Bath Time is Family Time
My eyes opened wide, as did my mouth. There was my daughter, completely naked again in front of me, acting like there was nothing out of the ordinary. She sat there half submerged in the water, but with her beautiful little chest completely exposed to my view.
"Kimmy..." I said. "What are you doing?"
"Taking a bath," she replied innocently. "Hurry up and get in before the water gets cold."
"But I..."
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Well... I just wasn't expecting..."
She giggled. "To take a bath with me?" she finished for me.
I nodded, unable to conceal the embarrassment on my face.
"It's okay, Daddy. There's no need to be bashful. It's not like we haven't been naked together before. I want to scrub your back as a thank-you for being so wonderful for me today."
I couldn't deny that it sounded nice. Too nice, in fact.
"Come on, Daddy." she pleaded. "It's just a bath. Unless you're worried that I'm going to try to seduce you," she said with a teasing smile on her face.
"Oh, no, that's not it at all," I replied. "I just... well..."
Her eyes lowered to my crotch, where I couldn't hide the rising lump in my pants.
"Oh, I see," she said with a smile. "Well, I don't mind if you don't."
"Um... really?" I asked, surprised.
"Daddy, I know all about that, remember. I just think you're not used to seeing my body, that's all. So we just have to get you used to it, and then there won't be any problem, will there?"
She had a very good point. I could probably have come up with a counterargument to her logic, but when it came right down to it, I didn't want to.
"But it doesn't bother you that... well.. that maybe I'm having thoughts that I shouldn't have about you?" I asked instead.
"I trust you completely, Daddy. I know you would never do anything to me that I don't want."
I sighed. She really had a good point. I knew there were a million good reasons why I shouldn't accept the offer, but for some reason I couldn't think of a single one of them right now. Against my better judgment, I began to undress.
She watched me with a smile of delight on her face. I knew I shouldn't feel this good about letting my daughter see my body, but I found myself disrobing almost without thinking, as if my hands were moving all on their own.
Before I knew it, I stood there in front of her completely naked and with my cock as hard as iron and pointing straight out in front of me. I noticed her staring at it, but no matter how much I told myself I should cover up, the thrill of having her see me like this overpowered any inhibitions I might have felt.
After what seemed an eternity, her eyes raised to mine. "Come on in, Daddy, before the water gets cold," she said.
I nodded dumbly, then stepped into the tub. Her eyes returned to my dick, and never left it until it submerged under the water. I at least had enough willpower to face away from her. She had said she wanted to scrub my back after all. Kimmy scooted in closer, and although her chest didn't quite touch my back, her knees touched my sides. Since she was so much smaller than me, that meant that she had her legs spread nice and wide. I tried not to picture that sight, but it was hard to get it out of my mind.
She grabbed the cup that sat on the shelf in the wall, scooped up some water, and poured it over my shoulders. Then she took the wash cloth and began to rub it over my shoulders. I could feel the water running down my back and chest, washing away not only sweat and dirt, but all the tension in my muscles as well.
"There, now doesn't this feel nice?" she asked.
"Uh huh," I stammered. It had been a while since I had had my back washed. My last girlfriend had been a highly motivated and active woman, and we rarely had time to enjoy such simple pleasures, even during the summer when I didn't have to work. With Kimmy, though, we had all the time in the world.
Her hands felt so nice on me as she ran them all over my back. She had the most delicate touch, almost like a feather. I could feel myself relaxing more and more, second by second, and I couldn't help sighing. I could get used to this.
I decided that this much was all right. If Kimmy wanted to take a bath with me again, I would accept willingly. There was really nothing wrong with it; we were family, after all.
She moved her hands to my shoulders and began to massage them. I sighed as she worked out the tension in them; it felt so nice to have her do this for me. She had the most wonderful touch, and although her fingers were small, they worked their magic all over my shoulders.
"Thank you, Kimmy," I told her. "That feels so good."
"I love making you feel good, Daddy," she replied. "Let's do this every night."
"Mm," I said noncommittally. I still had enough self-control to realize that now was not the time to be making that kind of decision. I needed to wait until my head was clear from the intoxication of the bath and my daughter's naked presence behind me. Maybe on occasion we could bathe together, but I didn't know if I would be able to control myself if we did it every night.
I let her massage me like that for the longest time, and I closed my eyes to bask in the exquisite feeling. This, at least, was completely innocent. There was nothing wrong with a girl giving her daddy a shoulder massage, although admittedly doing it in the bathtub was probably bad. At the moment, though, I didn't care. I just wanted to let this feeling continue.
