[This is only fantasy and should be treated as such.]
Emilie was a daddy’s girl. Her and her father Grant had been on their own since her parents divorced when she was twelve. Her daddy got full custody and Emilie wouldn’t have it any other way. The two of them had always been close and when her mom moved out of state, Emilie found herself counting on her dad even more.
When it came time for Emilie to go to college, she applied to a couple of schools out of state as well as the state school in town. After being accepted at all three, she decided that she couldn’t leave her daddy all by herself. Nervous that her father would reject this idea, she brought it up to him as a way to save money. She told him she was planning to save money to get a car and start working, so she wanted to live at home for the first couple years at the local college. Thank god he gave her his blessing and Emilie got to keep her daddy company for a few more years.
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Emilie had hit puberty a bit late, but had now fully developed into a compelling young woman. She kept fit by running every day, but at first glance you only saw her ample hips and full round breasts. Emilie had become a bit of a free spirit, and hardly ever wore a bra. Preferring to feel the fabric of her t-shirts against her perky nipples. She often paired these t-shirts with tight yoga pants or booty shorts that ate up the crack of her ass.
Grant was extremely proud of his little girl. They had always been extremely close and he felt astonished to see the beautiful and capable woman she had become. Grant had always been affectionate and warm and the two hugged and snuggled regularly. But within the last year, Grant had grown uncomfortable hugging Emilie as he felt her rose bud nipples and soft breasts press up against his chest. Emilie for her part was unaware. To her the relationship was normal. She had loved sleeping next to her dad when she was little or sitting in his lap. They tussled and rough-housed and her daddy still playfully slapped her on the butt when she left for class each day. On weekends Emilie came up for breakfast in her daddy’s old ratty t-shirt, hanging huge and loose and flowing off the points of her breasts. The loose fitting and holey t-shirts were contrasted by the tiniest booty shorts. Grant couldn’t keep himself from staring, but he couldn’t bring herself to reprimand her as she bounded upstairs each morning to hug him. As Emilie ate cereal Grant would sit across from her trying to read the paper, but really just watching her heavy breasts hanging just above his daughter’s bowl of cereal. He told himself he was just fascinated because she was life that he had helped create. That it was natural to love every part of her.
One morning Emilie came upstairs just as her father was walking into the kitchen. Instead of saying good morning as she usually did, she came bounding up behind her father and gave him a great big hug from behind. He laughed and patted her arm and then pulled her around for a proper hug. But as Emilie was squeezing herself against his chest, she felt something odd and firm bumping against her tummy. In her sleep fogged state, Emilie shifted a bit from side to side, trying to figure out what was that firm thing she felt in that hug. Now Grant, all he felt was Emilie’s nipples dragging across his chest as one of her breasts spilled out to the side against his arm. What could he do, his erection thickened and hardened. Emilie in a moment of realization gasped, just as Grant blushed and pushed her firmly away. He held her shoulders in both hands and said, “Go on. Get your breakfast” before turning away.
Emilie for her part wasn’t totally innocent. She was still a virgin, but she had felt a few boys erections as they kissed her and clumsily fondled her breasts. But from her daddy… she couldn’t believe it. Emilie couldn’t get the moment out of her head, and the rest of the day she watched her daddy carefully for any odd reactions, but nothing seemed out of place.
That night Emilie could barely sleep because she couldn’t stop thinking about her good morning hug. She finally fell into a fitful sleep after deciding that she would test her daddy in the morning to see if she had been wrong.
When Emilie woke she lay in bed thinking about her daddy and his big strong hands. She brushed a finger over the outside of her panties just barely tracing from her clit to her slit. She then took her nipples in each of her hands and twisted gently until she felt her buds stiffening under her fingers. Nipples taught, Emilie headed up for breakfast and her morning hug.
