My Curious Daughter

My Curious Daughter

My little girl was growing up. For some time now I knew she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She had begun to grow a sexy pair of breasts that, while still relatively small, were a beautiful shape and easy on the eye. Her legs were long and shapely, and she had begun to gain the curves that all sexy women have. She had begun to wear more adult styles of clothing, too, and I’m sure many of the boys at her school noticed. Every day she was looking more and more like her mother looked when we had first met so many years ago.

I knew I shouldn’t have enjoyed looking at my daughter the way I had begun to. Hell, I shouldn’t even be looking at any girl her age the way I look at her! But, I just couldn’t help myself. What she set off inside of me was a passion I had not felt in some time, and while I knew I should have quashed it, I just simply didn’t want to. In fact, I indulged it.

Lately I had begun to watch my daughter more and more around the house. I let her go shopping with her friends, who only encouraged her to buy sexier clothes. I loved watching her bounce around the house wearing short shorts or skirts, tight little tank tops, or barely there bikinis around the pool. But my favourite was definitely her thin nighties. They revealed just enough to make a man lust after her, but hid just enough to tease and tantalise.

I had begun to take a few risks, too. As much as I enjoyed seeing her around the house in her sexy clothes, I realised I needed to see more. It began with a glance in her bedroom one day when the door was ajar and she was getting changed. I caught sight of her creamy, perky breasts and rosy pink nipples briefly before she slipped on a top. Before I knew it, I was finding myself outside her bedroom or the bathroom more and more often, and I would linger for longer too. I loved watching her in the shower, the water cascading over her supple, young body. The sexy way in which she moved while sliding clothes on or off her body when getting changed was a sight to behold.

All this watching was one thing, though, but I never had the thought of doing anything more than that. Well, not originally, anyway. It all changed one night, though. It was a combination of things- the timing of it, the situation, my body’s lust, and my innocent daughter’s curiosity. I know that I shouldn’t have done anything, that I should have put a stop to it before anything serious happened, but I simply gave in to my lustful urges.

It was a night like many others- my daughter and I were home alone, my wife was working a night shift at the hospital she worked at. The two of us ate dinner and watched some TV, and I stole glances at my daughter from time to time sprawled out on the couch next to me. Eventually I decided to go to bed but she decided to stay up til the end of the show. I read a book for a bit in bed, before there was a soft knocking at the door.

“Yes sweetie?” I asked, knowing it was her coming to say goodnight. She entered my room, came over to the bed and lay down next to me. I put the book on the bedside table and helped her snuggle under the covers. We had always been close, and it wasn’t unusual for her to still cuddle with her Mom or me.

She had already changed into one of her nighties that I enjoyed so much, and I could see it rode up her thighs a little as she nestled into my bed. I swear I could almost see her sexy young ass poke out the bottom before I covered her up with my blankets. My daughter lay on her side with her back to me, wriggling backwards until our bodies touched and I wrapped an arm around her belly, hugging her tightly.

“Mmm, Daddy, you give the best goodnight cuddles!” She said to me, wriggling a little bit more in our embrace. I should have been more careful, but I wasn’t. Because of all her moving about, her young ass was rubbing on my crotch. I couldn’t help it- she was such a beautiful girl, wearing such a sexy nightie. My body reacted as you’d expect it too, and I could feel that familiar feeling of a slight tingle the moments before full arousal.

Like I said, I should have done something to stop it all from happening, but I gave in to my desires. I could hear my breathing becoming more shallow and rapid, and I held my daughter close with one hand, the other absent mindedly stroking her gorgeous, silky hair. I felt me cock begin to grow, and my sexy daughter only made it do so more rapidly. She shifted about, trying to get comfortable, not realising what was growing between us. In no time at all, my erection was straining against the flimsy fabric of my boxers, poking into my daughter’s behind.

“Daddy, are you ok?” she asked innocently. Her question snapped me out of my enjoyment for a moment.

“Umm, yes sweetie. Why do you ask?” was my nervous reply.

“Well, you’re breathing funny.” I assured her I was ok and asked her to stop moving about so much. “But I’m uncomfortable, Daddy, something is sticking into me...” I froze. I know I should have realised that she would feel it, and I don’t know why I was so surprised that she did. What happened next really shocked me, though.

My daughter reached back behind her, fishing in between us. Then her hand came to rest on the bulge in my boxers! It twitched at her touch, and I jerked back suddenly, her hand moving away quickly in surprise at my sudden movement.

“What was that, Daddy?” She asked incredulously, rolling over to face me. Her eyes were wide with wonder and curiosity, not having encountered an aroused man before.

I stuttered and stammered a bit, embarrassed that I had been busted enjoying my own daughter’s body like that. “Uhh, nothing, sweetie... Don’t worry about it.” I tried to brush her off. I knew it wouldn’t work, my daughter always loved to follow up her curiosities.

“But I felt something Daddy. Something was poking me, and it was in your pants! Wasn’t it? What is it, Daddy?” She continued to interrogate me.

I shook my head, still trying to stop her line of questioning but knowing I was running out of time, reasons and impetus. “Forget about it sweetie, let me give you a cuddle goodnight. We should be off to sleep.” I had almost got away with it, when stupidly I added, “It’s something for grownups. Something for your Mommy.”

That only piqued her interest even more. “Only for adults! I’m all grown up, Daddy! I’m not a little kid anymore!” She had become insulted that I would treat her that way. Then she put on her cutest, pleading face which she knew I was unable to resist. “Please, Daddy? Show me what it was?” I looked at her and I couldn’t help it. I was so turned on, and her puppy dog act only made me want her even more.

I couldn’t speak for a moment, my mouth dry with excitement. I cleared my throat and began nervously, “Umm, ok, sweetie. I can see you’re not going to let this go. But this isn’t something I should show you. You’re not allowed to tell anyone, understand? Not even your mom. Ok?” She nodded her head in acknowledgement, so I continued. I pulled the covers away from us, and once again had a great view of my daughter’s young body, barely covered by her night clothes.

Her eyes roamed down my body and locked on to the front of my boxers, my erection still straining against the thin fabric. “Are you sure you really want to see?” I asked. Her eyes never moved from my crotch. She just bit her lip in excitement and nodded again. With that, I grabbed the top of my boxers and pulled them down.

My daughter gasped in amazement as my hard, thick cock jumped from beneath the elastic, finally free. I slid my boxers all the way off and lay naked next to her, my erection sticking out from my body. I watched her reaction, and eyed her sexy young body.

“Wow Daddy! Is that your penis?” she asked, and I confirmed her suspicions. “Why is it hard like that? Why was it poking me?” the questions continued, ...

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