I live with my eighteen-year-old daughter, Ellie. Her mother, Gretchen, died in a car crash when she was just twelve and we've been looking after each other since. Even though I'm biased, Ellie is gorgeous. At around five feet five inches, she has straight copper hair falling halfway down her back. Huge, sea-green eyes dance above a delicate nose dusted with freckles and a generous cupids-bow mouth. She has a long, graceful neck and I'm guessing around 34-B breasts, a toned, narrow waist, and generous hips from which sprout seemingly endless curvy legs.
I love my daughter with an intensity that only parents can know, compounded by the joy that every time I look at her, I see the echoes of her mother in her smiling eyes.
Having been her sole parent all this time has made us quite intimate, and we both have little modesty around the house, being comfortable seeing each other, and being seen in our underwear. In fact, I had several times caught Ellie dashing from the bathroom to her bedroom naked, although I wasn't sure she was aware of this. We'd bumped into each other a couple of times in the bathroom, too, clad in only minimal garb. But I'd raised her through puberty and her menses, so it wasn't a big deal.
As Ellie matured from girlhood to young womanhood, I couldn't help but speculate what it would feel like to embrace that youthful flesh in all its glorious nakedness. Accepting that I was a dirty old man I tried to put it behind me and moved on.
Chapter One
It was a warm Friday evening and we had just finished washing and drying the dishes when Ellie turned to me and asked, "Daddy, what shall we do tonight." Surprised, I said, "Don't you have plans with your friends?"
"Sarah has Covid and Meg's away with her family. April's going out on a date with a new boy so I'm kind of at a loose end. I thought I'd chill with you."
"Well, normally I just watch tv, play a video game or muck about on the interwebs," I told her.
"Boring!" She said, "Let's play a game. Like a board game or something. We haven't done that in ages."
"No worries, go and pick one out."
She bounced out of the room and down the hall to the cupboard containing the games. I smiled at her enthusiasm and poured us both a Jamesons and soda, which had always been my drink of choice and which Ellie had adopted since coming of age. Making my way into the living area, I put our drinks on the coffee table and moved one of the armchairs around so it sat opposite the couch, so we could face each other while playing. Then I planted myself on the couch and took a sip of my drink.
Ellie seemed to be taking her time, so I called out. "Honey, what's taking so long?"
"Hang on Dad, I'm just getting changed," I heard her call from upstairs.
A minute or so later she came in with an armful of boxes, having changed into one of my old tee shirts, faded Rolling Stone's logo on the front, wearing it like a dress. It barely covered her shapely arse, and I couldn't help but admire the length of pale flesh that stretched from the hem to her pink painted toenails. As she bent to put the boxes down on the coffee table, I caught a glimpse down the neck of the tee of bare breast underneath. Ellie's smooth pale globe was tipped with a delicate pink crown, about an inch and a half across, the areola crisply delineated against her pale skin and topped with the cutest little pencil eraser nipple. In my shorts, my cock stirred, waking from its slumber.
"What do you want to play first?" I asked.
"Let's start with Monopoly, but make it a drinking game," Ellie challenged me with her glowing green eyes, a half-smile lifting the corners of her mouth.
"How's that going to work?" I asked.
"Every time you land on my properties you have to drink, along with paying the fine, and vice-versa."
I thought about it. I didn't want to foster a drinking habit in Ellie, but a few drinks couldn't hurt, could it?
"OK," I agreed. "Let's give it a shot."
We played several games, roughly evenly matched and each of us downing more than a few shots of Jamesons. As we played, I noticed that Ellie, in the chair opposite me, had started unconsciously moving her knees in and out, offering me glimpses of her white-cotton clad crotch. Trying not to stare, I could see the contour of her labia through the thin material, a little triangular impression at the top, beneath from which a little groove emerged and ran down the length of her mons, neatly bisecting it. My cock growled to life, growing and throbbing in my underwear. I had to surreptitiously shift it around to get comfortable. Glancing back again and again, I noticed that her panties were gradually being pulled in by the motion of her legs, effectively creating a little wedgie. The seams on the sides of her gusset were being pulled toward the centre and by the time we finished playing, I could clearly make out half of each of her outer labia; smooth and pale. By this time my cock was hard as obsidian, not helped by the alcohol that had by now erased any doubt I'd had about perving on my daughter and fuelled my carnal thoughts into a maelstrom of lust.
When I looked back at Ellie, I noticed she had a funny little smirk on her mouth, and I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me after all.
It was getting towards midnight, and I had had enough to drink. I said as much, and Ellie agreed. We packed up the game and Ellie trotted off to the hall cupboard to return the collection of boxes. I took the opportunity again to rearrange my aching member, adjusting it to compromise of comfort and modesty. When Ellie came back, she sat next to me and lifted my arm so she could burrow into my side, placing my arm around her neck and clutching my forearm between her breasts, my hand on her tummy. My heart melts when she does this and she knows it.
