The fading sunlight spilling through the open window cast a purple-orange glow over the kitchen, reflecting off polished countertops and shiny appliances. It was warm and the air drifting in smelled of Summer rain and storms. There was a feeling of electricity in the air.
She sat at the island counter, working on the last bits of her math homework. Her small bare feet kicking the worn wooden rungs of the barstool while her pencil gently rested against her soft pink lips. Wetness and bite marks showed in the eraser and chipped wood from where she had been absentmindedly chewing the at her pencil. She was focused on the page in front of her, deep in thought when her Daddy walked into the room.
More and more often he was finding it hard not to notice how beautiful a young woman his little girl was becoming. Long, wavy red hair spilling over lightly freckled shoulders and down past a slender waist. The tendrils stopped just above an exquisitely rounded ass. Her tiny white shorts showing off that magnificent ass and her long, sleek legs more than perfectly. Showing them off more than he could stand. The tight, pink t-shirt she had on clung to her small chest. Thin material combined with no bra made her erect little nipples easy to see and impossible to ignore. She was only eighteen but already an amazing beauty.
He shook his head, trying to clear it. This was not the way a man should look his little girl. A father was supposed to protect his little girl from men who thought this way about her. He felt guilty as the unwanted images flooded his brain. Seeing his tongue flick over her tight little body, his lips press against soft and pliant skin.
The pressure of his hardening cock made him feel sick with shame. He cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"You about done?" he asked her. "It's almost time for bed."
She nodded without looking up from the page she was writing on. "This is the last one."
"Okay, get finished up and head to bed. I'll come say goodnight in a few minutes."
Thoughts about her puffy little nipples and her undoubtedly tight little pussy overwhelmed him with an embarrassment filled lust. He needed to get out of the room desperately. He needed to stop these ideas about his daughter. He imagined she'd be repulsed, disgusted with him if she knew what he was thinking about her.
"Okay." She replied as he all but ran from the kitchen and hurried down the hall. She didn't notice his discomfort. She was completely oblivious to the inner battle that Daddy was fighting.
She finished writing in her blue, spiral bound notebook and closed her textbook. With a slow stretch, she rose from the barstool. She walked down the hallway, running her fingers along the painted walls. She was still so lost in thought that she had just passed Daddy's door without even noticing it was open a few inches. Then the fast breathing and a guttural groan coming from Daddy's room caught her attention.
The urge to peak inside was overpowering and she just couldn't fight the curiosity. She took a step towards the door and looked inside. What was Daddy doing in there? Was he okay?
She gasped quietly when she saw her Daddy sitting on the other side of the soft black comforter that covered his bed with his pants down around his ankles. His body was hard, muscled and his chest was covered in hair. His knees were bent and slightly spread. He faced the wall but, the angle from the door meant she could still see that his hand was wrapped around his hard cock. His strong arm moved slowly, pumping his hand up and down, up and down as he stroked himself.
She watched from the hallway, fascinated by what was happening in front of her. Daddy kept stroking. Going a little faster, then a little more. Eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration, Daddy was focused.
She was confused when she felt a tingling sensation growing between her legs. She knew very little about such things. She knew the technicalities of how sex happened and what masturbation was but she had never done or seen either. Nor had she ever even seen a picture of naked man before. Now she was mesmerized. She couldn't take her eyes off her Daddy's athletic form or his long, thick cock.
She knew she shouldn't be seeing this and she felt a twinge of guilt. It didn't require experience to know that little girls shouldn't react this way to their Daddies. Her body was responding strongly to the sight and sounds of Daddy making himself feel good. There was a butterfly feeling in her stomach as the blood rushed to her groin. She felt the heat spread through her pussy, making its lips feel swollen. She was surprised by the feeling of wetness that accompanied the heat. There was an ache that wanted to be relieved, soothed. The need to rub her clit became unbearable.
Completely captivated by the show that Daddy was providing her, she was not aware when she first started slowly sliding her hand inside her shorts. It was as though some primal force in her had taken over. It was not until she began rubbing her clit in slow circles that she become fully aware of what she was doing. It felt so good that she couldn't have stopped if she wanted to. This new feeling consumed her, burned through her, changed her.
She barely contained her own moans as her fingers moved against her slippery clit faster and faster. Her eyes were locked onto Daddy's cock as he stroked himself continuously faster. He was breathing heavily and starting to whisper something she couldn't quite make out.
He had given in to the images in his head. No longer fighting the unwanted thoughts about his daughter. Picturing his hands all over her exquisite form. Fantasizing about his cock in every hole on her body. Imagining the sounds she'd make with him inside her, how wet she would be. He had no idea how wet she already was as she hid in the hallway.
She was having the same thoughts as Daddy as she continued to watch him. She wanted to know how he felt, how he tasted. She had never craved the touch of a man before but she was almost desperate to feel her Daddy now.
A shudder ran through him and he moved to the edge of his bed as his knees began to shake. When he came, he came hard, groaning loudly. It hit him like a tidal wave. Tearing through him. Hot cum surged out of his cock so strongly it hit and dripped down the wall before the last of it covered his hand.
She wanted to go lick his hand clean for him, suddenly overcome with wondering what it tasted like. That thought was enough to push her over the edge. She was brought to her knees as her pussy clenched, the spasms of her own orgasm hitting her. The feeling so powerful that it was everything in her not to scream from the intensity of it. Wetness gushed out of her and flowed over her hand, leaving her panties and shorts soaked as it dripped onto the carpet.
Daddy had laid back on the bed, eyes still closed as he caught his breath. She tried to catch her own as quietly as possible while leaning against the wall in the hallway. Terrified that he would catch her watching him. She jumped when she saw Daddy grab a towel to wipe himself clean. Quickly she turned and ran down the hall to her room, still shaking from her first orgasm.
Her thoughts were a blur as she changed into an oversized t-shirt and climbed into her big white canopy bed. What had just happened? Why did she react like that to her Daddy? She thought about how ashamed he would be of her if he knew what she had just done and she felt humiliated and dirty.
She also thought about how it would be if he wasn't ashamed of her, how it would be if he liked it. She imagined him wanting her too and her pussy grew wet again.
She was covering up with her thick, white blanket when Daddy walked in to say goodnight. She blushed when he kissed her on the forehead feeling a rush of heat flow through her at the touch of his lips. "Goodnight sweetheart, I love you."
