Chapter 14

Second Day — James

I stand there for as long as I can staring at her shadowy form in the glass. I can't make anything out, that's what the glass is designed to do but I know. I know that on the other side of that glass is my naked daughter. The door's not locked or anything. I could slide it to the side, I could reach in and pull out my wet naked daughter and then...

"And then she'd be surprised and screaming with fear," I think to myself as visions came and went and reality intrudes.

I step back into the hallway and start down to Anna's room leaving the door half opened. I could never do that to her, I could never hurt her like that. I can dream about it. I can jerk off to it, but no, that piece of pussy is off limits.

I smile to myself as I enter the room. I wonder if Anna knew how many times I've been in here, how many times I've looked through her things. Now she is asking me to do what I love to do. I pull out the shirt she asked for. It is a little small for her these days but I wouldn't bring it up. The material molded to her tits making them really stand out. I realize that she hadn't asked for a bra. Maybe she is too embarrassed? After all I barely heard her asking for panties. No matter, she isn't getting one.

I thought about pretending not to have heard but in the end I gave in to the urge to open her drawers and fish out a pair of pink panties to match the shirt. I held them in my hand. They are clean from the drawer so there is no point in sniffing them. I just open them up and look at them imagining Anna stepping into them and pulling them up tight against her young cunt. Mmm, they are so tiny! I close my eyes and imagine putting my hands on the tiny waist and driving my cock deep into her tight little pussy. "Oh I bet it would feel so good."

I made my way down the hall and push the door all the way open. I knock on it to announce my presence and call out. "Here's your things princess."

-Anna

He leaves the room, without arguing about my unusual request. I wish he'd be in my room for a long time, and yet I want him back. My hand has been in my pussy all the time he is in the bathroom, my fingers rubbing small circles around my clit, careful not to get so excited that my voice would sound weird. By the time he's back, I'm almost cumming. I try to stop touching myself, but I can't. Images of my dad's hands inside my panties are driving me insane. Well, more insane.

"Here's your things princess."

This is it. I have to make a move. He's about to get out of the room again. I can imagine his need to get out. His feeling of wrongness about all this.

I open the cabin door about half, sticking my head out again.

"Thanks. Put them on the hamper and give me a towel," I demand, pointing toward the cupboard holding the towels.

When I got my arm out to point, I made sure that one of my breasts is also out from behind the glass. He should be able to see almost half of me.

If he leaves, I'll have to try again. More cunningly, or more brazenly. I'll try everything to get what I want.

If he turns toward the cupboard, I'll slide the cabin door open all the way and step onto the cold tiles. I'm hoping he will take a look at me naked and see me as a woman. The best I can realistically hope even in this ideal scenario is to have him wrap the towel around me and maybe pat me down, making sure it absorbs the water. Maybe pat lightly over my breasts and over my pussy.

My heart is speeding up more and more. Waiting...

- James

What is she doing? She has the door open and is just casually standing there, her sweet suckable tittie just staring at me. For about two seconds I'm speechless. Can see see the longing on my face? I know what I should do. I know that I should say "Young lady, close that door right now. I am your father but I'm still a man and you should not be parading yourself around like that."

But I can't. I want to see this. I want to step forward and slide the door open farther. But I can't do that either. It would be wrong. As much as I want to do it, it would be wrong.