"Movie?" She asked.
"Yeah okay," I replied. "What do you want to watch?"
"Something with Brad Pitt or George Clooney, of course."
I sighed. "Ocean's 11 it is, then."
"Perfect!" She purred.
A few minutes into the movie Ellie twisted around to look up at me.
"Dad?"
"Mmm?"
"Why didn't you ever re-marry after mum died?"
I thought for a minute.
"Well at first, I was too busy grieving, and looking after you. After a while I guess I just sort-of settled into the single-dad life. I never did find another woman who made me feel the way your mother did."
"But didn't you get lonely?
"Well, no, I had you here, sweetheart."
"No, I mean, you know," she blushed prettily. "Lonely for..."
"Oh, you mean horny?" I grinned at her. "I haven't been celibate all this time, you know."
Ellie's flush deepened. "Oh! I, er, I didn't know..."
"Well, I didn't exactly flaunt it. And none of the women I met were marrying material, so I never felt the need to bring them home to meet you." I wondered if the alcohol had loosened my tongue, but we were both adults and I didn't think we were going too far out of bounds. I grinned at here again, thinking to shock her off the topic. "Some of them were pretty hot though, but none as hot, or kinky, as your mum."
"Eew, Daddy!" Her eyes went wide as she considered this. She squirmed around on the couch so she could look directly into my eyes. Hesitantly then, "Kinky... How?"
Hmm, I'd thought she'd back away at that, but she seemed genuinely curious.
"Are you sure you want to know that level of detail about your old-man's sex life?"
A pause. Then a little nod of the head. It was me who paused now as I considered how much I should tell her.
"Well. For a couple of years, we'd been experimenting with some mild fetish stuff, you know, some toys, some light bondage, just to keep some spice in our love life. And then we just sort of stumbled into water sports."
It took a second for this to sink in. I watched Ellie's face as realisation dawned.
"Oh! You mean pee stuff." I nodded. She didn't seem to know what to make of that. "What do you mean "stumbled in?"
"Well, we were showering together, as couples do, and I needed to pee. So, I started to get out and your mother said, "Just pee in here." And I did, and we got the giggles. Then she grabbed me and directed my stream onto herself, and we really lost it." I smiled at the memory. "We were laughing so hard it's a wonder we didn't fall over in the stall. Then she cocked a leg up, put her foot in the soap dish and pissed all over my legs. That was the beginning of a beautiful journey." I smiled at my daughter. "I miss that woman."
I saw a shimmer of moisture in her big green eyes at that, and her voice trembled just a little as she replied. "Me too, Daddy." She swallowed, and then brightened again. "So, these women down through the past six years have been kinky, too?"
"Not all of them. Only a couple were willing to get into pee play and none seemed to enjoy it as much as your mother. It's sort of evolved to the point now where I just ask if I can watch them pee. It's my kink."
"Oh, okay." She brooded on this for a while. I decided to turn the tables on her.
"So, your turn." I told her.
"Eh, what do you mean?" She looked confused.
"Well, I've bared my soul, now it's your turn." I wondered if the alcohol we'd consumed would loosen her tongue as it seemed to have mine.
"What do you want to know?" Ellie asked, warily.
"I've told you my kink. You tell me yours." I prodded. I could see the cogs turning in her head at that, then she seemed to come to a decision.
"I'm an exhibitionist." she declared.
"Well I know THAT," I laughed. "Look at the skin you're showing off to your poor old dad."
"No, I'm serious, Daddy." Ellie gazed levelly at me. "I like people to look at my... private parts."
I blew out a breath. Memories of glimpsed flesh darting through hallways and the occasional "accidental" meetings in the bathroom clicked into place, as did the supposedly innocent panty flashes during our game play earlier. "I see. And how did THAT start?"
Ellie paused, collecting her thoughts. "It started at college," she began. "Just after my eighteenth. One lunchtime, I was sitting, cross-legged in a circle of on the oval. Normally girls push their skirts down between their legs for modesty but this one time I realised my summer uniform had ridden up and so I looked across to see if anyone had noticed. Luke Larson was sitting opposite me and staring straight at my panties. At my crotch." She hung her head.
So, suspicion pretty much confirmed. "Go on," I urged gently. "How did that make you feel?"
"It gave me a tingly feeling in my tummy... And, and my vagina. I could feel it getting... You know."
She tore her eyes from her lap and looked at me shamefacedly.
I took her hands and squeezed them gently. "It made you wet."
"It did."
"What happened next?"
