It’s early. My wife, Misty, is safely deep in our bed. Weekends are her days to sleep late.

I walk into the kitchen. Riley is making breakfast for both of us, it’s a Saturday thing. I stand in the door and watch. I’m so very proud of her, she’s a gymnast. Graduated at the top of her class last week, off to college in the fall- a full scholarship. Man, I’m gonna miss her. Her older brother is at the same school.

As Riley moves, I can see the Carter’s cotton undies under her long tee. She’s really too old for kids’ panties, but she likes them. My youngest daughter has become kind of an issue for me. It started at her eighteenth birthday party, right after she graduated. Suddenly I saw the mature young lady, not the little girl. Those were thoughts that I kept to myself.

My daughter has been more affectionate this summer. I need to ask, not that I should, but I figure it’s because she knows she’s leaving the nest. Misty and I will have the place to ourselves and, if we can get her medical stuff sorted, we can go back to fucking.

I step behind my daughter in the dimly lit kitchen. Usually, I put my hands on her shoulders. In a fit of self-indulgence, I put my hands just above her perfect hips; I can feel the waistband of those cotton briefs.

Riley stops, puts the knife down, and leans back into me, letting me know it’s okay. I squeeze her hips. Riley’s head lands on my chest. It’s funny, she’s five-foot even, me, six-two, former college swimmer.

“Gonna miss you Dad-O.” Her nickname for me.

“Not as much as I’ll miss you, Muffin.” Call her that because when she was little, she devoured blueberry muffins.

Riley puts her tiny, strong hands on mine and slides my hands around her, tracking the waistband of her panties. She crosses them in front of her, sighs, and presses back into me.

“You make me feel so safe, so loved.”

She jumps, pushing me away, “Yikes! Dad-O, go sit, I nearly burned your omelet.”

As I sit, I notice that hugging her has gotten my cock going. I pull under the table.

The plate clatters, the coffee mug is filled, and my little girl is done. As she turns and takes the two steps to the kitchen table, I can’t help but notice her teacup breasts, nipples hard, poking out the worn cotton of that tee shirt. She’s oblivious.

As I dine, Riley talks.

“College is going to be so different. I’ve been a gym rat forever; I don’t have any social skills.”

I laugh, “Yeah, kid, nobody loves you. Not that mob of eight girls that descend on this house every month.”

She laughs back, “That’s different, it’s all girls.”

I sense a deeper issue. “You lost me.”

I put my fork down and take a long sip of coffee, looking at my daughter staring off. Something’s coming.

Riley turns to face me, sighs, “I’m a virgin, Dad.”

So, in the next second, I blushed, I’m sure, and then had the fleeting image of my petite daughter under the hulking shape of some college guy, her trim legs wrapped around his as he drove himself into her, taking her virginity like a caveman. Then, that gauzy image of a boy became me. I shook my head to clear that thought.

“Muffin, I really didn’t need to know that.”

I get a nervous laugh back, “Yeah, kinda an overshare, but you’re so cool, I didn’t think you’d mind. Can I ask when you...?”

So, we were there, talking sex, “Well, I was around your age.” Now to get this off me losing my virginity to my best friend’s married mother.

“So, none of the guys in your school ask you out? I can’t believe that. You’re smart, cute, funny, and disobedient, perfect for a teenage boy.”

Riley smiled and got up, taking my plate to the sink, and turning back, “Move back, Dad.”

My penis was currently behaving, and safely behind the loose wall of my cotton boxers. I moved my chair back and Riley sat on my lap, facing me, hasn’t done that in years and I missed it, but now it filled my mind with adult thoughts, which I sublimated.

“Cute, Dad-O, especially the disobedient part, so not true.”

She settled, her bare thighs touching mine, her small breasts pressed against my shirtless chest, those firm nipples poking me. She shifted, and now I could feel her mound sitting against my currently soft cock.

“I spend so much time in the gym, they never have a chance to ask. Oh, but if I wanted a girl, I’d be all set.”

Me faking ignorance, “What do you mean?’

Riley, giving me the village idiot look, “Hell, Dad, half the team is having sex with the other half, and I wouldn’t be surprised that coach is involved.”

“Um, that’s illegal and sounds a bit much.”

My daughter shifted again, moving her hips forward on me, triggering the image of the lap dance I got last week, had the same effect too.

“Okay, not half the team, but I’m sure coach is involved with Janet.”