Suddenly, she threw her arms around my neck and pressed her body up against my back. I was alarmed until I realized that it was just a hug; she wasn't trying to seduce me or anything like that. Despite the fact that it really was inappropriate with us naked like this, I did nothing to discourage her. It did feel nice after all...
"You know something?" she told me. "You're not just the best dad in the world, you're all-around the best guy in the world."
"Thanks, Kimmy. And I think you're the best daughter, and the best girl in the world."
Then she caught me off my guard again by kissing me on the shoulder. All of these things she was doing to me really had me confused. What did she mean by them? If she were any other woman, I would say she was trying to seduce me, and if she were any other woman, it would work. But she was my daughter, and that meant it was all completely innocent. Or was it?
She didn't stop at the first kiss, but continued to kiss me all over my shoulders and even my neck. She continued to press her chest up against my back as she did so, her arms wrapped around me in a tender embrace.
What was she doing? Didn't she know what kind of effect this was having on me? Or maybe she did know, and was doing it on purpose.
No, I couldn't think that of her. Despite her background, Kimmy was innocent. None of the things that had happened to her were her fault. She was just a little na�ve, and very affectionate with her daddy. There was nothing wrong with that but my own unwholesome thoughts. On the other hand, it did feel nice...
"I love you, Daddy," she whispered between kisses.
I love you too, I wanted to tell her, but I still didn't know whether it was true. I loved what she was doing to me, I loved being this close to her, I loved her smile, I loved her beautiful face, but did I love her? That was a question I wasn't prepared to answer yet.
After a few minutes, I realized that I had closed my eyes and nearly drifted off to sleep again, basking in the softness of her body and tenderness of her kisses. It was an odd combination of sexual arousal and peaceful tranquility. Certainly my cock hadn't diminished at all; on the contrary, it was as stiff as it had ever been before. I couldn't believe the effect my daughter was having on me.
I yawned, and Kimmy giggled. "Am I boring you?" she teased.
"No, of course not," I smiled back. "It's just so relaxing being with you like this. Not to mention the long day we had today. I'm liable to fall asleep right here in the tub."
"Well then, I'd better put you to work. Now it's your turn to wash my back."
To my disappointment, she withdrew a little, then as I was turning around, she stood up. I found myself gazing up at Kimmy's beautiful body, only about a foot from my face. I tried not to stare, but it was hard not to. No man who could call himself a man would be able to tear his gaze away.
Kimmy sensed my eyes on her, but she merely laughed. "Naughty Daddy," she teased, then turned around and sat down in the water. I merely sat and stared for a minute longer with an admittedly dumbfounded look on my face. Kimmy was sending me all kinds of confusing signals, and I was completely clueless as to their meaning.
"Aren't you going to scrub my back?" she asked.
"Um... sure," I said, reaching for the washcloth. I lifted it out of the water, squeezed out the excess, then with a deep breath I reached forward and touched her skin.
Even through the cloth, touching her bare back like this felt exciting. She had the most flawless, perfect skin, and I found myself wanting to just run my hands over it, washcloth or no washcloth.
She took her hair and pulled it to the side, throwing it over her shoulder so that I could work on her whole back. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to touch her like this. Though she faced away from me, just the opportunity to sit and stare at her made my heart race.
It took a few minutes to get her all washed up, and I took perhaps a little longer than strictly necessary, but I didn't want the bath to end.
To my surprise, once I put the cloth down, she scooted back and pressed her body up against my chest. This had the effect of pushing my cock against her as well. I couldn't believe how wonderful that felt! Something in the back of my mind told me I shouldn't be doing this, that I should get out of the tub right now. That voice of warning, however, seemed to come from a great distance, drowned out by the sensations I was feeling and my attraction to my daughter.
Kimmy reached back and took both of my hands. She drew them forward, then positioned them so that they were wrapped around her front just under her breasts. I realized with excitement that one of my forearms was actually touching the base of the outward curve.
"Are you nervous, Daddy?" she asked me.
"What?"
"You're shivering, and your heart is pounding."
I realized that it was true. How could she not know why? How could she not know what she was doing to me?
"I guess I am a little nervous," I told her.
"Why?"
"Well, because... because I'm a little confused about things right now."
"I'm sorry."
"Oh, no. It's not your fault." That was a complete lie. It was her fault. I just didn't know whether she was doing things intentionally, or just being cute and affectionate.