"I realised he didn't know I'd seen him looking at me, so I adjusted my skirt and pretended nothing had happened. The next day I wondered if he'd try to sit opposite me again, and he did. So I gave him another flash, pretending not to notice him looking."
"Like with me, earlier?" I asked, gently.
Ellie's cheeks blazed with colour and she dropped those gorgeous green eyes again, but not before I saw them moisten with shame.
"Oh Daddy, I'm so sorry." The tremor in her voice was very real now, and her breath hitched as she fought a sob. "I'm such a worthless slut."
"Hey, easy there, Tiger." I pulled her head against my chest, arm around her shoulders. She was trembling now, and although not openly crying, I could feel hot tears soaking through my shirt. Things had escalated way past where I had thought they might. "Let's not put the cart ahead of the horse."
"What... What do you mean?" She sniffed; voice muffled against me.
I took her head and brought her up to face me, gently thumbing the moisture from those beautiful, freckled cheeks. Leaning in to kiss her forehead, I told her, "The term "slut" is generally reserved for a girl, woman, who sleeps around. Have you been doing that?
"No."
"I thought not. Well then. Nothing to see here. Move along." I smiled at her.
"But, but I flashed my own dad."
"We'll get to that. For now, go on with your story. What happened next?"
Ellie took a few deep breaths, searching for her composure. I gave her a reassuring pat on the leg.
"The next day, I decided to give him a bit more. On the way out to the circle at lunchtime I pulled the gusset of my panties to the side, so the seam slipped up in between my, er, labia, exposing one side." This provoked a mental image that had my cock stirring again, gently throbbing with my heartbeat. Ellie continued. "As I sat down, I made sure there was a space opposite, ready for Luke. Sure enough, he beelined for it. After about fifteen minutes or so I made sure to let my skirt ride up, and kept my legs positioned so that no one either side of him could see. I could tell the moment he registered what was on view." She gave a little giggle, still blushing furiously, but back on even keel. "His eyes just about popped out of his head."
"No doubt."
"I could feel his eyes boring into my crotch. It made me feel so powerful to know that he would go home and jerk-off, thinking about me, about my..."
"Pussy." I finished for her.
"Yes! Oh Daddy, it was so hot. I was practically gushing." The spots of colour in her cheeks weren't shame now, but hectic excitement. "So, then I cut him off."
"Wait, what? Why?"
"I thought if I kept going, he'd work out that I was doing it on purpose and would tell everyone. The way I left it he would think he was just lucky to be in the right place at the right time."
"Okay, that seems logical."
Ellie leaned back against the couch. "And so that's become my method. I let some boy I think is cute, see something he shouldn't, just enough that he thinks he's won the lottery and I move on to someone else."
"I puffed out a sigh. "Wow! Not a slut then. A tease." She shot me a look at that. I steeled myself. "So, does that mean you think I'm cute?"
"Oh Dad," she was back to shame again. Meek. "I'm so sorry. I just..." She faltered. "I think I've had a crush on you forever. And now I'm older. The whiskey. I just thought I'd see if..." She was whispering now, unable to look at me.
"It's okay, honey. I think it's pretty normal for girls to crush on their dads. Same as boys with their mums. No harm, no foul. It's actually a pretty big complement that a young woman as gorgeous as you would find me attractive. Here, come and give me a hug." I drew her towards me, and she rose on one knee and threw the other over my lap, straddling me. She put her arms around me and hugged me tight. I was very conscious that the white clad mound I'd been straining to see earlier was now pushed against my groin, her firm breasts against my chest. My penis, still half engorged from her story roiled in its lair, squirming beneath her.
Ellie pulled back; her luminous emerald eyes boring into mine. "Oh Daddy," she breathed. "All that whiskey. I really need to pee."
She smirked. "Wanna watch?"
My heart stopped. Then I surged to my feet, a low growl emerging from my throat. Ellie's legs went around my waist and my arms encircled hers, squeezing her against me. She squealed.
"Oooh Daddy, not so tight," her silvery laughter tinkled into my ear. "You wouldn't want me to wee on you."
I strode down the hallway and into the bathroom, stopping before the toilet. Ellie released her legs from around me and I placed her on the floor. I hardly dared breathe. Eyes locked on mine, Ellie slid her thumbs up under my old tee shirt, hooking them into the waistband of her panties at her hips. Keeping her knees straight, she slowly bent forward, dragging them down over her thighs, knees, all the way to her ankles. She straightened, and carefully stepped free of them, kicking them towards the hamper. As they slid to a halt, I noticed a creamy line of moisture tracking down the centre of the gusset. Her eyes followed mine, and she gave a little shiver.
"You did that to me," she whispered.
