2017 Incest story: Making Mindy Mine – by Milik_the_Red. Mindy comes to live with her father. “I’m telling you Hank, that girl is a slut! She runs around like a wild animal, staying out all hours of the night, and always with different men!

2017 Incest story: Making Mindy Mine Part 1

– by Milik_the_Red

Fantasy, Anal, Discipline, Humiliation, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Reluctance, Spanking

Older men, Hank! I swear, I think some of them are even giving her money! She’s completely out of control! I just can’t take it anymore!”

The screeching sound of Gloria’s voice was like a hot wire on my nerves, instantly bringing back unwanted memories of our past marriage. Feeling the instinctive urge to yell back rise in my throat, I pulled the phone away, swallowing my poisonous desire to respond in kind. Only when the line went silent did I dare bring the receiver back up to my face.

“Gloria, please,” I finally replied, trying my best to sound calm. “She can’t be all that bad. She’s eighteen years old for Christ sake! She’s bound to want to live a little.”

I heard a sharp intake of breath and knew instantly it was the wrong thing to say. For a moment, Gloria sputtered in rage, sounding very much like she was choking on a chicken bone. When she finally became coherent enough to speak, her voice was dripping with venom. “I swear Hank; it would be just like you to think it okay for a young woman to act like a whore! Honestly, she must be getting this from your side of the family! I certainly never acted like a tramp, eighteen or not!”

That was true enough. Gloria had a puritanical streak that would have impressed Mother Teresa. Had I known that before, I never would have married her. By the time I did, our only daughter was thirteen years old.

As much as I loved Mindy, being subjected to Gloria’s constant bitching proved to be virtually impossible, and I more or less missed the five years of Mindy’s life. It had only taken those few minutes on the phone with Gloria to prove she hadn’t changed a bit in the years since.

I couldn’t begin to imagine how hard it must have been for Mindy! Having Gloria as a mother must have been suffocating for her. After less than five minutes on the phone with my ex-wife, I agreed to let my daughter come and live with me.

***

Mindy pulled up in her Mini the next morning, just as I was leaving for work. I gave her a key and told her to feel free to make herself at home in the guest room. Just seeing her face light up when she saw me, and hearing the happiness in her voice, was all the proof I needed that I had made the right decision.

“Are you sure you won’t need any help?” I asked, ready to call off from work if she did.

“No, I’ll be okay, daddy! I have most of my clothes packed, and there are only a few other things I need to bring. You go on, and I’ll see you tonight! I’ll even make you dinner.”

Hearing her the pure joy in her voice put an instant smile on my face. She was so happy and full of life that I couldn’t understand how Gloria could ever think such terrible thoughts about her. Never the less, Gloria’s loss was my gain and part of me thanked God my ex was such an unmitigated birch. “All right sweetie,” I replied with a chuckle. “That sounds great. We’ll talk more tonight. Have a good day, and promise me you won’t get into another fight with your mother, okay?”

“Okay, daddy, I promise. She just makes me so crazy sometimes!”

“I know, Mindy. Believe me, I know.” Waving goodbye, I reluctantly headed off to work.

I couldn’t help but look back through the mirror as I drove away, smiling happily as Mindy unloaded a box from her car. From what Gloria told me about her recent behavior, I’d almost expected her to show up, half-dressed, with an inch-thick layer of makeup on! Now that I’d seen her, I had to laugh at myself for ever having believed any of it.

Not that Mindy wasn’t a beautiful girl, because nothing could have been further from the truth. At five-foot three, Mindy was both slim and athletic. She possessed the same, lustrous blond hair that first attracted me to her mother. That morning, she had it bundled up in a way that was just wild enough to be cute. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with youth, instantly expressing her every thought. Wide and alive, they complimented her tanned skin and soft features in a way that would have made her age difficult to guess if I hadn’t already known.

What relieved me most was the fact that she wasn’t wearing any noticeable makeup at all. As for the skimpy and inappropriate clothes her mother spoke of, there was no sign. Her faded jeans and yellow cotton pullover did look good on her, but there was certainly nothing at all suggestive in her attire. She seemed every bit the normal, well-adjusted young woman of whom I’d always been proud.

My worries being dispelled, I grimaced at the things Gloria said about her the night before, and I decided my ex’ had finally lost her mind. “How could she treat her own daughter like that?” I silently screamed. “She really is one, crazy-ass bitch!”

