Editor's Note: contains nonconsentual sex.
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You come home from cheerleader practice still in your hot little skirt and half top. I smile, greeting my eighteen-year old daughter warmly, holding you close. Your firm young breasts pressed against my chest as I inhale the smell of your soft silken hair. "Hey honey, how was practice?"
You smile up at me, returning my embrace. "It was good, daddy. How was work?"
"Boring as usual, but I'm better now that you're home." Chuckling as I slap your hot little ass playfully. "Let's get you something to drink sweetie." I watch my daughter's tight little behind as we head into the kitchen.
You yelp as I slap your ass, hurrying forward into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you stick your head in, rummaging through it. "What do you want, daddy?"
Watching as you bend over into the fridge, my crotch stirs as I stare at your cute little ass shaking in front of me. "Fetch me a beer in the back," I reply, leaning over you, pressing up against your hot little bottom. "I'll get some glasses." You can't find my beer as I continue to press against your young teen body.
You continue to look, not realizing what is happening behind you. "I don't see any beer, dad."
My crotch swells, bulging as I grind against you, my hand resting against your waist as I pretend to keep you from falling over. "Ohhh..." I moan slightly, feeling your tight little ass against me.
"Daddy? Let me up," you ask, trying to move out from the fridge.
I step back, looking down at you as you turn towards me, your nipples poking through your top from the cold. I move closer again, pressing you back against the counter.
"Daddy? What are you doing?"
I reach up, my hand running through your soft smooth hair, suddenly leaning down as my lips meet yours, kissing you deep. My other hand moves up, cupping your young breasts, squeezing them through your top.
"Dad!" you exclaim, pushing my hand away. "Stop it."
My hands are at your side, trapping you between me and the counter. "What? You know you liked it. Why else would you dress like that for me, honey?"
"It's my uniform!"
Smiling as I move up along the sides of your waist, sliding my hands under your top. "Mmm... yes it is..." My hands cup your breasts through your bra, squeezing them gently.
"Daddy! Stop!" you squirm, trying to get away from me.
Pressing you against the counter as one hand continues to massage your breast, the other moving down along your leg, sliding under your cheerleading skirt, moving over hot little ass.
"Oh god, stop..." you start panicking. "Daddy, please don't! I'm your daughter!"
Lifting your leg around mine, I kiss you again, hard and deep. I raise your top higher, pushing your bra up over your breasts to expose your firm young tits. "Mmmm... very nice Laura."
Tears start welling in your eyes. "Daddy! Stop it... you're supposed to love me and take care of me."
"Mmm... I do love you baby, very very much... that's why I need to do this, why I have to have you." I flip you around, bending your young body over the counter. You see your mother out the window in the gardens, blissfully unaware as I grope your hot little ass.
"MOM!!" you scream, trying to attract her attention. "Dad, you can't do this!"
I lean over you, whispering into your ear. "Why not?" I ask, my breath hot and moist against your neck. My hands move over the hot flesh of your tight little ass as I pull your little panties to the side. I press against you again. You feel something hard and hot against your skin as it slides over your ass, moving lower, rubbing the lips of your sweet pussy.