Janet is a so-so gymnast and a worse student. Nearly nineteen, she’s making a career out of high school.

“You know this how? No, wait. I don’t want to know.”

Riley, who I’m sure can feel my growing penis, gives me a wicked smile, “Oh, I bet you do, Dad-O. I’ve seen you look at both of them.”

Guilty as charged. Janet is tall, lean, and impossibly blond with ice-blue eyes and a nice set of tits. Coach, Barbara is her name, is about my age, mid-five-foot, incredibly fit and has gorgeous tattoos. I assumed she was a lesbian, and, even if she wasn’t, I’d never hit on her, but I sure had a lot of stroking over that body. Riley shifted again, to get me out of my lusty daydream. I was hard now, my daughter said nothing, but she was doing ‘that motion.’ Not sure if it was intentional.

“I was late in the gym one night and saw them making out in her office.”

My daughter had her hands on my shoulders, smiling at me as she made these subtle shifts of her trim hips. I put my hands on her waist, accidentally pushing up her tee and feeling her warm, smooth skin and the thin band of those panties. I was loving this, and my shame was fading. After all, she knows what’s going on, right?

“Yeah, well, that would indicate a possible relationship. That’s it?”

“Well, I left as Janet slid her hand down the front of Coaches, shorts.”

My cock flinched, Riley gave me an all too knowing smirk, “I think you like that image.”

“Okay, kid-O, time to get going. You’ve got practice.”

Riley got up, gave my boner a quick glance. “I cooked, so you clean.” She said as she left.

As the front door closed behind my daughter, I was in the downstairs bathroom, my boxers gone, naked and masturbating, envisioning our little interlude this morning, but with both of us naked and me deep inside Riley. I came so hard, it hurt.

Back in my boxers, working my second cup of coffee in post-orgasmic clarity, I went over what happened this morning. Riley had been more tactile lately, but today was way more. I read plenty of Reddit posts about dads and daughters. Okay probably a lot of fakes, but I know some of them are true. I contacted a couple of guys. I’ll just say they sent proof and leave it at that, so I know it happens and I know, for some, it works. One guy said it’s just showing love on a deeper level. No babies involved or getting married, just two consenting adults enjoying each other sexually. Yeah, me on a very long dry spell does not help. But the plan was, do nothing. Can’t get safer than that, right?

Sunday morning. I wore those same loose cotton boxers, as I always do. I heard Riley in the kitchen as I came downstairs and turned the corner.

Today, for the first time, the long tee shirt was now a crop top, chopped off tee shirt, barely enough to cover her cute breasts. But, still wearing those cotton briefs, little Unicorns on a white background, a bit snug now as she’s really too big for them. Her back to me I took a second to admire how the fabric framed her perfect round, firm butt. Fuck, I was already getting hard.

I stepped up behind her, like I always do, and put my hands on the smooth warm skin of her hips, feeling that thin band of elastic under my fingers and catching a familiar scent that I’d only gotten from her mom.

Riley slid the pan off the burner, sighed, and leaned back into me, placing her hands over mine.

“I didn’t sleep much last night.”

“Sorry, Muffin. What’s up? Nervous about college?”

She clenched her hands, squeezing mine, “Kinda. I, uh, want to ask you something, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”

“Well, I’m an adult, and your dad, and a very understanding guy. As long as it isn’t arranging a marriage between you and some drug dealer, I can handle it. You decide.”

Riley gently gripped my finger. Seeming like idle toying, she pointed it down, pressing it against the warm cotton of her briefs. Under my finger, through the thin fabric, I felt curly hair. Misty told me once that all the gymnasts shaved, the costume and all. Now, Riley is letting her pubic hair grow out. I let my finger move slightly, tactfully accepting her offer and visualizing. Riley is a dark blond but she has very thick, dark eyebrows. In my experience, eyebrows equal pubic hair, so my filthy mind pictured a nice dark bush.

Standing in the low light of our kitchen, the heat of the stove warming us. My daughter pressed back against me, her tight butt up against my growing erection, her small hands over mine, pressing my hands on the fabric of those panties, just below the waistband. We were both breathing deeply.

Riley whispered, “I have decided, Dad. I guess I just need to take a chance and ask.”

My daughter put her right hand on the back of mine. She paused and, as she spoke, moved my hand lower.

“I want my father to make me a woman.”

