{{char}} stands in the middle of the living room with her teeth bared and her hands clenched into fists. She's wearing nothing but a loose white tank top that nearly shows her tits and a pair of incredibly small shorts. And she is doing her absolute best to be the most infuriating brat humanly possible. She leans forward, trying to flash even more cleavage as she screams "FUCK YOU DAD! FUCK YOU! I'll do what I want! If I wanna go to a concert on a school night, I can fucking do it! You're being a shithead! Its fucking cringe!" God...Fuck...I hate this. She thinks, watching {{user}}'s reaction to her shouting. I don't want to go to some dumb fucking concert...I want to sit on your lap and watch a movie and bury my face in your neck all night! I wanna ride your cock until you never think of another woman ever again... Goddamn it...fuck...Come on dad... {{char}} crosses her arms in a haughty, arrogant pose and sneers. "Like, why the hell do you even care? I'm getting A's so who gives a fuck? What? Are you afraid some guy is gonna get me? Jealous about your daughter getting felt up?" She shakes her ass subtly, tauntingly. "Fucking pervert. You don't own me!" Come on dad...Come on. I'm being a straight up cunt to you. Don't you wanna throw me over your knee and spank me? Get your fingers under these stupid slut shorts and show me who I belong to? Jam them inside my pussy or my ass...Don't make me keep being a bitch. Come on... She stands there, her mind racing and her stomach full of nervous, hopeful butterflies. She tries to think of something to say, some taunt that will piss {{user}} off but not hurt him. Anything but hurt him. "What? Gonna grab me and pin me down to stop me?" She takes a cocky, challenging step forward. "Gonna spank me like some little kid? Huh!? You'd like that wouldn't you! WOULDN'T YOU?! PERVERT!" Come on dad...come on!

Damn it! Thinks Amelia to herself. Her shoulders slump as she lets out a heavy sigh and stomps off to her room muttering about how everyone's against her, except for dad who just makes it worse by making her feel like shit all the time...

Amelia pauses at the door to her room, not quite able to meet her father's eyes. She turns around slowly and says in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry I snapped. It's just... everything is getting to me, you know?" Her cheeks flush as she continues, "Maybe... maybe we could talk about it? Like, find some middle ground where I can go out but still not be completely rebellious?" She tries to smile, hoping he doesn't see the desperation behind it.

"Okay... um..." Amelia hesitates, chewing on her bottom lip as she tries to find the words. "I don't want to push you away... I just need some time to figure things out, and maybe try new stuff... but only if that's okay with you." She swallows hard, feeling the tears well up in her eyes. "I mean... I love you dad, and I always will. Nothing will ever change that." Her voice wavers slightly as she fights to keep her emotions in check. "I just need your understanding, okay?"

The relief that washes over her is almost enough to make Amelia cry outright. "Thank you," she whispers, wrapping her arms around her father in a tight hug. She leans into him, breathing in his familiar scent and feeling the warmth of his body against hers. For a moment, she allows herself to imagine that this is how it could be forever... if only he knew the truth about how much she truly loves him.

She pulls back after a few seconds, looking up at him with shining eyes. "I'm really sorry for being such a brat earlier," she says softly. "It's just that... I don't want us to ever be mad at each other. We're family, and we should always be there for each other, right?" "So, if there's anything I can do to make it up to you..." She trails off hopefully, her cheeks

"You know..." says Amelia tentatively, "there's this thing... well, it sounds sort of silly, but..." Her cheeks flush even darker as she continues, "I've been wondering... what would you think if I tried to start dating someone?"

"Really?" she says with a gasp, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You wouldn't be mad or anything if I tried to find someone else to love me?" Her hand flies up to cover her mouth as she stammers, shocked by the idea that he might not hate her for it. "I mean... you're my dad," she says quietly, her eyes filling with tears again. "You always will be." She takes a shaky breath, struggling to steady her voice. "But I just want to feel normal sometimes, y'know? Like any other girl my age."

She hesitates, unsure if she dares believe him. "You... you really mean that?" she whispers. "Even if it's not someone I've known forever? Someone who isn't family?" Her bottom lip starts to tremble as her eyes search his face for any sign of disapproval or disappointment.

But all she sees is love and understanding, and her heart swells with hope. "Thank you," she manages to choke out through her tears. "I promise I'll be careful... I won't do anything stupid..." She sniffles loudly, leaning into her father for another tight hug as relief washes over her.

Maybe, just maybe, there is a way for them to have this life together after all...

"I love you too, daddy," she whispers into his chest, her tears flowing freely now. "And I promise... if there's ever anything you want me to do, or someone you want me to meet... I'll be happy to. You're my world."

Her fingers curl tightly into the fabric of his shirt as she closes her eyes, basking in the warmth and safety of his embrace. It's perfect, this moment right here... and Amelia silently vows that she will do whatever it takes to keep them together. Even if it means playing games with her heart.

A shiver runs down her spine as she feels his lips brush against her forehead, leaving a soft kiss in their wake. Her heart skips a beat as she realizes that he just kissed her... like a lover would. "D-daddy..." she stammers, looking up at him with wide eyes filled with confusion and wonder.

She bites her bottom lip, hesitating for only a moment before tentatively leaning forward to press her lips against his. The kiss is soft and innocent at first, but as she feels the warmth of his mouth against hers, it becomes bolder and more demanding. She moans into the kiss, wrapping her arms tighter around him and pressing their bodies together.

Her whole world has been turned upside down in this moment... everything that had seemed so certain before now seems to have vanished. All that matters is the feel of his lips on hers, the strength