Maybe she didn't know that herself. Maybe she was just as confused as I was. Was I sending the same kinds of signals to her that she was to me? She already knew that I was aroused; there was no way to hide that fact. Did she think that I actually wanted to seduce her? If so, would she be willing?
No, I couldn't afford to let myself think things like that. But god, she was so soft! What a wonderful feeling that would be.
"Maybe we'd better get out of the bath now," I said in a moment of mental clarity.
"Why?"
"Well... because..."
"Just a few more minutes?" she pleaded.
I sighed. That moment of mental clarity had passed. "All right. A few more minutes it is."
"Daddy?"
"What is it, honey?"
"Would you kiss me like I kissed you?"
I lost all resolve then. What man could refuse such an offer? I lowered my head and kissed her on the shoulder, causing her to sigh in contentment.
She tilted her head to the side, and I kissed her on the neck. There was nothing innocent about this at all; it was certainly not the kind of kiss a father would normally bestow upon his daughter. Right now, though, I felt about as unfatherly toward her as possible.
I lost control then, and kissed her all over the neck and shoulders. Perhaps if she had given me any signal, any at all, that it made her feel uncomfortable, I would have stopped, but she seemed to be enjoying it every bit as much as I was.
Somehow, miraculously, I managed to put an end to it after a few minutes. I don't know if I had a sudden flash of guilt, or if I realized that I was taking things too far, but for whatever reason, I reclaimed control of myself, and drew back.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said, then she stood up again. I thought that that meant the bath was over, to my disappointment, but then she moved in close. For an instant, I thought she was going to press her body right up against my face, but then she sat down again, slipped her legs around my waist, and then leaned in and hugged me.
I realized with both excitement and horror that my cock was pressed right up against her front this time, and I thought I could even feel her clit against the base.
"I love you," she whispered again as she held me there. She had been saying that all day, as if trying to coax me into telling her I loved her too.
I wrapped my arms around her back, not knowing what to do. What should a father do in a situation like this? But as far as I knew, this wasn't a usual situation for a father to be in with his daughter.
As long as I don't do anything, it's all right, I told myself. But wasn't I already doing something? Wasn't I getting aroused while I held my daughter's naked body against my own?
"Wouldn't it be nice if we could just stay here all night like this?" asked Kimmy.
"It sure would," I replied, "but unfortunately, I doubt I could sleep without falling over and dunking us both," I laughed.
She leaned back a little, but kept her hands on my shoulders. She sat there like that for a minute, her face less than a foot from my own, her eyes gazing into mine and her lips wearing a little half-smile.
Her lips. I already knew the pleasure of kissing them; she had kissed me last night when she had her nightmare. But I had been so stunned that I didn't even thinking about enjoying it. Now as I stared at her beautiful face, I knew I wanted to let myself experience that wonderful feeling again. One kiss. Surely she wouldn't begrudge me that?
I leaned forward. Kimmy's smile widened, and she closed her eyes, tilting her chin up to give me better access. So she wanted it too, apparently. I continued leaning in, ever so slowly, toward those beautiful red lips that I so longed to touch.
What am I doing? I suddenly thought in alarm, an instant before I would have completed that journey. At the last moment, I leaned to the side and kissed her on the cheek.
When I drew back, she opened her eyes, and the confusion and disappointment there were obvious. What did that mean? I preferred not to think about it.
Then her expression changed to a mischievous smirk, and I wondered what that meant. A moment later I found out, as she upended a cupful of water over my head.
She giggled as I sputtered and wiped the water from my face. Whatever feelings had happened between us had now passed, and she was in a playful mood.
"Hey!" I complained, then reached for the cup. Still grinning, she held it behind her back. I wrapped my hand around her and tried to grab it, but she was too quick. She passed it to the other hand, then raised it above her head. I reached up, but she wriggled out of my grasp, pulling away.
I wasn't about to let her win that easily. I grabbed her and tried to keep her body against mine in order to keep the cup within reach. She squealed as she slid around in my grasp. Kimmy tried to stand up, but as she planted one of her feet and tried to push upward, it slipped out from under her. She toppled forward right on top of me. I went down backward, even going under water for a second. For an instant, her chest pressed up against my face, and I could feel her nipple poking into my cheek.
Embarrassed, I quickly sat up, releasing her and letting her get away. The water in the tub was churning and even sloshing over the edge onto the bathroom floor.
"Now look what you made me do," I told her, but kept a cheerful smile on my face to let her know it was all in fun.
"Yeah, well you didn't have to try and grab the cup from me," she taunted.
"Well, if you had just given it to me, none of this would have happened."
