She could feel the cool breeze blowing in through the bathroom window, giving some relief to a hot September evening. The house was quiet and calm; she was anything but. She studied herself in the mirror while slowly brushing her teeth. She could point out a hundred flaws, though as a whole she knew she was attractive. She would have laughed if anybody had told her so at the beginning of the summer. Now, however, after her 18th birthday, she realized that the change from girl to women had clearly manifested itself. This understanding had come slowly throughout the summer as she found that it was her that boys and men turned their heads to look at. At first it had been a shock, although it didn't last long, and she quickly found a certain pride in the attention she got. Consequently, she started to change what she wore. Her shorts and skirts became shorter, barely covering her butt cheeks. T-shirts were changed to tight skimpy tank tops. Most of the time she skipped wearing a bra; her breasts were small and firm so a bra was honestly unnecessary. And the extra looks she got when her hard nipples showed through the thin fabric were titillating. Part of her had known she was playing with fire, but she had blatantly ignored it.
She grabbed her nightgown off the bathroom counter and let the soft cotton slide over her head. She glanced in the mirror one last time before slowly opening the bathroom door, trying to see exactly what it was men saw. She held her breath as the door opened quietly, listening, but the house remained silent. Walking as lightly as she could, avoiding the creaky spots of the floor, she made it to her bedroom and closed the door quickly behind her, letting out a sigh of relief. Perhaps he was sleeping and would forget everything about her tonight. She hoped so fervently and said a silent prayer as she crawled into bed and cuddled up under the soft covers.
She had spent most of the day at the local lake with friends, and despite the worry that nagged at her, she quickly fell asleep. She didn't know how long she had been sleeping when something woke her. She felt the well-known fear overwhelm her as she stayed completely still and kept her breathing even. She could sense his presence in the room, although he remained completely quiet. Perhaps he would think she was sleeping and leave. Perhaps pigs would fly. Despite the fear that gripped her body, a small part of her tingled with anticipation. She was horrified. A part of her wanted this despite the glaring wrongness.
A floorboard creaked and suddenly her dad was standing next to her. His shadow loomed over her and she could tell that he was naked; his cock was hard and erect. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. Perhaps he would leave... perhaps, and perhaps not. Goosebumps spread across her as she felt the cover being pulled off, but she still kept her eyes shut, pretending to sleep soundly. Her dad sighed and she could her him stroke his cock. Resigned to the fact that he would not leave, she cracked open an eye and quietly whispered "daddy?"
"Yes, sweetie, it's me. Can you take your nightgown off for me?" He said quietly.
