"Daddy, I'm home!" I sat up at the sound of my beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter's voice and hurried to the door. "Shiloh!"
Shiloh is the kind of beautiful that takes your breath away. Skin so velvety smooth that the most casual touch is sensual, enormous gray eyes, silvery blond curls, and the perfect body. She is petite, five foot four, and thin, with long legs, a flat, sculpted stomach, and tits that put a Victoria's Secret model to shame.
Her mother had left just after Shiloh was born and I had to say that I preferred my daughter a thousand times over to the bitch that was her mother. Shiloh had no idea that my love for her wasn't exactly fatherly: every time I saw her my cock twitched inside my pants and for the last few nights I had masturbated picturing her.
Shiloh burst into my room, the perfect picture of health and beauty in a short, low-cut gray dress. My eyes drifted to the tops of her tan legs to her impressive cleavage and I felt immediate pressure in my pants when she threw her arms around my neck, pressing her tits against my chest. I held her tightly and smelled her raspberry-scented hair, wondering what it would be like to peel off her dress and lick all over her teenage body.
"Should we have a drink?" I asked, a horrible plan spinning in my mind.
"I've had a few," Shiloh slurred slightly, crossing her arms and pressing her breasts up accidentally. This sealed my plan; I knew as well as anyone that my daughter couldn't hold her liquor.
We talked and drank for an hour, until Shiloh was practically falling off her chair. Tonight I would begin to put my plan into action: the plan that ended in me fucking my own daughter, shocking as that was. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't pretend that I didn't lust after her. Tonight was the beginning.