“I’m your father, baby. I’ve already done too much.”

I gently disengaged, picked up my coffee mug, and sat down, both of us ignoring my hard cock behind its lame wall of cotton.

Riley turned back to the stove, finishing my breakfast. She plated the food, turned, and placed it in front of me. I could smell her excitement and her nipples were still rigid. She sat at the table across from me.

“You two told me about Mom’s medical stuff. You left out the part where you haven’t fucked in months.”

“That’s a bit coarse, young lady.”

Riley sighed, “Okay, made love.”

“And how do you know this?”

My daughter bit her lip and fidgeted in her chair, “One night I was up late and when I went to my room, I heard you two. After that, I figured out your pattern.”

My omelet was fantastic, with a side of dangerous sex talk, “Aaaaannnnddddd?”

The words came out fast and guilty, “I’d listen at your door.”

Now I crossed a line, couldn’t resist, “And?”

An exasperated sigh of defeat, “I masturbated, standing in the hallway outside your door, naked, rubbing my clit, coming all over the carpet. Happy now?”

“Well, you wanted an adult conversation, right?”

“Yeessssss.”

“So, my mature daughter, what is the point of all this?”

Riley sat and stared at me for a few seconds.

“Out with it, Muffin. You started this, now see it through.”

“I was out with a few girls from the team. On a dare, we went to that strip club.”

A cold chill ran over me. I knew exactly where she meant. I’d been ‘visiting’ a woman there to work off my sexual frustrations.

Riley didn’t wait for me to respond, “So, yes, I saw you there and I saw you with that young girl on your lap and I saw her riding you with your hands on her tits, and, yes I saw you go in back with her.”

I blushed, stupid right? Like I got caught looking at dirty books.

“I’m sorry, Muffin. I should have been more discrete.”

She shrugged, “Dad-O who would think their eighteen-year-old daughter would be in a club like that. I get it, but, Dad, it’s dangerous.”

“Well, this is not how I thought my Sunday morning would go.”

Riley smiled, “Yeah, bit of a bomb, huh? So, why?”

I leaned back, took a sip of coffee, “First of all, may I assume our conversation will remain with the two of us?”

“Of course, Dad-O.”

“Your mom and I had a very good sex life, as you know. We are both adventurous and have few boundaries, I’m not going to say more. Her medical problems are tough, but not permanent. However, I have felt very...”

“Horny?” Riley said, with a fat grin.

“Not the word I would have chosen, but it will do. Over the years, I’ve had women offer themselves to me, all wives of friends. I won’t do that. The outcome would be awful, but I have needs and, I am only a man, so if I didn’t do something, I knew I’d do something really stupid. So that is where Jenny comes in.

“The hooker?”

I sighed, “Yes, I guess. But it was what I needed, sexual release without problems.”

“Until your daughter, or somebody else, sees a young girl rubbing on your boner in a club.” My daughter giving me a teasing smile, enjoying my discomfort way too much.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Riley got up and leaned over to take my plate, giving me my first view of her petite, adult, breasts, “Yes, father, I am. I am loving having an adult conversation with you.”

As she stepped to the sink, she spoke, “I love you, Dad. I trust you. I don’t want your babies, don’t want to wreck your life with Mom. Actually, this will help both of us.”

I didn’t need an explanation. I got up and moved behind her. She stopped and stood there. She pressed back against me, her tight butt up against my erection. I put my hands on her flat belly, my pinkies touching the waistband. We were both breathing deeply.

“It won’t be forever, Dad. Just this summer. Mom’s getting better, by the time I go to college she’ll be wanting this cock,” She pushed her butt back.

My daughter placed her right hand over mine gently gripping and moving it lower.

All sensation became intense. Her warmth, the scent of her body wash and shampoo, her body, feeling hot now, against mine. My full erection nestled in the cleft of her bottom, and now, my right hand being guided lower over those worn cotton undies. Now I could feel her mound. I spread my fingers, letting my pinky and index finger to the outside and my middle two over the center, cupping my daughter’s warm, sex through the sodden cotton. Riley shook as she moved my hand lower. I put my mouth to her ear.

“You need to think and be sure. What do you want?”

Riley moved my hand lower until my fingers were between her spread legs. Her little-girl panties were soaked and my nose filled with her lust scent.

“I want it all. Everything. I’m ready.”

