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 Title: Snap Decisions


Summary: Nicky's selfies frustrate and tempt her father to no end.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Chris might have called today a pretty uneventful day if hadn't been for
the familiar 'bloop' of an e-mail hitting his personal inbox that
afternoon. In fact, many of his days went like this each week.  He'd be
doing his thing, trying to get his work done before getting out of the
office and then...  'bloop.'

   She always liked posting a photo sometime around when she got home from
school.  Either she was going out with her friends or maybe wearing a new
workout get-up - where that girl got her seemingly endless supply of
clothes only Chris's bank account knew.

   Regardless, his daughter Nicky was really starting to put her dad on
edge lately with the photos she posted online.  He'd been keeping an eye on
her, as any responsible parent does, since the rambunctious brunette was in
her early teens.  She'd started developing a more mature, feminine body and
every passing day Nicky seemed to be proudly showing it off more and more.

   "She's just growing up and getting a little attention," his wife, Carol,
would say anytime he brought it up, "since when were you such a tightass? I
wasn't much different when we met in our teens."

   Carol was MOSTLY correct...  He would never say it, but Chris's memory
was pretty damn good and he would certainly put his daughter a bit higher
than the teenage version of his wife when it came to beauty - speaking
strictly as her father, of course.  And he could swear that the clothes his
daughter and her friends wore now-a-days HAD to be more revealing, but
maybe that was just the overly protective father in him coming out.  Carol
certainly seemed to think so.

   He and his wife didn't agree on much anymore, they'd gotten married
early, too early in Chris's opinion and now things were just as steady as
they could keep them.  Nicky was obviously a bright spot in their
relationship, as was their younger daughter Jocelyn, who was just starting
to come into her own at about fourteen.  All in all, Chris spent a lot of
time left to his own devices, and every other minute she'd allow, he spent
with Nicky.  Jocelyn was in the phase where she spent all her time with her
gal-pals; she didn't have much time for her dad at that age.

   The familiar sound coming from his computer was exactly what he had
expected it to be.  "Nicky Bennett has posted a new photo," it read.  He
opened the email and clicked on the link, expecting to feel his blood
pressure rise when he saw her post.

   His 18-year-old was in front of her mirror at home, wearing a
frustratingly low and perfectly tight pair of jeans, plus a black tank-top
that left about 6 inches of skin bare between that and her belt.  Chris
could swear that he hadn't seen a single post of his daughter that had
covered that God-forsaken jewel on her belly button since her mother had
taken her to get it when she was sixteen.

   He knew Nicky's post wasn't something to cause a scene over, but he just
feared what guys who saw the photo would be thinking.  She was too pretty -
with that cute smile and the toned little body...  he didn't want them
looking at all.  At 5'-4", all of 110lbs.  and with a perfect soccer player
and cheerleader's frame, he simply wished she would wear a burlap sack
every day and be done with it.

   Buuuuut she didn't.  A couple times a week, around the same time of the
day, Chris would hear the fateful 'bloop' that would signal the recurrence
of his five to ten minute session of worrying and frustration.  It was
getting tiresome, and Nicky wasn't getting any less bold.

   A couple weeks ago, Chris had posed the issue to a few of the dads he
knew after their weekly pick-up game of basketball.  He waited for a few
beers to lighten the mood, and asked if any of them had daughters who were
doing the same shit as Nicky.

   "Yeah, but I put an end to it right away," his friend Bill said.  "She
may post on other places I can't see, but outta sight outta mind, right?"

   His other friend Karl had a different perspective, saying that the more
he tried to manage his daughter, the more she disobeyed him.  He said that
she didn't do it as much anymore, that maybe Nicky was just in a phase. 
His friend Jim, who had a daughter he might have considered attractive were
he 20 years younger, didn't say much on the subject, which was a bummer. 
When they were a few beers deeper and the conversation had shifted to women
they found attractive, someone brought up a singer that was around Nicky's
age.  Jim did weigh in then, saying he tried not to think of any girls that
were near the same age as his daughter.

   All in all, it seemed Chris was on his own.  His wife wasn't going to go
to bat for him, his buddies were all over the board, and when Nicky posted
another photo two days later of her with some guy's arms around her from
behind, wearing a shirt that had two buttons too many undone near her chest
and that same strip of skin visible around her midsection, Chris made up
his mind.

   "Nicky, I've been meaning to talk to you," he said as she was scampering
around the kitchen a few days later, "will you quit running around for two
seconds," he said jokingly.

   His pretty daughter bounced over to the seat next to him and perched on
it with near-mocking enthusiasm.

   "Yes daddy," she said.

   "I know you like posting your photos and all, but I feel like you're
forgetting some of the things we taught you about not attracting too much
attention online."

   Nicky's smile waned, "you think my photos attract too much attention?"
she asked.

   "Well honey, I don't think you know everybody who sees them do you?"
Chris asked in return.

   "No, I guess not.  But nobody's ever like...  harassed me or anything
because I posted a photo."

   "Well I'm glad to hear that, you know I'd kick some ass if that ever
happened right?"

   Nicky's smile returned.  Her dad could be overprotective sometimes, but
for the most part it was sweet and it made her feel like she'd always be
safe as his daughter.

   "I know dad, and I'm sorry if my photos made you mad." She said sweetly,
feeling a little confused at the realization that her beloved dad was one
of the guys who looked at her photos.

   "They don't make me mad sweetie, I just want you to keep in mind that
some boys...  some men don't always act appropriately when they see a
pretty girl.  And please don't forget that your younger sister looks up to
you."

   Nicky wanted to lighten the mood a little; she got his point.  Putting
her hands on the table and perking up she batted her eyebrows and said,
"Does that mean you find me pretty daddy?"

   Chris couldn't help but laugh at her childish act.  He told her to knock
it off and gave her a kiss on the forehead before ruffling her hair and
going about his business.  It felt good to get it off his chest, and he was
hopeful that his daughter would put a bit more thought into what she
posted.

   That didn't last.  The handful of photos that came in the next week
started as 'acceptable' in his book and ended with a picture of Nicky in
one of her spandex running outfits stretching out tantalizingly on her bed.
Even he, her father, couldn't avoid making the connection between what one
is meant to do on a bed (other than sleep) and the gorgeous young brunette
that lay on it.

   One of the comments on her photo was from some guy who had to be closer
to his own age than Nicky's and with a shirtless profile picture exhibiting
his tattoos.  If Nicky ever brought a guy like that home, he would move to
a rural town in Arkansas and devote his life to keeping her away from guys
like that until he was dead.  'Well...  maybe that would be a little
extreme,' he thought, but then he read the horn-dog's comment.

   ~Hey smokeshow, send me a message and I'll show you what a real man can
do with that body.~

   Chris had seen that kind of thing before when browsing the internet
before.  He'd seen all manner of crude comments on photos of beautiful
women; this was probably tame as that kind of commentary went.  BUT IT WAS
HIS OWN DAMN DAUGHTER.  He had no idea who the guy was.  He prayed to GOD
that Nicky didn't either, and it sent him into a fit of paranoia that there
could be 100 or so guys just like him that noticed his daughter's
cheerleader outfit on the bed that had her school's name on it.

   "Nicky!" Chris yelled upstairs when he got home from work that day.  In
truth, he'd hardly been able to focus on anything after seeing his
daughter's post and the comments it had received.

   The little brunette appeared quietly, and took each stair with the kind
of apprehension that only a teenager who was about to get a tongue-lashing
from their father could know.  She'd seen the comment too, and had deleted
it very quickly as she'd done in the past, but her dad must have seen it
this time.

   Nicky felt guilty; he was probably right that it was not good to attract
that kind of attention from guys she didn't know.  After her dad yelled at
her the week before, she'd set her account to allow a smaller circle of
people to see her photos, but that guy kind of slipped through the cracks.
There had been a couple more comments she deleted today, but no doubt the
"real man" comment was the one her dad had seen.

   "I really don't want to have to keep going over this Nicky...  why don't
YOU tell ME why I would be pissed off today."

   "...because of my post?" Nicky said quietly.

   He was fired up, "I mean...  come on Nicky!  Did you see the first
comment on your picture?  Who the hell is that guy?  Do you know him?"

   "I'm really sorry dad!  He's works at the pool Taylor lifeguards for and
I met him ONE time when I was picking her up.  I swear he didn't seem like
that when I met him.  I unfriended him as soon as I saw it!" She was
genuinely apologetic.

   "Erghh, but that's my point!  You never know how these guys are.  You
never know what they're thinking...  if they could find you."

   Chris could feel his temper up too high and he remembered something he'd
read on a forum sometime after his daughter's latest post had set him to
worrying about her.

   'At some point, you've got to realize that you can't control everything
your daughter does or posts online.  Some girls like the attention, and
it's doubtful you're going to beat that out of them.  With all the promises
of becoming a fashion blogger or an internet sensation, many girls even
post with the hope to somehow profit from social media too!  Statistically,
it's unlikely, but you can't stop her trying without taking away all
privileges, and even then, your daughter is probably much savvier than you
and will find a way.'

   He looked at his daughter, cowering in the chair and still looking
absolutely beautiful.  He wasn't going to be able to take that away from
her and he didn't want to at all.  After all, she HAD seemed to be aware of
the inappropriateness of what her random commenter had said.  She had even
known who he was and had taken steps to prohibit him from seeing her photos
again.

   He sighed, seeing his daughter's eyes just beginning to glisten with
tears.  "I'm sorry Nicky; I don't mean to yell at you." He walked over to
her and put his arm around her.  She resisted for a moment, probably mad at
him, and then he could feel her relax and wrap herself around him too.

   "I know I worry too much about you, I just forget that you're not my
little girl that needs me to tie her shoes for her or pick you up at school
because you pushed a boy down at recess."

   Nicky laughed in his arms, which caused a tear to fall down her face and
soak into his shirt when it hit.

   "Maybe that should be a comfort to me - that you used to beat on the
boys in grade school who pissed you off."

   She laughed again, and Chris gave her his typical kiss on the forehead
before releasing her.

   "I'll be more careful dad.  And I know I probably showed a little too
much in that photo..."

   "A little huh?" Chris asked, "I think you know what I'd have said if you
asked me about that outfit first."

   Chris watched his daughter puff up her chest, flex her arms and saying
in as deep a voice as she could muster, "You march right back upstairs
missy and put on..."

   Chris quickly reached out and clasped his hand over his daughter's mouth
playfully - her impression of him was just too ridiculous and it had them
both laughing.

   When he released her, Nicky looked deep in thought.  After a moment, she
continued meekly, "If you really want me to, I could send you my pictures
before I post to see if it's okay?"

   The striking teenager didn't really know how she came up with the idea,
but it just seemed like the easiest way to avoid fighting over her posts
and, though she didn't always like to admit it, he was probably a far
better voice of reason than she.

   "Well...  I wasn't going to suggest anything that drastic, but if you're
willing to check with me before you post something...  I guess...  well we
wouldn't have to be seeing any of these anymore would we?" Chris asked,
thumbing away one of his daughter's tears and seeing a smile return to her
face.

   She looked up at him with those vibrant green eyes of hers and the
adorable face she'd surely gotten from his side of the family, "Okay
daddy...  I think I can do that.  BUT...  you have to promise not to say no
to every single one!"

   Chris rolled his eyes, "I know you're trying to become some big
celebrity or something like that, and I won't stop you.  Just please try
and remember that when a girl is as pretty as you are sweetie, you've just
got to be more careful is all."

   "Alriiiight dad," Nicky drolled, scrunching up at his instruction that
was also kind of a compliment.

