At home visiting Sarah loved it when her father came to her room at night. She'd been sexually aroused by her father since she could remember. His coming into her room though was something entirely new.
He'd never even looked at her sexually before, and now that he was, Sarah dressed provocatively, hinted in every way she knew how, that she approved.
He'd gone from just watching her after one night when he stepped in to check on her, to touching her when he thought she was asleep, and tonight would be no different. She even started going to bed earlier, kissing him goodnight, looking at him in such a way she knew he'd soon follow.
She laid in her old bed in her old room pretending to be asleep and each night pushed her blankets a little further down so he could begin touching her sooner.
She'd gone a step further when earlier in the evening, anticipating him coming to her room she'd pressed her fingers against her already slippery wet little pussy through her panties and touching herself she had the sexiest idea.
Sarah took off her tiny little powdery blue panties, the ones she'd picked especially for him, and found the wet spot of where she'd pushed them into her gushing throbbing little pussy.
Her body and thoughts humming with aroused excitement she took a small pair of sewing scissors and cut a slit in her panties right where her fingers pressed inside her, where her Daddy touched her; this time she wanted to feel him touching her not just through her damp little panties. She wanted him to feel her soft warm wet folds so creamy slippery hot for him, to push his big finger inside her warm throbbing wet little pussy. She wondered if her father would go that far. Her entire being thrilled at the thought.
The cut she made in her delicate little panties wasn't a big hole, just a small little slit, enough that as he ran his fingers down between her legs over the material pulled tight against her swollen little mound, it was big enough the tip of one of his fingers instead of just pressing through her panties, would surely go inside her panties, and maybe even slide inside her.
She knew he felt how warm and damp he made her when he touched her under the covers, so tonight she decided she'd again lay on her stomach and push her blankets down past her bottom her one leg bent at the knee so he'd have unfettered access to his willing daughter's warm sex already swollen and throbbing wet for him.
She pictured herself lying on her stomach pretending to be asleep, her soft moans, her pushing her bottom up to her father's hand in little undulating lifts. She'd also raise up her nightshirt, up high like it raised up all on its own; she wanted him to see all of her in the soft light coming in from the hall, her breasts, how sexy she looked in her little panties, to tempt him to touch her aching hot breasts, her nipples swollen and puffy erect, her entire body on fire. When she would at last roll over he would see just how aroused she was, how her rubbing on the silky sheets made her breasts and nipples swell so firm aching hot for his warm mouth.
Sarah wanted to hear her father whisper those words, "Good girl, be a good girl for Daddy," as she purred and moaned on his lovely fingers. She wanted to hear him call her his lil baby, the way he always did, but this time with his fingers buried in her soft little pussy, her writhing hot, her cumming on his long sensitive fingers.
She laid on her stomach in her old bed, in the dark of her old room waiting for him, spreading her knees apart rubbing her bare pubis in little circles on the mattress like she had when she was younger.
The insides of her thighs rubbing the so soft sheets, she was making herself so wet, so hot she could barely stand it, so aroused she was rocking her hips, unselfconsciously rolling and rubbing her belly and her starved little pussy into her soft sheets, her legs all around on the sheets, purring out, "Nnnnn, Papa, come visit me Daddy."
She wanted him to see her, her legs spread, her tight little bottom pushed up, her sheer panties so tiny they barely covered her, so sheer he would be able to see her freshly shaven bald little slit, just for him. She felt so sexy, so girlishly feminine. Imagining him pushing her little panties aside, him slipping his finger inside the hole she'd made, her bucking on his fingers dipping so perfectly warm inside her; she willed him to come into her room, when she heard him in the hall.
She quietly turned her face away from the door; she didn't want him to see her so excited, her sucking her own juices from the knuckles of her fingers, breathing hard even before he came in not wanting to whimper like she almost did the night before afraid he'd stop if he knew she was awake.
She'd been laying there like that for what seemed like an eternity, her right arm down along her side, her left hand underneath her, touching herself, wriggling on her fingers; she so badly wanted to slide her fingers through the little hole she'd made in her powdery blue thin panties, the material already so warm damp. She made herself wait savoring that moment when her father's fingers slipped inside and touched her pink soft slippery wet little pussy.
Her heart was beating so fast she moved her hand out from under her and lay still wondering if he'd smell her sex on her fingers, how much he'd love her taste as much as she did, when he opened her door.
She heard him walk in as softly as he could across her room, and then stand silent next to her bed, the only sound he made, his breathing. She'd never felt so erotic, so completely sexual.
Almost unable to breathe, holding her breath she felt him sit on the edge of her bed; she felt giddy, her eyes racing. She felt his hand on her bottom, the touch radiating up through her, his fingertips touching between her legs, so lightly, her knee raised, her pussy open for him, gently sliding one finger along her slit through her silky thin panties.
