My Life, My Choice Chapter 3: Meeting my Father and Annie - Sex Stories

My Life, My Choice Chapter 3: Meeting my Father and Annie

... my hand. He asked me to sit with him in the grass. He sat down with his back against the tree. He sat me down next to him and wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer to him. He told me to ask him anything I wanted too. I asked him about himself and he asked me to tell him of the fifteen years of my life that he had missed. I explained the heartache and pain of growing up without a father. About how mom and Debbie still managed to raise me. I told him of the teasing I received about not having a father while in school. I spoke to him of how I used to wish upon a star each night and how my wish seemed to have come true. John smiled at me when I told him about my wish upon the star. John explained during his time in the Middle East and Afghanistan. That he used to wish upon a million stars a night to be with my mother again even if just for one night. He told me he went off to war to pay honor to two friends he had lost. “Mom and Aunt Debbie explained that all to me,” I said to him “I loved your mom but I felt as if I owed it to them,” John replied. “If you loved her why didn’t you ever see her again?” I asked. John explained when he went back to the army he got lost in war. When he realized the mistake he had made it was too late. He had found out that my mother was married and had a baby girl. “I thought she was happy and did not want to ruin her life again,” John said to me. He explained he never stopped thinking about her. He spoke to me about the mission that almost ...

... took his life. It was to be his last mission as his time was almost up and he wanted to return home. He told me he had thoughts then of finding my mother again, as he heard she had gotten divorced. However, it would take a couple more years due to his injuries from the war. “Besides I had to rebuild someone else first, Annie and myself,” John said looking at Annie. “Do you really still love my mother?” I asked him. “Very much,” John replied. He took my hand and added, “I would like to love you as my daughter as well if you will have me.” I started to cry and he cuddled me tightly wrapping me in his arms. I had never felt what it is like to be in the arms of my father or any man up to that point in my life. It was a new sensation for me. It felt wonderful and gave me great comfort. No my pussy did not get wet nor did it twitch at least at first. The feeling I got was one deep within my heart and one which would burn into my very soul. It felt good to finally having my father holding me. As he held me, I started to feel that sensation only a young horny teen girl can feel when a man holds her. John whispered, “It will be OK Kelly it is a new beginning for us both,” into my ear. I broke our hug as I stared up at him as I said, “I love you daddy.” John smiled then kissed my forehead as he replied, “I love you too my daughter.” We got back into Annie and drove back home. As we drove down our street, I saw Carol walking from her house. I asked John to stop and yelled at Carol. She ...