I pressed my middle finger up, feeling her vagina in full flower, pressing the wet fabric up inside her. She gasped, “Nobody has ever touched me there.”

My left hand slid up her body, under the crop top and gently grasped her modest breast, pinching the hard nub of her nipple as I pushed cotton inside her.

“Dad, I just came.” She rasped, shaking in my arms.

Riley turned, my hands reluctantly disengaging. As she settled against my chest, pressing her mound against the bulge of my erection, I put my hands on her lower back.

“Inside, Dad, hold my butt.”

She looked up into my eyes as my fingers trailed over her soft skin feeling the elastic. I paused and looked at her.

“Please?” She whispered.

I slipped my fingers under the band, going where no dad was supposed to go. Riley sighed and held me tighter as I let my hands slide lower, the elastic moving over the back of my hands reminding me of what I was doing. Her ass was so small that my hands covered her round, firm cheeks. Her skin was so warm and soft. Looking down at the little Unicorns on those cotton panties. The woman and the young lady, all in one.

Leaning over, my mouth next to her ear, “You feel so good Muffin.”

Pressing her mound against my bulge, ‘You’ve thought about me—like that?”

I paused, caught. Her hand slid between us, and touched my bulge, “It’s okay, Dad-O, I’ve masturbated thinking of you.”

I looked into her eyes, angled my head, she put a finger to my lips, “Not yet. Wait until the day.”

I kissed her forehead.

“Touch me, Father.”

I moved my right index finger into her cleft and slowly moved down over the curve of her butt. We were both panting and now, sweating. She opened her legs more as my finger passed over her star into the wet confines of my daughter’s vagina. She quivered.

“Fuck, dad, I came. It was a good one.”

“We can do better. Turn around.”

I pulled my wet fingers out and turned her around.

“Should I get naked?”

“No, baby, too dangerous. Lean back.”

My daughter pressed her body back into mine as I put my right hand on her belly, my fingers touching her waistband. I moved my hand lower, over the fabric, loving the feel of her through the cotton. She put her hands on my forearms and squeezed. “I love you, Dad-O”

I was cupping her wet sex over the fabric now. My body shook with the intensity. I clenched my hand. Her fingers dug into my arm, “So fuckin’ good.” She whispered. Now I felt it. A hard nub. My daughter has a very big clitoris. My cock flinched at the image.

My pinky found the leg opening and slipped under, she gasped as my finger touched her sparse pubic hair and then wetness. Now, I moved the gusset aside and exposed her pussy. Cupping her breast with my left hand touching the nipple, I slid my second finger inside her. I felt the flow.

“You made me cum again.”

“It’ll get better, way better,” I said as I moved my finger in, tracing the front of her vagina, feeling the pubic bone, and now, that spot just behind it.

“Ready?” I whispered.

Riley was shaking in my arms, “Do it. Whatever it is, just do it.”

In one motion, I pressed my thumb against her long clitoris, pinched her nipple and pressed and rubbed her G-spot.

Her eyes went wide, panicked. She looked around, grabbed the dish towel, and shoved it in her mouth.

A muffled howl and a flood of her cum followed. I kept rubbing and pinching and my daughter kept cumming. It ran all over my hand and down her leg. Her small body shook and quivered. She howled into that towel until her hand moved down and pushed mine away.

I disengaged and Riley sank to the floor, sitting in the puddle she had created, looking up at me.

“No wonder mom howls so much. What is that?”

I reached down and helped her up. She hugged me as I explained, “That’s your G-spot. Most women can’t reach their own.”

“I’ve never cum like that.”

“Yeah, it’s the big one.”

“No shit,” she said, “So, we gonna do this?”

I hugged her, “No. We’ve gone too far already. We both need to cool down and think about this.”

Riley looked down at my bulge and then up at me, “Okay, on one condition.”

“Which is?”

Riley pressed her mound against my bulge, “I get to be Jenny. Go sit down.”

I sat, knowing I shouldn’t, but too fucking horny to care.

I sat. My daughter stood in front of me, checking out the bulge in my underwear. She said nothing, reached out, and closed my legs.

Looking into my eyes, Riley straddled my legs and sat, sliding closer until I felt her mound resting on my covered cock.

“Be more fun naked.” She said, smiling.

“This is very wrong, young lady.”

Now she was shifting her hips forward and back. With just two thin layers of cotton, I could feel every contour of her pubis.

