Chapter 1

I can still remember the day it first happened. I’d come home early from work because of a block-wide power outage. I normally tried to be back in time for supper, to save grief from my wife, Adina, and this was the first time I’d been home in the afternoon for years.

It was a beautiful sunny day, and I could see that Megan was in the garden. Even at fourteen, she was an incredibly athletic, determined, and dedicated child, and her latest obsession was gymnastics.

I decided to take my paper outside and sit in the sun to read it. Megan was surprised and delighted to see me, and insisted on showing me her prowess: cartwheels, handsprings, tumbles, and handstands.

She was wearing a plain yellow bikini, although it was more of a crop top and tight shorts, and that was the first time that I really noticed her darling little breasts, probably only an A cup, but incredibly cute and perky. My little girl was growing up, I was amazed to realize. I also saw that her hips and butt were filling out a little, no longer so boyish but a lovely rounded shape. That was the moment that my penis began to swell.

I guess that I should have felt guilty or ashamed, but all I could think about was how beautiful she was, as I got harder and harder, and more and more excited, staring avidly at her still innocent, but now incredibly sexy little body.

Megan loved having an audience, and her gyrations were making her bikini bottoms ride up into her ass crack. Her perfect cheeks, bone-white in stark comparison to the rest of her honey-brown skin, were gorgeous. I sat there, my newspaper largely ignored, as I imagined what it would feel like to press my face between them, to pull them aside and feast on her little puckered hole.

I hadn’t been so hard in years, and, under the cover of the paper, I surreptitiously rubbed my erection. I was actually not far from cumming when Adina called us in to eat. I delayed as long as I dared, but I was still hard as I went into the kitchen. I swear that Adina looked directly at it, but she said nothing.

The next morning, Megan was late getting ready, and I went up to her room to see what was keeping her. When I opened the door, she had her back to me and was wearing only a pair of white panties. I was erect almost instantly.

“What’s the hold-up, Megan?” I asked, sitting down on the bed and gazing longingly at her beautiful, almost naked body.

“Daddy,” she whined, turning round to face me. “I’ve got no clothes on!” But she made no attempt to cover up her small breasts or her sweet little nipples. I licked my lips as I fantasized about kissing and sucking them.

“You’re late,” I explained, as my eyes roamed over her flawless skin and drank in every tiny detail. “Hurry up,” I added, while silently praying she’d do nothing of the kind. Her panties were quite thin and stretched tight over her plump mound, and I thought that I could just make out the shape of her neat slit.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle wickedly at me as she just stood there watching me, watching her. “OK,” she said cheerfully finally, and, bless her little heart if the next thing she put on wasn’t her little white ankle socks, bending over to do so, and giving me a simply wonderful view of her butt.

For the second time, I masturbated at the sight of my own daughter, only snatching my hand away at the last second before she caught me.

She turned around and smiled at me as she slipped her white bra over her shoulders. “Do you like watching me getting changed?” she asked.

“I do. Very much,” I confessed, smiling back.

“So do I,” she giggled. I couldn’t believe it! She liked me watching her!

“Maybe--” I began, and then stopped, panicking that I was going too far.

“What?” she asked.

I steeled myself for disappointment. “Maybe, you could wait to get changed out of your school uniform until I get home?”

She looked at me strangely, her head cocked to one side. “OK,” she said happily. She walked over to me and stood mere inches away. Her cotton-clad pussy was right in front of my face and I could now see a few tiny dark hairs through the thin material. I wanted so, so much to move forward, just a little, and kiss it.

“You’re funny, Daddy,” she said fondly, kissing the top of my head. “But I think I’d like that.”

She turned on the spot, so now it was her butt within easy kissing distance of my lips. I was literally trembling with arousal.

“Megan! Where are you?!” my wife screamed up the stairs. I watched sadly as Megan pulled on her skirt and then her blouse.

All during my day at work, visions of Megan’s chubby pussy, her firm butt cheeks, and her tiny nipples would pop into my mind at the most inopportune moments, and I spent half of the day nursing a semi.

That night, my wife gave us both suspicious looks when Megan was still in her school uniform over supper.

We watched TV together, although I confess I wasn’t paying much attention: Megan was constantly fidgeting in her chair, and every time she did, my gaze was drawn to the top of her legs. Several times I got peeks at the crotch of her white panties, and I was desperate to see more.

“Time you were in bed, Megan,” Adina announced eventually. Megan grumbled as usual, but perked up when I said, “I think I’ll call it a night too. I’m exhausted.” Adina always liked to read for a while before going up to bed, so I knew I’d have at least a little time alone with Megan.

We kissed our goodnights and then I followed Megan up the stairs. I swear she deliberately swayed her hips as she went up, and my view of her sweet buttocks was to die for.