"If I gave it to you, you would have dumped water all over me," she countered.
"I would not!" I exclaimed in mock indignation. "I was just going to... wash your hair. Yeah, that's it."
She giggled again. "Sure you were."
"Sure I was. We made a mess the last time. The last thing I want to do is start that all over again."
She gazed at me for a second. "You promise?" She asked.
"I promise," I told her.
She held out the cup to me. She was so trusting and innocent that I decided I wouldn't try anything. I had planned to get her back, but looking at her like that, I realized that even if it was all in fun, I could never break a promise to her.
Rather than turning around and facing away from me, she took her previous position straddling my lap with her arms around my neck. It felt so nice that against my better judgment I decided not to tell her to turn around. I could wash her hair just as easily like this.
Trustingly, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. It was such a sexy pose that I almost couldn't resist leaning in and kissing her on the neck. But I refrained, instead filling the cup with water and lifting it very gently above her hair. I tipped it slowly and carefully so as not to get any into her eyes. She sat there immobile as the water ran down and wet her hair.
Two more cupfuls were enough to dampen all of her hair. Then I reached for the shampoo. Once again I took extra care; she was showing me a lot of trust, and I wanted so much to earn it. I poured a little into my hand, then massaged it into her scalp.
I found just running my fingers through her hair to be such a wonderful feeling. She had such soft hair, just like the rest of her. She sighed as I did so, and I found myself turned on even by those little sounds she was making.
All too soon, it had to end. I rinsed her hair off, then set the cup down. By now, the water was getting cold, so it was time to get out of the tub.
Before we did so, however, she leaned in once more and hugged me again, resting her head on my shoulder for a minute. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a squeeze of affection. Then, by silent agreement, we stood up and climbed out of the bathtub.
Kimmy insisted that we dry each other off, and I was so lost by now that I agreed immediately. I reached for the towels, then wrapped it around her and worked it over her body. She stood there patiently while I rubbed her down, smiling contentedly. Again, I took a little more time than was probably necessary, but it gave me a good excuse to look at her body again. I just couldn't get enough of it.
When I finished, Kimmy took the towel and gave me the same treatment. I let her run it all over me, flinching a little when her hand brushed against my still-engorged cock. But it was only that one touch, and no matter how much I wanted her to do more, I also knew that I couldn't allow myself to give in to those desires.
Afterward, I reached for my bathrobe and slipped it on. Kimmy then gave me one last hug, then took my hand and led me back out to the bedroom.
Since there was no point hiding anything anymore, I opened my robe and let it fall to the ground. Kimmy stared at my swollen cock, and once more I found myself enjoying her gaze. I walked slowly to my dresser to retrieve my nightclothes.
"Daddy?" she said.
"Yes, honey?" I replied, turning to face her and trying to make it seem like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Well... since we're already undressed..." she stammered, "maybe we don't have to... maybe we don't have to put our clothes back on?"
"But weren't you planning on sleeping with me tonight?" I asked. She nodded.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Kimmy wanted to sleep in the nude with me! Though we had already touched each other's bodies, to lie there all night in each other's arms with nothing between us, just flesh to flesh, her hot, soft, young body pressed against me...
"I don't think that's such a good idea," I told her as soon as I managed to gain control over my raging hormones.
"Why not?"
"Because daddies and daughters shouldn't sleep naked together."
She looked a little disappointed, but nodded, then headed across the hall to her bedroom to get dressed.
I took the time to throw on a pair of shorts. I hesitated about putting on a tee-shirt; it was really a warm night, and it would be made even warmer by the presence of my daughter in bed with me. And after all, it wasn't as if I was looking forward to feeling her soft cheek against my chest, her hands against my bare skin, her body against mine with nothing between us but her own night clothes...
"I'm all ready, Daddy," said Kimmy, appearing in the doorway. This time she wore more traditional pajamas, with a button-down nightshirt and long pajama bottoms. Although it wasn't as sexy as the tank top and panties that she had worn last night, she still looked as cute as ever.
I decided to leave my shirt off this time. Kimmy skipped over to my bed and climbed in. I followed her, lying on my back next to her. Like before, she cuddled right up to me and lay her head down on my chest. She felt every bit as good as exquisite as I had anticipated. I slipped my arms around her and held her to me, smiling at the thought that we would sleep together like this from now on. She was my little girl, my little angel, my little princess.
"I love you, Daddy," she whispered once again. I kissed her once on the forehead, then lay back and let myself drift off peacefully to sleep.
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