***This is a purely fictional story. All characters are 18 and older***
“Look at her.” I whisper to myself looking out the back window from the kitchen. Staring at Amber sunbathing. My eyes trace every curve of her young delicate body. I find myself completely mesmerized, drawn into her beauty. Drawn to the sex appeal of my own little girl. I shouldn’t have the thoughts I do about her. It’s a dark secret that I keep locked away except for moments like these. She has no idea what she does to me. She is poison to everything that is right in me and fuel to the fire of everything that is wrong. I draw a single swig from the bottle of whiskey. The harsh yet smooth burn flows down me, washing over the dark lust inside me. “Stop” I whisper, trying to convince myself to stop, yet my eyes feast at the sight of her as she lays in the rays of the sun. Her body glistening. Her body calling me.
I shake my head and turn away quickly, forcing myself quickly and abruptly from the darkest of fantasies. They started when she turned 18 and it’s consumed me some nights and every time she traipses around the house in outfits that make a grown man fault from his morals. I place the whiskey bottle back in the cupboard and make my way to my den. Sitting myself down I pick up my latest read and flip to the placed bookmark to pick up where I left off. Reading has become my distraction. The one thing that pulls me from the dark place I continue to find myself wandering in when Amber is home. It’s not much help though. Trigger words push me back into the daydream, back into the dark lust filled fantasy of being more than her father. Being the one that shows her what a woman she is. The constant taunt of her is almost too much. “Come the fuck on man. Stop this!”, my feeble attempt to correct my thoughts, screaming in my head. “She is your daughter .. your little princess .. your little girl .. your fucking fantasy you created 19 years ago.”
The back door opens as Amber comes in from her sunbathing session. The sound of the door closing snaps me from the daydream, making my heart pound. A nervous jump and I frantically scan for the last line I read to try and pick up where I left off. I hear her bare feet slapping delicately on the kitchen floor. I can hear the fucking sway of her hips. I swear I hear it. Fuck! Why is it so overwhelming today? Why is the dark winning?
“Whatcha doing daddy?”, Amber asks, her body slanted against the doorway of the den. I look up, trying to look as involved in my book as possible. A slight fear that if she quizzed me about what I was reading, I would fail. Fail fucking miserably.
I look up at her, keeping the father face as much as I can. Pushing the lust and desire down as deep as I can. Chasing it with a hard swallow, “Just catching up on some reading pumpkin.” Oh my god, look at her. The black bikini isn’t helping. The beast of lust clawing inside me, trying to fight his way out and drive me to grab my own little girl and take her, right there, in the door way, soiling the entrance with sin. Forbidden sin. “You all done with sunbathing?”
Amber steps into the den and sits on my desk near me, swinging her feet. “Yea, it was getting to hot out there. I got all sweaty.” She fans herself and then cocks her head trying to read the title of my book. “Is that any good daddy?”
Fuck! Why is it when she says daddy that it fuels me even more? She has always called me daddy but now, now it seems laced with enticement. Poisoned with sin. My mind wanders. For how long I don’t know. I pull back to where I am physically, a slight panic that I had been gone for a noticeable duration. “It’s ok. I’ve read better really.” I fight the pull of my eyes to her legs, how her bikini bottoms ride up slightly, her ass pressed against my desk. I feel her gazing at me and look up to a slight smile. “Did you need something sweetheart?”, trying to compose myself. Trying to suppress the animalistic burn deep inside me.
“Are you ok daddy?” she asks, a tease in her tone. Is it a tease? Wait, is she teasing me? Is she aware of the moral battle that is raging in me and is she provoking it? “You seem a little … distracted.”
I pause for a moment. Searching quickly for my response. The twisted animal inside me keeps offering the wrong answer. The answer that would surely be a line crossed and never erased from both our memories. “I’m fine Amber. Just been a lot going on at work lately.” My go to excuse even with her mother when she was around. My excuse for any time I didn’t want to speak what is going on in my head.
She hops off my desk and leans over putting her delicate hand on my shoulder and kissing my cheek. “Daddy, I know you just use that as an excuse. If you decide you want to tell me, I’ll be in the shower.” And just like that, she walks out of the den, my eyes fixated on her body, my heart racing faster the further she got away from me.
I sit there and try, TRY to erase the dark feelings of lust. Trying to convince myself that right is right and wrong is wrong, this …. this is wrong. Why did she offer to listen while she is in the shower? Why would she bring an elephant into the room like that and walk out? “Oh my god. What is happening to me?”, I whisper to myself. No response. Nothing. No words of wisdom. No moral support. Nothing … except me lifting myself from the chair and following Amber to the bathroom. “I might regret this ..”
I arrive at the door to the bathroom and pause. My heart racing, my breathing shallow. A swell of dark sin fills me. “If you decide you want to tell me ..” I whisper to myself, gripping the door handle tight. So tight my knuckles turn white. Inside the bathroom I can hear the distinct fall of water washing over Amber’s body. Oh god that body. That young, delicate body. I breathe in deep and push the door open slowly. By the sound of the water hitting the shower floor, Amber is clearly washing her hair. I can almost see her running her fingers through her dark hair, her green eyes closed to protect them from the shampoo. “Amber?” I finally push out, uncertain what her response will be.