   It was settled, and once again Chris felt better about the way he'd left
things with his daughter.  Maybe it was a little unorthodox, but it seems
like their plan could work.  She was the one who had suggested it, and if
his daughter was willing to let him be the deciding factor on whether a
photo was tasteful or not...  by all means!

   It took a few extra days before Nicky worked up the nerve to prepare
another post.  Her friend Chrissy had asked her to post one of the necklace
she was wearing so she could send it to her boyfriend for a birthday gift
suggestion, and a boy she kind of liked in her chemistry class had
'friended' her a day before.  Feeling a little bored in her free period,
Nicky decided she was due for a new pic.

   Over the past few days, Nicky had thought a lot about the arrangement
she'd made with her father.  On one hand, her friends would probably give
her endless crap for getting "daddy's approval." A lot of them also thought
he was cute "for a dad," and said so often.  Imagining telling her friend
Rachel about it over lunch, Nicky could just hear the relentless blonde's
voice in her head saying that if she were in Nicky's place she'd definitely
send a 'nudie.' Nope, she would NOT be telling Rachel about her new
arrangement with Dad anytime soon.

   On the other hand, Nicky felt a strange pang of excitement when she
snapped the picture and held her phone in her hand with a message prepared
to send to her father.  It wasn't anything she even considered risqué, so
it wasn't fear that he was going to shoot her down.  Unable to pin down her
feelings on the matter, Nicky clicked the send button..

   Chris's phone dinged in his pocket as he stood in line for coffee that
morning.  He opened the message from his daughter, completely forgetting
his new responsibilities when it came to her.

   ~I'm bored daddy, =/ can I post this?~

   It was just a close up shot of his daughter in a light purple sweater
that was unzipped all the way with a blue tank-top underneath.  Her mouth
was upturned in a cute frown with her tiny chin scrunched slightly. 
Combined with her big, puppy-dog eyes her expression was breathtaking.  She
had on a necklace he'd seen her wearing a lot lately.

   Compared to her last post it was very tame, with the school books that
were on her desk marking the bottom of the frame just below her breasts
instead of displaying her whole body for the pleasure of its potential
viewers.  Still, seeing just the tops of his young daughter's breasts in
the scooping neckline of her top made Chris thump harder for a few beats.

   He had half completed a text to his daughter that she did NOT have his
approval, when he stopped...  and erased the typed words.  Nicky could do
so much worse than this photo, and after all, she'd gone to school wearing
that outfit.

   Chris sighed, looked back at the photo of his baby, and told her it
would be alright if she posted it.  She had that adorable look of boredom
on her face, and Nicky looked pretty even though she probably wasn't even
trying to.  He couldn't prohibit her simply looking stunning all the time,
no matter how hard he tried, nor did he want to!  Though Chris found
himself shielding his phone so that nobody would see him looking at a
picture of his pretty young daughter, he actually felt glad to have the new
line of communication with her.

   When Nicky received his response, a big smile wiped the boredom right
off her face.

   {Sure Nicky, though you better not be doing that during class!}

   ~Of course not, I'm in my free period.  See you after work?~

   {Looking forward to it!  Love you sweetie.}

   She beamed for the next two periods.  Any reminder of how much her dad
loved her, which he gave her no shortage of, always made her giddy.  Nicky
posted her photo and continued on with her day, but the fact that her dad
had seen it first made it strangely different.  She was definitely glad
that she no longer had to fear that she would disappoint him with her post.

   When they finally saw each other after school, Nicky made sure to find
her dad and kiss him on the cheek, showing him that she appreciated the
slack he was cutting her.  To Chris, it was almost like deja vu to see
Nicky in the same outfit she'd sent him a picture of.

   They went for a walk together with the dog when Chris got home, a
routine they usually played out whenever the two of them were available
before dinner.  It was nice; they'd been a little tense the last few weeks
with their arguing, so they hadn't walked together in a while.

   The thirty or so minutes they were out reminded Chris of why he always
looked forward to that time alone with his daughter.  He put his arm around
her and looked down at the familiar piece of jewelry around her neck,
briefly catching a glimpse of the neckline of her shirt that he'd noticed
earlier.  'God she was pretty, and when the heck had she developed those
breasts of hers?' Chris remembered when his young daughter didn't even need
a bra, and now she must have been approaching a C-cup, or even a D.  It was
a wonder too, because she was quite thin.  He diverted his glance as
quickly as he could, smiling when his little girl looked up at him.

   "I know you hate my posts and all," she said at one point, sounding a
little shy, "but thanks...  for saying my picture was okay today."

   "I don't HATE your posts honey," Chris replied, "I'm just trying to look
out for you is all.  Don't forget that I'm young enough to have grown up
with social media too, even if it wasn't as universal as it is today."

   Nicky looked to be deep in thought.  "Yeah, you and mom did have me
really young...  Speaking of which: what the heck dad!  You were like
twenty when you had your first kid, and you're freaking out about boys
commenting on my pictures when I'm eighteen?!"

   "Okay, wait a second, I know I'm saying that some things weren't that
different when I was your age, but some things are.  I would definitely say
you should not be planning to have kids a soon as we did!"

   "Oh, so I was an accident then?" Nicky goaded.

   She kept backing him into a corner; Chris had to laugh at how quick his
teenager could be.  "No, that's not what I'm saying.  Jeez, I can't even
keep up with you anymore.  Come on, tell me you know what I'm talking
about."

   "Yeeeesss daddy, I know what you're talking about," she drew out, "and
you're not even forty yet, so I'm pretty sure you can do more than keep up
with me.  Some of my friends parents are, like, ten years older than you."

   "Well thank you for stroking my ego honey," Chris replied, wondering if
Nicky was just prepping him to ask for money or something like that - maybe
another picture he wouldn't otherwise approve of.  Apparently, that wasn't
the case; she was just being sweet as usual.

   "Think you can still beat me back to the house?" Nicky asked when they
were about a block away.

   "Nicky, honey, if there's one thing I know, it's that I could get back
there and have time to post a picture of you coming in second."

   Without warning, Nicky took off running, the dog in tow.

   "You little..." he said, starting about four strides later than his
pretty brunette.

   Sure enough, Chris was about to pass her but threw his arm around her
instead, lifting her up off the ground with her long legs still pumping. 
He almost did so gracefully, but took a few stutter steps with Nicky
flapping wildly under his arm before stumbling, daughter and all into the
grass in front of their house.

   The two of them came to rest with Nicky lying beside her dad, both
fighting for air.  They were laughing hard and looking straight up into the
sky while they got their wits about them after the spill.  Chris hugged his
daughter close, immensely glad that they were back to normal, even if
normal came with a new dynamic in their relationship.  The dog licked at
Nicky's face, causing her to squirm around and turn toward her dad.  They
shared a long, loving smile before getting up to go inside for dinner.

   Chris could not imagine loving his daughter any more than he did in that
moment, and Nicky felt exactly the same.  Somehow, something that could
have been awkward between them only made their bond stronger.

   Friday afternoon saw a new post from Nicky.  Chris was sitting at his
desk when he received a text from her and this time, he knew what to
expect. He was not disappointed to see a picture of Nicky in her bedroom
mirror, looking gorgeous as ever.  She had her sandy brown hair
straightened and over one shoulder, and was wearing a bright-white sweater
with a v-neckline plunged down deep enough to make Chris roll his eyes.  It
left a little bit of her tummy visible, but for once in far too long, it
hung low enough that he could not see the piercing!  The jeans she wore
looked like they must have been difficult to get into.  He could see right
through the gap between her thighs and she looked...  well...  sexy.

   ~I thought I'd wear something that covered a little more for you when I
go out tonight.  Is it okay if I put this picture up?~

   Again, he went through it in his head.  Yes, he could see more of her
breasts than he cared for any man to be able to, but otherwise she had on
long sleeves and pants.  Yet again, she could do far worse.  He wished she
didn't have to wear a bra that pushed her tits up to look so full in the
neckline of her sweater, but he couldn't exactly say as much.  It was a
nice touch by his teenager that she was wearing it "for him," he thought.
The little devil was as smart as she was pretty; the flattery worked.

   {Well, it's not a turtleneck, or better yet a jumpsuit, but you've got
the green light.  Have fun tonight sweetie and please be safe.}

   Nicky giggled when she got his message.  Thinking about the 'turtleneck'
phrasing, she looked down at her tits and felt a bit naughty that it had
been apparent she was showing them off in the picture she sent to her dad.
She wondered why it didn't bother her that her dad was obviously looking at
some of the features she was usually only proud to show the boys from
school.  Instead of fixating on it, she replied and finished getting ready
to go out.

   ~A jumpsuit...  really?  I don't think I could look good in that no
matter how hard I tried.~

   {Maybe, but judging by that picture I'm not so sure.  Home by midnight,
don't forget.} Chris complimented her.

   Nicky had to read the message over twice to make sure the big smile it
put on her face was the appropriate response.  She read it again when she
was getting in her friend's car to go out.  Even though a bunch of the
comments people made on her photo over the course of the night were
complimentary, none of them put quite the warm feeling in her chest right
about where her dad's eyes had inevitably been looking in the photo she
sent him.

   She thought of his words a few times that night, wishing more than once
that the boys who she caught staring at her boobs could show half the
maturity and appreciation for her that her dad did.  He definitely set a
high standard.

   Nicky woke her dad up that night as he dozed on the couch.  He'd plopped
down there after going out for drinks with his wife and some friends,
thinking he would stay up the thirty minutes or so until his daughter got
home, but not making it more than ten in front of the TV.

   He opened his eyes and felt lips come gently into contact with his own,
leaving a sweet residue behind.

   "You should probably go up to bed daddy," said his eldest daughter. 
"Want me to carry you up?"

   Chris laughed tiredly.  "Ha, yea, wouldn't that be a sight."

   He opened his eyes to see a much better sight.  Once more, it felt
somewhat secretive to be seeing his teenage daughter for the second time in
her outfit, though this was the first time he'd seen it in person.  Her
breasts were even more prominent than he had deduced from the photo, and
Chris was glad the picture hadn't done them quite the same justice or he
would have spent the night worrying much more.  The way he could see her
tapered midsection leading to her perfectly rounded backside...  even in
those clothes...  it made his head swim.

   Chris threw his arm over his little girl, feigning like he needed her
help up the stairs before she gave him another kiss-on-the-lips goodnight
and they went their separate ways.  Yet again, Chris felt the familiar
regard for his beautiful daughter, and Nicky went to sleep thinking about
the way he'd complimented her via text, and then the look of sheer
admiration in his eyes when she woke him up just then.

   ~Hi daddy!  I'm going to a concert outside today, and it's gonna be
pretty warm, can I wear this...aaaand post a picture??~

   The text came Saturday while Chris was on the golf course in the
afternoon.  Nicky was turned away from the mirror, showing a halter top
that only covered her slender back with a tie around her neck and her lower
back.  As far as jean shorts went, the ones she was wearing in the photo at
least went down below her butt, though they did nothing to hide that it was
round and pert.

   Seeing so much of her skin revealed was a little jarring.  Of course it
was all tan and smooth like the rest of her body was.  She was also arching
her back and sticking out her butt just enough that the pose nearly made
Chris veer off the cart path.

   {Damnit Nicky!  There's hardly anything in the back, what does the front
look like?)

   His response somewhat surprised her.  She had suspected this one might
be a bit much for her dad to handle, but did her dad want Nicky to take a
new photo just for him?  She turned towards the mirror and snapped another
photo, propping up her chest involuntarily so it looked good in the
picture.

