Chapter 1

When the divorce was final Laney moved in with me and away from her cold-hearted mother. I had full custody now. My plan all along was to have my daughter to myself. My fourteen-year-old Laney was all mine now. When she moved into my house, I had no idea how quickly our physical relationship would blossom.

I had sexual fantasies about her for years, but now with her mom out of the picture these fantasies might come true. Of course, nothing would be forced. That wouldn’t work. She had to want it as badly as I did. In the privacy of our home, we could experience physical things a father and daughter were forbidden to do. Forbidden by society? Religion? Yes. We had already been doing things that crossed the line, which I will tell you about in subsequent chapters. We were writing our own rules of engagement the moment she moved in with me. And it was nobody’s damn business any way.

Young Laney leaned into me during my marriage breakdown. She was not mothered well. They were never close. Not like we were. The divorce made her feel anxious and insecure as it would any young girl. It was my job to build up her confidence in herself and feel loved and protected.

On the first night she moved in she asked me to be in the bathroom when she took her bath. I have to admit that it surprised and aroused me. It was her idea and might have been somewhat innocent on her part. A part of me knew that but still had doubts that she was thinking sexually. We, by that point, had some erotic experiences her mom would not have approved of. I will explain later.

Her body had been changing the past months following summer. The tight tops she wore revealed she had large nipples. I was already attracted to her body and the way she teased me. When her mom was gone, she would often walk around the house in just panties and a short tee shirt. She liked her daddy’s attention. She got it! Watching her started to fuel my sexual fantasies. Did she know the effect she had on me as a man? At first, I wasn’t sure of that. I couldn’t help imagining us having sex. When I fucked her mom all I thought about was Laney. And when I shot my load into her pussy, I imagined it was Laney’s pussy. Perverse, right? Guilty as charged!

I got her bubble bath going and called to her when it was ready. I didn’t expect she’d take her clothes off in front of me. But she did. (“I’m her dad,” I kept reminding myself. This is okay to do. It’s natural.”)

Laney’s nude body was slender and long legged. My eyes were glued to her large, pink, puffy nipples! I finally got to see them! I have a thing for pointy, puffy nipples. Hers were beautiful. Gorgeous. Seeing the beginnings of breasts was exciting for me.

Below her flat stomach was a thin sheen of light brown pubic hair. I could see her pussy lips clearly. I was speechless. My mouth was dry. I swallowed hard. I felt flush from the excitement of this situation. Laney smiled and didn’t act concerned. She put one hand on my shoulder and stepped into the bath. I’d been sitting next to the tub on a foot stool. She got settled down in the bubbles. Above the bubbles, I had a clear view of her chest. Her nipples were hard now. This was pure eye candy!

She asked me to wash her. She must have been reading my mind! I didn’t want to use a washcloth. This was my first move, part of my seduction plan. I intended on fucking her--not that night--but at some point. Time was on our side. My fantasy could be a reality.

I soaped my hands and washed her neck and back. Her skin felt smooth and silky. I hesitated when I got closer to her chest. I looked at her for some sign of approval and she looked at me like, “What are you waiting for Daddy?” So, I slowly moved my soapy hands over her nipples. It felt nice--really nice. I thought to myself, “I’m going directly to Hell for this!”.

I took my time “washing” her now-hard nipples, even going as far as tugging and stretching them. She seemed to like what I was doing. This was arousing her. As much as I was excited doing this, I knew that it was inappropriate for a father to be doing this to his teen daughter. Yet, it felt right.

I justified this as a bonding and a healing from the years of damage her mother had caused us both. Laney was consenting to this. Had she not, I would not have continued.

I washed her stomach. Next was her pussy. I asked her to stand up so I could wash it. I wanted to see what I was washing. She stood up like a princess, nude, water dripping down off her nubile pre-breasts and pointy nipples. There I was, my face only six inches from her pussy. There was a thin growth of pubic hair that practically disappeared when moistened from the bath water. I had a clear view of her beautiful, vertical, tight lips, and swollen clitoral hood.

I washed its contours with my soapy fingers, gently, dragging the underside of my thumb up between her pussy lips, opening them up, revealing its pink insides. She parted her legs to let me get access. That was a good sign. I was throbbing hard now. I knew she could see it bursting to break out of my tight pants while she stood. She didn’t say anything. Her eyes did. They did a lot of talking.