I couldn't answer. Time had slowed down to a glacial crawl, and each breath whistled almost painfully through my lungs. I realised I was gritting my teeth and had to consciously relax my clenched jaws. My shorts were tented out as far as they could stretch, and I was hard, hard, hard as the hobbs of Hell! Ellies eyes widened as they dropped to my groin, and I heard her sharp intake of breath.
"You did that to me!" I whispered.
Ellie felt behind her and raised the toilet lid, then slowly lowered herself, dropping the last few inches with a little thump. I wasn't sure how she was going to proceed, assuming shyness would force her legs closed and she would hunch forward, embarrassed.
My Ellie wasn't having any of that.
She bunched the hem of the tee shirt with one hand, hauling it up to her navel, then leaned back on to the cistern and spread her knees wide, revealing all her waxed glory to me.
I blanched and sank to my knees between hers, slowly leaning forward, the better to see. Her puffy outer lips parted with a little "plick," revealing the most beautiful vagina I have ever seen, her bright pink interior glistening with pearly excitement. From a lovely, smooth triangular clitoral hood emerged two perfectly symmetrical inner labia with textured edges, almost frilled. As I watched they too began to part, whether from excitement, Ellie's posture, or maybe a little of both. It reminded me of watching a pink flower unfurl in a time lapse sequence. Inside, I could now see her vestibule, and more importantly, her urethral opening. My penis was now hammering painfully with each heartbeat and felt harder than I had ever been before. Ellie's breath was coming in quick little pants now, and as I watched, a trickle of her creamy juice ran down the rear of her opening and dripped into the water.
I could smell her excitement. The musky, intense perfume of her secretion was driving me higher and higher in my own lust-filled trance. My pre-cum was soaking into my shorts and I knew that if I could look down I'd see a large wet spot
"Ellie..."
"Daddy..."
We spoke together and as we did, Ellie's stream shot out of her, strong and hard, blasting against the porcelain and spattering droplets on to my face. She moaned, and I moved even closer, smelling the strong pungency of her urine and licking the salty tang of her from my lips. Ellie began to shudder with passion and her stream wavered. She was gasping now, little "Oh, Oh, Ohs" and the sound of that pushed me over the brink and into my orgasm.
"GAAAH," I managed as my brain flooded with God knows what neurochemicals. "AAARGH, ARGH, ARGH!" My vision greyed out and I lost contact with all physical sensation other that the pure, molten bliss that was simultaneously filling and obliterating every fibre of my being. My engorged cock was pumping, pumping, pumping my seed like never before and I felt myself slipping toward unconsciousness.
Somewhere in another universe I heard Ellie howl like a wild animal, a guttural, bestial sound like nothing I'd ever heard before. As I came back to myself, I felt fingers tangle in my hair and pull me savagely up, bringing our foreheads together. She was bucking like a bronco, teeth bared, green eyes seafoam wild, her breath rasping in and out of her in racking sobs. Her free hand had abandoned the hem of the tee shirt, which some part of me noticed was now soaked with urine, and was rubbing frantically between her legs, making a rapid squelching sound. In a while, she began to slow, transitioning from manic to merely mad, then to a kind of staccato twitch, which eventually slowed and stopped. She groaned and sagged towards me. I caught her in my arms, and we collapsed together to the cold, hard floor of the bathroom.
We lay together for a while, her head on my arm, catching our breath, collecting our thoughts. Her emerald eyes were luminous, unreadable. Never had they seemed more beautiful to me.
When I could speak, I whispered.
"What. The. FUCK?"
"Daddy... I think... I broke... My pussy!"
"Who are you?" I asked. "And what did you do with my Ellie?"
She giggled, and I snorted. Within seconds we were howling with laughter, completely helpless, paralysed by mirth. For the second time in less than five minutes we were lost in sensation, out of our bodies. As our paroxysms faded, leaving us breathless again, I pulled my little girl into a tight embrace.
"Oh, my sweet little girl. I love you!"
"I love you too, Daddy!"
"Come on, let's get off this cold floor."
I levered myself up, found my knees, then my feet. I reached down, offering my hand, and Ellie grasped it, allowing me to help her up.
We looked at the floor and I was surprised to see that it wasn't as messy as I'd expected. A few wet spots, no more. I looked at Ellie. She was drenched from the navel down. I looked down at myself. I was damp where I'd come into contact with her and had a huge sticky wet spot on the front of my shorts.
"So," Ellie smirked. "That's water sports, huh?"
I smiled. "Yup!"
We looked at each other for a moment more, then spoke together.
"Ellie..."
"Dad..."
"You go first." She smiled.
"Okay. Uh. What we just did, together, is considered very taboo in our society." She nodded solemnly. "Before we do anything else, I suggest we take a week to think about how we feel about it. The we can sit down and have a serious talk about how to move forward, no alcohol involved."
