Author's note: This is a brief little tale without much build-up. I don't usually write stories where the father is the one to make the first move, so this is a little different for me. I hope you enjoy it.
Katie stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed and exuberant. Relishing the moist heat of the steamy bathroom, she tried (without much luck) to wipe the fog from the mirror. She could just catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror: short, curvaceous, with shoulder-length brown hair. A spray of freckles traveled across her cheeks, as well as down her shoulders and across her breasts, which were generous without being unwieldy. They were big enough that she got glances from the boys, anyway, especially since she'd turned eighteen.
She turned sideways in the mirror, feeling a little vain but still enjoying the way she looked. Katie would never be mistaken for a great beauty, but she was happy to have outgrown the gangly, awkward looks of her youth. Her belly was tight, her shoulders sculpted, and her face had evolved from "weird" to "cute" -- even if she was sometimes self-conscious about the sheer amount of freckles on her nose and cheeks.
Katie had already gotten some compliments from family members over the Christmas weekend. Her grandparents' expansive three-story house had been full of the sound of holiday revelry since Friday, with aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and cousins from all over populating the rooms. Her family had always held big, elaborate celebrations at Christmastime, and this year was no exception. So already there had been kind remarks from aunts and uncles about "what a beautiful young woman" beautiful" she'd become, sometimes even accompanied by cliched cheek pinches.
Katie didn't make much of that, coming from older relatives, but more than one cousin had thrown a glance her way that was clearly less than familial -- especially when she'd worn the green scoop-neck top she always liked to wear around this time of year. She'd had it since she was about fifteen, and this year she found she'd filled it out to the point where she ran the risk of scandalizing people.
Which, she pondered, might not be all bad. She'd even gotten one long glance from her father, whose gaze she was sure had lingered on her cleavage for a handful of seconds during the Friday night festivities. It wasn't the kind of glance that usually accompanied a command to go change into something more modest.
Fastening her brown hair into a short ponytail with a hair tie, she fetched her panties from the small bathroom table and stepped into them. If her dad thought the top had been cause for alarm, wait until he saw the elfin outfit she'd purchased just for Christmas Eve. With a low neckline, green stockings, and a skirt that ended well above the knee, she thought there was a strong possibility one of her older relatives would scold her.
Worth it, she thought. Katie wanted to see if her dad would defend her wardrobe choice. She knew she shouldn't be thinking such thoughts about her dad, but she couldn't help it. She was eighteen, out on her own with a full-time job, had no boyfriend, and hadn't seen her dad in months. She loved him fiercely, and at the moment he was the youngest and most handsome man in her life.
That, and there was no sense putting too fine a point on it -- the holidays invariably made her horny. Between Thanksgiving and New Year's, Katie tended to be a train wreck of questionable romantic decisions.
Downstairs, over the sound of the bathroom fan, she could just hear the ebb and flow of conversation as the family started gathering for breakfast. It was going to be loud and boisterous, like every meal had been so far. She was happy to hear the sound, but also grateful for the moment of solitude she had up here on the second floor. Even with as many bathrooms and bedrooms as the house had, it was sometimes difficult to get a moment's privacy.
Moving at a leisurely pace, Katie smeared moisturizer on her body as the fog slowly cleared from the mirror. She lingered a while as she stroked her lower belly, feeling the ambient arousal that had pestered her since her arrival, wishing she were in a position to do something about it. She supposed she could take care of herself right here and now, but the ache she felt couldn't be satisfied with a quickie masturbation session.
Sighing softly to herself, Katie applied some makeup before getting dressed, still clad in nothing but her panties. Her outfit was a purple button-down top and a black skirt -- nothing too provocative, but maybe with a little luck, she'd get some more covetous glances from family members. Maybe one of the older men. She liked that idea.
She had just finished applying lipstick when the bathroom door opened and her father walked in.
Looking back on it later, Katie would never be able to verbally explain exactly how what happened next came to pass.
He stood there in the doorway: the tall, imposing, muscular figure she'd known all her life, brown hair short, immaculately trimmed beard covering his chin and cheeks. Those piercing blue eyes that were forceful yet kind at the same time.
In a split second, she took in the full sight of him. The expression of shock on his face. His hand on the doorknob. The pale blue robe he wore, open enough to expose the gently rippling muscles on his chest leading down to the slight belly he was developing in middle age. The way the robe, borrowed and too big, hung on him, the soft bathrobe belt that was tied loose -- loose enough that she could see the shape of his belly, leading down to the dark upper edge of his pubic hair.
