Sunday morning, 8AM. Daniel awoke and stretched, careful not to elbow his beautiful daughter, who was still sound asleep next to him. He turned on his side and just stared at Sara like a brand new lover, which, in fact, she was. Her deep bronze skin, a legacy from her late mother and her Iraqi Jewish heritage, the dark black shoulder length curls, and her nipples and areolas, both even darker than her skin. She was amazingly gorgeous, he thought, even as she slept with bed head.
He hopped out of bed, used his bathroom as quietly as he could, brushed his teeth and went downstairs for a mug of tea. He took his cup and went to read through the morning paper online. The house was quiet, quiet as a vacuum in space, and he read a number of articles before 9 came around. He walked back upstairs and into his room where his daughter was still sound asleep.
"Wake up, sleepy. It's 9AM. Up and at 'em!"
"Lemme 'lone." A morning person she was not.
"Come on, honey. If you get up now, we'll have time to shower together, if you like. What do you say?"
Sara's eyes half opened. "Together? Really?"
"Really, honey. Want some tea?"
"Desperately! Can you give me 5 minutes to do my business and brush my teeth, daddy?"
"Of course, m'lady. Be back in a little while." He leaned over and kissed her head and smiled at his heart and soul.
He went back to the kitchen, boiled more water, and made her tea, one sugar and a dash of milk. When 5 minutes had passed, he went back up to his bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door. "You ready for me and the tea?"
"Sure daddy. Come on in."
Sara was standing against the sink and eagerly took the steaming mug from her father. She sipped it as quickly as the hot water allowed while Daniel turned on the shower and adjusted the water so it was comfortably hot. Steam was slowly rising from the large booth, big enough for four adults if needed. The two of them would have plenty of room to frolic.
Sara finished her tea and stepped into the stall while Daniel held the door for her, like a perfect gentleman. Sara smiled to herself, thinking he's just so considerate. Where would I meet a man like that these days? Daniel stepped in and they both stood under the hot spray.
When they were nice and warm and wet Sara said "Oh shit, dad. I left my shampoo in my shower. Would you be a dear, daddy? It's the grey bottle in my shower caddy."
"Of course, honey. I'll be back in a minute."
He stepped out and dried off enough so he wouldn't drip all over the carpet. He went to her bathroom, reached into her shower, and got a mild shock as he noticed, on the shelf below the shampoo, a long, slender, pink waterproof vibrator. He knew she masturbated, after all, but he never considered she used toys, and he wasn't prepared to see it, even with everything that had been going on these last few days. Oh well.
He came back into the shower and handed Sara the shampoo bottle. "Daddy, did you notice something else in my shower caddy?"
"Do you mean the long vibrator? Yes I did, missy" he grinned at her.
"Oh god, I just want to melt into the water and dissolve down the drain!" she cried. "I'm so embarrassed!"
"Why are you so embarrassed? It's not like there hasn't been some pretty kinky things going on here these last few days."
"Yeah, but this just is different. It's hard to explain."
"Well, don't think about it. Besides, I'm sure we can find some fun things to do with it together."
"That DOES sound promising. Later, though, daddy. I want you to stay right here for now." She leaned up and kissed him, a kiss even hotter than the shower spray enveloping them.
Daniel said "Let me wash you first. I'm feeling playful this morning."
Sara grinned. "And I feel like being pampered by my sexy daddy. Start with my hair."
Daniel poured a dollop of her shampoo in his hand and started massaging the soapy substance into her thick, black shoulder length curls. He worked it into a thick lather, rubbing her scalp with his strong and gentle fingers, making her moan with arousal. "Daddy, I could almost cum just from this. Almost."
"I could do this every day. It's so sexy running my fingers through your hair."
Sara could tell. She could feel his erection poking her tummy. "Someone else is enjoying this" she said as she reached down and gave her daddy's cock a quick squeeze, eliciting a groan from his lips.
Daniel then grabbed his loofah and poured a healthy amount of body wash on it. He started washing Sara's body at her tummy, working outwards in slow circles, moving upwards, soaping her wonderful breasts, her shoulders and arms, her slender throat, then going down the front of her legs, even washing her feet.
"God, daddy, you're just making me so fucking hot. My pussy is soaked, and not from the water! Wanna feel?"
"I'll get there, honey. Turn around."
Sara turned, showing Daniel her back and her curvy hips and soft round ass cheeks. He was tempted to push his swollen dick between her cheeks, but he kept his cool and started soaping up her back, working from her slender shoulders and neck down her back and arms, soaping up that wonderful ass, then down her legs. Sara was so turned on by now, her pussy flowing, the lips swollen. "Daddy, you forgot to wash my pussy. It needs attention very badly" she whimpered.
"I didn't forget, baby. I just saved the best for last." He gently turned her back around and started soaping her pubic hair. "Spread your legs wider, honey. Let me wash your pussy."
Sara slid her legs wider, leaning back against the tiles to give her better balance. She sighed as daddy rubbed the loofah on her lips, the slightly rough texture of the sponge exciting every nerve in her labia and her clit. "Rub it harder, daddy. Fuck, put away the sponge and use your strong fingers. I need it bad, daddy."
Daniel put aside the loofah and applied his fingers to her sticky cunt. Slipping two fingers inside her, he rinsed her tits so he could suck on her aching nipples without getting soap in his mouth. He started with the right nipple, licking, sucking, softly biting, mixing it up. Sara was really whimpering now, her hips grinding back on his thrusting fingers as he switched to her left nipple, treating it just as he did the right one.
Sara was panting hard, working her cunt on her daddy's expert fingers. "Don't fucking stop, please, don't stop, daddy. Harder, finger my cunt harder now. Shove another finger in me, do it now!"
