father and daughter
My ten year old daughter sprawled herself on the floor
in front of the TV. It was the middle of summer, and a
plague of blue-bottle jelly fish had closed the
beaches. Nance had been with me for a week, with
nowhere to go. I felt bad, as the highlight of her
coming to see me had always been the beach. This time,
though, we had to make do with the tube.
Still, it wasn't all that bad. Usually in the morning I
would take Nance down for a swim, then back to the
house to get changed for going shopping. I hated
shopping. It must be a male thing, but following a girl
(even if it's your daughter) around a number of
clothing stores is not on the top of my list. Today,
though, we hadn't even made it to the beach, and Nance
didn't look like she was gearing up for an expedition.
Although she was in her bathing suit.
It was a little blue bikini set. I'd always been
against it, because I didn't think she was old enough
to be showing that much of herself off in public. It
was so small it was almost obscene. If she had been old
enough to show pubic hair she would have had to have
shaved it before swimming... As soon as my mind got
onto that track I got hard, and that was another reason
to forbid the suit. I mean, if I was getting aroused by
it, god help the boys in the beach!
Right now though, we weren't on the beach. We were at
home, and Nance was laying on the floor. Her dark hair
was long, and was playing over the small of her back. I
watched the line of her bikini straps, disappearing
under her hair, and couldn't help but wonder what it
would be like undoing the clasp.
Wait.. what was I doing? Was I lusting over my own
No, just watching over her. That's what I told myself.
That wondering fancy was just an aberration. Nothing to
do with the fact that her hair seemed to be flowing
over the rise of her small buttocks, and that I could
see the small patch of fabric covering her tiny
All at once I stopped, my hand half raised, seemingly
on its way towards my cock.
I took a deep breath and relaxed.
Nance looked back at me and smiled.
I noticed the wispy pubic hair escaping her bikini
bottoms. There was no hiding my arousal.
Nance looked back at the tele. As she did she seemed to
stretch out her legs, showing me the most unfettered
view of her young bikini-clad vagina. I reached out
involuntarily and clasped her right ankle. Nance's
breath slowed, but she didn't look around. Instead her
concentration tightened on the TV.
I slid my hand slowly up her right thigh, and heard her
breath catch. I moved higher, thinking "my daughter is
letting me feel her up!" Nance just kept watching the
TV, as I slid a finger inside her. I started moving it
up and down, up and down, lingering each time on her
clitoris, and each time Nance seemed to open a little
more, even though she never made a sound.
Finally I couldn't take it any more. I moved on top of
her, undid my trousers and fumbled my way out of my
pants. My daughter looked around, giggled, and reached
her left hand around to guide me in. I nearly came
straight away! The first sign my daughter gives me is
to guide me in. Oooohhh...
I pushed for a second, and thought she'd brought me to
the wrong spot, when I broke through. My daughter's
hymen. I pushed through, as Nance started to moan. I
tried to go slow, but I couldn't help myself, and I
thrust harder and harder, until Nance screamed...
I stopped straight away, grabbed Nance, saying, "I'm
sorry, I'm sorry." But Nance took my face in her hands
and said, "Dad, I love you and that was the best
feeling I've ever had."
I laughed. She'd liked it! That meant we could do it
Then she caught my hand and said, "You remember that I
turn eleven in a couple of weeks?