Ellie considered this for a moment, then nodded. "That sounds like a good idea, Daddy."
"But for now, why don't you get cleaned up." I nodded to the shower stall. "I'll go and do the same. Then we'll get some sleep."
"Ok Dad." She came into my arms and hugged me. I kissed her on the forehead, then nudged her in the direction of the shower.
"Go." I whispered to her.
I turned and headed for my ensuite. The scalding water went some way towards easing my aching muscles but did nothing to wash away the stain of incest that had ingrained my soul.
When I emerged, towel about my waist, ready to hit the hay, I found Ellie, demurely covered in a giant white fluffy bathrobe, sitting on my bed.
"Ellie, I thought I said..."
"It's ok, Dad. I just wanted to say goodnight. We forgot, earlier."
"Oh, okay." She ran into my arms again and I kissed her lovely forehead again. "Goodnight, hon."
"Goodnight, Daddy. I love you."
"Love you too, Ellie."
Then she was gone.
Chapter Two
The next week passed in a blur. I couldn't decide how I felt. On the one hand what we had done was wrong, wrong, wrong. On the other, I reasoned, Ellie was the one who had initiated the business in the bathroom, was an adult and able to make her own decisions. I imagined Ellie was going through a similar moral quandary.
For her part, Ellie had stuck to our agreement. She'd avoided any discussion about the incident and had acted well with the bounds of "normal" familial behaviour. Our relationship was still loving, and physically affectionate as before, but there was a certain forcedness to it, as if we were both trying too hard.
Next Friday was a scorcher. The mercury was set to hit the high 30s. At breakfast, I asked Ellie if she would be ready that afternoon to talk about our relationship. She smiled, although a little uncertainly.
"Yes Daddy. I'm ready."
"Good girl. Let's meet up in the pool after I finish work." Her smile brightened at that.
"Great idea, father."
That afternoon after work I got changed and headed out to the pool. There was no sign of Ellie yet, so I dove in and swam a few lazy laps while waiting. After a little while Ellie appeared in her latest bikini, one that I had bought for her earlier that summer. It was a floral print that I thought was too revealing but she had argued was too modest, so we'd called that a fair compromise. She looked stunning, her copper hair flowing over her shoulders like it was alive, breasts bouncing prettily, straining at the halter neck.
"Cannonball." She shouted and leapt dangerously close to me before gripping her legs to her chest and crashing into the water, spraying water in all directions and creating a huge wave that washed back and forth across the length and breadth of the pool. We were at the deep end, so the force of her entry drove her quite deep into the water.
She surfaced right in front of me and threw her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me and giving me a kiss on the nose. "Happy Friday, Dad."
"Thanks, squirt. You too." I told her, then we both did a double-take at the unintended double-entendre. We spluttered with laughter.
"Where've you been?" I asked.
"Oh, I forgot to take my water bottle this morning, so I needed to hydrate. Sorry."
"That's fine, hon. You ready to talk?" I asked her.
"Yes! But first, I want to show you something.
"What's that?"
"Here, feel this." Ellie grabbed my hand and thrust it between her legs, palm up, so that my fingers were pressed against her vulva, outside her bikini bottoms. I could feel the length of her slit along my middle finger.
I gaped at her. "Ellie, I thought we agreed..."
"Shhh," she murmured. "Just wait for... Ahh!"
I felt the heat flood out of her as her bladder forced the piss out, into my hand, shockingly warm in the chill of the pool.
"I love you, Daddy. No matter what happens, nothing will ever change that."
My cock was already roaring to life, hammering at the bars of his cell. I looked down and could see a yellowy cloud spreading around Ellie's mid-section. I could still remember the taste of her from a week ago, licking the droplets of her from my lips. My shorts were tented again, poking out comically in front of me.
It was too much, and I snapped. I pulled my hand up until my fingertips found the elasticised waistband of her bikini below her navel. I plunged my hand down, tracing her contour until my middle finger slid into her slit, and I plunged deeper, following it until I found her entrance, still pumping hot pee into the pool. I shoved my finger all the way in. The feeling was incredible, her slippery walls offering resistance but welcoming me at the same time.
"Oh!" Ellie squeaked, the flow of heat stopping in her surprise. She took stock, then reached up and placed her hands on my shoulders. "Ohh, indeed!"
The hot flow started again, and Ellie rocked her hips forward, then back. The effect was that my finger slid slowly back and forth in her and her clitoris rubbed against the palm of my hand. My cock was going crazy in its confinement, desperate to get free. Ellie pulled me close and whispered to me; "Kiss me, Daddy."