   ~Some of my friends are wearing bathing suits, do you want me to wear
one of those instead?~ asked Chris's mischievous little girl.

   Chris got the photo of his teenager along with her text, and felt
slightly more comfortable with the fact that the top did a decent job of
covering up her chest.  He realized upon receiving it that he'd essentially
asked his daughter for another photo, and hoped he hadn't crossed any
lines.

   {HELL NO!  I guess you can wear it, but can you at least post the second
photo instead of the first?}

   Nicky considered it for a second and agreed to post the second photo. 
Somehow the fact that the first one had been too revealing for her dad, and
yet it would stay saved on his phone was a bit naughty; she wondered if her
dad would delete the picture or not.

   {You look very pretty, but we should really buy you some new clothes
sweetie.}

   Nicky grinned wide when she got his text.

   ~Aww, thanks daddy.  Wait...are you saying you'll take me shopping???~

   Chris couldn't help a smile appearing on his own face.  Looking down at
the photo of his daughter, he felt certain that he wouldn't mind taking her
out shopping at all.  Maybe they could even get her some clothes that
didn't always leave so much of her alluring body to his watchful gaze, and
so many more men and boys she might encounter at her concert.  The only way
he could get back to work was to put his phone away and trust that his
little girl would be responsible and make sure the guys around her kept
their hands to themselves.

   He was able to stash his worries that night, thankfully, and caught a
movie with his wife before getting to bed relatively early.  Chris fell
asleep with the hope of going shopping with the pretty brunette who had
smiled back at him each time he sneaked a glance at her photo over the
course of the evening.

   On Sunday, Chris awoke quite unpleasantly for his tastes.  That was,
until he realized that the commotion at his feet shaking him awake was
actually his teenage daughter sitting on him and calling "Daddy...daddy...
come on wake up."

   As his vision cleared, he looked down to the foot of the bed where Nicky
was perched.  She had on one of her typical crop tops, though this one was
a good deal smaller than her usual number and stopped maybe 6-inches below
her breasts.  It had zig-zag stripes of red and white and a big, wide
neckline clinging to her shoulders just where they curved.

   What's more, the tiny white shorts she wore were incredible.  They had
four buttons right up the center, making it look almost like it was just a
strip of white denim his daughter had wrapped around her and buttoned
together that morning.  They didn't cover more than a few inches of her
gorgeous, tanned legs, which looked even more stunning as she kneeled at
his feet.  It was all Chris could do not to imagine his daughter perched
like that on top of him for a far more nefarious reason.

   "First..." started the little brunette, "can I post a photo in my
outfit? And second, can we go shopping today?  If we go early enough this
morning we'll miss the crowds."

   Her adorable voice was racing.  Nicky was actually terribly excited to
go shopping with her dad.  Sure, she knew that the outfit she'd chosen that
morning would be way too sexy for her dad to let her post a photo online,
but she couldn't help herself picking it - it was a teasing bit of
rebellion that gave her a thrill.

   Chris processed her words, shaking off his slumber and sitting up in bed
so she could see he wasn't wearing a shirt.  That voice of her friend
Rachel briefly materialized in her head, 'does he work out?  It totally
looks like he works out!'

   "First..." Chris mimicked, "I'm going to pretend like you didn't even
ask that first question." He watched as his daughter's face hardly changed.
She knew it wasn't appropriate, and yet she HAD worn it.  "And second, next
time you decide you're going to jump on top of me while I'm sleeping, bring
coffee!" He joked.

   "I didn't JUMP on top of you!  THIS...is jumping on top of you."

   With that, Nicky pounced from her spot at his feet and dove forward at
her dad.  Whether she intended to give him a kiss or to simply annoy him,
she didn't exactly know.  Either way, he handily caught her with his hands
around her bare sides before she could come down on him.  They wrestled,
both laughing while Nicky squirmed around on top of her father and he
started to tickle her where his hands had landed.

   Chris couldn't deny the feeling of having his hands on his baby was...
nice.  He'd eyed her slender midsection the second she woke him, and now he
was dancing his fingers all over it while she writhed and gasped for air.
Her little behind and those pretty legs of hers were straddling him and
wiggling about, not unlike the way he'd imagined her for just a second when
he first set eyes on her that morning.  Feeling guilty, he tossed her to
the side, though he didn't relent tickling her; the sounds of her squealing
and begging him to stop were too damn adorable.

   "That was cruel," Nicky huffed once he let up.

   "Cruel huh?  Cruel like waking your dad up from a nice sleep at..."
Chris looked over to the clock, "7:14 AM!"

   Nicky smiled and turned towards him with one arm propping her head up.
"But don't you want to spend time with me, daddy?"

   Her tone was just a shade charged.  Something about it triggered her
father to give her whole body an up-and-down scan with his eyes, as if that
might be the reason he'd want to spend time with her.  It wasn't true; he
loved her more than anything and would spend every moment she'd allow
together if he had the chance.  But as his eyes gobbled her up, Chris
wondered if he wouldn't mind watching her meander around the department
store and model new outfits like the one she was wearing in bed with him.

   The sprawled brunette saw him look.  It was quick, but too obvious for
her to miss.  Her dad had totally just checked her out!  She HAD laden her
words with a little flirtatiousness, but she didn't expect that to earn her
a hungry gaze from her own dad!  Maybe she was overthinking it.  Their eyes
met, and Nicky wondered if he knew she'd seen him look.  From the way he
just went right on talking she thought that surely he hadn't been looking
at her with anything but fatherly intent.

   "You've got me there little one," he said, calling her by the nickname
that she sometimes hated and sometimes loved.  This time she was okay with
it.  "Will you give me about ten to fifteen and then we can go get some
breakfast?"

   Nicky agreed enthusiastically.

   They hit their favorite breakfast spot and sat in the same booth her dad
always insisted on.  He got two eggs, bacon and buttered wheat toast - the
usual.  Nicky went with the granola-yogurt meal, extra honey and a small
side of pancakes.  She didn't worry as much about what she ate in front of
her dad.

   As usual, Nicky had to sit by while her dad subtly flirted with their
waitress.  They'd been coming there for years, and Miranda, the relatively
pretty middle-aged blonde seemed to spend plenty of time filling their
coffees.  Sometimes, it embarrassed Nicky.  Today, she actually felt a
little jealous.  Chris saw his daughter roll her eyes when he chatted with
Miranda after she'd filled their coffee for the fifth or sixth time.  He
quickly ended the conversation with their waitress, seeing his
18-year-old's frown switch to a satisfied grin as they both knew she'd
gotten what she wanted.

   Next it was on to the department store.  They debated a few times over
what was appropriate and what wasn't but Chris quickly caved on just about
anything his daughter wanted.  He did put his foot down on a see-through
top that Nicky tried to reason didn't show her bra THAT clearly underneath.
In the end, she picked out two new tops, a new pair of those ridiculous
jean-shorts she loved and a dress that he knew he wasn't going to like.

   On the way to the dressing rooms, they passed through the swimsuit and
lingerie section.  No matter how many times he found himself in that
section, whether it was with his wife or daughter, Chris would always feel
out of place.  Of course, his daughter stopped to look at a few, giggling
when her dad would grumble as she held this one or that one up to her
chest.

   Chris browsed, looking as disinterested as he could muster, while
flicking through a few tops and walking around aimlessly.  He was hoping
his daughter would wrap up soon so he didn't look like the creepy old man
in the lingerie section.

   His young brunette picked up one too many bathing suits that looked more
like a thong, so Chris suggested a simple white one across the aisle. 
Nicky walked over to him and picked it up off the rack, grinning
devilishly.

   "This one dad, really?" She asked, clearly knowing something he didn't.
"This is not a swimsuit, it's a push-up bra."

   "Oh well SORRY.  I guess I'm not as fluent in the skimpy pieces of
fabric you call clothing today."

   Nicky chuckled and leaned against her dad, "It's okay daddy.  I like
this one anyway; I think I'll get it."

   Chris muttered something under his breath that she couldn't hear, but
they both caught each other's eyes and Nicky could see he wasn't mad, if a
little embarrassed.  She picked out her cup size, which her dad noted was
32D, and beckoned her dad to the dressing room.

   Sitting on the bench by the entrance to the room, Chris waited for his
daughter to try on her outfits in the stall nearest him.  He was reflecting
on some things he had to take care of at work the next day when he saw
those shorts his daughter was wearing hit the floor around her feet.  The
zig-zag top followed.

   Try as he might, Chris's brain lost the battle not to imagine what Nicky
looked like within the walls of the booth.  She must have been wearing a
strapless bra or something of that sort given the neckline of her top, and
he knew from helping his wife with the laundry now and again that his
daughter had nothing but the tiniest pairs of panties.  He'd already seen
enough of her body in that outfit today, but now his mind was conjuring up
images of his teenager stripping it all off not ten feet away from him.

   A few minutes later he was treated to a view of Nicky's first outfit. 
It was the dress she picked out, an Aztec-print black and white number that
hugged every little curve of her body.  The bottom of it hardly came down
past her round little ass as she spun for him.  Of course, there were big
voids in the sides of it that left her trim midsection bare, with only a
single two-inch strap around the waist that split each of the spans of her
tan skin in half.  Chris could clearly see as he gazed at her just how
impressive his daughter's figure was.

   "Well, what do you think?" Nicky asked, after a few seconds had passed
with her dad's eyes on her.

   Chris tried to hide any appreciation that might be un-fatherly, "You
look very beautiful sweetheart.  It fits you well.  One question though, is
it necessary that it be so short?"

   Nicky turned around and stuck her pert backside out towards the mirror,
consequently giving her dad a wonderful profile-view.  She didn't seem
fazed by it at all.  Inside, Nicky was a little excited that he'd noticed.

   "I don't think it's that short daddy; you can't see my butt or
anything," She reasoned, proceeding to bounce her bubbly little ass a few
times to be sure everything held in place.  Chris's eyes widened as he
watched his daughter move in a way that he thought for sure he wasn't meant
to ever see.

   Chris grumbled his usual acceptance and watched his baby disappear back
into the dressing room.  He couldn't take much more of this, and he scolded
himself for not doing a better job of keeping his daughter's body a secret.
As her dress hit the ground again, Nicky's father attempted to gather
himself and prepare for further onslaught of his beauty's fashion show.

   By the time she got to the third outfit, Chris was a little better off,
though he was troubling himself with the question of whether other dads
like him found it inappropriate to go shopping with their teenage
daughters. The third outfit was reason enough to question whether he'd need
to prohibit further shopping sessions with his rambunctious brunette.

   "So...  do you want to see the 'bathing suit,' you picked out for me?"
Nicky asked with air quotes and a toothy grin.

   "Absolutely not!  And I swear to God if I ever see a picture of you
posted online in that thing Nicky..." He was trying to be playful, but
Nicky could tell he meant it.

   "Oooh," Nicky mocked, pretending to be scared though she knew damn well
her dad was capable of scaring her plenty.

   In the end, Chris caved and bought her everything.  The dress was
fucking expensive, as he should have expected.  Still, looking at the items
she'd chosen he knew they could have done a lot worse.  It was a feeling he
was getting all too familiar with and he wondered how long the thought that
'she could be wearing less,' would remain true.  He was imagining Nicky in
the white bra and panties he'd seen the attendant place in a special bag
and hoped the day never came where that 'outfit' looked modest.

