Megan almost skipped as she got closer to her house. She was so excited, she could feel things happening inside her body. She had her report card, and it was GOOD! That meant Daddy would be happy with her. And THAT meant that he'd consent to do some of those wonderful things that made her feel so good. She felt moisture begin to fill her pussy.

That pussy was part of a precious package of teenage sex that Megan didn't even know she had. She saw it in other girls, but didn't realize that she was the stuff of wet dreams. She was short, and though she was thin, she had swelling breasts and hips that gave her a much older look. Her long brown hair was straight and fell smoothly past her shoulders. Her breasts were about the size and shape of big coconuts and, at her age, were that combination of hard and soft that defies explanation.

She thought they were too small, but her daddy liked them a lot. He especially liked her nipples, which suited her just fine, because they were one part of her he was willing to play with. There were other places he'd touched, rubbed or kissed in the past, but he didn't do it very often. She smiled as she saw his car in the driveway. Good, he was already home.

Bob was washing dishes but turned around as Megan came through the door. Her face was blushed and she was breathing like she'd run some distance before getting home. But she looked excited, rather than afraid or worried. "Everything OK sweetie?" he said, wiping his hands on the dish towel.

"OH YES!" she squealed, jumping up and down. "I got ALL A's this quarter!" She pulled out the report card and shoved it toward him.

Bob groaned. He knew what this meant. Several years ago, when his daughter had been having all kinds of problems, getting in fights, her grades in the tank, he'd been desperate enough to try something he now wished he hadn't.

He knew she was in the throes of being flooded with teenage hormones and the angst of going to high school for the first time and that this world could be very scary. Not to mention the strange desires that popped up in newly awakened sexual bodies.

So Bob had started a program of rewarding Megan for doing the right things. The rewards were that he helped her use her developing body to feel good. In other words, he taught her to have orgasms. And he helped her have them if she did something especially good.

It had seemed so simple back then. A little rub here, a little lick there, a little pinch over there, and she was flopping around like a rag doll, feeling good and her good behavior was being reinforced.

But she had friends. She went on dates. She found out there was LOTS more that could be done between a man and a woman. She was still a virgin. He knew that from things he did to reward her. Their relationship was remarkably open by comparison with that of other teens and their dads. For example while he knew she wasn't on the pill, which most parents might know, he also knew she didn't trust condoms.

She told him what happened on her dates, and about how she kept the boys she went out with at arm's length for the most part. When she did let them do something to her, and then described it to him, he got hard as a rock. Those were the tough times. She was a stone fox and he'd beaten off many times after leaving her naked satisfied body in her own room.

He'd made up his mind a long time ago, though, that fantasizing was all he'd get to do.

He also knew she wanted to see his penis in the worst way. She'd been trying to see it for over a year now, but he wouldn't go that far. Somehow things had gotten a little out of his control. On the other hand, boys weren't using her for a sperm bank, like a lot of girls these days. And, they'd made these deals in the past that he had to live by now.

"And just what's it going to cost me THIS time?" he pretended to be upset. But she grinned and he couldn't keep frowning.

"Well," she said, putting one finger to her mouth. "This is the first time I got all A's two quarters in a row, so it has to be something special."

Bob groaned again under his breath. He was going to have to fight her off again. He waited for the hammer to fall.

"I want a bath," she said. "Well I want to START with a bath."

He thought. That wasn't so bad. He'd given her plenty of baths before, sliding his hands all over her slippery body, getting her off under the water with the byproduct of getting sparkling clean at the same time.

"But I want this bath to be in the shower in your bathroom," she said. Bob's shower was big enough for four or five people and there were places you could sit down and still be in the stream of water if you wanted to.

"But, honey," he said. "I'll get all wet."

"Of course you will," she said, as if explaining things to a three year old.

"I mean my clothes will get all wet," he said back.

"No, because you won't be wearing any," she said, again with exaggerated niceness in her voice.

"Sweetie, honey, you know we can't do that," he said, pleading.

"Yes we can," she said firmly. "I did especially good, so I should get an especially good treat. And that's the treat I want." She crossed her arms under her breasts and stared at him, tapping one toe.

He looked at those breasts. He could see the points of her nipples. She must have taken her bra off again on the way home. She did that all the time now, teasing him, pressing against him. It was like she wanted him to FUCK her for pity's sake!

But that couldn't be.

Girls just don't want their fathers to do that, right?

And his cock was swelling now, as he stared at her and thought about what she wanted to do. "Sweetie, really, we can't. You don't know this, but you're a beautiful girl and you have an effect on men ... even on me sometimes ... and if we did what you wanted to do it would have that effect and ... well, I'd be embarrassed..." He stopped.

She was still tapping her toe.

"Embarrassed?" she said softly. "Over an erection, Daddy? Is that what you think I don't know about? Daddy, I know you've been getting ... erect ... around me for a long time now. I'm not stupid, Daddy. I know most daddies don't do for their daughters what you do for me. That's the point, Daddy. You have been 'rewarding' me now for years, and you've taught me how to be free about my sexuality, and my pleasure and I'm really very grateful to you for that. I don't feel embarrassed about being horny around YOU, Daddy. Why do you feel embarrassed about being horny around ME?"

Bob was flustered. She was so direct about things. And it was really his fault. He'd taught her to be that way. After her mother left he had to be both mother and father and she had to be able to talk to him about ALL the things in her life. "Well, sweetie ... um ... it's just that when we make YOU feel good, that lets you think about some boy you like, or some movie star or something like that ... you know ... a fantasy lover. But it's hard for men to do that. I mean I'd be thinking about..." He didn't know how to finish.

"Me?" she finished it for him. "You mean if we were in the shower and you had a hardon you'd be thinking about me?" She looked at him expectantly and, for some reason, licked her lips.

"Well ... yes," he looked down. "And that's wrong so we can't do that. I mean helping you have an orgasm is one thing, but if we were in the shower together, and I was naked and all that, I don't know if I could control my ... urges," he finished rapidly.