This story is just a bit of fun and should not be taken seriously.
It's my first effort second attempt so constructive feedback is appreciated
All characters are over 18 and have told me they are consenting.
Kirstie & Tom
It was around midday that Tom decided to pay a visit to his daughter's room and see how she was doing. Kirstie had recently turned eighteen years old and was now in her last year at school, but she was a small child with a slight frame and an air of innocence about her.
Tom knocked gently and then opened the bedroom door. His daughter was laying on her front on her bed, wearing just a pink tank top and plain white panties, listening to music through her ear buds and scrolling on her phone. She glanced up at him and gave him a big welcoming smile.
"Hey kiddo, how's it going?" Tom asked as he entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
Kirstie repositioned herself crosslegged and took out the ear buds. Her tank top stretched across her small, pert breasts and her nipples pressed prominently against the thin material.
"Good, Daddy." she replied. He always liked it when she called him that. "Just chillin' until mum gets home from the shops."
He eyed her appreciatively. Dark shoulder length hair shining in the sunlight from her bedroom window. Her cheeks always had a natural blush on them. Her eyes were bright blue and seemed large for her small face, which added to her innocent demeanour.
He patted her knee and then slid himself fully on to the double bed, resting his back against the headboard.
"You're looking lovely, as always sweetheart." he said.
"Thank you Daddy." she replied and turned to face him looking serious, "I think my boobs have gotten bigger since my eighteenth, don't you?" She looked down at herself and cupped her small breasts in her hands, stretching the material over them and making the nipples more noticeable. Tom gazed intently at her chest.
"Hmmm maybe," he said, "but they're still small and cute. Like a couple of bee stings." he added, with a chuckle.
Kirstie feigned outrage and launched herself at him, playfully swiping his thigh before snuggling up alongside him.
"Men like big tits though, don't they?" she asked, somewhat crestfallen.
"Honey, men like all types of breasts. Big or small. Well, at least I do." he replied.
"But mum's are so much bigger than mine. And heavy."
"Yours are just firmer, sweetheart. Mum has had two kids and that will make them bigger and heavier. She's also forty two. Gravity gets us all in the end." he finished with a wry smile.
He looked down at her, enjoying the closeness they shared.
"So, now you're eighteen are you going to get a boyfriend?" he asked after a pause.
She sighed dramatically.
"I don't know. I'm not sure I want one. Not some strange boy pawing me and pretending to love me." She turned to look up into his face, "Besides I have a family that loves me more than any boy could."
He bowed his head and kissed her gently on the lips. She parted them slightly and felt the tips of their tongues touch. She smiled after the kiss and snuggled again against his chest, one lithe leg thrown across his own.
"You might also enjoy someone of your own age." he continued. "Boys can be useful too, for your pleasure." he paused, "For sex, I mean"
"I know Daddy, but that is a bit scary and I'm not sure that I want it with a strange boy."
"Awww hon, once you experience sexual pleasure, you'll want it more and more." He let his hand rest idly against the bare skin of her upper arm.
"Have you masturbated yet?" he asked, while enjoying the smoothness and warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips.
She wriggled around so that her back was against his chest and his hand slipped around to her front, resting gently on her left breast, his fingers slowly stroking the nipple, which was pleasantly swollen.
"I'm not sure," she said, "I sort of tried it but...... I just wasn't getting it right I think. It didn't seem to do much for me."
"Do you want me to help?"
"Oh Daddy, would you?" she asked excitedly.
"Of course I will sweetie!"
Now she was sitting on her legs again and facing him.
"What do we need to do?" she asked with enthusiasm.
"Well, I think you need to lose the tank and the panties, and we can take it from there." he replied.
Now she jumped off the bed and quickly pulled her tank top over her head. Her smooth, pale skin was exposed to his gaze, with prominent tan lines showing where she had worn a bikini top during the summer and emphasising her cute breasts and their swollen, inviting nipples.
She slid down the panties and posed for him with her hands on her hips while he took in her youthful beauty. Her pubic hair was much more bushy than the last time he had seen it but he could still make out the little slit between her thighs and this, together with the sight of her beautiful breasts made his cock twitch within the confines of his clothing.
"You're such a beauty." he said, with genuine feeling.
"Thank you Daddy." she said, flashing him her widest smile, "What do we do next?"
"Well, you go and get that small mirror on your dresser and I'm going to make myself a little more comfortable." he said as he felt his cock shift slightly.
She skipped off to the dresser while he raised himself from the bed, stripped off his shirt and jeans, but kept on his boxers. His cock was now semi-hard and there was a wet spot of pre-cum noticeable on the front of them, so he may have reason to explain that to her as well, but to begin with he wanted to teach her to pleasure herself.
She came back to the bed with the mirror and handed it to him before climbing back on to the bed. He looked at her smooth arse cheeks as she crawled up to the head of the bead.
"OK, now lean back against the headboard and spread your legs apart." He instructed to which she complied and he placed the mirror between her thighs
"You see?" he asked, and she gazed down at the reflection of her pussy.
"Yes, Daddy. I can see my........ what should I call it?" she frowned.
"Well there's lots of names used, from Vagina through to Cunt." He was staring between her thighs as well and his cock was now straining against his boxers. "In a sexual context, pussy or cunt are often used." he concluded.
"OK." she replied, "I shall use cunt." and she giggled at the transgressive nature of the word.
"Place you fingers on the lips of your cunt and gently part them"
She did as told, placing both of her hands down between her thighs and slowly opening herself with her fingertips.
Both of them were fixated upon the scene as she parted her outer labia and exposed pink, moist interior. Tom placed his face closer and breathed in her scent. A dribble of juice ran out from inside her and trickled down to her anus.
"Now, you see towards the top? That little pink button where the lips join?"
"Uh huh." she said softly.