“Just two consenting adults, Dad-O.”

Now I could feel that hard button of her clitoris rubbing on the underside of my very needy erection.

Riley leaned on me her lips at my ear, “This feels so good. I’m gonna cum all over you, Dad.”

I knew I would be right there. I was fighting the urge now.

Riley picked up the pace, rubbing recklessly on me. Then I noticed. Her movements had worked my cock out of the fly of my boxers. I groaned at the feeling of my naked erection rubbing on those cotton panties, feeling that hard nub of teenage clit.

Riley made a big ‘O’ face, pressed her mound down onto me, and ground. I was there.

“I’m cumming, Muffin.” I panted as the surge rushed through me like an electric shock.

Riley, her arms clamped around my neck, furiously rubbed her clit on me then quivered. I felt the warm flood from her as my cock erupted, shooting onto those panties. We ground our bodies together as we climaxed, our cum mixing on the cotton.

I was done. I lifted my daughter off me and helped her stand. She was still shaking.

“I can’t imagine anything better than that. Is fucking more intense?”

I put my cock back into my wet boxers, “Only if you do it right.”

Riley smiled. Looking at her, I could see my cum all over the front of her panties, her soaked panties. She slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through the fabric, pressing the gusset of those panties up into her wet vagina, leering at me as she did so, “I’m gonna wear these all day, Dad. So?”

Those poor Unicorns, drowning in our climax. I smiled at my own joke. Riley nudged me, “Is that a yes?”

I pulled her to me. We hugged, I whispered, “We must take time to let the heat die down and think about this. I let this go way too far. I feel I took advantage of you. I’m not thinking clearly these days.”

“I get it, Dad. I love you.”

“Wednesday, your Mom is going to visit her mother. Between now and then you, we need to be real adult and think about this, and not while we are masturbating.”

Riley laughed, “Gotcha, Dad. That means you too.”

I stepped back, “Good girl.”

Riley put her hands on the bottom of that shirt and flipped it up, giving me my best view yet of her modest, but perfect breasts.

“Not fair,” I said.

She left the shirt up and tweaked her nipples, “Didn’t say I couldn’t.”

My cock was getting hard again. I had to leave that kitchen, or I was gonna throw my daughter up on that island and fuck her, damn the consequences. “Love ya, Muffin.”

I had a few tough days at work; in early, home late. My productivity was not helped by my need to be in a stall in the bathroom, masturbating, reliving that morning with my daughter. I reached out to some of the incest dads I met on Reddit and got mostly positive advice. One guy had the whole thing blow up on him, but his story was very different than mine. Gobsmacker35, was the most help. He was around my age, his daughter, around Riley’s when they started. She had come onto him and he fought it, eventually having the same adult conversation Riley and I had. Anyway, they are still having sex, ten years later, with her married and kids and all. It’s not very often, he said, but it’s still amazing.

I knew what I wanted to do, but I had to be sure my daughter was mature enough to handle an emotionally complex relationship like this.

Misty was up early Wednesday. She got out of bed; she sleeps naked, and I got a look at her former gymnast’s body. Almost forty and still giving me a boner just looking at her. Before, Misty shaved her pussy. When she got sick, she stopped. I looked at her furry pussy, dark blond, wispy, not quite enough to hide her vagina. She noticed and pulled the covers back, I was hard, but not just from seeing the body that I miss.

Misty smiled, “You like it this way?”

“When you’re ready, I’ll take you any way I can, but since you asked, I kinda like it shaved, but I like it this way too.”

She leaned over and put her small hand around my hard cock, “I can tell. Miss this guy. Haven’t seen him up for a long time. I haven’t been a good wife; I should at least suck this for you. Of course, now I don’t have time. I’m getting better, Jack, and when I am, you’re taking some vacation time.”

Misty released my cock, went to her drawer, and got out her panties. She came over by the bed to slide them on, “I’m getting my urges back, Jack. Not all there yet, but soon. You’ve been good.”

I reached out and caressed her pussy over the cotton fabric of her Vic’s briefs. I felt the pubic hair underneath. I couldn’t help it, I thought of Riley. Misty purred, “Miss that. Love ya guy.” She finished dressing and was out the door, saying over her shoulder, “Have a fun day.”

I lay in bed until I heard Riley downstairs. I didn’t know if she was going to get into my bed or what. I knew what I wanted to do, and I was almost positive that my daughter did, but I had insisted we think about it. I threw the covers off. Showtime.

