David was a single father. He had been since the birth of his only child, Aura, his wife having died in childbirth. That was eighteen years ago now, and his little girl had grown up to be the spitting image of her mother. It hurt David sometimes, to see his dead wife through the eyes of the child who never knew her. That didn't mean that David blamed Aura for the death of his wife, no, he knew that it had been bad luck that had killed her, no point blaming the one good thing to come out of it.
However, David never quite recovered from the death of his wife and so never dated anyone ever again, he just couldn't, but a man does have needs. It was not uncommon for David to masturbate, usually over the memories of past sexual encounters, or pornography, however just two months ago he had started masturbating over something else, or rather, someone else.
It had been a couple of days after his daughter's eighteenth and he had been walking up to bed and passed her room. Her door was open but Aura clearly didn't know that, as she had her eyes closed and her earphones in, dancing around her room listening to whatever music she was into. Completely naked! It was then that it struck David just quite how much like his dead wife Aura was. She was the same height, 4'11", same blonde hair, which stopped just below the shoulders, similar looking breasts, similar arse and a nice clean shaven cunt. The sight had made David hard immediately.
He'd quickly gone to bed and masturbated over the image of his naked daughter. It was wrong, he knew it was wrong, to jerk off to his little girl, but he loved it! Over the next few days David had stolen some of Aura's underwear, and would frequently smell them, and jerk off into them. Then he started to notice things. He started to notice how revealing Aura's clothes were when she went out, how she always swayed her hips when she walked and how her posture always pushed her breasts out. He had just written it off as the behaviour of young girls like Aura, but then he noticed more.
How she would spend her time around the house in nothing but loose fitting T-shirts and panties, how she would flick seductive looks David's way, and how she would hug him, pressing her young lithe body up against his for a little longer than necessary. However, things only got worse. Soon Aura would wait to come out of the shower just when David was walking by, her door was left open more and more frequently, giving David glimpses of his daughter's nude form. Then David broke, it was late and he had been drinking, but he knew what he was doing, and he did it anyway. Aura had started it anyway; she had taunted him for long enough.
"Daddy!" She had called, "Can you come up and help me find my phone?"
"Coming sweetheart," David had replied, walking up to her room, and when he entered he found a sight to behold. It was, of course, his daughter, Aura. She was on her knees, bent over, but more importantly, she was only wearing her pink panties. Other than that one single garment, she was nude, and she had considered it appropriate to ask her father for help whilst she looked like that. Something snapped inside David when he saw her, as though this was the last straw.
"Oh, that's it." He said, anger in his voice. Aura removed herself from under the bed, turning to face him, displaying her full cleavage.
