I'd been at university for a year already, time had flown, and now I was on my way home for summer holiday. Being away from home had been an amazing adventure, and I'd finally had a chance to do all the things I'd fantasised about for years, including getting a boyfriend and experiencing sex. It had been fine, not mind-blowing like in the movies and romance books I loved to read, but I guessed with time it would become better.
I'd kissed said boyfriend goodbye that morning and promised I would see him in a few weeks, when our families would go on holiday together. I wasn't quite sure how that had even come about but somehow our mothers had gotten along really well during one Christmas lunch they'd all come over for, and suddenly it was decided. However, I was happy enough to go along with it, and my boyfriend was over the moon. He was already talking about getting engaged, but I wasn't sure I really wanted that. There was something in me yearning for different things, even if I wasn't entirely sure what those things were.
The afternoon was warm, and the steady sound from the train and the movement began making me sleepy. My eyelids closed and I dozed off, as the Swedish countryside sped past the window. Finally I arrived at the small station in our tiny town, and groggily on unsteady legs I stepped off the train. I stretched and walked through the station house. Nobody else had gotten off here, and the sleepiness of the town brought back childhood memories. Shading my eyes against the sun, I was trying to see I could spot Daddy closeby and smiled as I saw him stand outside the family car on the small parking lot. Hurrying into his arms for a big hug, I noticed he'd gained some weight and now sported a sizeable beer belly, and his beard had more grey than at Christmas.
'Hi baby girl,' he smiled and I rolled my eyes at the age old endearment.
'Hi Daddy,' I said and let him put my suitcase in the car.
'Mom's out of town for a few days, visiting her sister, so it's just you and me for a bit,' he told me as he took the driver's seat.
'Aw, alone time with Daddy, lucky me!' I laughed and his lips curled into a smile under his moustache. I'd always been his favourite out of me and my sister.
'Indeed,' he said as we started driving home to the house in the countryside. We reached the gravel road and then the old, red house. The gravel up to the house crunched under my sandals as I walked over the sun warm yard, and the dusty smell of sunshine put a smile on my face. It was good to be home.
Daddy leaned past me to unlock the door, and as he did his arm brushed against one of my big tits accidentally. I wasn't wearing a bra, it was too hot, and I felt it brush against my nipple. It was such a weird sensation because I enjoyed it, but at the same time it was my Daddy so guilt and shame instantly washed over me and a blush crept over my cheeks. There was no way I could look him in the eye as I walked inside, then out onto the porch.
'Are you a bit hot?' He asked me, and gave me a beer. I raised an eyebrow. 'You're old enough to have a beer now, Gwen, surely!' He laughed.
'Hah, thanks!' I said and sipped it while slowly cooling down.
'So how's that boyfriend of yours?'
'Good, he says he'll miss me.'
'And will you miss him?' He cracked open a beer for himself as well and I think I knew how he got that new belly of his.
'I guess,' I said with a shrug. He snorted.
'So have you been intimate?'
I nearly choked on my beer.
'Dad!' I exclaimed. He held his hands up to appease me.
'I'm just worried, that's all!'
My cheeks were burning.
'Yes well, he IS my boyfriend,' I spluttered, and we had had sex of course.
'Cheers to that,' said Daddy and we touched beer bottles with a clink.
'It's so beautiful here,' I said after a while, looking out over the fields, tasting beer on my lips. There was nobody else to be seen for miles, and it was so pretty my heart ached a little with it.
Daddy nodded. After that we finished our beers in silence, and I said I would go upstairs and freshen up before dinner. We would have a barbecue, and my mouth was already watering at the thought of Daddy's meat.
I stepped into the shower and enjoyed the water streaming over my tiny body. It felt good to lather up with soap, letting my hands roam over my tits and feel their weight. I'd always loved having big breasts, and was lucky to have cute pink nipples. I took a moment to play with them, biting my bottom lip at the pleasure, then I moved my hands further down. My pussy lips were just waxed and so soft and smooth as my fingers slid over them, Putting a fingertip on my clit made a frisson of pleasure shoot through my inner thighs and I began swirling around my nub with my fingertip.
'Oh god,' I moaned. It felt so good, and I was pondering if I should give in and relieve the tension in my body after travelling all day, but then I decided to wait to make it all the better later. As I stepped out of the shower my silky little cunt was pulsating, and I savoured the feeling.
I flopped onto my childhood bed wearing just a towel, and took out my phone to text my boyfriend, saying I got to my parents safely. He seemed a bit horny, so I decided to take a titty pic for him and was just posing with my tits out of the towel when suddenly the door to my room opened and Daddy stepped in.
'What, no, Daddy, I'm not dressed!' I gasped and tried to pull the towel up to cover my tits, locking my phone in the meantime. He sat down on the bed next to me, and reached out to caress my cheek.
'Daddy,' I began again, 'what are you doing in here? I'm not dressed, this is really weird!' I desperately held the towel up over my tits, very aware that it barely covered my pussy at all.
'I think you know why I'm here, Gwen,' he said, while tracing his fingers down my neck.
'No!' I protested, and tried to push his hand away, scooting a bit further away from him on the bed, but realising that would just expose my pussy even more. Getting up and get my clothes would also expose both my pussy and ass, so I was stuck where I was.
'You do...' he said, licking his lips briefly, eyes fixed on my tits as his fingers travelled even further down and cupped one of my big breasts. He closed his eyes and kneaded my tit through the towel. 'You've been seducing me, Gwen,' he said and I stared at him in disbelief.
'What do you even mean with that!' I burst out, and once more tried to move his hand away from my boob, while being mortified at my own body's response: because the truth was that my Daddy's fingers on my tit, squeezing and insistently pinching my nipple, were making my pussy throb. I could feel the blood flow to my pussy lips, making them swell and lubricate with every pinch and pull at my nipple through that towel.
'Well, look at you,' he said, 'coming home without a bra on and nipples anyone could see. And then that talk about what you've done with that boy, giving him your body... you're a whore, Gwen, and now you've made your Daddy horny.'
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
'I'm not a whore, it's normal to have a boyfriend when you're nineteen!'
