Indi was... beautiful. Her amber hair was long and straight, her skin alabaster. Despite my bitter divorce and her mother forcing her to live with me, she was still radiant. She had this curvy figure - wide hips with a tiny waist to match it - that made me imagine forcing her on my dick, gripping her waist for balance. She wasn't just beautiful, she was sexy. My daughter had a laugh they made me hard every time I heard it, and a sexy side I only discovered when she turned eighteen. Indi didn't think anyone was home and left the door to the shower open with her music blaring. I watched her as she soaped her tits, stomach and began rubbing her pussy with her loofah, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm. She continued this for a while and before I even knew, I had a hand over my dick, rubbing myself over my pants. I came all over myself when I saw her body shake from her own climax. After that, I was sure that one day I would fuck my daughter. But I knew it had to happen gradually.
I started leaving the door open every time I masturbated, just to see if she would join me or watch on with enthusiasm. I bought lingerie for her and left it in her drawer, covered in thick creamy sperm. But before long she started buying shorter skirts and wearing G-strings underneath them. Only briefly, I'd get a glimpse of her delicious ass cheeks as she walked up the stairs or bent over. But every day when I got home from work, I'd sneak into her room, find a lacy pair of underwear and masturbate into them, spreading my seed all over it, before folding it and putting it away. One night though, I stole her phone and read her 'period tracker', before saving all the data to my phone so I could keep track for her. When she was ovulating, I wouldn't cover up as much, usually just strutting around in my briefs. I would watch porn in the living room, and I watched as she became fascinated with the fucking she saw. Her nipples would tighten against the cotton of her shirt, her pupils dilated.
And as the dutiful father I was, I would check on her at night, masturbating over her body before pulling back the covers and cumming on her covered cunt. Sometimes I would force her to sit on my lap, so she could feel how hard I got when she was around; she never said anything that indicated she was uncomfortable, but she squirmed on my cock and felt my accidental thrusts on her ass.
Today was her nineteenth birthday and my phone alerted me that she was ovulating. I was ready to have her. I was ready to force my cum inside her and watch her carry my child. She was so happy at her party, her amber hair looked tousled and her red lips plump, but I watched her with a dark smile knowing the truth. It was 2am when I creeped into her room and observed her sleeping form. I took the blanket off her and began attacking the little clothing she had on. Slowly I slid her panties off, leaving them pooled around one ankle, then began pushing the singlet above her supple tits. She stirred minutely before rolling her head to the other side. Her breathing stayed even and a soft snore left her mouth before I continued. My mouth enclosed over one nipple, while my fingers tweaked the other, making her erect buds throb under my touch.
"Mmmmm..." she moaned sleepily.
Yeah, she likes it.
Then I took my finger off her nipple and spread her pussy lips apart to pay some necessary attention to her clit. I rubbed slow, but deliberate. My other hand I used to insert my fingers, one at a time into her slick tight cleft. She became wet on my fingers, making it easier to thrust them in and out of her. Her body trembled and her head rolled to the other side.
"Mmmmm... keep going Dan."
A sex dream about her crush. How fitting. Before I could make her cum, I removed my fingers, spread her legs apart and aligned the head of my prick with her slit. Watching her closely for any sign of life, I slowly slid inside her. Little bit at a time until I couldn't take it anymore and forced myself the rest of the way.
She awoke with a start and sucked in a gulp of air.
"Dad... is that you?"