I groaned and leaned into her. The soft warmth of her lips was shocking in its intensity. Her tongue quested against mine and then we were locked into the kiss. My world, my entire universe, shrank down to the feel of her slippery warmth on my finger, on my palm, the scent of her breath and the taste of her mouth. I was dimly aware of a tugging sensation at my hips and suddenly my cock was free, waving woodenly in the current from the pool's pump. A tight grip encircled my girth and I moaned into Ellie's mouth as she started to stroke my rock-hard shaft.
Ellie's hips rocked faster and faster against my hand. Little grunts of pleasure escaped her, accompanied by my ecstatic gasps as she worked my cock with both hands. My free hand found its way to her chest, and I pushed it up underneath the drawstring of her bikini, forcing it up and over her breasts. I grasped her smooth, firm mound, feeling the hard nipple slide into my palm as if it has always belonged there. I tore away from our kiss, my lips seeking the other nipple. I kissed my way down the slope of her chest until I found my prize, sucking it greedily into my mouth. Ellie yelped with pleasure and bucked against me, twitching now with growing fervour and I knew she was close to her end. I grasped her nipple and rolled it firmly between forefinger and thumb, pushing her over the edge.
A guttural cry burst from Ellie, and she clamped down hard on my cock as she came, hips thrusting uncontrollably and her tight little pussy clenching firmly on my finger, triggering my own release. My legs weakened as my orgasm washed over me, threatening to submerge me. Somehow, I found the strength to remain upright, pumping my joy into the water as my brain stuttered into incoherence, and my whole awareness centred on the incandescent pleasure of my orgasm.
I became aware that Ellie's arms were around my neck, her mouth seeking mine as she used the buoyancy of the water to wrap her legs around my waist. Her bare breasts pressed enticingly against me as her tongue wormed its way past my lips again. I returned the kiss, holding her tightly and basking in the glory of this gorgeous creature wrapped around me. After a few moments we broke the kiss and I looked into those amazing green orbs and smiled.
"Well, I guess that's your answer, Ellie."
"Was it that obvious?"
"Kinda."
"And you, Daddy? What was your answer going to be before I hijacked you?"
"Let's get dry and talk."
"Okay, Daddy"
We adjusted our garb, towelled off and made for the house. As we set off, I felt Ellie's hand slide into mine, fingers interlacing. My heart swelled in my chest. Nothing had ever felt so right.
Chapter Three
I changed into a dry tee and shorts and headed for the kitchen, made us a couple of Jamesons, went into the living area and sat on the couch, putting the drinks on the table. Ellie emerged a few seconds later, dressed in one of my worn old Judas Priest tee shirts. She looked uncertainly for the most appropriate place to sit and settled for her old favourite, burrowed against me with my arm around her neck.
"So that was quite the ambush." I said.
"Yeah." A pause. "You're not... mad?"
"Do I look mad?"
"Well, no, but this isn't really a normal situation, is it?"
"No, baby, it isn't." I searched for a way forward, settling on hearing Ellie's first. "Alright, tell me your side."
She frowned, looking for a way to start. I waited.
"Daddy, last week when I asked if you wanted to watch me pee, my decision was already made. Your love for me has always been protective and appropriate. I have never, ever felt that you were anything other than the best man I know. After our, our thing, in the bathroom, and you said we should wait a week, I knew it was you that had to think about it, and so I let you have your week. But I knew what I wanted. That's what I was going to tell you this afternoon, no matter what you said. I knew you'd be wrestling with your paternal, protective instincts. At the last minute, I felt the need to pee and knew in my heart that the only way to speak to your heart was to show you what you mean to me."
"Wow!"
"Yeah."
"What If I say no?"
She laughed then, hearty and knowing.
"Daddy, stop."
I puffed out a long breath. "Alright, missy, if we're going to do this, it needs to be our secret."
She nodded. "Of course."
"Okay then, give me a minute to get this straight in my head."
"I'll be right here when you're ready." She shimmied down so that she was laying on the couch, head on my thigh. I placed my hand on her head, fingers cupping her jaw. If she was right, then our love was not to be denied. I felt my paternal feelings struggling with the animal want I felt when looking at this youthful simile of my lost love. I squeezed my eyes tight and felt a tear for my lost wife trickle down my cheek. What would she think of this?
"What do you think mum would think about this, hon?"
Ellie thought for a while. "I think she would want us to be happy, no matter what."
Jesus! She had that right.
I blew out a long breath. "Ok, you're right. She would." I was still thinking. I had no frame of reference for this. "So, you're my daughter and now my, lover?"
Ellie twisted to look up at me. "Technically, we haven't made love."
My brain was still scrambling for a solid footing, and this little statement sent me tumbling back into chaotic uncertainty. "Uh, right."
"Daddy, I can see you're struggling with this, so I'll give you some space." She hugged me, pecked me on the cheek, got up and headed to her bedroom.