Grant was sure he was under control. He loved and cared about Emilie, but not like that. It was just a natural animal response from his male body. As confident as he was in his self-control, he gave Emilie a big bracing bear hug just like any other morning. But, he wasn’t expecting to feel Emilie’s hard nipples poking his chest through the thin cotton t-shirt. Grant felt a surge of heat rush straight to his cock and he quickly let Emilie go. As Emilie stepped back from the hug she looked directly up into his eyes and then purposely brushed past him on the way to the sink, only letting the very tips of her breasts and hard nipples graze her daddy’s bare forearm. As she passed she glanced down surreptitiously and this time she had no doubt. Her daddy had an erection in response to her! And even worse, Emilie could feel the seam of her booty shorts slipping against her enlarged clit as she moved to sit down at the table. She barely stopped herself from reaching down to check the wetness in her panties. Confusion, lust, and guilt fought for control heightened by a growing sense of curiosity.
As the weeks slid by, Emilie grew more daring, wanting to shock her daddy and break his composure. First she stopped wearing booty shorts and started just wearing cotton panties in the morning. She would reach up for the cereal or sit with her legs open knowing her daddy was watching every move, looking at her panty clad mound. Grant, both enthralled and shocked, watched each day as her panties grew smaller and the wide creamy curve of her butt became more and more exposed.
He tried telling her one day, “Emilie, honey go put some shorts on. That’s not appropriate to be wearing around the house.” But she just blushed and smiled up at him, asking “What don’t you like it daddy? It’s just you and me, why would I need to go put something else on?” Unsure how to respond, Grant let it go, admiring the bounce of her butt just visible under the hem of the t-shirt as his little girl walked away.
Grant began to dread and obsess over these morning hugs; a moment of soft skin in a tight embrace followed by hours in which he couldn’t help but look at Emilie’s womanly figure. They fell into a careful dance of sorts; grazing, teasing, staring, shifting. Not quite openly acknowledging the growing lust they felt, but always aching for more as they enjoyed the heat that coiled and grew.
Emilie began to wear itty bitty G-strings up to breakfast in the morning, only barely covered by the overlarge sleep shirts she wore. And when Grant hugged her he found his hands drifting lower on her back, clutching her waist tight to himself. He ached to move the final few inches down and feel the thin strap of the G-string under his fingers. Emilie didn’t make it easier on him. As his little girl held him she sighed and twisted, pushing her breasts fully against him as his hands fell lower.
For her part, Emilie dreamed of feeling her daddy’s rough callused hands on the bare skin of her waist, clutching her tight. Desperate to feel her daddy’s touch, Emilie began to wear skimpy tank tops to breakfast. Prancing past him in a thong and strappy tank she practically hummed with the weight of her father’s gaze on her body, drunk on the power she held to capture his attention. Her daddy watched her whenever she walked or moved, he found excuses to reach behind her in the kitchen, trapping her against the counter and pressing against her firm ass as he reached past her for a glass or a bowl.
Finally it was all too much. One weekend morning Grant stood there hugging his nineteen year old daughter and he looked down to see the thick curves of her ass flossed by a thin blue G-string. He felt her double D’s pressed up against his chest only separated by two thin layers of cotton and the knowledge of holding his practically naked daughter was too much. Grant reached down and cupped Emilie’s ass in his hands, pulling her tight against his crotch. Emilie gasped and arched her back as she felt her daddy’s erection against her mound. Her tits pressed into his chest as she was pulled tight against him. In shock Emilie placed her hands against her daddy’s chest and pushed. The moment was broken and Grant let go, looking down at his daughter with a mixture of lust, embarrassment, and concern creasing his features. Overwhelmed, Grant quickly walked straight to his bedroom, softly closing the door and walking over to the vanity. He stood in front of the mirror and slowly lowered his shorts, freeing his cock to spring upward. He licked his palm and then took himself in hand. In four short strokes he felt release, groaning out “Emilie” as his thick white cum ran down his knuckles.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hxgvi4/daddys_little_girl_taboo_mf
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This was great! Part 2?
Is there going to be a part 2?