“Check it out!” I said, my eyes beaming with satisfaction. “We went thrifting today, and it only cost me one dollar!” I twirled around, smiling as I showed off the dainty little piece. A white spaghetti strap, little teaser shirt that rode halfway up exposing my tan, flat, belly and delicate little navel. The shirt was a size too small, and made my grapefruit sized, firm teenage breasts really pop!
My mischievous smile may really have betrayed me in the end. The truth was, I really was happy about the find. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. The little shirt hadn’t cost me much, and that alone was enough to have me giddy. But my intentions, had another persuasion. What I really wanted, was to give my daddy an eye full! And boy did he ever get one! I’m sure that he noticed my nipples hardening, through the thin fabric, of the used white T.
“There’s really not much to that thing!,” my mother retorted, interrupting my dads penetrating gaze. He looked nervously away and kinda rolled his eyes a bit, while my mom lectured me on modesty. She a had a way of ruining everything, and had been particularly bitchy during the weekend as we rolled into summer vacations.
“Geeze Mom!” I barked back. “It’s really more of a nite shirt and for around the house,” I said impetuously.
“You dress like a slut, well then, people are going to say you’re a slut!” she snapped back rudely.
I grabbed my things angrily, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. God I hated that fucking woman! Honestly I don’t know how my dad could stand to be around her! That stupid fat cow, was just full of piss and vinegar! My dad on the other hand, was the sweetest man in my life. He went out of his way, to tell me how beautiful I looked, even going so far as to say, that if he wasn’t my daddy, he would really have his eyes on on me! Now I am may be a lot of things, but I am not naïve. I could tell for sometime now, that he did have his eyes on me. Even just now, as I was dancing around for him, wearing barely nothing, I could see something perking up just beneath his silky pajama bottoms.
The truth was, I really didn’t mind it. It kind of made me feel sexy, thinking that I could make my daddy feel that way. And I had known for some time, that he would come into my room late at night, and just watch me. Sometimes, while I was pretending to be asleep, I could see him pulling out his thing, and really going to work on it. I would carefully and quietly run my little hand underneath my panties, moving one finger, softly and slowly in and out of my tiny, wet, pussy. I could hear him moaning my name softly, pleasuring himself to completion as he stood, careful not to wake me, just looking at my scantily clad young body. It was so incredibly hot for me, as a young girl, and when he left my room, I would play with myself, softly moaning with pleasure.
We had done this for several months now, just following my birthday, both without touching each other. Knowing what he wanted was very alluring for me, but I’ll have to admit that I was super nervous about letting daddy know, that I aware of his fantasy. But it’s really the reason, that I got that one dollar thrift store T-shirt. I hoped, that would be enough to push him over the edge. To tempt him, to do more than look. It was just the kind of T-shirt, that would probably ride up while I was sleeping, just enough to let him see my young teenage breasts. And I was going to make sure, that he got the show that he came to see.
I could hear them arguing, and I was pretty sure that it was over me again. Dad was always coming to my defense. I don’t know what my bitch of a mother had against me. Was it because I was thin?Certainly it wasn’t my problem, that she had totally let go of taking care of herself, and probably wasn’t getting the attention, that a girl like me would get. For my young age, my body had really filled out. Maybe she had noticed my dad’s wondering eyes. He had always been a sucker for brunettes. It’s one of the reasons he was first attracted to my mom. But now my long legs, and my fat little ass, was getting all the attention! Maybe if she didn’t treat him like shit, he wouldn’t be looking in the first place. I can’t say that I could complain about the attention. For a man in his early thirties, daddy was quite a hunk.
I drifted off to sleep, with visions of daddies strong hands, caressing my bare skin. I had just enough of my wits about me, to carefully push up the bottom hem of my tight fitting, white spaghetti strap T-shirt, exposing the white flesh of my young tits.
It didn’t seem like long, and then I heard my bedroom door give a little squeak. I had kicked off the sheets, to take advantage, of the cool summer night air against the near nakedness of my body. The little thing that I was wearing must have hiked up even further, I could feel a cool breeze as the door opened, and my nipple hardened, exposed now for him to take a peek. I heard him breathing, and could smell his intoxicating scent as he crept closer. He was fidgeting around, I’m sure, making himself available, then there was an almost audible gasp. and then silence.
I smiled quietly to myself, in anticipation of what I hoped might be our first encounter. It seemed like almost an hour had passed, with not so much as even a twitch of a muscle. Heaving my chest upwards, I breathed deeply, and then sighing, I murmured, feigning sleep and hoping for more. Now carefully, he collected himself, moving with stealth, I could just feel the heat from his large hands as he hovered above me, tempted, seemingly deliberating his next decision.
Peeking carefully, I could see that he had already began stroking his manhood. It wasn’t too large by anyone’s standards, But I marveled at how such a thing could ever fit inside of me. A shiver tracked down my spine and goosebumps covered my fair skin as I felt the flat of his thumb scrape my nipple. I was thorough distracted, mesmerized really, by the long strokes of his hand firmly grasping the thickness of his cock. But still I managed to keep my composure, to stay silent. Moving his hand, he twirled his index finger around the ends with my wavy, sandy brown hair. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself for much longer, and his pace seemed to increase with frantic abandon. I saw my opportunity, as he pitched his head up and backwards, then moving my mouth and tongue, I caught hold of my daddy’s long finger, and began sucking gently, I fidgeted restlessly with wanton desire.
“What the… I I I!… Holy shit! I I didn’t mean for you to wake up!” He stammered.
“It’s ok daddy.” I said smiling up at him, and then gagging a bit as I suckled his finger, started to choke. Reaching over, across my body, I grabbed hold of his stiff cock and started tugging awkwardly pulling it towards my body. My little hand quickly became slick with the small amount of pre cum leaking from his member. He just stood there, his mouth open, and his eyes wide with disbelief. I was eager, but inexperienced, as continued to move up and down his length.
“My God! Lindsey! No!” He chastised, now collecting himself. “We can’t do this! I’m your dad! It’s just not right!” He said now pulling away.
“Oh come on daddy!” I barked back, over my pouty lips, “It certainly didn’t stop you, from getting yourself off, all these past months. You know you want it.” I added.
“Your mom will fucking kill me!” He said, “You’re so young, and you’re my daughter! God help me!” He cried, “What have I done! If she finds out, I will go to prison for the rest of my life. My life will be over!” He continued.
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