It was hot summer's day and I was sitting beside my backyard pool. I was attempting to read but was failing miserably, mainly due to my daughter, Aly. She was lying in a chair opposite me wearing a skimpy dark blue bikini, working on her tan. Aly had recently turned eighteen, was 5'6", voluptuous, with perky, round breasts and long, red hair that stopped only inches from her perfect ass. Her eyes were deep green and she was in great shape from playing soccer. Her skin was smooth and tan. Not to mention she was very intelligent with a wicked sense of humor. She was the perfect woman for me, except for the fact we were related.
Aly's mother, Monica, and I had been divorced since Aly was a baby. The marriage had been a disaster and the only good thing to come out of it had been our daughter. Despite the fact that Monica made sure that I knew she resented it, Aly and I had a great relationship. I saw her almost every weekend, and she knew I was there for her all the time. She trusted and loved me, and that's why part of me felt a deep shame at my continuing lust for her nubile, young body.
From where I sat, I had a very good view of Aly's long, shapely legs, which were spread open just enough for me to see the outline of her pussy mound under her bikini bottoms. My gaze lingered there briefly and then continued up her flat stomach, to her tits, which were firm and full. Her nipples were hard, poking up against her bikini top. Her neck was slender, and her lips were pouty. Her face was young and innocent, with a cute button nose. Her eyes were closed and I suspected she may have fallen asleep.
I was getting harder by the moment, imagining Aly on her knees in front of me, stroking my cock with one hand while she slurped sloppily on it's purple, swollen head, swirling her naughty pink tongue to get every drop of my salty pre-cum. The fantasy progressed to my sexy young daughter, mounted on my long, thick cock, bouncing up and down on me, while I was sitting in my chair. My hands cupped and squeezed her tits, making her moan louder and bounce faster. She just had a powerful orgasm, and I was about to spurt my hot seed into her young womb when my filthy imaginings were interrupted.
"Dad? Are you awake?"
The sound of Aly's sweet voice brought me back to reality and my guilt kicked in. What was I thinking? She was my daughter for god's sakes, not some cheap slut on a porn site. I opened my eyes and looked at her, hoping she wouldn't see my raging hard-on through my jeans.
"I'm okay, baby...just resting my eyes..."
Even I didn't believe myself and Aly was observant enough to pick up on my lie. I smiled at her and she looked at me curiously for a moment.
"Okay, Dad...I fell asleep and woke up just now...book not interesting enough to keep you awake?" She smirked, casting her eyes to the paperback that was sitting beside my chair.
I swear for a moment her eyes stopped briefly at my stiff cock that was ready to burst out of my pants. I shrugged off that thought, putting it down to an old man's shameful wishful thinking.
Aly got up suddenly and walked around the pool to where I was sitting. I took in her curvaceous form, the slight jiggle of her pert mounds almost hypnotizing me as she approached . I could feel my shaft throb and I managed to stifle a groan of pure lust. Hopefully unaware of her father's unwholesome thoughts, Aly sat down next to me in one of the empty chairs while I tore my eyes away from feasting on her chest.
"Daddy...do you think I'm pretty?"
Her question startled me. I wondered if she had read the filthy thoughts running through my head. Aly hadn't called me daddy since she was a little girl, and moments after the fantasy I had just had about her, it took all my self-control to ignore the pulsing of my cock.
"Of course I think you're pretty, Aly, you're my daughter..."