I clenched my hands in my hair and tried to make sense of it all. In the end, Ellie's affirmation that Gretchen would want us to be happy was the beacon that guided me through the maelstrom of doubt to the single truth: that my daughter Ellie was the most important thing in my life and that making her happy was not only my responsibility, but my sworn duty.
I got off the couch and picked up both drinks, untouched. I raised each glass to my lips in turn and drained the contents, then blew out a long breath. Pizza seemed indicated. Ordering our favourite from the local café was the work of a moment. Pouring another two drinks I settled in front of the television and watched some inane game show until the doorbell rang.
"Ellie, dinner's on," I called. Then collected the delicious-smelling package from the front door.
We ate mostly in silence, awkward after our recent conversation. As we tidied up the few dishes I wondered how to go forward into this uncertain future. That my daughter wanted to become my sexual partner was in no doubt. But how could I reconcile that with my duty to protect her? Yes, I had finger fucked her in the pool and she had jacked me off to completion, on top of last week's incredible encounter.
"Sweetheart, I need to sleep on this."
"I knew you would say that, Dad."
"You did?"
"Yep. So, I'm going to sleep with you. "
"Ellie, I don't think..."
"Relax. We'll both wear pyjamas and there won't be any funny stuff," Ellie was confident. "We can cuddle but that's all. We'll just sleep together. If, in the morning you still have doubts, we can deal with them then."
I hesitated, but it seemed reasonable.
"Ok, Ellie. You know I can't say no to you."
We showered in our respective bathrooms and dressed for bed. It was still hot, so I opted for a pair of satin boxer shorts with Batman logos. I climbed into bed and made myself comfortable. Ellie appeared in a gorgeous blue baby-doll outfit which covered all the necessities but somehow seemed sexier than nudity.
The saucy little minx pirouetted before me, "How do I look?"
"Incredibly gorgeous, as usual. As you know."
"Well yeah, but it's nice to hear my daddy say it."
"Right. So get in here with me and we'll turn the lights out."
Ellie slid into bed with me, and I clicked the bedside switch, drowning the room in darkness, apart from the twinkles of starlight that filtered in through the long window. She slithered up to me and put her arms around my neck.
"Goodnight, Daddy," she breathed in my ear and rolled around so that her incredible butt pressed up against me. Dear God, I was spooning my daughter. My left arm found its way under her neck and my right went over her waist and up between her breasts with her arms wrapped around it. It was so natural, as if we had been doing this forever. I kissed the back of her neck and told her, "Goodnight, my baby girl. I love you."
She gently wriggled her butt against me, and we fell into sleep.
I awoke in the early dawn, lying on my back. Ellie was draped half over me, one leg over mine, arm thrown across my chest, head nuzzled against my shoulder. My heart skipped a beat as I looked down at her. In repose, her face was nothing short of angelic. I gazed in wonder at this incredible creature. How did I deserve this?
The change in my breathing must have roused her. As I watched, Ellie's eyelids flickered, and she groaned gently. As sleep fled her, she stretched her limbs and opened her eyes.
"Good morning, Daddy," She spoke softly.
"Good morning, my princess,"
"What time is it?"
I glanced at my watch. "Six thirtyish."
"Mmmm, way too early..."
"Yes, honey. Go back to sleep."
"I'll need a kiss."
"Of course..." I raised her by the chin until her lips met mine. Our tongues swirled languidly against each other, and the serotonin flooded my brain again, filling me with pleasurable comfort. Ellie broke the kiss and manoeuvred herself so she could place my palm against a breast, and we descended into slumber together.
When I woke again, the sun was high in the sky, and I was alone. I could hear Ellie downstairs, clattering about in the kitchen. I smiled and stretched. Life was good.
Moments later Ellie appeared, clad only in an apron, nipples peeking at me from either side of the bib. She bore a tray with coffee, juice and a plate of bacon and eggs on Vegemite toast with melted cheese. "Breakfast, sleepy head," she chirped.
"Mmm, you know me too well," I replied. Thanks honey."
"You're welcome, father."
She watched as I ate with relish. She was sitting half on the bed, one leg on the floor, the other bent at the knee, flat on the bed, effectively spreading them. I could clearly see her pretty vagina under the hem of the apron. Lips parted. She noticed my gaze and flushed, then adjusted the apron to block my view.
"One sensory pleasure at a time, mister," she scolded primly. "Concentrate on the culinary."
I did.
When I'd cleared my plate, Ellie collected the tray and scooted for the kitchen, giving me a pleasurable view of her heart-shaped derriere as it oscillated out the door. I headed for the shower.
