"Daddy, can I have a puppy?" I asked suddenly, peering over my computer at my dad.
"No, Kitten," He said distractedly, submersed in his book. I slipped off the couch and army crawled over to the lounge chair he was in.
"Pleaaaaase?" I put on the most pathetic pouty face I could muster, my hands on his knees as I gave him puppy dog eyes. He looked down at me over his book, raising an eyebrow at my attempts.
"Kitten, you're eighteen years old, not five," He chuckled, sending shivers down my spine.
"It didn't even work when I was five," I grumbled, pouting for real. I leaned back and turned around, sitting with my back against his legs. I heard him sigh as he shut his book, now too distracted to read. He leaned over and rested his chin on the top of my head.
"What kind of dog?" He asked cautiously, not getting my hopes up but not completely shutting them down.
"A Yorkie!" I grinned, "A small one."
"A Yorkie? Kitten you had one before," He sat up, looking at the side of my face. My nostrils flared a bit as I snorted.
"You're right dad, I did have a Yorkie. What happened to him again?" I asked, feigning memory loss. My late mother had been a terrible drunk, and one day decided that she was going to take a drive, backing up over my dog. She never came home that night. Oh well.
"Kitten," Dad sighed softly. I felt his strong hands reach around my waist and bring me up to his lap. "It's been over a year now; mom's gone along with all her problems. It's just the two of us now," He said gently, hugging me into his chest. My heart started to race as I looked up at my dad. He was so handsome; 43 years old, but looked maybe 34. Tan skin and strong muscles, he worked out at his company's gym every week, and the most gorgeous green eyes.
"It could be the three of us, me you and a puppy..." I tempted, snuggling close against him perhaps more than a daughter should. He laughed, hugging me tight.
"Okay, Kitten. Tomorrow we'll go find you a Yorkie," He gave in, kissing my cheek. I squealed and clapped my hands, hugging him back tightly.
"Thank you Daddy!" I exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek. My lips lingered near his face for a moment, before I realized what I was doing. I blushed slightly, leaning back. "I'm going to go get ready for bed Daddy, I'll see you in the morning!" I smiled, back to being his daughter instead of some girl fawning after him. I climbed off his lap and ran up the stairs to my bedroom to get ready for bed.
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I sat downstairs, looking after the hallway my daughter had just pranced down. Maybe I was exhausted from work and imagining things. Or maybe I was a sick man hoping for things that should never happen. Regardless of what the answer was, I could have sworn my Kitten was going to kiss me with those soft pink lips of hers. It was so wrong of me to think of my little girl in the way I have been lately. She's grown up so beautifully, it's impossible not to notice her.
Her long brown hair that she left naturally wavy around the curves of her incredibly perky breasts; he guessed a C cup. Her legs went on for miles, which was kind of funny since she was so short, just barely 5"1. She was so slim and toned from swimming laps in their pool every morning; he wanted to just die every time she walked around in her scanty bikinis. He could feel his cock stirring in his jeans, making him feel so guilty thinking about his baby girl like that. He groaned quietly, his hardon straining against his jeans almost painfully. He could still feel her warm body pressed against his chest, sitting on his lap.
His fingers had a mind of their own as they popped open the button, immediately relieving some of the pressure. His zipper slid down as his hand reached into his boxers and grasped his thick cock, giving it a squeeze. No, he couldn't do it. Not thinking about his little girl, it was too wrong. Oh but those lips, he couldn't help himself as his hand started pumping up and down the length of his cock quickly, cumming almost instantly. Ashamed, he wiped up and went to his bedroom to shower.
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The next morning I got up early, excited about going with daddy to get my puppy. I slipped into one of my favourite bikinis, a tight white string bikini that barely covered my 36 C breasts and stretched tight over my ass. Grabbing a towel from the closet I padded downstairs, skipping down the hallway.
"Morning Daddy!" I smiled brightly, hopping into the kitchen and poking my head in the fridge. I could feel his eyes roaming over my body, making me smile even wider. I grabbed a cold water bottle and shut the fridge, giving him a big grin.
"I can't wait to go get our puppy!" I squealed, jumping up and down slightly. I was genuinely excited, I had been begging for one for months.
"Well Kitten, get your swimming done and we'll head out afterwards," Daddy said, giving me a loving smile, even though I could tell his eyes were having a hard time focusing on my face.
I ran into the backyard, tossed my towel on a chair and dove into the pool. I loved the feeling of gliding through the water like a bird does in the air. I started making my laps, until finally I was too tired to go anymore. Dragging myself out of the pool, I sat on the edge for a moment, soaking in the warm sunshine.
"Mmm," I sighed, laying back on the warm concrete. My fingers traced my tummy, making a path between my breasts and the edge of my bikini bottoms.