I was pacing up and down the hall, feeling a little bit nervous. My little girl was going to be getting married in only an hour! Even though we'd been through everything about twenty times at the rehearsal, I was still going through the walk down the aisle over and over in my head. It was going to be beautiful wedding, and I didn't want to mess up even one detail.
Suddenly a door opened, and a lovely blonde head peeked out. "Psst, hey Daddy!"
Tandy was leaning out the door, looking up and down the hallway. She was a beautiful twenty-two years old, with long blonde hair and striking green eyes, just like her mother's. Her veil trailed down to the floor as she beckoned to me.
"What is it, honey, did you forget something?" I said as I walked into the little sitting room.
"Oh, no, I haven't forgotten anything," she answered, with a little gleam in her eyes.
"What is it, then?"
She turned the lock on the door, and turned toward me. "No, Daddy, it's about something to remember."
"Huh?"
"Well, now, let's take a little trip down memory lane," she said, putting her hands on her hips. She had a really hot body, curvaceous, with nice solid hips and—even though a dad shouldn't notice that kind of thing—a sensational rack. I tried not to look at her that way, but in her low-cut white dress her tits were on stunning display. My cock couldn't help twitching.
Jeez, if she wasn't my daughter...
I thought.
Now she was sashaying toward me. "Now, Daddy, don't tell me you've forgotten all those naughty little things I used to do," she cooed, wagging her finger at me.
"Huh?" In all honesty, I had kind of forgotten them, or maybe I should say I made myself not think about them. Tandy did have a naughty streak. It started when she was eighteen, and she just seemed to bloom from a pretty girl into a sexy young woman. And she knew it, too.
"Don't you remember?" she said, with a coy little smile. "How I used to lean over your shoulder when you were on the computer? And just let a
little
bit of tit brush against you?"
I took a deep breath. My cock was doing more than twitching now. Even though she was my daughter, a man is still a man and a woman is still a woman, and when she'd let her tits brush my cheek or shoulder like that, even through her blouse, I would get a raging hard-on and later, have to jerk off. But then I'd feel like a sicko. What kind of perv gets off to his own daughter?
"Um, yeah, I remember," I said vaguely.
"Well, so do I," she said. "And how I used to sit in your lap and let my legs spread open?"
Oh, yeah, I remembered that.
"I know you liked it. I could feel you get hard, right against my butt," she said.
"Uhhh." I stuck my finger down my collar, trying to loosen it.
"So, why didn't you ever go with it?" she said.
"Well, sweetheart, you're my daughter!"
"Uh-huh." her eyes gleamed again. "And I wanted you to go with it."