   'It was the most amazing day,' felt Nicky, who was still energized by
the time with her dad, and it was almost half-way through school on Monday
now.  She'd worn the white lingerie her dad had picked out that day, and
was sooo tempted to send him a picture of her that morning, taunting him by
asking if she could post it.  She already felt like she'd pushed the
envelope yesterday at the mall, joking that she would model the bra and
panties for him if he wanted.  It was kind of a nice feeling to be wearing
the push-up that her own dad had chosen and then see boys stealing peeks at
her throughout the day.  'If only they knew that daddy picked this out for
me,' thought the mischievous teen.

   Her dad was being decidedly unrevealing in his attitude towards her; she
wondered if he felt the same subtle difference in their relationship that
she did.  It was nothing more than an extra spoonful of love, Nicky
reasoned...  though a tiny part of her wondered if that was entirely true.

   Chris had to admit to himself that he was actually disappointed when his
daughter didn't send him any pictures to approve that week.  His phone
dinged a few times in the afternoon, and Chris found himself reaching for
it quickly, only to be let down when it was just his sports app giving him
an update on the score of the baseball game.  Though he felt terribly
guilty afterward, Chris did go back and look at the last few pictures Nicky
had sent him when he felt lonely that week.

   On Friday, Nicky was in the zone and getting ready to go out to a
bonfire her friend Mark was throwing at his parents' place.  It was the
perfect night for her dress, and she checked herself out in the mirror
remembering the wide-eyed look she'd gotten from her dad when she stepped
out of the dressing room.

   Simply by habit, Nicky snapped a picture and posted it to her profile.
It wasn't until she was out the door and walking to her friend's house for
a ride that the teenager realized she'd forgotten the all-important
protocol.  She checked her phone, expecting a missed call or text message
from her dad about the fact that she'd posted without his permission.  She
just hadn't thought of it; he'd bought her the dress and seemed not nearly
as concerned about it as he was about the third outfit she'd picked out. 
It simply wasn't risqué enough for her to have taken the picture and felt
it was a questionable post.

   Nicky was definitely nervous when she got in the car, worried she was
going to spoil the good thing she had going with her father and get into a
fight with him when she got home.

   On the other end, Chris was sharing a happy-hour beer with a few
coworkers when his phone buzzed.  He didn't check it until he was taking a
leak about twenty minutes later.

   "Nicky Bennett has posted a new photo," said an e-mail.

   Chris was a little pissed.  He stood in the stall, buzzed and wondering
what the heck had happened that his daughter decided she wasn't going to
ask his permission anymore.  He opened the e-mail, and the picture of his
daughter appeared.

   'Well,' he thought, 'I did buy it for her.'

   It was a photo of his beautiful daughter in that sexy dress that his
wallet knew of best - nothing too over-the-top.  Any anger he was planning
on harboring melted away as Chris remembered fondly the smile on his
daughter's face when he complimented her on how she looked in it...  how it
hugged her toned frame just right and showed just how much she'd developed
by 18-years-old.

   The fourth gin-and-tonic that Chris just finished probably acted for
him. He pushed the thumbs up button next to his daughter's photo and put
his phone away.  He hadn't really done something like that before, but he
thought that Nicky would appreciate that he'd seen the photo and wasn't mad
at her.

   "Love the photo Nicky," said Rachel when she caught up with her at the
party, "and the dress.  Damn girl, you're going to be swatting guys away
tonight.  Real quick, who is cbennett78?"

   Nicky knew that username well, "It's my dad, why?"

   Rachel laughed out loud, "Oh my god, your DAD liked a photo of you in
that dress??"

   She started to repeat the same phrase when Nicky clamped a hand in shock
over her friend's mouth.  Rachel was laughing into Nicky's palm.

   "Shut up!" she scolded, "he probably doesn't know that anyone can see
that he liked it.  He bought the dress for me - he's just being nice!"

   Rachel could see the look of disdain on her friend's face, "Okay okay!"
she relented, prying the brunette off of her, "I'm not saying I wouldn't be
gaga over it!  Your dad is so hot will you please, please, please set me up
with him."

   Nicky growled and walked away, Rachel following quickly after her.  "Oh
come on Nic', why do you always get so mad at me when I talk about your
dad?"

   "Because he's my DAD!  What do you want me to do, agree with you when
you say how badly you want to get on him?" Nicky asked, feeling a little
less protective and sensing the first sips of her mixed drink finally
getting to her.

   "Well, that's a start," Rachel joked, "you could ask him to check out
some of my pictures too, or maybe you could just give me his number and
I'll send them myself!"

   Nicky gave her friend an eye-roll and a push.  She'd had enough of
Rachel's incessant fawning over her dad for the night.  Still, it was tough
not to think of her dad and try to connect what Rachel found so attractive
about him...  he was a good-looking dad to say the least.  Nicky decided to
be simply proud of that, and felt a warm sensation in her chest as she
thought of the fact that he'd liked her photo instead of yelling at her. 
She'd have to reward him for that later.

   Chris got to ask a few of his buddies that night about their own
daughters.  One of them, in a response that denoted exactly how much he'd
had to drink that night, actually said that "having a nineteen-year-old was
next to impossible when your wife isn't giving it to you anymore." Chris
stayed quiet, but knew exactly what the inebriated dad meant.  He sensed
that a few of the other men they were with might have felt the same.  It
was comforting to know that he wasn't alone, or some kind of pervert.

   The bonfire was fun, but Nicky decided that she was going to make her
way home rather than stay at the house of one of the boys whose parents
were away for the weekend.  Sometimes, weird things tended to happen at
those sleepovers, and she didn't feel like lying to her mom and dad about
where she was staying that night.

   When Nicky got home, her mom was already asleep and her dad wasn't even
home yet.  He was never short of energy, she thought.  This wasn't the
first time he'd outlasted her on a night out.  Feeling more than a little
buzzed, Nicky stripped off her dress and looked in the mirror.  The bra and
panties her dad had mistakenly picked out were definitely her new favorite
set.  Her tits had never looked better, or bigger than they did now.  She
reminded herself to hit the gym tomorrow due to the beers she'd enjoyed
that evening.

   For some reason, the combination of a few things had the inebriated
brunette reaching for her phone as she sat down on her bed.  Earlier that
day, she'd put on the bra and panties, feeling naughty that her dad had
chosen them for her.  Rachel had done as she usually did, inserting
thoughts into Nicky's head about banging her dad.  And then, she always did
get a bit frisky when she'd been drinking.

   Thinking about how he'd liked her photo earlier that day, Nicky
subconsciously took a photo of herself in the mirror, legs slinked over the
bed, back arched and nothing on but the white push-up bra and panties.  She
knew she looked incredible, and whatever part of her it was that kept
getting excited every time she sent her father a photo, typed out a message
and hit send without her thinking twice.

   An agonizing silence followed.

   At the bar, things were winding down and Chris was sensing that nobody
was willing to head to the late-night dive a few blocks away with him.  He
didn't think to check his phone until he was in the cab on his way home.

   The preview of the message from 12:47am read:

   ~HOpe you're having a fun night with yoourfriends daddy!  CanI post this
one before I go to bed??~

   It was laden with enough errors for him to know his daughter had been
drinking.  Still, Chris was not at all prepared for what he saw when he
unlocked his phone.  He sat there, definitely too many drinks deep to think
straight, and a few too many more to react appropriately to what he saw.

   Nicky was sitting on her bed, lit dimly by the lamp next to her, wearing
only the white bra and panties that he'd suggested by accident at the
store.

   His mouth dropped open.

   He'd seen her in a bathing suit; but this was fundamentally different.
He'd never seen something so sexy and captivating as her in his whole life.
He zoomed in instinctively to get Nicky's body to fill the whole frame. 
The panties were so tiny; they almost disappeared with her legs crossed
over the edge of the bed.  Her breasts were...ohgod they were perfect. 
Pushed up in the bra they looked bigger than he'd ever seen them before,
just the right size though he always thought they were generous for a fit
girl like her.  Every little bit of her was smooth and tan and Chris found
himself not only shielding the phone as if the empty seat next to him might
peek, but shielding his crotch as well for something had stirred there he
couldn't control.

   She'd taken that photo just for him.  Nicky knew damn well that her dad
would never allow that online, and even at her densest moment, she was far
too smart to post something that provocative.  The photo of his little girl
was intimate, inappropriate, and perhaps the most exhilarating sight he
could recall seeing for a long time.

   His fumbling fingers typed of their own volition:

   {Not in a million years...  You do look beautiful in that like I thought
you would baby.  even though you might as well be wearing nothing.}

   When her phone finally buzzed almost thirty minutes after she'd sent the
photo, Nicky jumped in bed.  She couldn't hope to fall asleep; her
drunken-self was simply too anxiety-ridden about how her dad would respond
to the message she sent.

   His response floored her.  Like before, she had to read it over almost
five times before she was sure she hadn't taken it the wrong way.  Her
lithe little body buzzed with excitement - her thumping heart, the
butterflies in her stomach, and a needy little tingle beneath her bottoms.
There was only one appropriate response to her dad's message...

   ~So...  this would be out of the question then?~ said the words that
appeared on Chris's screen before he swiped his finger to open the message.

   If he had been floored before, this time Chris couldn't contain himself.
He told the taxi to stop immediately - he needed some air.  The driver
obviously thought his passenger was about to hurl as Chris overpaid him by
about $20 nearly a mile short of their destination and bounded out of the
car to the sidewalk.

   He stared down at the image, putting his face entirely too close to the
screen.  Nicky was on the bed as before, but she had turned sideways and
there was something significantly different about her clothing.

   The tiny white bottoms she'd been wearing were halfway down her thighs
and her legs were tucked underneath her.  She was perched on the bed and
only a perfectly placed shadow concealed the most unholy place a father
could ever see of his own offspring.  Likewise, her bra had been unclasped,
and the arm that wasn't snapping the photo of her was all that held it in
place on her unbound breasts.

   Whether he would have admitted it to himself while sober or not, Chris
looked at the photo with more lust than he could recall ever feeling
towards his wife or any other woman.  This wasn't just him hungering for
her over some online posts she didn't even know he'd seen.  It wasn't Chris
silently admiring how his daughter looked in her cheerleading outfit or
swimsuit.  Nicky had sent HIM a photo directly - one so seductive and
entrancing that he couldn't tear his eyes from it.  He couldn't withhold
his desire for her.  She was an adult now, she always reminded him, and
this was his gorgeous, adult daughter teasing him with more of her body
than he ever hoped to see.

   And yet, Chris was still, above all things, a father.  He couldn't just
send back what he might have if Nicky wasn't his own little girl - 'why
don't you take it all off and wait for me to get home,' or something like
that.  He kept it together as best he could.

   {Dear God Nicky, you're going to give me a heart attack at 38!  I swear
you are in so much trouble if that photo goes anywhere but my phone!}

   This message came back to her sooner, she was immensely grateful.

   ~Don't worry daddy, for your eyes only...~

   {Good.  Now quit tormenting me and get some sleep, my beautiful
daughter.}

   Once again, her body begged for attention.  It wasn't hard for her to
come to the realization that the attention she wanted that night was from
the man she was sending naughty pictures to.  Maybe it was just the booze
talking, but she couldn't get the fantasy out of her mind that her dad
might barge in and help her take the dangling lingerie off the rest of the
way.

   He didn't send anything else, and neither did Nicky.  Chris was afraid
of what he might say.  The two pictures and words weighted with taboo and
desire were enough for that night.  He didn't need to bring his phone into
the bathroom with him as he showered off the smell of the bar; Chris knew
every inch of his daughter's body well enough to imagine that she was right
there next to him.