Riley was making me breakfast. The toaster oven glowed over two slices of bread, the vent fan over the stove hummed as my daughter tended to the pan, naked.

I stood in the doorway and just admired my daughter. Damn, she had a nice shape. As she moved, her butt clenched, making dimples. She’d open her legs a little and I could see some of that pubic hair, nice and dark, as I thought, also just the hint of her pussy lips.

She had something in the oven and bent over to check it. I stifled a gasp. Beautiful, her pussy, framed in that dense brown hair, very wet and very open, and just over it, her star, tight and clean. My cock stuck out the fly of my boxers. It’s going to be a long and very satisfying day.

“Stop staring at your daughter’s pussy and sit down, your breakfast is ready.”

I stepped into the room, Riley, emptying the tray onto our plates, had more to say, “Today, the kitchen is a clothing-free zone.”

I smiled, slipped off my shorts over my erection, and sat down.

Riley came over with two plates, an omelet, tater tots, sausage, I stared at her pert breasts as she put the plates down, “It seems like you have decided.”

My daughter stood for a few seconds, letting me stare at her, “Yes, I have, and I have a plan for today.”

I picked up my coffee mug and took a sip, waiting. Riley sat down and picked up her fork, “First, we shower together, yours is so big. Then we go to my bed. I want the first time there so that every night, I’ll be reminded of the greatest day of my life.”

We enjoyed an interesting breakfast, talking about her grandmother and mother, how well we slept, all talking around what was to come.

Riley got up, cleared the plates and cups, and extended her hand, “Dad, are you ready?”

I got up, Riley looked down and smiled, “Mmmm, looks like you are. That’s pretty big there, Dad-O.”

I put my hand on my daughter’s perfect ass, guiding her out of the kitchen, “Not that big, kiddo, bigger than average, but not much more. I’ll be careful.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry, Dad. I’ve got a nice big dildo. I’m ready.”

The rainfall showerhead covered us in a gentle, warm drizzle. The steam system covered our forbidden bathing in an ethereal cloud. We had just entered. I hugged my naked daughter. She looked up, angled her head, “Now, Dad.”

Our lips met, the water running over our faces, my erection pressed against her firm belly. Her tongue slipped out, meeting mine, we moaned, pulled each other tighter, no words.

My hands slid down her wet body, cupping her small, round ass, my finger touching her star, she moaned again, broke our kiss, “There too?”

“Only if you want to,” I replied, letting a soapy finger just open her.

“I can’t help it. I can’t say no to you.”

My finger now one knuckle in, “Because I’m your father?”

Riley found my nipple and sucked hard, I almost came, “No, because you are my lover and my father.”

I stepped back from her, took the bottle of body wash, and slowly bathed my girl. Running my hands softly over her face, down her arms, back up, down her chest, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples.

“Killin’ me, Dad-O”

Kneeling, my hands running up her firm legs, “Jus getting’ started.”

She leaned her head back, letting the water cascade over her face as she spread her legs, presenting me with her sex.

I ran the blade of my hand along her slit, she quivered, held my head, “Lick me,” she whispered, “Please.”

I moved my face closer, feeling her soft fur against my face. My tongue extended, just touching her fat clit. Riley pushed on the back of my head, her voice a raspy growl, “Eat my fucking pussy, Dad. Make me cum.”

I did. I pursed my lips around that fat clitoris and sucked hard. Riley howled and wet my face as she climaxed. Still grinding her pussy into my face, her hands full of my hair, growling, me sucking on that clit, sliding a finger deep inside her, finding that G-spot, Riley shaking, cumming more, leaning back against the tile. My hands under her trim ass now, holding her up as I lick her pussy, reveling in the absolute wrongness. I have my face where my daughter pees. I almost laughed, Riley came again, pushed my face away, I stood, she hugged me, her face against my chest.

“It’s time, Dad. Take me to my bed.”

We stood in my bathroom and dried each other. Me running a towel over my tiny daughter, first her hair, that took a while, then her body until, on my knees, I carefully dried each foot. Riley sighed, “I had no idea how erotic little things can be. My turn.”

It was comical watching tiny Riley reaching up to dry my hair and face. She briskly worked the towel over the rest of my body and knelt to finish, her face brushing my rampant penis.