Ben Black and his twenty-one year old daughter are having a steamy incestuous love affair. This is troubling Ben deeply as he questions the feelings he has for his own daughter. Is it anything other than lust he asks himself?
I was first home from work in the evening just after 5pm. My daughter Cynthia called me during the day to say she would be a bit late as she had run into a few snags at her own place of work it seems.
So I grabbed myself a cold one and settled down at the kitchen table with my tablet reviewing some circuitry schematics. But try as I may, I was still having grave doubts about this passionate sexual love affair with Cynthia.
I wondered where exactly these feelings I had for Cynthia were coming from. This was my own daughter I was fucking night after night and how could this be right I thought.
My train of thoughts were interrupted by Cynthia's voice announcing she was home.
"Hi dad, I'm home, where are you?" she called from the hallway.
"I'm in the kitchen love." I call out to her.
She came in behind me and threw her arms around my neck as I sat on the chair, and hugging me tightly she says.
"God it's good to be home dad. It's been a long day."
"Had a tough one did you?" I enquire, as she sits down beside me.
"Oh fuck ya dad. I spent the day trying to calibrate the new lasers and they are a bitch to work on. What's for dinner?"
"Well, what do you fancy?"
"Nothing too heavy. How about some pizza and beers, have we some pizza left?"
"Yes we do. Pizza and beers it is so pet." I reply.
"I'll just pop in for a shower first dad."
"Ok Cynthia, you go have your shower and I'll have the food ready when you are done."
"Cool dad." she says and heads for the shower.
I get up to organise the food and I hear the shower come on. I can see the bathroom door is open and I wonder how many other daughters shower with the door wide open just feet from their father. Or better still, how many fathers secretly wished they left the door open?
I can hear Cynthia humming away to herself in the shower and I began to visualise her in there with the water cascading down over her head, down over her breasts and dripping between her legs. I begin to envy the soap as I would love to be smeared all over her hot body.
I consider joining her, but decide not to, and I go and get the dinner ready.
I was in the lounge when she came in after the shower. She walked in drying her hair with a towel, she was only wearing a sleeveless white top and white knickers.
As she wrapped her hair in the towel, her arms raised over her head. I could see her still damp body had turned her top slightly translucent. Her beautiful nipples proudly poked through her top, and the most wonderful cameltoe had formed in her knickers.
A vision like this was enough to drive a man insane. I thought.
She obviously saw me enthralled by her floor show and she quipped.
"Like what you see daddy?"
"Oh yes Cynthia. Me like, me like very much." I laugh.
We tuck into the pizza and beer and afterwards we settle down; with me sitting in the corner of the couch and Cynthia with her head on my lap with her legs stretched out.
She wriggles her head in my crotch and smiling up at me she says.
"Best pillow in town dad."
I smile at her and run my fingers through her hair softly. Before I ask her a question that has troubled me.