   With the steamy-hot water of the shower cascading over him, and the
erection that had existed since first opening Nicky's message, Chris soon
found himself stroking himself up and down.  With his eyes closed, he
imagined his teenage daughter just as she had been in the photo - just as
she likely was in her room nearby...  just as she wanted him to.

   Likewise, Nicky fidgeted about in bed, rubbing her legs together against
the covers and thinking of her father in ways she knew she wasn't supposed
to.  After she heard him come home and regrettably not come in to kiss her
goodnight, Nicky simply couldn't help herself.  She kicked her covers down
furiously and pulled her bottoms all the way off.

   While Chris pretended it was his daughter's hand stroking him instead of
his own, or perhaps something naughtier, Nicky firmly rubbed her clit and
dreamed it was her father's fingers upon her.  Her young pussy was already
dripping wet, and when she began to rub it, the slick sound of her fingers
moving needily were present in the room.

   If he were to merely walk a few steps over to the bedroom across the
hall, Chris knew what could be in store for him.  His knees spasmed just
thinking about what he and his daughter might accomplish together.

   If Nicky were to merely text her dad that she needed him to come to her
room, she could allow him to find her the way she was now - knees up on the
bed and in perfect position for him to do any number of things she could
beg him to.

   The two of them masturbated with unstoppable lust, unknown to each other
but knowing they'd started something forbidden and undeniable between them.
Nicky's back arched, her hips lifting off the bed and her fingers moving
relentlessly over her pussy while she struggled not to scream.  Her
father's body tensed and his head rolled back, feeling orgasm wrack him.

   It was so bad, and she knew it, but nothing had ever made her cum harder
than she did that night.  Nicky had to roll over to the other side of the
bed and change her sheets in the morning because she made such a wet,
naughty mess thinking of her dad that night.  With a twinge of shame and a
refusal to shake his baby from his thoughts, Chris held his hand firmly at
the base of his cock, imagining it buried deeply while he ejaculated an
impressive amount to the shower floor.  His head found his pillow with
surprising relief, feeling the alcohol lull him into a deep sleep.

   -----------

   Both of them woke up the next morning thinking the same things.  'What
the heck happened last night?' and 'What got into me?' Chris was wondering
if he had simply imagined it all, he tended to have some crazy dreams when
the bottle got the better of him on a night out.  As soon as he got the
chance to have a quiet moment to check his phone, he opened up his messages
to see Nicky's pictures from the previous night.

   It was no dream.  Seeing them in the light of day did little to dissuade
Chris of his daughter's beauty, but reading his own messages stung him
deep. He cursed himself for being so forward with her.  He remembered
getting himself off in the shower before going to bed and was frightened at
how easily his base desires had taken over.  He owed Nicky more respect
than that and he wouldn't blame her for sending him a picture that he'd
enjoyed too thoroughly.

   Nicky felt a little guilty too, but not so much as her dad.  That was,
at least, until they met that morning over breakfast.  He was different -
still all smiles and asking her about what she was up to that day, but he
was distant.

   The part of Nicky that had gone to sleep tickled that her dad had
appreciated her photos so much ached for his attention.  She didn't
necessarily want him to come strip her down right there in the kitchen, but
some extra affection would have been nice.

   He didn't give it to her, no matter how badly they both wanted it.  They
shared breakfast together, she told him about her night and he did the
same, and when Nicky tried to bring up the late-night exchange, her father
rebuffed her handily.

   "You were out late, huh daddy?" she asked sweetly.

   "Yeah, those guys I work with can be rowdy; I bet you've seen that once
or twice." He replied

   "I know, but you can be rowdy too!  I bet you were the one trying to
stay out instead of going home swapping text messages with your daughter."
She suggested, looking at him expectantly.

   "Maybe, but it was time to come home," he said.

   She tried one more tactic, "Sorry I forgot to ask your permission to
send that picture of me in the dress.  I guess I knew it was a lot more
acceptable than the other photos I sent you last night."

   Chris saw what she was trying to do, but he simply couldn't play into it
that morning.  Whether he intended to put an end to what was developing
between he and his daughter or not, Chris hadn't decided, but the intense
feelings he had towards her the night before simply couldn't be ignored. 
If Nicky was feeling anything near what he had, Chris knew he was going to
have to be the voice of reason when the first picture came through with his
daughter wearing nothing at all.  He responded to his teenager with a
non-committal laugh and said it was okay that she'd posted.

   'This sucks,' thought Nicky when she and her dad parted later that
morning.  She found herself getting angry at him - frustrated that he could
act one way the night before and totally different the next morning.  She
threw herself on the bed, seeing the sheets she'd bundled up next to her
and feeling embarrassed instead about the pure ecstasy she'd clung to the
night before as she howled into her pillow to keep quiet.

   Chris was no dummy.  He could feel it as she sauntered by him later that
day on her way out to run.  She threw some one-word answers his way anytime
he saw her after that and her father was vividly reminded of the moods his
wife used to get into when they were arguing at an age not far off from
Nicky.  One thing he did remember about those moods, is that his wife was
usually just looking for something from him.  All it might take is a little
display of affection and perhaps Nicky would return to the spunky little
firecracker that she had become in the last few years.

   A few days went by like that.  After school on Tuesday, it seemed that
Nicky had almost forgotten to be angry at her dad and had gone right into
telling him about her history class and how Juan Martinez had yel...

   And then, as suddenly as she'd started, Nicky decided that she wasn't
going to give him the satisfaction if her dad was going to make her feel so
guilty about crossing the line with him.  For the same reason, she hadn't
posted nor sent a single photo his way over the past few days, not wanting
to be the one to initiate either a cordial conversation or an argument.

   He felt awful.  Chris hated to admit it, but his daughter's silent
treatment was working on him.  In part, she was right to be mad.  He had
definitely pulled a 180 on her and that just didn't seem fair.  Yet he was
trying to be responsible, trying to stop something from happening that his
daughter wasn't capable of understanding.

   'Who am I kidding?' Chris thought when he was emptying the dishwasher
after a particularly tense dinner with Nicky at his side.  Even his wife
and their youngest daughter sensed they were fighting, though they would
never have guessed why.  Here he was, being the 'responsible one,' and yet
how many times had he looked at those photos she'd sent him the other
night? Five times?  Ten?  The fact that Nicky was more desirable to him now
than he could stand to admit had nothing to do with whether he'd received
her photos in a drunken moment or not.  And the messages he sent back... 
what was that phrase: 'drunken words are sober thoughts.'

   At the very least, Chris resolved to ease up on the radio silence
towards her when it came to...  whatever it was that was going on between
them.  Caution was probably important, but confusing the crap out of his
18-year-old daughter was definitely something he wanted to avoid as well.
All of those thoughts were jumbling around in his head when Nicky sidled in
next to him to help empty the dishwasher as her mother had instructed.

   Like him, she was growing tired of the space between them.  For a few
weeks, she'd been overjoyed to explore the new ways she was relating to her
dad and the attention he'd seemed so willing to bestow.  Then it was gone,
and no matter how frustrated that was making her, Nicky was at that point
where she just wanted SOMETHING back.  If it took crowding him next to the
dishwasher, so be it.

   They both smiled apprehensively at first, maintaining that awkward
silence that had plagued them for the last few days.  A minute later, Nicky
felt suddenly shoved in the direction she was bending to put silverware
away in the drawer.

   "DAD!" She whined, hip-checking him back angrily.

   Their eyes met, and they stared determinedly at each other for a few
seconds.  When Nicky simply couldn't hold her grudge for another second, a
smile sneaked past her defenses and was revealed at the corners of her
mouth.  Her father's face softened immediately.

   And just like that, they were on their way back to 'normal.' Chris
tickled his daughter where he had in bed the other morning after looking at
her bent over in that tank-top and cotton shorts became a little too
tempting.  Nicky hit him on the arm and then wrapped herself around him to
still his arms when he wouldn't stop pinching her butt.  By the time the
dishes were all put away and some water had been splashed while they
cleaned and refilled the dishwasher with dirty ones, both father and
daughter felt silly about the way they'd treated each other for the past
few days and what they'd been missing out on.

   Their mutual affection was cemented when Nicky came downstairs to watch
a movie with her parents and little sister.  She was wearing one of dad's
old baseball t-shirts that draped down around the waist, though he saw
nothing underneath it.  Chris hadn't commented on any of her clothes lately
because of the tension but the blue and white t-shirt was a little too sexy
to let go.  He spoke quietly to her when she came and plopped down next to
him, immediately wrapping one of his arms around her and dangerously close
to her teenage breasts.

   "You know that's a t-shirt and not a dress right sweetheart?" Chris
asked.

   "Oh relax daddy, I'm wearing underwear...  well...  the bottoms at
least."

   She didn't look up at him, only squeezed his arm right against her. 
Intentionally or not, Chris knew he was feeling was his daughter's bare
breast under the old tee.  He didn't pull away, and Nicky snuggled into him
as he held her comfortably for the entire movie until they kissed goodnight
and parted ways.  As if connected by more than just genes, Nicky sent her
gratitude to her father in the form of sleepy content while she drifted off
and Chris felt it as he fell asleep loving her more than ever.

   ~I'm due for a post dad, does this cover enough?~ read a text from his
daughter when Chris was at work the next day.

   He laughed aloud, apologizing to his coworker who was standing next to
him at the copier.  Nicky had put on the nun-costume she'd worn two years
ago for Halloween.  It certainly covered more than he was used to, but upon
closer look, Chris could see his daughter's cleavage in the few buttons
she'd left undone.  It was a curious thought, considering whether Nicky had
done that purposefully or not.

   {You know, as much as I'd like to keep you all wrapped up like that, the
nunnery won't suit you sweetie, the last few pictures were more the Nicky I
know.}

   Nicky gasped, wondering what exactly he meant by that.  Another text
followed quickly after:

   {I'm kidding of course Nicky, that one didn't cover nearly enough so
don't go getting ideas}

   Still, Nicky liked that her dad was back to the way he had been before.
When she was stripping out of the costume and wearing only a simple pair of
pink boyshorts with a soft cotton bra, the scantily clad teenager thought
to send another image of herself, but remembered the trouble that had
gotten her into the last time and decided against it.

   ~I guess you know better than anyone that I can be a bad girl
sometimes...  How about this?~

   She was wearing just a regular light-blue tank-top and some jean shorts
short enough that the pockets stuck out in the front.  He didn't want to
know what the backside looked like, though a dirty part of his brain
considered asking.

   Chris was glad to be getting the messages from his daughter again, so he
decided to compliment her a little more directly.  He knew how hard she
worked to stay in shape, they'd talked about it plenty.

   {You look beautiful, all your workouts really show honey.  Though, I
wish showing me could be enough instead of ten thousand shirtless guys with
tattoos.}

   Though she felt like sending something snappy back to him, Nicky had
this odd feeling that maybe showing her dad WAS enough.  She decided she
still wanted to post the picture, but it was mostly because of the
compliment her dad had given her making her proud of her body.

   ~Thanks daddy!  Will you send me one of you?~

   {Right now?} He asked

   ~Yes!  It's only fair, plus you always look so handsome in your dress
shirts.  Maybe I'll show my friend Rachel~

   Nicky waited a moment before she got a picture from her dad.  She
giggled, seeing him leaned back in his chair and casually taking a selfie
like he'd been doing it his whole life.  God she loved him, and she wished
he could come home right then so they could hang out.

   {I'd appreciate if you didn't show that to her, she's a bit of an
aggressive one, that friend of yours huh?}

   ~Ohhh daddy, so handsome.  You should unbutton one of those buttons
though, it would make you look more comfortable.  And yes, Rachel tells me
all the time she thinks you're cute...  I try to ignore her.~

   Chris looked around and when nobody was looking he did undo one of his
buttons.  When he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror later, he DID
look a bit more at ease.  Nicky was always the go-to on fashion advice, it
seemed.

