Incest
2010-02-07
This is a continuation of the story my daughter returns day 1. If you haven’t read that read it first.
The following morning was Saturday. I woke up with the faint wisps of the dreams I had of my daughter. And my morning hard on was a just a little harder than it usually was. My balls ached as if I had been wearing a cock ring for the entire night. I tried to put this aside and make plans for what I was going to do with my daughter for the day. Maybe we could do some shopping to do some personalizing of her new room. The truck with her the stuff from her mom’s house probably would not be arriving for 3 or 4 more days and this would give her a chance to make this her new home.
Going to her new room to see if she was awake I knock and receiving no answer I open her door a crack. There she was lying on her stomach in the same t-shirt from the night before only now it was not covering her ass at all, her legs were spread and her hand was cupping her sweet pussy. Standing there staring I saw no signs of movement so she must still be asleep. Still staring I wonder if I should wake her or let her sleep in until she wakes up on her own, while deliberating this I have unconsciously started to stroke myself. I move into the room approaching her, as I came to the side of the bed I shake myself out of my revere and pull her shirt over her butt.
Sitting on the edge of the bed I gently shake her awake. “Morning sweetie”, she twists around to look at me as she brings her arms above her head to stretch.
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“Morning daddy” she says and kisses her hand and places it on my lips. Oh my gosh, this is the hand that had been cupping her pussy, I can smell her wonderful young girl smell and her hand is still damp and coated with juices. As I kiss her fingers that juice transfers to my lips and as she pulls it away I can not help but lick my lips and savor this wonderful flavor.
“How are you feeling this morning?” she asks. Managing to register that she is speaking to me I shake my head and respond “Great, I thought we might go shopping and pick up some things to decorate your room to make you feel more at home here. ”“That sounds great dad” she gets up and kisses me on the lips saying “you’re the greatest. ”After we disengage ourselves I get up and head out to let her change, my head filled with her scent and her taste still on my tongue.
Ten minute later she comes bounding into the kitchen still brushing her hair, but dressed in reserved attire of skin tight jeans and a hoodie.
Gone was the blue lipstick to be replaced by a luscious shade of red. Breakfast is much tamer than dinner had been, except for her occasionally rubbing my leg under the table and when I looked at her when she did this I would be rewarded with a smile and a look of love and admiration.
Heading to the mall after breakfast we shop at quite a variety of store. All throughout the shopping experience she clung to me, making me quite embarrassed as I am not used to this much attention. And with all this attention and physical contact it is very difficult for me to not to remember the events of this morning and last night. Up till now most of our shopping had been geared toward room decorations and furniture. She asked to go shopping for some clothes so after loading up the vehicle with our purchases we had a bite to eat and go clothes shopping.
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First stop the store where I guess she had bought the shirt she had worn upon arrival. The store is obviously geared to teenagers and being the weekend is full of them all dressed like my daughter was now or how she had been the previous day. I am enjoying the site of my daughter and all the other young girls walking around trying on different outfits and modeling them. I am thinking that I need to take her shopping for clothes more often. Following this is more of the same and I feel that I have this shit eating grin permanently plastered across my face. Last but not least it is underwear time. Here again I’m not so comfortable but at least they do not allow the modeling of outfits here. She notices how fidgety I am, gives me a smirk and thankfully checks-out.
Shopping done we head home and I start dinner. She heads for the showers. Dinner is almost finished when she returns saying how much she enjoys the smell and what do I think. I turn and before I can get the words “about what” out. I know. Saying she did not get a chance to model these at the store she wanted to know how I like them. I look trying to act nonchalant.
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She is wearing a red with black lacy trim panties and bra. “Delicious” is the first word that pops into my head and out of my mouth. She blushes and I stammer that maybe we can continue this after dinner. And instead of going back to change into something less provocative she sits down at the table in the wonderfully sexy attire. The entire meal she runs her bare foot up and down my leg and my eyes never leave some part of her body. We talked throughout dinner but my mind was running on auto pilot and I have no memory of what was discussed.
After dinner we clean up together and there seems to be some barrier inside me that has broken I feel comfortable and happy, reaching out and touching her as much as she does me. We play tickling, splashing and generally entertaining ourselves with each other.
When we are finished she sits me on the couch and returns to her room to try on the rest of her underwear as she leaves to change the barriers start building up again asking myself what I am doing, where will this lead, how do I stop this on and on. Until she comes back in with her next outfit and I realize that I do not care. This one is a flesh colored set riding very high on her hips and very sheer bra. She plugs her i-pod into the stereo playing some jazz and I marvel at every line of her young body as she twirls and pirouettes in front of me the muscles of her legs are clearly visible as she dances across the floor. The dance draws to a close and I clap and stand saying how beautiful she is.
She leaves to change with each outfit and routine I get more proud that she is my daughter. The final set is a white sheer set with thong panties and a bra that I can clearly see her nipples, which are very erect and make the supple clothe of the bra noticeably stick out.
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As she dances I notice the panties darken and become translucent with moisture. Realizing that she has become very aroused by displaying herself to me and that I am beyond arousal myself I stand up and start to dance with her. Slowly holding her tightly becoming one as we dance I run my hand across her smooth soft skin thinking that this is all I will ever need. Dancing like this for several songs we collapse into a heap on the couch just holding each other. I feel closer to someone than I ever have in my life. I fall asleep feeling content and satisfied.
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