I guess the best place to start would be with a little background. First off my name is Tim. I live with my daughter Danelle, the only woman in my life since her mother died when Danni was 14 in a car crash. My wife had a life insurance policy which took care of me and Danni, and once she died I sold our old house and used the money from the sale and the insurance and moved Danni and I into a smaller house. No sense in having a big house with too many memories for just the two of us.
Anyway, my daughter just recently turned 20 and has one more year of college left before she heads off into the world leaving me all alone with the house, a dog and two cats. I always knew there was a bond between the two of us, even before my wife passed away. Danni and I were always very close, she was daddy's little girl. When she started showing all the tell tale signs of growing up, I was there to help her through the rough spots. After all growing up around four sisters, you find out a few things out about women whether you want to or not. So I helped Danni buy her first training bra, and helped her through her first period.
Since Danni knew that I was lonely she insisted on living at home all through college, this only helped to strengthen our bond. And since I was the one to help her with all her important "growing up" needs, there were no secrets between us. However some modesty did need to be enforced. We'd only caught glimpses of each other naked once or twice, and for the most part would try to stay at least semi-clothed around the house. However having a young well developed teenager running around in skimpy clothing didn't do much for keeping my libido in check.
I dated here and there, but nothing ever came of my dates. I guess most women didn't want a middle aged man with a college age daughter who was still living at home. I mean I don't think I'm a bad looking guy. Granted, I won't be giving Mel Gibson a run for his money, but I'm not ugly either.
Anyway, I know you're not reading this for my life story, you probably want me to get to the real reason you're reading this. How I came to start fucking my daughter. Right? I knew it.
Ok, it all started a couple of weeks ago. I had never really gone into Danni's room after she turned 16. It was her inner sanctum, and I never went in unless I was invited, and the one time to paint it. So it was the weekend and I was wandering around the house trying to find something to keep myself occupied when I heard the thud of something falling to the floor in her room. I knew she was out somewhere with her friends so I poked my head in to see what was going on after hearing a second thud.
The door was ajar so I poked my head into the room to find Oscar, one of the cats walking on Danni's dresser knocking stuff off with his big belly. The Tubby Tabby Danni called him. Oscar saw me, jumped off the dresser and ran out of the room when I shooed him away. I chuckled as the fat cat ran from the room and started to pick up the items he knocked down when I noticed one of the items was a vibrator.
Now I knew that Danni was sexually active. Hell, after all she was 20, and I did discuss the birds and the bees with her, and I had seen her diagphram in the bathroom cabinet. I was guessing the vibrator was for those times when her fingers just wouldn't do. I suppose she'd left it out in plain sight since she knew that I never went into her room without asking permission first, and hopefully I could put everything back so she'd never even know I was in there.
"Daddy?"
Too late.
"Hey kiddo." I said, "Look, I know I never come in your room but Oscar was in here knocking stuff over, I just came in to put it back up and..."
I realzied I was still holding the vibrator and put it down on the dresser rather quickly as if it was a snake that would bite me. She too seemed embarassed that I had touched the vibrator.
"Well," she finally said, "This is embarrassing."
"For who?" I asked, chuckling.
Again a silence.
"Look, sweetie, you don't have to embarrassed about it. Everyone masturbates, and some people like to use toys for it. I told you that before." I said.
I had told her that the first time I had caught her masturbating actually. She seemed more embarrassed that I had caught her more than she was that I had seen her naked sixteen year old body. But after I left the room and she'd gotten dressed I explained that despite what some people might think, none of the myths about masturbation were true. You wouldn't go blind, you wouldn't grow hair on your palms, you would still be able to have children and that you weren't at risk of breaking anything by masturbating. It was right after that incident that I was no longer allowed in her room without permission.
As I said, I was very open with my daughter and there were no secrets between us.
"Even you?"
"Even me. I told you this before, remember?"
"Yeah, when you caught me."
She giggled and that broke the tension between us she walked over and hugged me.
"When did you get that thing anyway?" I asked.
"Some of my girlfriends and I went out one night and just for shits and giggles we went to the sex store and we each dared each other to buy one. So I got that one." she said as we disengaged from the hug. Good thing too cause I was getting hard.
The vibrator in question was about eight inches long, smooth and pink.
"Of course if the Tubby Tabby knocked it over I'll have to clean it off before I use it again." she said picking it up and looking at the cat hair on it. "You know what I hate most about this thing though?"
"No."
"My arm gets tired." she said, putting it back down.
"That's why you have two." I said, smiling.