   {Well you can tell her that your dad only has eyes for you.}

   {Maybe don't tell her that.  You know what I meant.}

   ~Hahaha, yes I know what you meant dad.  Love you, come home soon and we
can go for a walk.~

   {Screw it, I'm coming home now.}

   Nicky beamed with excitement, and once again was getting just what she
wanted.  Sure enough, he was home in no time and changed so they could go
on a long walk with the dog.  Chris saw his beautiful daughter for the
second time that day, and the picture didn't do her justice.  Just as he'd
suspected, the backside of her shorts was so close to the bottom curve of
her butt that it made his heart skip a beat when she trotted a few steps
ahead to keep up with their shepherd.  His hand might have slipped down to
feel the taut denim over Nicky's butt once or twice, but Nicky didn't make
any indication that she sensed it.

   She had, but was utterly content to let her dad put his hands wherever
he pleased.

   Another week went by, and a couple more posts marked the passing days as
Nicky and her dad got into a rhythm that any father-daughter duo would
envy. The precocious brunette did her usual - pushing the boundaries with
her posts, but at some point she lost track of whether she was doing it for
her followers' benefit or her dad's.  When he told her that the sports bra
and spandex shorts she wore to cheerleading were not appropriate, the
deviousness she felt was because she'd really only taken the picture for
him anyway.

   They got touchier too.  One night while watching TV her dad had set his
hand on her abdomen and gravity had slowly pulled it down until his
fingertips were just about under the waistband of her tiny shorts.  Nicky
simply couldn't sleep that night until she had fingered herself into a
wriggling little orgasm, imagining that he hadn't stuck by his better
judgment and instead let his fingers roam further.

   When her dad was reading the paper in the morning later that week, Nicky
took her bowl of cereal and plopped down right in his lap, as if there
weren't two more stools for her to occupy next to him.  There could be no
mistaking that she was intentionally shifting her butt around in his lap as
she teased him saying "I just wanted to be close to you before you left me
for work." There was also little secret that when Chris couldn't take it
anymore, it was the tent in his slacks his daughter had felt poking into
her after she'd done a good job in his lap.

   There was no reason left to lie to himself.  Every day, Chris tried to
think through a way that this could be anything but mutual attraction
between he and his daughter.  He tried to keep his distance, and she would
simply veer handily around any obstacle he put in her way.  And when she
was too busy with her homework or after-school activities, it was her
father that sought out her attention.

   Nicky found herself acting borderline sexually aggressive at school. 
No, the boys that she teased with her outfits or overt stretching at her
locker weren't going to match up to her dad, but at least she could get
some relief between periods of not seeing him.  She was starting to wonder
if she could control herself around her dad at all.  Last night, she had
come into his office to say goodnight wearing a loose tank-top, no bra
underneath and a tiny pair of cotton panties.  She vividly remembered
standing there a few extra seconds hoping her dad would play out her
fantasy of stripping her naked and bending her over his desk.

   This was crazy!  - a thought they both had at multiple times.  And it
had all started because of a couple of stupid posts online.  But the one,
telling thing that was missing from the whole situation, in Nicky's eyes,
was regret.  She didn't regret for a second agreeing to send her dad the
pictures of herself - not the tame ones and definitely not the naughty
ones. She got more of a rush from being around him now than she ever had
reading comments on her posts.  "Nice ass hottie!" was simply no match for
the look in her father's eyes when she gave him a peek of her bare backside
as she was walking up the stairs to bed.

   By Friday, Chris was having trouble focusing on his work.  He and his
daughter had spent time together every day that week, and every day
something new had stoked the flame of desire that was growing for his young
daughter.

   There could be no mistaking it now - Nicky was an equal part in the
deepening trouble the two of them were playing at.  She talked openly about
what she was going to send him in her next photo.  Nicky was sending him
one private photo that she knew he would veto, for every one that she
intended to post online.  A few times over the week he'd unabashedly
retreated to the bathroom late at night and gotten himself off to the
willfully given pictures of his beautiful teenager.  And if he had to
guess, that's exactly what his daughter intended.

   He was sitting in a meeting in the afternoon on the last work-day of the
week, waiting for everyone to arrive when he received a message from his
daughter.  He was on autopilot now; Chris simply had to see the photo
regardless of where he now sat.

   He almost fell over backward in the chair due to the haste at which he
rushed to conceal the phone.  The meeting couldn't be over soon enough, and
Chris actually hurried things along so he could get out and go back to his
office for some privacy.

   ~Daddy, I wanted to go to the beach, but I'm not sure my suit fits
anymore...~ it read.

   Damn right it didn't.  His daughter was standing in the middle of her
room, probably having placed the phone on her dresser with a timer.  The
bottoms were, perhaps, a little small.  He could barely make out the mound
of his baby's little pussy.  However, the top was a different story.  It
looked like something he'd bought her when she didn't have any breasts at
all.  Now...  well, that just wasn't the case anymore.

   Her perfect tits spilled out, mostly above the white, strapless bikini
with multi-color stars on it.  It was a childish design, but the body it
(barely) concealed was nothing of the sort.  Nicky was thrusting her chest
outward, and he knew that she knew exactly what she was doing.  The smile
on her face said as much.  Plus, she hadn't even pretended to ask if she
could post this photo online.

   {You can say that again.  I think we should go out and get you something
that allows your...  assets a little more space huh?}

   ~You mean my tits daddy?  What, you don't think they look good in this
suit?~

   {I never said that!  They look just fine sweetie, but obviously a little
bigger than when we bought you that suit!  I'll take you out shopping again
after work if you want to get something that fits better.}

   ~I was hoping you'd offer!  Will you help me choose one?~ Nicky
answered, swooning over the fact that her dad had said something
specifically about her breasts.

   When she looked in the mirror after she'd put on the suit, Nicky knew
her tits were blatantly on display - she relished letting her dad see them.
It was nice to know that he noticed she wasn't exactly his 'little' girl
anymore.

   {Of course Nicky, anything for you.}

   Chris's head rolled back where he sat.  He couldn't stop staring at the
photo his daughter had sent him.  Seeing the little glint on her tummy, he
reveled at how much he'd come to love that jewel in the middle of his
baby's midsection.  A lot of things had changed about the way he saw her,
and it really seemed like they were both okay with that.

   Truthfully, the rest of Chris's body was starting to get jealous that
his eyes had had so much access to the beautiful 18-year-old.  Chris's
fatherly instinct was giving credence to the fact that he wanted to explore
those perfect breasts of hers, to grip her tiny little hips and hold one of
her round butt cheeks firmly in his grasp.  Looking at the miniscule blue
bottoms of her swimsuit, he wanted to get them off her and stop wondering
what exactly she'd look like underneath...  perhaps more.

   While she waited for her father to get home, Nicky was scrambling around
her room looking for the right outfit to wear for him.  She settled on her
best (smallest) pair of jean shorts and a light-purple top that was more of
a sheet of fabric than a shirt.  It hung off one shoulder completely and
left her whole abdomen uncovered as usual.  The really naughty part,
though, was that Nicky neglected to put on a bra and it showed any time she
turned.  The little brunette was quite proud that her tits could still be
perky without support.

   She was so excited for him to come home she could just scream.  Chris
was excited too; it was pointless to try and get any work done after he
took one more look at the picture of his teenager.  Sure, they were going
shopping for bathing suits, but neither Nicky nor her father was sure that
was ALL they were doing.  Maybe they were getting their hopes up...  maybe
it would just be a bit more harmless flirting.  That would be okay too, but
Chris was pretty sure that wasn't where they were headed, and he was so
tired of pretending.  Nicky was way ahead of him.

   She literally leapt into her dad's arms as soon as he set his briefcase
down in the kitchen.  Chris was a bit stunned, but not at all ungrateful to
feel his daughter's thin legs wrap around him and her arms encircle his
neck like a monkey.  She kissed him right on the mouth, taking advantage of
the surprise attack she'd sprung and letting her lips linger longer than
was probably appropriate.  The fact that her dad did nothing to stop her
spoke volumes.

   Holding her in his arms, Chris took in the outfit.  Those tiny little
shorts...  the shirt that was loosely draped over her...  the mounds
underneath her top that were obviously lacking a bra.  Some part of him
asked, 'why shouldn't you just reach up under that top and see just how
much she's grown?'

   Chris settled for his baby wiggling about in his arms until he set her
down on the countertop.

   "You missed me that much Nicky?"

   "Duh..." she said adorably, keeping her legs locked around him so his
hips stayed planted right against her, "are you ready to go yet dad?"

   He looked down at his attire and back at her.  "Honey, I just got home,
can you wait just a few minutes or are we in some big hurry?"

   Nicky whined, "fine, fine, fine.  Just get ready to go and I'll stay
here...waiting!"

   Laughing, Chris gave his baby a kiss on the forehead and tried to back
away.  Her legs were still clamped around him.  He looked back at her face
with curiosity and watched his teenager shake her head and put a finger
right on her lips.  She apparently wanted something more than the kiss on
the forehead.

   He gave it to her, feeling her wonderful body lean into him, her braless
tits press against his chest, and her lips begging for more than a dad was
supposed to kiss his daughter with.  He held her JUST long enough that she
was wondering if they would suddenly break out into an impulsive make-out
session before retreating.

   She opened her eyes slowly and released him, sensing that her dad was
still managing to keep up his defenses.  Nicky knew that was what made him
such a great dad, but she didn't need that kind of dad anymore, she wanted
something more.  He could still be whatever he wanted to her, but the
strong-willed brunette had just about made up her mind.  She still had all
day, and a lot of bathing suits to get through...  he'd come around.

   Chris took the stairs with deep breaths that were by no means the result
of his climb.  This shit was getting intense.  He couldn't recall ever
having so much tension, angst and pure lust hovering in the space between
he and any woman - and that space between he and his daughter seemed to be
rapidly decreasing.  Just the other night he'd been in his office when
Nicky came to say goodnight; he'd actually had an uncontrollable daydream
of ripping off her top and taking her right on his desk...  and his
thoughts weren't all that different today.

   If his plan was to fend off the impending landmark in their
relationship, he was really worried about the hours to come of watching his
daughter model for him.  And yet, he was hurrying to get dressed and get
things under way...

   Their conversation in the car was cheerful, as usual.  Both Nicky and
Chris were stealing quick glances over at each other in admiration.  Dad
felt it, and daughter felt it, but they kept on talking as if nothing was
different.  It was nice to know that they could be so flexible in the light
of a rapidly-changing dynamic between them.

   Nicky rode on her father's back all the way into the department store.
Sure, he got some looks from a parent or two, and a few guys definitely
pulled the 'look back at her ass and pretend I didn't,' move, but Nicky was
his and his alone in that moment.  Plus, he had no intention of complaining
about feeling her young chest pressing against his back and neck in braless
splendor.

   Picking out bathing suits was fun.  Dad went for the ones that were cute
but definitely less revealing, and Nicky was all over the place.  She told
him not to even try picking a one-piece: "It's not going to happen, dad,"
she'd said flatly.

   Chris found that if he just did away with the awkwardness, he could very
much enjoy joking around with her, picking suits that he thought would look
great on her, and watching her prance around the racks of stringy clothing
merrily.

   They picked five suits together and made their way to the changing
rooms. When Chris made a move to sit down outside as he usually did, Nicky
protested.  "Sorry dad, I need help taking pictures today so you're going
to have to come in the room with me."

