"She has been dead for 10 years."
That is the first thought that seems to run through Steven's head as he laid in bed, naked, a porno video playing on the television. His wife, Karin, died 10 years ago, leaving him to raise their daughter, Melinda.
The other night he came home early to surprise Melinda, her 18th is this weekend, and he knew she had a big party planned, so he wanted to take her out for a special dinner. He walked into the house, a bouquet of roses in hand and went looking for his daughter.
He heard noises from her room as he raised his hand to knock on the door. He stopped, hand mid air, listening. Quietly, he pushed her door open and saw her lying on her childhood bed, the frilly pink & purple canopy seemingly too innocent for the actions being carried out on the bed.
There was his daughter, his little girl, naked with the full-length mirror that was her mother's sitting at the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, and her finger rubbing slow circles over her clit as she watched herself in the mirror. He backed out of the room as quietly as he entered, roses forgotten on the table between her door and his and wandered into his bedroom, trying to process what he had just seen.
She wasn't that sad little girl clutching his hand wondering what was happening around her and where was her mommy. She is all grown up now, with curves that he never even noticed she had.
The following night Steven was still thinking about what he saw, aroused by the thought of his daughter's tight teenage pussy, of sliding his cock inside that warm tight sweetness. He felt his cock grow hard at the thought and he started sliding his hand up and down the rock hard length. Stroking harder, he thought about those pouty lips wrapped around his cock, his hand running through her long brown hair as her head moved up and down. His stroking was reaching such a feverish pace; he was so close, when he heard a light knock on his door. Quickly covering up his naked body he hoarsely called "come in."
Melinda wandered into Steven's room, her hair mussed from sleeping, the crease from her pillow still visible on her cheek, the thought made Steven groan.
"Daddy, can I sleep with you tonight? I had a bad dream..." Melinda's voice trailed off, her little girl voice not fitting the beautiful body that has become his daughter.
"Of course you can baby girl," Steven answered, holding the covers open for her.
Melinda bounced to the other side of the bed, where Steven had indicated, her firm breasts bouncing against the lacey front of her short PJ set, the curves of her firm ass outlined in the short shorts. Curling up against him, Melinda cuddled close.
"I feel so much safer in your arms."
Steven pulled her closer, running his fingers through her hair.
"Its ok, baby girl, Daddy is here to keep you safe."
Melinda purred softly and snuggled closer, laying her head on his bare chest. "Mmm Daddy, thank you."
Steven held her tight, just stroking her hair, inhaling her fresh scent, slowly his hand moved down her back, stroking her soft skin. As Melinda stirred slightly in his arms, his hand brushed against her nipple, he heard the soft intake of breath, and looked down, into her big brown eyes.
Without a word, he reached over with his other hand, and began playing with her nipples, watching his virginal daughter for some sign to stop. He swore to himself he would stop if she said to, as hard as that would be, and he was praying she wouldn't say it. Watching her, her tongue darting out to lick her dry lips, her back arching slightly against his hand, he bit back a groan and stopped what he was doing. It's Melinda, his daughter, he cannot do this Steven was telling himself.
"D...D...Daddy, why you'd stop. That felt good. I like having my nipples played with."
Looking down at his daughter again, Steven paused and then said "Umm... what else do you enjoy baby, and who exactly has been playing with your nipples?"
Melinda giggled at the jealous tone in Steven's voice "Nobody Daddy, just me. And I have never gotten any further then just touching."
Steven groaned at the thought of deflowering his own daughter "You mean you have never had something...umm...inside you?"
Shaking her head, Melinda whispered "no Daddy, never, I am still a..." dropping her voice to an even quieter tone "virgin."
Steven groaned louder. This was wrong, what he was thinking? But he couldn't get the thought out of his head. He leaned over, his breath coming out in slight gasps as his cock grew hard once again. Steven whispered in her ear "Do you trust Daddy?"
Melinda giggled softly again as Steven's breath tickled her ear, but she answered him "Yes Daddy, I trust you with my life."
Steven groaned again and lowered his head, resting it down against her breasts, his mouth only inches from her nipple. "I..I...If I do anything you don't want, tell me and I will stop. Ok Baby girl?"
Melinda just nodded, whispering "Please Daddy, I want to know how it feels to have someone's mouth on there."
Steven leaned down and took one of the lace clad nipples into his mouth, suckling on it as his tongue traced the hard nub, his efforts rewarded with a soft moan from the girl's lips. Reaching up, he slowly pulled the straps down, revealing her breasts inch by inch, brushing his lips against the skin as it came into view finally pulling the top down enough that it rests beneath her breasts.
"Mmm when did you get so developed Baby?" Steve whispered against her skin as his lips came in contact with her nipple again, sending shivers down her spine, her back arching against his mouth. Encouraged by her reaction, he slowly moved his hand down her stomach and inside the waistband of her shorts.
"Ooooh Daddy, what are you doing?"
Steven looked up into her innocent eyes, expecting to see fear, but he only saw her eyes full of lust, her body wiggling against his.