We went into her room, and she was out of her skirt and blouse in seconds. I sat on the bed and watched her as she fussed about, constantly glancing at me, as if to check I was still looking at her.

“What are you doing, Dad?” she asked coyly over her shoulder as I admired her ass for the umpteenth time.

“I’m looking at my beautiful daughter,” I began, which earned me a grin, “in her cute little white panties,” and the grin got wider, “and her gorgeous ass.”

“Daddy!” she squealed, seemingly horrified. “You can’t say... ‘ass’ to me. I’m only fourteen!” But she looked delighted and even shook it at me a little.

Then we both heard Adina downstairs emptying the dishwasher, and Megan slipped a nightie on and jumped into bed. By the time my wife came up, all looked innocent, but she still glared at us dubiously before going to our room.

I was still hard when I followed her, but luckily, she was in bed with her back to me, so she couldn’t see. In bed, I fondled her ass, which she pretended not to enjoy, and then I spooned behind her, resting my erection between her butt cheeks.

“If you must,” she said irritably, but she turned over onto her back and pulled her nightie up. It was the first time we’d fucked in a couple of weeks and, well, we made quite a lot of noise. All the time that I was fucking her though, I was thinking about Megan in the next room, knowing that she’d be able to hear us, and imagining it was her pussy that I was fucking. In my enthusiasm, Adina actually had an orgasm, and she even showed a little fondness toward me afterward.

The next morning, I again went to chase Megan up, even though she wasn’t really late, and again my sweet girl was in just her bra and panties. She was fussing with her school books, bending over to put them in her bag, and again her perfect butt cheeks took my breath away.

I guess I was too engrossed in the sight because suddenly Adina’s voice came from the doorway, “What are you two doing?”

“Just chatting,” I replied, trying to sound casual, as if being in the room with my near-naked daughter was the most natural thing in the world. She looked daggers at both of us, and I was sure that she was going to go ballistic.

“Well, there’s to be no touching,” was all she said before she stamped off. My God! She was OK with it! She was going to let me carry on! I couldn’t have been happier, and I went over to Megan and cupped her tiny ass with my hand.

“Hey, no touching,” she said, jumping away. Oh, fuck! Why did she have to pick up on that?

The thing was though, I looked into Megan’s eyes and I saw the exact same excitement that I was feeling, she was clearly just as elated that Adina was OK with our games as I was.

“No touching,” she repeated warningly as she approached me again. And then she stood up on her tip-toes and leaned her head back, asking for a kiss. I bent my head down and pressed my lips to hers. The passion with which she kissed me surprised me and inflamed me almost as much as her near-nakedness. When she finally broke the kiss, she carried on getting dressed, and it was several seconds before I could speak.

“So, kissing is OK?” I asked breathlessly.

“Silly Daddy,” she replied, giggling. “Of course, kissing is OK. We’ve been kissing since ... like, forever.”

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” I told her, feeling my chin wobble as I was overcome with my feelings for her.

“I love you too, Daddy,” she said, looking at me fondly for several seconds with her head tilted to one side, “but I’ve gotta go.”

As she hurried from the room, the sight of the back of her bare legs reminded me of the raging erection between my legs. I looked at my watch, wondering if I had time for a quickie in the bathroom, but I saw with regret that it was too late. I adjusted my cock to try to make it less obvious and followed her downstairs.

That night, I again followed her up to bed, a tightness in my gut caused by worry that maybe she might have tired of our fun. But she squealed happily when I went into her room, taking off her skirt and blouse straight away.

“Do you like me looking at you in just your underwear, baby girl?” I asked her, hard almost instantly.

“I love it,” she replied, smiling. “It makes me feel ... naughty and ... sexy, and I love the way you look at me. It’s almost like you want to eat me up.”

Oh, God - she had no idea! But knowing that she loved it had lifted a weight from me that I hadn’t even realized I was feeling: the fear that I was making her do something that she didn’t really want to. I was ecstatic. “I can’t help it, sweetheart, you’re so, so beautiful.” She loved that and began posing like a fashion model, looking unbelievably cute. I was so fucking hard that it hurt, and I desperately wanted to touch myself, but I was terrified that I might go too far and freak her out and spoil things. So I just sat there as she chatted away, leaking precum into my underwear, terribly frustrated, but about as happy as I’d ever been.

Then Adina almost scared us both to death by banging on the door and screaming, “That’s enough, you two!”

We looked at each other in panic, worried that she might come in. But she just carried on, and we heard the door to our bedroom closing. Our worried expressions turned to smiles as we realised that once again, she didn’t seem to mind what we were up to.

I watched a little sadly as she pulled a nightie on and jumped into bed. I sat next to her and kissed her, and again it was very far from a fatherly kiss. I promised myself that when we had a little more time I would see if she liked French kissing.

“Night, night, baby girl. I love you.”