   "Sweetie, I don't know if they'll let me in there."

   Nicky shushed him, "come on, the attendant isn't here.  Just come quick
and nobody will know."

   Chris didn't have time to think it over and simply followed her lead. 
Nicky chose a larger stall toward the end of the row so that there was less
a chance someone would realize she was in there with him.

   What he didn't have time to think over, was that Nicky was going to be
changing into and out of bathing suits.  He might have seen her in that
photo with her lingerie barely clinging to her body, but this booth was
still pretty small, and he was supposed to be in there with his naked
daughter changing in and out of five suits?

   He sat down, wondering if he'd made a huge mistake.

   Nicky didn't miss a beat.  She instructed him to hang a few things up
here, sit down over there and get his phone ready for when she needed him
to take a picture.  It seemed she'd done this a thousand times before when
he realized...  she probably had.

   A subdued smile appeared on the young brunette's face as she turned away
from her dad to hang something up on the door.  She'd decided upon asking
him to join her in the booth on their way to the department store, not
really sure that he'd oblige her.  But here he was, and the same fact her
father had realized was not lost on the quick-witted teen: she was going to
be naked not five feet away from her dad!  If a picture of her still mostly
covered up could cause as much trouble as it had, how much could she get
into when he was right there in the room with her?

   Sure enough, Chris had hardly sat down when he saw his daughter
unbuttoning her shorts.  It took significant effort for her to shimmy them
off, and Chris's eyes were still fixed on her when he got a glimpse of the
cute, gray-and-white striped panties she was wearing underneath.  He tried
to look away, and Nicky smiled at how sweet he was to do so.  She knew
there really wasn't anywhere else for him to look, and it was fine with
her.

   "It's okay daddy," she told him, "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

   "Maybe, but you weren't all of...that...  when I last saw you naked."
Chris said, gesturing to his daughter's entire figure as he said it.

   "I'll turn around if that makes you happy, but it doesn't bother me if
you look." Nicky teased, pulling her top quickly up off of her and
wondering if her dad had caught a glimpse of her bare breasts from the side
as she turned.  He was kind of looking away, but she could also see him
peeking, which was silly and exciting at the same time.

   A thought occurred to Nicky that instantly sent a shiver of excitement
down her spine.  Her dad had never seen her fully naked, and now she had an
opportunity to give him a real eyeful.  She knew he liked her boobs - she'd
seen him staring plenty of times - but what if she let him see her pussy?
Given how incredibly naughty that made Nicky feel to want to show him, she
wondered if he might also see how wet it was making her when she did.

   The bad little brunette wiggled out of her panties, and made a real show
of it.  She did it slowly, bending at the waist to take them off at her
feet.  Nicky was quite proud of what he might see there; she'd just gotten
it all waxed in anticipation of this very shopping expedition.  She made
sure that if he was peeking, he wouldn't miss a thing.

   How could he NOT look?  Chris's daughter had said it was okay, and he
didn't have anywhere else to turn.  He could look at the side wall and
close his eyes...  but...  no...  he just couldn't do that.  So he looked.
He tried to close his eyes when he thought his daughter was watching, and
felt he was doing a pretty good job.  That was until he watched her slide
out of her panties and then bend over.

   'Ohmyfuckinggodddd' he screamed inwardly.  These confounded dressing
room stalls were perfectly lit.  He saw more of his baby's little pussy
from behind than any man is ever supposed to see after she's too old to be
given baths anymore.

   It was so tiny...  pink and pursed shut tight.  There wasn't a single
hair on her; she was flawlessly bare and smooth.  Even the little eye
between her perfect butt cheeks was pretty.  He didn't think he'd ever say
that about a woman, but his daughter was simply...  perfect.  Chris was
just noticing that there was a sparkle of...could it be wetness on her taut
little lips??...  when his daughter stood back up.

   She gave him a quick glance over her shoulder, and something in her grin
told him that she knew exactly what he'd seen...  what she'd shown him.

   He kept up the ruse as best he could, looking away and stealing glances
while Nicky got into her first suit.

   "Okay, picture time daddy.  Then, tell me what you think."

   Chris fumbled with the phone, pretending he didn't know Nicky was ready
until she said so.  Snapping a picture, he wondered if his daughter had
instructed him to use his own phone for a specific reason...  she was the
one with the newer version.

   Damn was she pretty.  The first one was a suit Chris had picked out.  It
was pretty simple, more of a single piece top than the type with two cups.
He liked that it had little strings hanging from the neckline that dangled
and ticked his daughter's skin just beneath her breasts when she spun.  It
also had no string bows or anything like that; a younger version of himself
had loved pulling those apart on his girlfriends and seeing their tops come
loose.  The bottoms were just a multicolor panty that fit her snugly.  Now
that he'd seen so much of what was beneath them, Chris couldn't help
staring there a bit longer than he should have.

   "So...  what do you think?" She asked, snapping him out of his gaze.

   "I think I'm going to like that one better than some of the others you
picked.  Spin around for me will you?"

   Nicky obliged him, happy to see him taking an active role in her
modeling.  She did everything she could to accentuate her body for him, and
absolutely adored feeling his eyes on her.  It was so naughty, and yet so
fun to be showing off bathing suits for her own dad.

   "Whoop, wait a second, you're a little folded over back here." Her dad
stopped her by gently placing a few fingers on her hip and then adjusting
the backside of her top.  Nicky was glad her body didn't jump in the same
way her heart did when he touched her.

   "God you're pretty sweetheart.  Is there any chance you'll only wear
these things around the house instead of out in public?" Chris asked,
sitting back down on the chair.

   "Not really daddy, but I'll tell you what you want to hear if that makes
you feel better."

   Chris grumbled, and Nicky seemed satisfied that she'd modeled the first
suit sufficiently.  She wasted no time getting into the second.  This time,
Chris was even less shy about looking in the direction of his soon-naked
little girl.  She once again gave him a nice view of her naked pussy and
this time made eye contact and smiled soon after he'd seen it.  Chris's
eyebrows rose, wondering just what was going through the teenager's head.

   "A little help?" requested his daughter when she'd finished sliding her
panties up to cover the place she'd put on display twice now for her dad.
She'd just gotten her top on and needed help tying it in the back.

   Her dad reached over her shoulders to grab the strings that tied behind
her neck.  They trailed over her skin just enough to send a shiver down
Nicky's spine.  Then, he did the same thing with the string that tied
around her back, running his hands around her, right along the path of her
ribcage, drawing the line where the bikini's strings should go.  He tied it
in the back and moved to sit back down on the bench.  Nicky's whole body
was buzzing inside and it had everything to do with the tingling surface of
her skin where her father's hands had been.

   "Wow," Chris said when Nicky asked him to take a picture again, "I'm
going to hate myself for saying this, but I think you have a winner.  That
one fits you just right."

   Nicky beamed, and Chris took another picture of her before she even knew
it.

   "Sorry, you just look so pretty when you smile like that."

   Chris was checking his daughter out without any reservations while Nicky
absorbed his praised.  Aqua-colored cups with black trim held his
daughter's perky breasts in place and left plenty of cleavage for him to
devour with his eyes.  The black bottoms were quite simple, and yet sexy as
hell.  Two times he'd seen her without them and still he wanted more.

   Nicky spun for him this time without asking, and posed this way and
that, asking more questions about the suit.  He was right; she was
definitely buying this one.  She also intended to buy the previous one just
because her dad liked it and she wanted to make him happy.  It was cute
either way.

   Though they had managed to keep things relatively innocent so far in the
dressing room, the anxious 18-year-old was beginning to grow impatient. 
She was realizing that her intentions were not to simply model swimsuits
for her father, and so far that was all she'd really done.  The touch of
her father's fingers was more like what she was after, and so far he'd only
given her just a morsel of what she wanted.

   But Nicky didn't even have to ask her dad to untie the suit for her, he
stood up gladly to help.  This time, he put his hands right on her hips and
guided her back towards him a few steps.  She unintentionally leaned back
to feel the warmth of his body before hearing him clear his throat because
he didn't have room to get to the bow around her back.

   It was Chris who actually removed the top from his daughter.  Though it
wasn't his intention, standing over her and pulling the bikini from her, he
got the most tantalizing view of his daughter's naked breasts from above.

   It was only an instant, but it was enough.  So far this modeling session
had given him a view of every asset his beautiful daughter had, if only in
glimpses.  A part of him that would no longer remain silent longed to stop
fucking around and get her naked.  He'd like to take a picture of THAT for
later use surely.

   Nicky donned the next suit in somewhat of a trance.  By then, the
love-drunk brunette was on auto-pilot and her dad had given up pretending -
staring at his daughter every second he could.

   He tied her strings for her and it was actually a very pretty suit:
pale-red with white trim on both the tops and bottoms.  She looked
incredible, and Chris was pretty sure that had nothing to do with their
fashion sense and everything to do with the girl.  He took a picture, but
Nicky hadn't asked him to.

   When he told her, once again, that she looked great and that this one
was a nice color for her skin, Nicky could only smile.  Was she swaying
back and forth?  It felt like she was swaying.  Likewise, her father was
gazing at her and hungering to see whatever she'd allow as she got naked to
slip into the fourth swimsuit.  His fears had been justified; being so
close to his naked little daughter was having an undeniable effect on his
appetite for her.

   The tension of her top around her back released and it was a few seconds
before Nicky even noticed.  She felt her dad towering over her, felt his
hands on her shoulders as he untied the string around her neck, and this
time she leaned back against Chris deliberately.  She was begging to be
held by him; it was the only thing she could think of in that moment.

   First, he pulled her top all the way off, but Nicky didn't even flinch.
He looked down and had an even better and uninterrupted view of his
daughter's naked breasts.  They were breathtaking - not dropping an inch
even after her bikini released its hold on them.  Her nipples were tiny and
a bit pinker than the rest of her tan skin.

   He was looking and both of them were fully aware.  After all, she'd
shown him the most intimate part of her body, twice already!  What would be
the harm in touching?  Nicky had been teasing him plenty and Chris knew
that he could have had this opportunity many times over by now.  God, he
wanted to so bad, and both of their actions were simply begging him to take
things further.  Chris couldn't help himself.

   "Hmm...," he started; Nicky seemed to shake off a bit of the silent daze
she'd been in and looked up at him over her shoulder, "Do these need a
little adjusting?"

   With that, Nicky felt her dad's hands move with prolonged care, teasing
her as they moved from her abdomen and slid slowly to just under her
breasts

   "Uh huh," Nicky hummed, unable to say anything else in her frazzled
state.

   Given her consent, Chris palmed his daughter's tits altogether.  She
actually let out a tiny squeal of delight as she felt her dad's hands
finally touch her deliberately.  But the two of them could feel the
teenager let out a sigh of relief as he took her in his big, warm hands,
grateful to be crossing the line for good.

   They were every bit as perky and round and wonderful as he had imagined
they would be when he got his hands on them.  His daughter's breasts more
than filled each hand, and he could see in her upturned face that she was
nothing but glad to have him holding them.

   "Do they feel alright daddy?" She asked, pushing her little butt back
toward him and feeling that he was definitely hard already.  "Is something
the matter with them?"

   "Well..." Chris started.  He cupped underneath both mounds and jiggled
them in a way that made his daughter laugh aloud and squirm in front of
him, "...no I think that ought to do it."

   "Actually, it always works better if you do it like this daddy." Nicky
played along, still shaking with laughter.  She took his hands in hers and
then directed his fingers so they were right in position to pinch her
nipples between his thumb and index.

