Goddam Celia! Could she have timed it any worse? I took a swig of my beer. I was angry. I looked at the bin of baby stuff that had placed on the floor, silently cursing it. I sat there for half a minute or so, then I got a hold of myself. The moment was perfect, right? I listened for a few seconds to the shower. Marisa was naked, right now, in the shower. So what's the next logical step?
I downed my beer in three gulps, gave my head a quick shake, and headed up the stairs. My half-hard dick began rising back to full hardness. I began to imagine my daughter, who not five minutes ago had been wriggling around in my lap, soaping up her lean, tight body underneath the hot, steamy spray from the showerhead. I imagined stripping out of my clothes, pushing the shower curtain aside, taking her into my arms and giving her a deep, hot kiss.
With a surge of energy I bounded up the last few stairs and rounded the corner heading to the bathroom. The sound of the shower grew louder in my ears, and I heard the voice of my daughter singing mingled in with it. I stood in front of the door for a second, composing myself, steeled my resolve, and reached for the door handle.
...And found the door was locked. Locked?
I paused for a moment, and tried it again to be sure. Yes, it was indeed locked. What the hell? Was that a mistake? What if it was deliberate? Shit, what if she was all freaked out now? She HAD to have been able to feel my erection through my pants. Hadn't she? Fuck, then she runs up the stairs and jumps in the shower? Did I make her feel dirty, and she had to wash off? But she was singing... She can't have been totally creeped out if she was singing. Damn, I couldn't make out what song it was. It sounded like a cheerful sort of melody though. What was going on here?
I sort of panicked for a minute, imagining all kinds of horrifying scenarios involving her looking at me with fear, or disgust. Treating me like a pervert, a sicko. Shit, what if Karen was wrong? Did I misinterpret a girl's innocent love for her dad as lust? Was I so blind with twisted desire that I almost ruined our relationship forever?
I backed off in a sort of daze... She said she loved me. That's right, the last thing she did before heading up the stairs; she said she loved me. And she had that dazzling smile on her face that had been missing for the last couple of weeks.
But she locked the door to the bathroom. That was obviously not an invitation for me to walk in and join her. Could she not feel my hard-on? Was it all innocent and playful to her, just a father trying to cheer up his daughter? Would I have really fucked things up if I had walked in the bathroom if she forgot to lock it by mistake? Shit!
I shuffled down the hall towards her bedroom. The flowers I gave her were on her night table in a vase already, still wrapped in paper. I reached out and gently touched the petals on the ones nearest me, letting my gaze fall on the framed picture of me she kept on the same night table, right next to her when she slept. What should I do? I was so confused. My erection was waning again. I had what felt like the beginning of a mild case of blue balls. OK, I guess the right thing to do at the moment was just cool my heels, make myself available, and wait for her to make the next move.
But what if she didn't make a move? Crap! What to do? I wandered back up the hallway, my balls gently throbbing. Damn, I needed to cum. I wished Karen were there... to give me guidance with Marisa, or to suck me off and swallow... or maybe both. My eyes turned and met Marisa's grad photograph on the wall. That gorgeous, immaculate smile, her penetrating brown eyes... I was so in love with her. I stared at the picture while the sounds of the shower and my daughter's singing filled my ears. Then something caught my sight.
The laundry hamper -- one of the cuffs of Marisa's skinny jeans was hanging of the lid. Had she just stripped out of her clothes and thrown them in there? If her jeans were in there, then...
I opened the hamper and, yes indeed. Inside the crotch of her jeans was a pair of yellow cotton panties. Panties she had just been wearing not five minutes ago! While she was grinding in my lap!
Now, I've never really had much of an underwear fetish before, but the moment my eyes focused on that garment, an electric shock went through my whole body. I started breaking out in a cold sweat, my breath getting shallow and rapid, and my cock rapidly surging back to hardness. In a trance, with tingling fingers, I retrieved the piece of lingerie and held it in my hands, starting at it intently. I was fairly shaking. I turned it over, around, and inside out, in awe and reverence the idea that this heavenly wisp of cloth had cradled my sweet daughter's nethers scant moments before...
I noted that there was a tiny yellowish, damp spot in the crotch. My hand fumbled with my zipper as I put the panties to my nose and inhaled deeply. The subtle, musky, sweet aroma filled my nostrils and set my brain on fire with tingles. My right hand drew out my throbbing dick and encircled it. My balls were throbbing and pulsing, overloaded with sperm. I felt like I had to cum or I was going to burst! I started rapidly pounding my dick as my eyes focused on Marisa's picture again, her radiant beaming smile, her perfect, winsome countenance...
My cock felt like a rod of steel and my heart was pounding in my chest. I was frantic with lust now, overcome with crushing love for my daughter and incendiary desire. I draped her panties over my tool so the crotch panel wrapped my glans and started furiously yanking my dick for all I was worth. In ten seconds, I felt my orgasm start, an alarmingly urgent pulsing, starting in my prostate and engulfing my entire body. I fell forward against the wall, my face inches from Marisa's photo, my breath coming in rapid gasps as sweat poured from my forehead. The first shot of semen that erupted from my spasming cock was so enormous it felt like I was urinating, my balls retracting powerfully up against my shaft, my prostate cleching like a fist, rocketing jizz from the tip of my dick. "UHHHhhhhhhh..." I groaned as wave after wave of ejaculatory rapture seized my body. The first shot of cum had soaked through the crotch or Marisa's panties, and the subsequent were like a continuous flowing stream of spunk, only briefly interrupted by the crushing contractions in my prostate pumping out copious volumes of ejaculate. "Marisa!" I called out as I violently ejected my cum into her panties while I stared transfixed at her photo. "Marisa!!!..."
Right at that moment the shower had stopped. "Yes, Daddy?" came my daughter's voice from inside the bathroom.
I froze in panic, my daughter's underwear draped over my erection, semen soaking through it, coating my hand, dripping onto my pants and the hall carpet. "Uh, what?" was all I could stupidly bluster out.
"Did you call me, Daddy?" she asked from behind the bathroom door.
"Uh, yes, I was, uh, just wondering what you wanted for dinner? I was thinking of ordering pizza..." I bumbled my way through, hiking my pants up and trying to tuck my cock away. I was a dripping mess.
"That sounds great!" Marisa said.
"OK, sweetie, I'll order it now," I said, stumbling towards my bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower before dinner too."
"OK, Daddy!"
I quickly stripped out of my clothes, bundled Marisa's panties up in my shirt, balled my underwear, socks and pants around them, stuffed it deep into the laundry hamper and ran off to the master bathroom to start the shower. I was in such a hurry that I almost forgot to order the pizza. I quickly grabbed my cell phone, made a quick order from Joe's Pizza, and leapt in the shower, still dripping with semen.
My thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, anxiety, excitement, fear, guilt... I turned on the water and sprayed the clinging strands of semen off of my hand and dick. My balls felt like they had just been kicked, and my legs were a little wobbly. Holy hell, what was I doing? Uncontrollable erections, stealing panties, jacking off outside the door where a girl was showering... I really was acting like I was Marisa's age, wasn't I? I had to get a grip on myself. And not just on my cock.
