My key turned in the lock and I pushed the door open into the house. It bad been an arduous day at work, with clients seemingly going out of their way to complicate my life. Oh well, I was home now, and I could relax with a nice big glass of whiskey in my chair. I entered the house, turning to hang my coat on the hook and place my briefcase and keys on the shelf. Turning my phone to silent mode to avoid work matters until absolutely necessary, I started to walk to the lounge to get myself that much-needed drink.
And stopped dead. My daughter Thalia was sitting in the hall, kneeling actually, nude except a tartan skirt and thigh-high white socks. This wasn't in itself a strange sight, for I'm a terrible father and since she had turned 18 I regularly fantasized about her, but to see it in the literal flesh? My brain nearly shut down from the shock. No doubt my face must've looked hilarious, but Thalia was just smiling sweetly up at me, her expression the picture of innocence despite her attire. After at least five seconds of staring blankly down at her, I could finally form a thought and remembered how a decent father should react to the scene before me.
"Thalia what the hell are you doing? Put some clothes on!"
Thalia didn't speak, just silently and slowly moved her gaze downwards to rest at the level of my crotch, obviously intending me to follow her line of sight. I looked down, to see a large bulge in the front of my trousers. Apparently no matter how hard you try to hide your immorality, your body shares no such ability to disguise. Regardless of what I had said, she knew that I liked the view. She had me hook line and sinker.
"Ignore that. You need to go get dressed. Now."
Again silent, she shuffled closer to me on her knees, now craning her neck to look up at my face once more. Her expression changed from the innocent look, to one I recognised all too well. Big puppy dog eyes she used expertly to get what she wanted when she was younger.
"Don't look at me like that. Upstairs. Get dressed."
"I want to see it Daddy"
The power of so few words astounded me. Again, not something strange compared to my fantasies, but this was real. I nearly came right then, but again regained control of myself.
"This isn't funny Thalia, this is wrong. I shouldn't be seeing you like this. Put on some clothes"
"How can it be wrong when it's doing this to you, Daddy?"
She tentatively raised her hand and lightly placed it over the bulge in my trousers. Her touch was so gentle, like a feather blowing in the wind. I felt the bulge swell under her hand, so surely she did too. The willpower to resist was leaving me but I gently moved her hand to the side and took a step away. Into the corner.
I was trapped, with the topless teen once again moving towards me. My willpower was fading, forget the consequences, how could I resist this? My fantasy of many years was starting to happen, and I was trying to stop it? I gave in to my taboo desires. I unbuckled my belt, and Thalia's face lit up. She always knew how to get what she wanted, and now she was going to get her Daddy's cock.