I was fuming in anger as those negative thoughts rolled through me, but I took a deep breath and resolved to put them out of my mind. The only thing that mattered was having Mindy back in my life. The last thing I wanted was to let Gloria ruin it for either of us. “At least Mindy doesn’t have to put up with her craziness anymore!” With those last words spoken aloud, I gave myself a mental pat on the back for being my daughter’s hero, and thought no more about it as I hit the freeway on my way to work.

***

Mindy settled in over the next week, and while my work schedule meant we only saw each other in the evening, there was nothing in her behavior to give me pause. The first hint that something might be amiss was how much ready cash she seemed to have on hand. I had already noticed the late model import she was driving, but considering the hefty sum I paid for child support over the years, I’d convinced myself that Gloria must have put at least some of it to good use. What a laugh. This was Gloria I was talking about! I should have known better than to believe that.

The last time I’d asked, Mindy was waitressing at a local restaurant. As the week wore on, however, she showed no signs of actually having a job. By Thursday night, I was strongly inclined to ask her about it.

Even then, I hesitated. I knew her mother must have been grilling her about every part of her life, and the last thing I wanted to do was to make her feel that nothing had really changed. It wasn’t until Friday that I started to see that things were not quite adding up.

When I came home that night at six, Mindy had dinner ready, as she had all week. While we ate, she casually asked how my day went. She listened attentively as I rambled on about things in which she couldn’t possibly have any interest. She was charming, and I found myself dominating the conversation without ever having a chance to ask her much of anything. Finally, as she began clearing the table, I found the moment I’d been waiting for.

“So Mindy, what about you? Are you still working over at RJ’s Steakhouse? You haven’t gone out all week.” I did my level best to make my interest seem like nothing more than idle curiosity, but by then, I was hearing Gloria’s accusations echo through my thoughts, and I was desperate to have Mindy prove her wrong.

“No, daddy,” she said with little interest. “I quit there after graduation. I’m not old enough to serve drinks yet, and I wasn’t getting tips as a hostess. Besides, I hate red meat, and the smell was making me sick.”

Mindy picked up my plate and headed for the kitchen as she spoke, leaving me alone before I could pursue it further. Still, she’d only given me a partial answer, and by then, I really felt she was deliberately trying to be vague. When she returned, my tone was a bit more direct.

“So, are you working now? And what about school? Are you planning your classes for the fall?” I’m sure I was beginning to sound a bit exasperated, but while I didn’t want to pry too much, I felt I had a right to know what her plans were.

“Yeah, I’m working at the Kensington Plaza. It’s just part time, and mostly at night, but I get a share of the tips.”

“The Kensington? Isn’t that the new casino they opened last year? I thought you had to be twenty-one to work there?”

Mindy gave me one of her classic ‘don’t you know anything’ looks and almost rolled her eyes at me. “Well yeah, daddy. I would have to be older to work in the Casino, but I’m in the Hotel. I’ve been working with the Concierge Desk, and helping with some of their guests.”

“Wow, sweetie, that sounds great! I’m really happy for you. So what about school … ?” I was about to go on, but her cell phone abruptly interrupted me with an insistent chime, demanding Mindy’s attention with all of the authority of a trumpet from Heaven.

“Sorry, dad, that’s Jake, I have to take this!” She was already answering as she darted to the back of the house, leaving me in bemused silence as I watched her disappear into her room.

As I sat there in silence, I had the same thought any man in my position would have had at a time like that,

“Who the hell is Jake?”

***

Mindy spent the next hour taking a shower and getting ready for wherever she was going. Somewhere in the midst of her tumultuous preparations, I managed to find out Jake was her boss, and that she was going to work at the Hotel. I glanced at the clock. It was past eight, and I wondered why, at this time of night, did this Jake need an eighteen-year-old intern? The only ideas that came to mind were anything but professional, and once again, her mother’s accusations began infecting my thoughts.

“Careful there, Hank, you don’t know squat about the Hotel business,” I told myself. I had just about decided I was being grossly paranoid when Mindy came out of the hall. She had combed her blond hair out until it flowed like sunshine over her shoulders and down the deep-V of her exposed back. Her scarlet satin dress was cut low in front as well, cradling her full breasts tightly underneath, but revealing, what to me, was a decidedly uncomfortable amount of cleavage. So much so, in fact, that I caught myself wanting to stare at her sensual beauty. I knew she had developed, but good God, I had no idea she was so very … there!