I wasn't quite sure how to react when I saw her. The sight before my eyes was one part underground porno, one part every father's dream/nightmare, and one part childish abandon; There she was, my little princess, looking up at me as she blushed from being caught trying to hide behind the door of my liquor cabinet. That alone should have tipped me off. She is far, FAR too smart to think something like that would have the slightest chance of working…. normally. "Hi Daddy. You're- hic home early!"
She stumbled as she tried to stand up, even needing to steady herself on the door as her lithe form unraveled. She had grown like a weed the past 6 months, and her whole body looked thin and trim to the point just shy of gangly. Her short red hair was in disarray and when I glanced down I saw her cheeks weren't the only things flushed pink. Far from it. Her chest was bright red straight down to the hard pink nipples standing out like erasers on her just-swelling breasts. The pink even extended down to her namesake (which was completely hairless, though I don't know if that was it's natural state or if she had started removing the fuzz with the razor her mother gave her). It turned out that quick glance was ill-advised, however. She immediately straightened up, spread her legs slightly and thrust her chest out. "I was just thinking about you, daddy!" She obviously wasn't even aware that her free hand had already drifted back to her drenched slit when she lunged forward to grab me in a hug and pin herself tight against me.