I adjusted the water as hot as I could bear it, rejoicing as the jets needled my scalp and flesh. Just as I was about to soap up, I heard the cubicle door open and turned in time to see my daughter step in. Ellie's copper hair was bound back in a high ponytail, ends curling in the humidity of the steam. Those glorious emerald eyes were wide and solemn. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. I had never seen anything so breathtakingly beautiful. My cock lurched from its slumber, shook its head, growled and began its thudding journey toward tumescence.
Ellie placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, so I had no choice but to sit on the tiled bench that ran along two sides of the shower stall. Ellie's body shielded me from the spray of the jets. She lifted a leg and placed her foot next to me, so that I was afforded a delightful view of her gorgeous pussy.
"Oh," She mimicked distress. "I seem to have forgotten to pee before getting in the shower." And with that a hot stream of piss shot out of her and splashed forcefully against my chest. I groaned in ecstasy and leaned in, the better see her vagina. She reached down with one hand and placed a finger each side, pulling her labia apart so I could clearly see her urethra, jetting its hot torrent. Ellie rotated her hips so that the stream played across my nipples, down to my waist and up to my neck.
My cock was now rampant, howling for attention. I began to stroke its length, slowly, not wanting this to end prematurely.
Ellie's stream began to peter out, eventually becoming a trickle and then dwindling to droplets, with little spurts as she squeezed her bladder.
"Oh Ellie," I breathed. "That was incredible, sweetheart. Thank you."
"Well now, father, it strikes me that you haven't had time to pee this morning, so I feel it's only fair for you to return the favour." And she manhandled me off the bench and took my place before I could utter a word.
My cock was still rampant, throbbing with each beat of my racing heart. Ellie grabbed it with both hands and pointed it at her chest. "Piss on your little girl's titties, daddy." I groaned again and let my urine flow. Somewhat hampered by the fullness of my erection, it started out weakly, but soon picked up strength and became a torrent. Ellie directed it across her magnificent breasts, down her tummy and between her spread legs. I could see the force of it washing her pretty labia from side to side. Finally, she closed her eyes and brought my stream up and across her face, into her hair and as my flow waned, opened her mouth and took the last few spurts into her mouth, letting it dribble down her chin.Ellie moaned and leaned towards me, bringing the tip of my rock-hard cock to within millimetres of her pretty lips. Her tongue snaked out and fluttered against the underside of my glans, and then her lips were on me, engulfing my head. She worked slowly back and forth, letting the rim of my glans slide to and fro between her pretty lips. I gasped, shuddered and surrendered to the feeling, letting pleasure wash across me like a floodtide. She took me deep into her mouth, until I could feel my head meet the back of her throat, then backed off, content to let her lips and tongue supply my pleasure.
She rose to her feet, and turned so her pretty arse faced me, bent over and said, "Please fuck me now daddy."
"Oh Ellie," I breathed. My cock was a live thing now, marching to its own beat. I grabbed it by the base and placed it between her cheeks, sliding it back and forth against her arsehole and pussy lips. She groaned as the skin of my balls dragged against her clitoris, and angled her hips to maximise the sensation.
"Daddy please, put your cock in me."
I angled the tip for the best penetration and slid it up and down until I felt it engage with her vagina. "Yes, my little one," I breathed, and pushed slowly forward.
We moaned together as I slid into her, one inch at a time. The warm constriction of her slippery tunnel filled my pleasure centre, almost overwhelming me. I stopped, in order not to come too soon. When I had gathered myself, I began to rock back and forth, sliding in and out of my daughter's cunt. Little grunts punctuated my thrusts, and she turned her head to look back at me.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," She muttered. "Fuck my little pussy."
"Oh yes, honey. Take daddy's cock," I urged. I gripped her hips and pushed hard into her, thrilling at her smooth, pale skin, her gorgeous copper hair, her smooth round buttocks and above all, the feeling of her slippery pussy gripping my manhood.
Ellie bent right over as far as possible in the confines of the stall, and I could see her little starfish pucker and subside with each of my strokes. She began to pant as she neared her climax and the sound of it pushed me towards mine.
"Come in me, daddy," she moaned. "Come in my little cunt." She spasmed and wailed. "Oh daddy, I'm comiiiiing."
I lost control then, a white fever descending on me, cutting me off from reality, drowning me in a sea of pleasure. Every nerve centre in my body focussed on the rolling wave of heat emanating from the slick tunnel of my daughter's loins. A torrent of seed erupted from my obsidian-hard member into my little girl. I felt her clench against me, squeezing me tight, milking me of every drop. She shuddered wildly as I emptied into her, grunting a hoarse litany of pleasure.
Slowly, we sagged to our knees, spent. Ellie with her elbows on the tiled bench, me with my face against her back, both of us gasping for breath.
"You dirty, amazing, gorgeous little piss slut," I panted.
"Yes, but I'm your dirty, amazing, gorgeous little piss slut, daddy."