I retreated into my den for the time being. Closing the door behind me, I examined my domain for anything out of the ordinary. Everything seemed in place. Again my mind went back to last night. My hand ran over the leather seat where Ashely sat the night before. I couldn't get the mental image out of my head. And more so, I couldn't stop thinking about whether she might have seen me watching her. I'm almost certain our eyes made contact. But she never flinched, never gave any inclination that she had been caught masturbating. Maybe I'm over thinking everything. She didn't see me. She couldn't have. She no doubt would have stopped if she had thought she was being watched. Still, the images kept playing back over and over in my head. And I found myself excited and aroused again. I sat down in my chair where Ashley had pleasured herself the night before. Her faint scent lingered. I tried inhaling all of it, desperately seeking more. My cock was hard now. I reached into my sweatpants and groped myself. Slowly tugging at my cock. I closed my eyes and concetrated on the mental images from last night. I fantasized being close enough to smell my babygirl's scent. Her young pussy just out of reach from my tongue. Oh, how I wanted to touch her. Feel her. Be with her. A flash of guilt invades my thoughs, but excitement of incest is too overbearing and I go with it. Stroking my cock, and feeling the lust build up inside me again. I feel powerful. Virile. God, I haven't felt this good in so long!
The door to my den swings open, and I immediately gain my composure. Quickly removing my hand from inside my sweatpants, and attemptin to appaer normal. My erect penis flounders and retreats from the starling interruption. It is Ashely. She is wrapped in a bath towel and holding what appears to be some string.
"Oh, sorry Daddy. Were you busy?" she said coily.
"No. No... not at all, Pumpkin." I manage to get out while clearing my throat.
"I should have knocked."
"No, it's quite alright," I said, "I was just going over some numbers in my head for work."
"Daddy, I need your help. I can't get my bikini top on by myself."
"Uh, why don't you get your Mother to help?" I replied, trying my best not to sound uncomfortable.
"She went to the store to pick up some things for dinner tonight. I just need you to tie it in the back for me." she pleaded.
"Oh, ok." I said with uncertainty.
Ashely spun around with her back facing me. Her towel dropped to the ground exposing her bare ass. My erection immediately returned. She strung the bikini top across her breats pulling the strings to the back. I grabbed them and tied them together.
"Ok. There. There you go." I said shyly.
Ashely bends over to pick up the towel on the floor, her ass inches away from my raging cock. It takes every ounce of me not to grab her by her hips and pull her into me. I want her to feel my big, hard cock pressed up against her tight little ass.
She pulls the towel up in front of her, spins around and says, "Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome."
Ashely stands there for a moment, and I think to myself there's something more. She smiles, then turns around and walks out the door. What the fuck? The hell was as that? Is my babygirl messing with me? No. She wouldn't. I'm reading too much into this whole thing. Pull yourself together. Be rational, I tell myself. That's your little girl. Stop thinking any different. And I force any impure thoughts out of my head, and regain my composure.