“Daddy?” her voice sounds surprised but calm. “Are you ok daddy?” she opens the shower curtain enough to poke her head out, rubbing the water from her eyes. She looks at me and smiles.
I freeze, completely at loss for words and stare at her. Not saying a word I step towards the shower, pushing the shower curtain back and grabbing her, kissing her. Not kissing like father should kiss his little girl but like a man kissing the object of his desire. I feel her body tense at first but she quickly melts into me, not breaking from kiss but giving in to it. Time feels like it stops. The depravity of what I am doing disappears and all I know is I want her. No, not want. I need her. I need Amber .. now. Her hands nervously slide up under my shirt, her fingertips dragging across my skin, sending electrical shockwaves of lust and forbidden desire through me. Without thinking, almost involuntary, my hand reaches between her legs and immediately touching her smooth young pussy. My finger greedily push between her pussy lips, stroking and molesting her hole. She lets out a desperate pant and moan.
“Daddy … Wha … What are you doing?” Her eyes look deep into mine, a desperate want in them but also a look of uncertainty. I pause for a moment and look into her eyes, the moral me almost pulling me back to reality. Almost bringing me back to a never ending life of regret. “No, don’t … don’t stop daddy” she whispers in a breathy pant. A shiver rippling through her body. Lust erupts in me, filling every vein with a forbidden want. That lust I’ve pushed down inside me, released, poisoning all of me. I kiss her, pushing my fingers slow into her hole, feeling the warmth of her pussy hugging them, welcoming them. She falls into me and holds herself up by placing her hand on my shoulder.
I thrust my fingers in and out of her, greedily pushing them deep with each thrust. Her legs quiver and buckle. I break away from her and remove my shirt, followed by the rest of my clothes. Without saying a word, I step into the shower, taking Amber and pushing her back to the wall. My hand between her legs, molesting her once again, sinking my fingers into her. She let’s out a moan, gripping onto me in desperation. Her mouth hung open, panting and moaning. Her green eyes looking into me, asking for more. I kiss her passionately, pushing much further than a father daughter relationship. Pushing fast and hard into the ultimate sin. Her hand reaches for my cock, gripping it tight. I feel her quiver nervously as she starts to stroke. A shakiness in her moans, unsure but sure at the same time that she wants this.
“Oh my god .. daddy” she pants out, struggling to stay on her feet as my perverted fingers thrust in and out of her. Her hand gripping tight on my cock, stroking, making it throb and pulse. “I … I just .. oh my god .. fuck”. She drops to her knees, looking up at me, a desperate look for praise and encouragement as she opens her mouth and takes my cock in slowly. Her other hand sliding between her legs, rubbing herself as she eagerly closes her lips on my cock, sucking gently.
I pet her hair, then gripping it in my fingers. “I love you princess.” Her eyes close in satisfaction. Hearing those words putting her at ease. Her hand accompanies her mouth on my cock and in a perfect rhythm, she strokes and sucks. My cock throbs even harder, my fingers clenching her hair tighter. I push forward to see how much of my cock she will take, the head invading her throat. Her eyes open quickly, a flash of nervous yet eager pledge to make me happy shows in them. She becomes more eager, more willing to take what I will give her. I start to pump my
hips, making my cock slide in and out. The thought “you’re fucking your own daughter’s mouth” runs through my mind, pushing a perverted and twisted growl from me.
Amber sucks and strokes in rhythm to my thrusts, moaning on my cock, making every effort to take it as deep as she can. Her hand feverishly rubbing her clit. The sight of her behaving like a desperate little slut fuels the lust and forbidden need in me even more. A constant cooing and moan pours out of her from deep inside. She slides my cock out of her mouth, looking up at me, stroking fast and hard. Her eyes lazy with lust. “Daddy .. cum on me. Cum on your little girl. I want it. I want to feel it on me.”
At that moment, I feel my orgasm rip through my body and bring me to that edge. She senses it and strokes faster, giving me a more desperate look. The water from the shower washing over her body, the scent of her shampoo, the thought that my own daughter is begging for my seed is all that is needed to push me off the edge. “Oh fuck .. here it comes baby girl. Fuck fuck fuck” In that moment, the chill of my orgasm runs down my back, that buzzing tingle sensation rising from my balls as my cum erupts from my cock and spills onto her open mouth, painting her lips with my seed. She looks up smiling, eager, satisfied. As my cum spills into her open mouth, she writhes and quivers, thrusting herself into her own orgasm. I pet her hair, encouraging her “That’s it baby girl, cum for daddy. Mmmm good girl. Cum” My words affecting her, making her scream out and moan. She pants, her moans hoarse and desperate.
Her orgasm subsides and she stays knelt, catching her breath. I lower myself to my knees in front of her, pulling her to me and embracing her close and tight. The intense burn of forbidden lust transforms into an intense sense of love and desire. A desire for Amber like I had never felt before. She latches on to me, “I love you so much daddy” she whispers, laying her head against my chest. “I knew it wasn’t just work you were thinking about. I saw the elephant in the room.” I can hear the smile on her face, without seeing it, I hear it. She has known I lusted for her. For how long I have no idea but she has known.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fd6rgo/the_elephant_in_the_room
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