Emily sat on the edge of her bed, she had on a lacy white bra, and it looked very sexy on her smaller than average B cup breasts. She often wished she had breasts like her friend Tammy who had nice D cups. It was Tammy's fault she sat here wondering what on earth she was doing.
A few weeks back in a drink fuelled, misguided, but ultimately successful, attempt to get her dad to fuck Tammy, she had ended up having sex with her own dad. As she had sat upstairs in her room with Tammy after that evening, which had got completely out of hand for a whole host of reasons she had felt really guilty and dirty. Tammy had been relaxed about it, simply asking, 'Did you enjoy it?'
She had, her dad had made her cum in a way that none of her boyfriends had managed or even got close to. But it had been clear Tammy had no guilt and was on a hedonistic charge to any pleasure she could get, fuelled by the support of her mum!
Emily had said she would never speak of the evening again, and tried to put it out of her mind, she wanted to move on, however, the time with her dad creeped into her mind as she masturbated several times, then she started to actively think about it as she wanked. Then last weekend she had caught herself plotting to have her dad again, she was so ashamed of herself.
Now she sat in white bra and stockings, nothing else, having an internal battle with herself about if she should go downstairs to see her dad. Her mum was out and would be for a good few hours yet, the lady was a prude of the highest order, she wouldn't even talk to Emily about masturbation, and if she knew what Emily had done she would have been thrown out, no question.
Emily stood then sat down again, she wanted the orgasm that her dad provided, and she also wanted not to feel so dirty. She stood again and grabbed a robe she would go to the kitchen and get a drink, that would distract her from the awful ideas and thoughts that were going through her head. She needed to do something to get her past this evening, but she also needed something to fix this in the longer term.
As she walked down the stairs she could hear her dad in the living room watching some shit on the TV, she quietly walked into the kitchen, and to the cupboard that had the glasses in, she paused, did she want wine, or juice.
Emily thought for a second then decided Wine, she would go back to her room and snuggle down with a large glass and watch the current big Netflix series. As she closed the cupboard she jumped, her dad was standing there.
'You alright baby girl?' he said.
'Apart from you scaring the shit out of me, yes,' she replied, her heart pounding, for more reasons than just being surprised.
'You just have not really looked happy for a few days, and I am always worried about my baby girl,' he continued as he pulled her in for a hug, she sort of hugged back, but she did not snuggle in like she used to.
He cuddled her for a good few moments, she loved his strong arms around her and the smell of him make her shudder in places she really should not be shuddering. He pulled away and looked at her, concern all over his face, 'are you sure you are alright? That is not your normal daddy hug.'
Emily was not happy at all, she had tried to avoid this. She blurted, 'No, I am not, what we did was wrong, but worse I can't stop thinking about it, and not because it upsets me, but because I want to do it again. Only I don't.'
He looked dazed, as he said, 'what?'
'You fucked me, dad!' she said angrily, more angry at herself than anything, 'you fucked me, your 18 year old daughter and it was the best I have ever experienced and I want to do it again. I hate myself.'
He still looked dazed as he said, 'I'm sorry, I didn't plan it at all, you and Tammy caused it.....'
She cut him off, 'I know dad, it was my fault I know, and it's my fault I am dressed like this now,' she threw the robe on the floor standing there in her stockings and bra in front of him, 'I was trying to stop myself from showing you this, but I am standing her having this argument with you, wanting you to throw me over the kitchen side and take my little pussy with your huge cock.'
He recoiled at her venom, but his eyes were drinking in her naked body, 'I am sorry, I didn't know, I had not thought about it again, it was a drunken night, and you haven't talked to me about it since.'
He stepped forward and picked up the robe, and offered it to her, as he said, 'look we need to have a talk about this, put this back on and we can talk.'
