that, Janie. Will you please calm the fuck down? Did I mention that I curse like a sailor?

You sound just like my dad, she said as she rolled her eyes.

He’s a smart man.

It’s just cause you wanna have crazy monkey sex with him! Janie screamed and laughed as she rolled around on my bed.

Shhhhh! I whispered loudly. I never should have told you! And since you can’t keep your mouth shut, I’m never telling your anything again!

Sorry! she whispered back. You know I’d never tell anyone your secret.

"I know you wouldn’t intentionally, I sighed. But you have to quit teasing me about it. Someone might hear and besides, it pisses me the hell off."

"It’s not like you hide it that well, anyway, Mrs. Shepherd!" Janie said, and my eyes narrowed at her.

Bullshit, I retorted, attempting to seem unaffected while picturing the hundreds of times I’d practiced writing ‘Mrs. John Shepherd’ in my notebooks.

"Hmmm, I know something big that you’ll definitely want to know about my dad."

What? I asked suspiciously, but as usual with anything to do with her dad, my curiosity far outweighed my distrust.

I can show you better than I can tell you, she said mysteriously. Spend the night.

I knew better than to question her and honestly, I really, really wanted to know what she could show me. Dare I hope it’s what I’ve dreamed of seeing since I met him? God knows I’ve always wanted to see what his penis looks like. I mean, it didn’t make sense to fantasize about being Mrs. John Shepherd without knowing what my husband looked like naked, right? I just needed that little piece of information so that my dreams of being his wife were a little more accurate. Nothing wrong with that. I’m detail-oriented. Accuracy is not a bad thing!

Okay, I’ll be over after dinner. This better be good.

"Oh, it’s good, alright. You’re going to be very impressed. Trust me," she announced and hopped off my bed to go home.

Chapter 3

It took forever to get through dinner with my parents but finally, I could leave. I’d packed my overnight bag earlier, so I was able to get out the door quickly.

I’m outta here, see you tomorrow, parental units, I yelled as the door slammed shut behind me.

I was very fortunate that my parents pretty much let me do whatever. I was a good kid. I got good grades, I was on time for pretty much everything, and I hadn’t given them a reason to distrust me (that they knew of, anyway). So even though we had school the next morning, they said I could spend the night at Janie’s.

Janie and I were at each other’s houses so often that we didn’t bother to knock anymore. I opened her front door and strolled into the living room. Her dad was in his recliner watching TV as usual, but Janie was standing near his chair smirking at me, which was odd, but Janie’s always got something up her sleeve, so I didn’t think about it too much.

I dropped my bag on the floor and trotted over to give Janie and Mr. Shepherd hugs (because I’m an affectionate person and besides, I always tried to touch him every chance I got).

Hey, Janie! I said as I gave her a quick hug, turned to her dad, and stopped dead in my tracks. Uh, hey… I muttered, my eyes glued to Mr. Shepherd’s groin. He was wearing black boxer-briefs and nothing else. And there was a huge bulge between his legs that seemed to grow a little bigger the longer I stared. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and realized he’d extended his arms out for his hug. I tore my gaze from his dick and bent over to hug him.

Hello, beautiful Piper, he whispered into my ear, his breath hot. I shivered, and my nipples hardened under my sleep shirt, which I’d worn without a bra. As soon as they hardened against his chest, he let out a small gasp and pulled me tighter to him, but I pulled back a few seconds later. I looked down, and his penis was now very erect and pushing against his underwear. It looked pretty thick and long and the head was about to pop over the waistband. It was so much bigger than I’d imagined and took all of my will power for me to pull my gaze up to his. He smiled and winked at me.

I hope you’re okay with me in my underwear, he said and shrugged. I figured you wouldn’t mind if I was comfortable. After all, it’s like you live here.

Oh, it’s perfectly fine, Mr. Shepherd, I replied. As a matter of fact, I like it, I added as I felt Janie tugging me backwards.

Call me ‘John,’ Piper. ‘Mr. Shepherd’ is so formal, he said softly as Janie pulled harder on my arm.

Okay, John, will do, I replied.

Come on, Piper, let’s go to my room, Janie whined.

But the view’s so nice here, I said, looking up and down her dad’s body as he grinned. Egad, those dimples!

I think you’ve both had enough for tonight, Janie giggled as she tugged on my wrist.

Janie grabbed my bag and pulled me to her room before I could look back one more time at his glorious package.

Oh my god, Janie, what the fuck’s going on with your dad? Does he have a fever? Is he drunk or high? I asked her as soon as we shut her door.

I have to tell you something, please don’t kill me! she whispered. I just looked at her. It must be bad. My eyes narrowed at her.

What did you do, Janie? I finally asked. She started fidgeting and wouldn’t look at me. Yup, I was going to kill her, I just knew it.

I, um, I sorta told my dad you had a crush on him a few days ago and he, um, he started asking me questions about you. Then he kept telling me I should have you, um, spend the night and when I asked him why, he said he liked you, too.

Oh, fuck! You told him I had a crush on him? What the hell’s wrong with you? I exclaimed. Wait, he likes me, too? Like, likes me, likes me? I felt my face flush.

"Yeah, and since I told him, he’s been acting kinda funny. Like nervous and excited, and wearing just his underwear around the house, like he wanted you to catch him. I mean, I’ve seen him in his underwear, but usually, he’s always dressed in the afternoon in case you come over. But since