By all rights, she should have screamed. Covered herself up. Protested loudly, even knowing it was an accident. Felt horror and embarrassment at her father seeing her all but naked. She knew he should have recoiled, apologizing frantically as he withdrew, the door slamming shut, leaving them both to deal with their humiliation in private.
But Katie didn't do any of these things. Neither did her father. Instead, they both froze, gazes locked. Katie stood wide-eyed, the lipstick tube inches from her open mouth. Her dad stood equally motionless, his jaw dropped.
And then she saw his gaze travel down her body. She watched every flicker of his glance, down the line of her back to her ass, then up to the reflection of her belly and breasts. Lingering there for a moment before returning to her face.
She still didn't move. By this time, Katie felt, surely she should be laughing in embarrassment and disbelief, aghast yet amused at the absurdity of it -- father and daughter looking at each other this way. But she didn't do that either.
Instead, she looked down to below his waist, where the belt of his bathrobe seemed, like a living thing, to be undoing itself. She didn't realize it was because of her father's burgeoning erection until the robe came undone completely, revealing his cock in its entirety.
A swell of laughter and noise drifted up from downstairs. Katie barely heard it. Her gaze was fixed on her father's erect penis: thick, veiny, with a broad purple head and a thick tuft of pubic hair at its base. Katie found it both ugly and beautiful at the same time -- the least bewildering of the emotions she felt at the moment.
She realized she'd been gazing at it a long time, with an expression not unlike ravenous hunger. When her eyes met her father's again, she was sure the desire on her face was crystal-clear.
"Dad--" she whispered. The word drifted off on its own. She had nothing to follow it.
Then her dad closed the door, and with a twist of the knob, locked it.
Katie had time to put down her lipstick before he was on her. Rough hands grabbed her: one by the waist, the other by the shoulder. She instantly felt the thick head of his cock push against her ass through her underwear.
She gasped, an involuntary startled whimper escaping her mouth. Katie's heart was suddenly beating so fast she feared she might pass out.
He leaned down. His lips brushed against her back and shoulders as he kissed her there. The bliss was overwhelming. Her body shuddered, back and arms stippling with goosebumps at his forbidden touch. She realized she was breathing heavily, as if she'd just run up the stairs, and that she was making a high-pitched moan with every breath.
The hand on her waist drifted up to her belly, then her breast, cupping it, squeezing. Katie's arousal lit her brain on fire, made her feel like she would entirely melt in his arms, transformed into nothing but pure taboo desire. She put a hand over his, indicating she wanted his touch there, because she did, suddenly more than anything she'd ever wanted in her life. She wanted that, and so much more.
He still hadn't spoken a word, and she only one. Katie's mind was reeling. This was the man who had brought her into the world. Who had raised her from the time she was a girl. Who had taught her the difference between right and wrong, what was acceptable and what wasn't, how to act in polite society. Her parent. Her sweet, strong, dependable dad.
Reaching back with her free hand, she hooked her thumb into the waistband of her panties and pulled down, so her dad could put his cock in her.
Katie struggled to complete the task one-handed, but he soon saw her intent and reached down to finish it for her. In an instant, her panties were down to her ankles, puddled on the floor. In the next instant, those rough but gentle hands were on her back, pushing her down, bending her over the bathroom sink.
She braced one hand against the mirror with a low cry, knowing what was coming next. For a moment, her gaze fixed on the little half-moons of fog her splayed fingers made on the glass. Then she felt her father's swollen and rock-hard cock nudge her ass for a moment, seeking, before finding her pussy and pushing inside.
Katie's pussy was already drenched, and so her father slipped in easily. But the sensation of his cock filling her was overwhelming, startling, the taboo impossibility of it threatening to melt her consciousness. A loud, involuntary groan escaped her, a sound of pleasure indistinguishable from a cry of agony.
But if there were a time where either of them might have backed away from the irreversible taboo of this moment, it was long past.
Katie's mind reeled, and she despaired that the noise she made might have alerted the people downstairs. She could only hope not. But another moan threatened to escape as he pushed further into her, exquisitely, and rather than chide her or even say a word, he clapped a hand over his daughter's mouth.
