Luke heard the crashing of heavy footsteps as someone tumbled into the house, tried to close the door quietly, and failed. It must be Becky back from her party and she must be drunk, he thought to himself angrily. He put down his book, took off his glasses, got out of bed and went downstairs. He found her in the kitchen raiding the fridge, her hair messy, her little black dress far too short and smelling faintly of fruity vodka.
"Oh shit. Did I wake you, Daddy?" she said as she clumsily closed the fridge door, stumbled a little and looked up at him innocently.
"Becky you're drunk. I've been worried sick about you. You wait until your Mother hears about this when she gets home. Look at you, you're a mess, you stink of alcohol, where the hell have you been? Why are you home so late?" he spat at her, looking her up and down with accusing eyes.
"I'm sorry Daddy." she said walking over towards him and looking up at him with big innocent brown eyes. "I didn't mean to be a bad girl, I don't want to upset you, Daddy. I love you."
"You can't wriggle your way out of this Becky, we will continue this conversation tomorrow." he said sternly looking down at her, trying to not be softened by her sweet expression. She was a teenager after all, these things were going to happen, Luke just worried about her getting herself into trouble, she had always been wild as a little girl and he worried that her recklessness would give her cause to regret one day
"Daddy, will you put me to bed? I don't feel well." she said softly, leaning her weight against his chest. He could smell the vodka on her breath, and the faint smell of vanilla coming from her soft brown hair. Luke pulled her close, wrapped her arms around his neck, picked her up and began to carry her upstairs to her bedroom. She sighed and moaned as he gently placed her on the bed, he let go of her but she kept holding her arms around his neck.
"Becky, sweetie. Let go, it's time for you to sleep now." he whispered softly into her ear, awkwardly kneeling next to the bed as he tried to extract himself from her.
"Mmmh, Daddy..." she mewled as she slid her hands away. He looked at her for a moment, she looked so peaceful with her eyes closed, her soft brown curls strewn over her pillow, framing her heart shaped face, her soft plump lips, slightly parted, still stained by some smudged lipstick. She looked like a woman now, not a girl anymore. Luke gently stroked her cheek and she rubbed her face into him, she mindlessly took his hand and led it down her neck towards her full little breasts, panicked, he snatched his hand away.
*God, she must be more drunk than I thought. *
It didn't stop there, she began squirming around in the bed, her dress slowly riding upwards, her little hands began to slide down her body, across her belly and down towards her thighs, her legs spread and as he looked over her body he could see that under her dress was her perfectly shaved little slit.
Did she go out not wearing underwear or did she lose it at the party?!
Luke was frantic now, *what had happened tonight? When did my little girl start behaving like this?* As much as he tried to will himself to stop, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her dress was pulled up, exposing her creamy thighs, her tight little ass and her perfectly shaven teenage pussy, her fingers kept sliding further south until she was cupping her mound, parting her pussy lips, and rubbing her fingertips over her clit. He watched her hips gently thrusting up and down and imagined what it would be like to touch her, blood rushed from his brain to his crotch, his cock starting to strain against his jeans.
*This is so so wrong. I can't watch this.*
He stood up, desperate for relief, about to go and relieve himself in the bathroom when she moaned "Uuuuhh, Daddy." His cock sprang to attention, even harder, it was hurting now, he had a dull ache in his balls, he needed release.
*Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. She's thinking about me. God.. I'm thinking about her too, her sweet little face, her hot little body, her tight little... No! No! This is sick. I'm sick in the head. *
Her fingers slid inside her and he could hear how wet she was as she thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy. Luke couldn't help it, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, hard and heavy in his hand, his cock already oozing precum. He began to stroke himself up and down, the precum lubing him up while watching his daughter finger fuck herself. He could just imagine how how and tight her little pussy would feel around him, how she's squeeze him, how he'd make her feel so good.
"Daddy?"