Part 2

Victor stared at the clock, his eyes heavy with fatigue. The digital numbers blurred as they ticked 12 PM. He had been working all morning, trying to finish up the last of the paperwork before the deadline. His mind, however, was not with the spreadsheets and numbers, but elsewhere.

Two sentences whispered through his thoughts: “What would happen if...” and “I can’t let myself...”

The memory of a few nights before played on a loop in his mind. He’d been drawn to the soft, laundered fabric of his fourteen year old daughter Kim’s panties, damp from her youthful arousal, and the forbidden fruit of her virginity had seemed to call out to him. Then Kim’s voice pierced the silence as she bounced into the room, her eyes sparkling with innocent excitement.

“Daddy, can I go swimming?” she chirped, her blonde pigtails bobbing as she spoke. The sight of her in her tiny pink bikini was more than he could bear, the flimsy material barely containing the beginnings of her budding breasts.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he managed to reply, his voice strained. “But you know you can go unsupervised.” Kim’s eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands together.

“Yay! Thank you, Daddy!” she exclaimed, planting a kiss on his cheek before darting out of the room to grab her goggles and floaties.

The sun beat down on his bare back as he stepped outside, the scent of chlorine hung in the air, a reminder of the innocence he was supposed to protect. He walked over to the small inflatable pool, ensuring that the water was at the right temperature and the floaties were within reach. His eyes followed the curve of Kim’s body as she skipped towards the water, the material of her bikini stretching tightly over her little butt. He sat in a lounge chair in front of the pool, his gaze remained on her, his thoughts a whirlwind of temptation.

He watched as she dipped her toe in, the cool water causing her to giggle. The sound was music to his ears. Kim’s laughter grew as she eased herself into the water, her limbs splashing playfully. She was so carefree, so oblivious to the internal battle her father was waging. Why did she have to be so alluring? He took a sip from the cold beer by his side.

As she bent over to pick up a floating toy, her bikini bottom clung to the delicate folds of her pussy, the fabric molding to the outline of her innocence. The sight was tantalizing to Victor. He knew he should look away, but his eyes were glued to the scene before him. He felt his cock stir in his shorts. The water glistened on her skin, and he imagined his own hands tracing the path of the droplets as they made their way down her body. Her bathing suit top had become transparent in the water, revealing her hardened nipples, which stood erect like two tiny pebbles. He could see the faint outline of her areolae, a shade darker than the surrounding flesh.

The backyard was surrounded by high privacy fences, a feature he had once appreciated for the seclusion it provided from the prying eyes of the neighbors. Now, as he thought there was a way for him to get a release, Victor’s eyes darted around the perimeter of the yard.

“Sweetheart,” he called out. “Your bathing suit seems too small for you. It’s probably not comfortable.”

Kim looked over at him, a puzzled expression on her face.

“You’ve grown so much, and it looks like it’s bothering you.” Victor said. “Why don’t you take it off and we’ll get you a new one when we go shopping tomorrow?”

Her eyes widened with excitement at the mention of shopping. Without a moment’s hesitation, she tugged at the strings of her bikini top, letting it fall away from her small chest. She stepped out of her bottoms, her young pussy on full display. Victor felt his cock throb, the fabric of his shorts growing taut around it. He had to bite his tongue to keep from groaning out loud.

“Okay, Daddy,” she said, her voice as sweet and pure as an angel’s. “It’s much better now!” She giggled, splashing water onto her bare chest and watching the droplets dance over her nipples.