She was feigning sleep when he entered her room.
"Emiko, Come on!" her Father said sternly, "You have to get ready for school."
"But I'm sick, Daddy," she whined, "They don't want us in class if we're sick."
"You're not sick!" He laughed pulling the covers down to encourage her to get up.
He shouldn't have been surprised to see that she only wore a tiny pair of yellow panties and a baby-doll half shirt - but he was.
"What are you going to do when you have hard courses in Osaka?" he continued, "It's a different level of competition."
Her mother was sending her to live with her grandparents in Japan for her last two years of college. The competition would be tough and she would have to work hard to keep up.
"That's why I'm sick," she rolled over so she was laying flat on her back on the bed, "It's all the stress!"
She didn't try to cover herself back up.
He paused at the magnificence of her young body. He knew it was wrong to look at his daughter that way but he was a man after all - and it was hardwired in the male genes.
He let his eyes roam over her body. She giggled and took his hand.
"See, Daddy," she said, pulling it to her forehead, "Feel how warm I am?"
Her hair was a full long black mane - she'd inherited her mother's Asian features and skin but her eyes were lighter, She had the sexiest, full pouty lips, and he couldn't resist running his hand through it to brush it away from her face so he could admire her.
"You feel fine to me," he stated.
"I know I'm hot, Daddy," she rubbed her thighs together and slid her heels up the bed until her legs were splayed wide open - her puffy dark mound was split and outlined by the stretched seam of the panties. "I can feel it!"
"You know as well as I do that feeling your head isn't a reliable way to gauge your temperature," he said huskily, running his fingers through her hair.
"Fine," she said rolling onto her side and pulling his big hand down to her lower back, "What about now?"
She reminded him so much of the beautiful woman he'd married in Osaka. When he looked at her; he saw Mui, how she'd looked when he'd met her - how she'd acted when they were alone.
"How about I get your Mother to check you?" he asked trying to pull his hand away.
"No!" she cried and rolled onto her back trapping his hand under her, "Mommy's not as nice to me as you are!"
She used her 'little girl voice' on him and she knew it was her best weapon when trying to get her way. He tried to pull his arm away but she sat up and hugged him tight to her big soft titties.
"I know you're off today," she said, "Can't I just stay home with you?"
"Emiko, you really shouldn't be doing this - this often."
"I've been very sick, Daddy."
"Let me get your Mother."
"She's going to work!" Emiko whined.
As if on cue his Wife hollered up at them from downstairs: "I'm leaving ... love you guys!"
"Bye!" Emiko cried cheerfully.
The door slammed as she left.
"See," she said, "Now you have to take care of me."
She grabbed his hand and guided his finger between her legs to her warm soft mound.
"Am I hot, Daddy?" she asked.
"You feel alright to me," he said.
"Check again," she pleaded.
"Emiko I ...," he tried to protest but she guided his finger under her panties and into her soft steamy hole.
