(All characters are 18+)
'Are you getting ready?' I shout through my bedroom door. Her voice, when it answers, is closer than I anticipated.
'I'm showered daddy'.
'But you aren't ready', I reply, as I look at her standing at my bedroom door in her vest top and little panties. I try not to look too closely and if I am being honest with myself, it takes way more willpower than it should not to look at my daughter. My little girl has grown up. Her pert young breasts push against her vest top and the outline of her puffy nipples are barely hidden against the thin fabric. Her tiny panties are equally tight and show off her lithe figure. She has long, toned legs (when did that happen?) and has turned into what my dad when he was alive, would have called, an absolute stunner.
'So why aren't you ready?' I ask. 'Horsey' is her one word reply. I smile but try to disguise it. Horsey was 'our thing' for years, a fun physical connection between dad and daughter that always resulted in fits of giggles and lots of tickles. I honestly can't remember when we last played. Time has passed and my baby is developing into a young woman, she isn't the young innocent girl she once was. I think back and begin to remember the last time we played. Through the fog of memories I recall that at the end of the game, although nothing was said, there was an awkwardness, a feeling that the game we had just played was now somehow different.
'We haven't done that for a long while, aren't you getting a bit big for horsey?' 'No!' Is her categoric reply. 'I'm not even dressed' I say as I look down at my body. I'm wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of crotch-hugging boxers. 'And I'm not sure we have time', I add. 'We are heading out to lunch, remember?' In truth, I am more worried that my current attire leaves very little room to hide and I'm not sure I can trust myself not to get aroused if the game were to go ahead.
The undeniable truth is that my little girl isn't so little any more and her beautiful body turns me on. She still walks freely around the house, wearing next to nothing and on rare occasions, absolutely nothing. During these times I have surreptitiously watched her and now know her body well. I have observed how her once flat bum, aided by regular trips to the gym and an almost religious devotion to Pilates, has swollen out and rounded in the most beautiful way. And how her perfectly flat tummy separates her well formed but still developing breasts from her hairless little pussy. Does she shave or wax I wonder, either way it looks so smooth.
I hate myself for getting aroused at my own daughter and, worse, I am ashamed to admit that late at night, as I struggle to sleep, my cock grows hard with thoughts of her and I cum hard thinking of her beautiful, tight little body and all the things I would like to do to it.
'Horsey!' She repeats, this time with her hands on her hips and her chin jutting out. This has always been her way of getting around me. Since her mother left us we have lived together alone. She has been my rock and I have been hers. We look after each other and while it's not always smooth sailing, we have found a comfortable way of coexisting in a shared space; me a divorced middle aged man and her a growing young woman with a thirst for life. But she also knows that when it comes to my baby, I am a soft touch. A daddy who will do anything to please his little girl.
