Dad and I had lived alone together, all our lives, since mum passed away during a complicated birth. As expected, Dad did everything for me while I was young and inexperienced. So, since Dad had bathed me since I was a baby I wasn’t too fussed when he came into the bathroom, while I was in there. Most of the time after the age of 5, my father saw fit to leave me alone, but one day, when I was about 13, he chose my bath time as a time he could talk to me, without me escaping. This didn’t faze me; however, sometimes I would feel conscious of my developing womanly parts, and my fathers fixated stare on them, so I would turn away shyly.
Time passed, and dad spent more and more of my bathing times with me. Sometimes he would stay for 5 minutes, others he would stay for longer. One day, after a talk, when my father turned side on, I’m sure he had an erection. The thought of my father boning up over my developing body sent tingles of excitement all through my teenage body.
My nipples started to stiffen, my cunt was feeling noticeably warmer than my bath, my clit started to tingle and my cunt lips were starting to swell, aching to be touched. I was mortified, the last time I had felt sensations like this, I was in bed with my 16 year old boyfriend. But this is my father I was thinking about. “Is it right, to want your father to touch you here?” lightly touching one of my nipples, sending shocks of sexual energy immediately pulsing to my cunt. I asked myself. “What if daddy pinched your nipple?” I asked myself further. Before I knew it I was inserting a finger into my hot wetness, picturing daddy lying on top of me, sliding that hard cock into my burning cunt, and fucking me like a whore, not his baby girl.
