It's funny how tragedy can lead to something wonderful. Let me give you a little history first.....
My ex-wife, Carla, and I had been divorced for about 10 years, and had been living in different cities for almost as long. Our daughter, Kim, came to visit me two or three times a year, so our relationship wasn't exactly very close. Then one day Carla was walking across the street and a drunk driver ran her over. In one quick moment my life changed forever. All of the sudden Kim was living with me, and my teenaged daughter, 17 at the time, was suddenly my sole responsibility.
That was a little over a year ago......
It had taken months for Kim to even start to recover from the loss of her mother. I had been forced to watch her cry herself to sleep most nights, and because we weren't that close I was never really ever able to comfort her, so I did my best to give her space and work through it in her own way. But as time went on she seemed to handle it better and better, and as she began to feel better her's and my relationship also began to grow.
I'm not rich by any means, but I have always been shall we say "comfortable". I own my home, complete with outdoor pool and hot tub. As soon as Kim had moved in with me, I bought her a car of her own, and bought her anything she wanted. It was the only way I knew how to be there for her.
One day I came home from work, and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Kim, by now 18, laying by the pool and sunbathing. I had always known she was a beautiful girl, she took after her mother in that regard, but for some odd reason I was suddenly struck with just how beautiful she really was. I could not stop staring at her through the kitchen window. To make matters worse, the more I stared, the more a certain part of my body seemed to react. By the time I came to my senses and looked away, I had a hard on like I hadn't had in years.
I quickly went upstairs to get changed, shaking my head. What was I doing, she was my daughter, and I shouldn't be even thinking the thoughts that were racing through my head. But there I was, standing at the window wearing only my underwear and looking out my window, staring down at my daughter. I began to rub my cock through my underwear, feeling myself getting hard again. I pushed my underwear to the floor and stood there masturbating, staring at Kim's almost naked body.
After I came, and washed myself off, I sat on my bed in complete disbelief. Did I really just do that? Did I really just jack off thinking about my beautiful daughter? Still in disbelief I got dressed again and went back downstairs. I decided it was probably a good idea to stay away from the kitchen and any other rooms with a view of the pool.
Sitting in the family room, I turned on the TV and started watching some game show, and was completely absorbed in it when Kim came walking into the room. There she was, my daughter, standing right in from of me, inches away, wearing nothing but her bikini. I felt my cock begin to rise almost instantly, and I put my hands on my lap to keep Kim from seeing it.
"Ummm,Dad."
"Yes Kim."
"Can I borrow $100, I want to go shopping with Melissa later."
"Sure, my wallet is in the kitchen. Why don't you go grab it for me."
As Kim walked away into the kitchen I watched her young tight ass wiggle, "Damn I need to stop that".
Kim walked back in and handed me my wallet, bending over slightly as she handed it to me. As she bent over I got a wonderful view down her bikini top. Her breasts were absolutely beautiful, and again I found myself trying to hide my ever growing hard on. I handed her $100, and told her not to be out too late. As she walked away I could have sworn I saw a bit of an evil smile on her face.
The next day I came home late, so it was already dark. I knew I had done it on purpose, so I didn't have to worry about seeing Kim in her bikini again. As I walked into the kitchen, Kim was there finishing up with cooking dinner.
"Hi Dad."
"Hi Sweetie, you didn't have to make me dinner."
"I know, but I wanted to, we hardly ever have dinner together with your weird hours."
"Ok, but give me a minute, I want to get out of these work clothes."
"Yeah I should get changed too, look at me."
Looking over at her I realized she had almost as much food on her clothes as was in the pots and pans. "Maybe you should do that" I said chuckling to myself.
I got back downstairs before she did, and started to set the table. Kim was right we hardly ever ate together, this would be nice. Little did I know just how nice it was going to be.
Kim came back downstairs, wearing her pj's. They're the fleece kind with a button up top and full length bottoms. I didn't think much of it, since she did that on a pretty regular basis. We worked together and got dinner on the table, and sat down to eat. As Kim sat down she leaned forward enough that I was able to notice she wasn't wearing a bra under her top. I quickly turned away, but it was too late, I was getting hard once more. What was happening to me? Why do I keep getting turned on by my own daughter?
As we ate dinner, I kept the conversation light, doing my best not to think about the fact my daughter was sitting right beside me without a bra on, and something told me probably no panties either. As we were finishing up, Kim dropped her fork and bent down to pick it up. This gave me a complete look right down her top. I could see her breasts perfectly, with her small pink nipples poking slightly upward. I tried really hard not to stare, and as she sat back up I noticed she had that evil little smile again. Or was I imagining it?
After dinner, I told her I would clean up, and she told me she was going up to bed. After she left I leaned up against the counter and just shook my head, I really needed to stop having these thoughts about my own daughter. And was she doing this on purpose? Did she know what I was thinking? Nah, I had to be imagining it.
The next day was Saturday, so I was home. I decided I needed to do some yard work to get my mind off Kim, and the inappropriate thoughts that kept going through my head. Kim was still in bed, and her room, like mine is in the back of the house, so I decided to work in the front so I didn't make too much noise. After a couple of hours, I was pretty sweaty and dirty, and had enough for the day.
I went back inside and up to my room, fully intending to strip down and have a much needed shower. When I got to my room, I glanced out the window and there was Kim lying out by the pool.