   Chris did as he was instructed, pinching her hard little nipples and
feeling his daughter's body flex, before doing so again and getting the
same reaction.  Each time he did, she shoved her round little ass into his
crotch and then retreated.  He could get used to that.

   Feeling his hands on her tits was amazing, but ultimately, not enough
for Nicky.  If they were going to cross the line, she wanted sprint past
it.

   "I think my bottoms need adjusting too daddy," Nicky said, putting her
hand over one of his and bringing it down until his thumb hooked in her
waistline.  Chris helped his daughter shimmy out of her bottoms until he
realized he was exactly where he suspected this encounter would go: with
his beautiful little daughter naked in front of him by her father's own
doing.

   "That's better, I think." Chris flirted.

   Nicky's hand still had her father's right under its influence.  It was
'better,' but ultimately not good enough.  She couldn't help herself, and
though her own forwardness terrified her, it also had her buzzing with more
arousal than she'd ever known.  Nicky knew this moment could push the
escalation of things with her father to a breaking point.  She knew that
going further could mean...  incest...  and that thought was one she looked
forward to as she made her next move.

   "Better daddy, but do you think this needs any adjusting?"

   Inch by agonizing inch, Nicky directed her dad's fingertips to the place
he'd just lain bare.  He was powerless, or if not powerless, Chris simply
had no desire to keep his daughter from getting what she wanted...  what he
wanted too.  In a few seconds, Nicky's father felt that he was touching his
daughter somewhere he was explicitly prohibited, and he didn't move a
muscle to protest.

   It was clear from the second he sensed the little slit between her legs
with the tips of his fingers that his naughty little teenager was wet. 
Warm and wet - Nicky was absolutely consumed by the passion and
forbiddenness of the situation.  She hoped her father wasn't about to have
any second thoughts, because Nicky would tie him down at that point if she
had to.

   He didn't show any indication of stopping, and after what was a few
anxiety-ridden seconds, Nicky felt her dad's fingers activate.

   "Is this what you were thinking of sweetheart." Chris asked, pressuring
just a little on his daughter's outer lips.

   "Uhh huh, but you don't need to be so gentle daddy, I might need a lot
of adjusting." Nicky cooed, continuing to grind her butt back against her
dad.

   She was so small in his arms.  His little girl was pretty as ever - even
more so now that he could see every inch of her.  The sounds coming from
her were certainly not that of a little girl, however.  As he looked in the
mirror, Nicky looked back at him, and her eyes narrowed as he ran a finger
firmly in between his daughter's nether lips.  It was an unfathomable
sight: his daughter's flawless body, naked and cradled in the arms of her
dad while he fingered her at last.

   Nicky winced as his fingers found their mark.  She had wanted this so
bad, at least her lustful little body had whether her brain had caught up
or not.  Now there could be no question that she wanted her father to make
her his plaything, that she wanted him to rub her needy little clit until
she screamed.  Whatever it was he chose to do with her, Nicky would have
it, and she would reward him as best she could for giving her what she so
desperately desired.

   By then, Chris's fingers were picking up speed.  He could feel his
daughter's legs tremble when he played repeatedly with her clit.  She was
soaking wet; he had to be careful his fingers didn't slide around too much.
His daughter's body felt more incredible than he could have hoped; as he
rubbed her pussy, he kept a hand exploring her perfect abdomen, hips and
her breasts that he adored so much.

   "Ohfuuuck daddy, don't stop...please..." Nicky breathed.

   "Don't worry baby...  I won't." He replied.  His words were wonderful,
whispering sweet reassurance that everything was as it should be.

   They watched each other in the mirror as Nicky's brow furrowed and she
bit her lip, trying to contain herself and not make too much noise in the
dressing room.  It always took her a good while when she did this herself,
but she was so turned on with her dad's touch that she was going to cum all
too soon.

   "Adjust me daddy...mnhhh..."

   They both had to laugh at that, though Nicky could only do so for a
second because her father's fingers weren't letting up.  Even in this most
intimate moment, father and daughter were the same playful and loving pals,
but with a new purpose.

   "GOD you're good at that...  I'm...uhhhhh...  close daddy."

   Nicky moaned loud enough for her dad to be concerned.  He moved his free
hand up to her lips to hush her.  The sight of him, one hand over her mouth
and the other wiggling relentlessly over her pussy was the most erotic
thing either of them had ever seen.  Nicky's breasts shook each time
another jolt of pleasure hit her, and her hips did their best to get a full
sense of the hard cock she could feel in her father's pants.

   Faster than ever before, Nicky felt the familiar sensation of being
overwhelmed by the stimulation of her clit.  This however, was of an
intensity with which she was most definitely unfamiliar.  She writhed
around in his arms and cooed into the hand that covered her mouth without
control over herself.

   Then it hit.

   A first wave of pleasure wracked her teenage body - a wonderful
immersion of feeling of which she was sure she'd never seen the like.

   Then a second.

   Her daddy's fingers didn't let up, and the second torrent sent her into
a mind-numbing daze that continued as her climax reached out to every
extremity of her beautiful body.

   "Daddyyyyyeeee," she managed, with the rest of the sounds coming out of
her mouth and into his muffling hand being an adorable and wonderful chorus
to her father's ears.

   Looking at his baby in the mirror then, feeling her in his hands, Chris
knew he was lost.  He couldn't give up the beautiful little girl in front
of him and all the things he wanted them to do together for the world.  As
he held her, squirming and moaning because of him, Chris wanted the two of
them to be everything a father and daughter were forbidden to be.

   Nicky had, at some point during her climax, leaned forward and exhibited
little ability to stand on her own two feet.  Chris had to catch her, and
he did so handily.  She panted and twitched a few times, and was glad to
have her father's fingers finally subdued - she couldn't take another
second.

   Her head had fallen forward, her thick, brown hair covering her face -
the flushed cheeks and squinted eyes that were a result of her orgasm. 
Slowly, she lifted it, looking in the mirror to take in what she and her
father had just done.

   A smile appeared on her face, warming her dad to see that there was no
post-orgasmic guilt to be had by his little girl.  Boy did she look pretty.
Chris wasn't sure it was even possible, but the look of his daughter
recovering from her mesmerizing fit might have been the prettiest he'd ever
seen her.

   They stayed like that for a moment, just looking at each other
admiringly.  When Nicky got her wits about her, she decided that she wasn't
just going to stand by while being the sole recipient.  The blissful
brunette turned around and quickly provided her father with a kiss on the
lips.

   Chris looked stunned.  It was the first time his offspring had faced
him, naked as the day she was born and with the truth of what they'd just
done written all over her face.  He wanted to kiss her again too, so he
did.

   With an arm slinked around her bare back, Chris pulled his daughter to
him.  THIS was what she wanted.  He held her and brought the two of them
together for their first kiss as the lovers they felt they were meant to
be.

   After a few seconds of the soft and loving touch of their lips, Nicky
darted her tongue out.  She wasn't inexperienced, but still felt nervous
about kissing her father for the first time.  He handled his daughter
expertly, teasing her by letting her tongue search for him before he
indulged.

   The kissing and teasing turned into a full-on make-out session of two
people with so much ground to make up and seemingly endless desire for each
other.  Eighteen years Nicky had loved him, and today she felt like she was
finally getting the opportunity to show him what he meant to her.  Eighteen
years Chris had raised her, and as he kissed her hungrily, touched her
soft, teenage body, he felt that this might be what it was all for.

   Nicky backed off, breathing heavily and adorably overwhelmed by the
passion with which they'd joined.  She could have kissed him forever in
that dressing room stall, but something was prodding at her to stop.

   She looked down, and her father's eyes followed.  Nicky actually giggled
upon seeing the comical tent in her father's pants.

   "It looks like you need some adjusting too..." She said sweetly, keeping
up the ruse.

   Chris made like he was going to do it himself, but Nicky reached out and
stopped him.

   "Can I?" She asked.

   His first instinct, a fatherly one, was to say no.  Then he looked at
the stark naked teen in front of him and decided that his instincts needed
adjustment too.

   Chris nodded silently at his daughter, who quickly closed the gap
between them and gently caressed the bulge in his pants with affection. 
She bit her lip and looked up at her father as she saw on his face that he
appreciated her touch.  Her hands found his belt buckle and undid it with
little difficulty.

   When his daughter had his shorts undone, she wasted no time getting them
off him, followed by her fingers finding their way under the waistband of
his underwear.  She paused a moment, knowing that she was about to do
something very significant in revealing her father's cock to her for the
first time.  Nicky looked up at him for any indication that he wanted her
to stop - there was none.

   In one motion, Nicky tugged his waistband down and gasped quietly as his
cock sprung forth.  Chris beamed with pride upon seeing the look on his
daughter's face as she knelt down to get a good look at him.

   Never one to beat around the bush when she wanted something, Nicky
immediately put her hands on her dad's cock, causing him to wince
impulsively.  Two hands fit comfortably on him and she could tell,
flattered, upon feeling him that he was as hard as could be.

   Nicky marveled at his size.  She had some experience, but her dad was
almost certainly the biggest cock she'd ever gotten her hands on.  He was
maybe a little longer than anyone else, but with her fingers unable to
touch her thumbs, she was positive he was thicker.

   "Um...  jeez dad," Nicky said, looking up at him and giving his cock a
slow stroke, "it hardly fits in my hands!"

   She massaged him again, caressing his tip with one of her hands while
wrapping her fingers around him as best she could with the other.  She
stroked him a few times while still quite obviously admiring his size. 
Chris didn't think he was THAT big, but he certainly looked great in his
daughter's tiny grasp.

   "How am I supposed to fit this thing in my mouth?" Nicky asked, having
thought it when the words just...  slipped out.

   Chris's eyes got wide.  He had, perhaps, imagined what his daughter
might have intended to do when she got down on her knees, but hearing his
little girl say it was too much.

   "Is that what you're planning sweetie?"

   Nicky looked up at him adorably.  She was such a stunning young thing,
perched there naked and stroking her father's cock.

   "I could try..." Nicky asked, keeping eye contact with him and bringing
his tip to her mouth with a kiss.  She lapped gently at the shiny bead of
precum that gathered on him, never once breaking her intense gaze.

   "Do you want me to daddy?  Do you want your daughter to put your big
cock in her mouth?"

   Chris's face first suggested he would admonish her for her language, but
it softened considerably when Nicky pursed her lips on him.  He changed his
tune completely.

   "I don't think you could fit it if you tried sweetie."

   It was a tactic that had worked on his daughter many times.  All he had
to do was challenge her to do something, or suggest she wouldn't be able
to, and she gave one-hundred and fifty percent.  The wounded frown on her
scrunched face was still quite fetching.  She looked to be thinking hard
about whether she'd take him up on his challenge or not, before Chris's
cock felt her answer.

   Nicky wrapped her lips all the way to the ridge of his helmet and sucked
gently.  She actually giggled when she saw her dad reach out suddenly for
support from the grab-bar on the wall.  Causing him further astonishment,
his daughter swirled her tongue around his sensitive tip in complete
circles.  He could even feel her smiling as she held him in her mouth.

   Her hands kept stroking him at the base as she sucked his cock's head.
Then, Nicky withdrew it from her mouth and smiled wide at him before
pressing his penis to her lips again.

   She squeezed him tight with her hands and took him into her mouth
vigorously.  Chris's head rolled back as his baby got him almost halfway
before she felt her gag reflex.  Slurping considerably, she backed off him
and looked up for approval.

   Chris stroked a hand through his daughter's hair, tucking it behind one
ear.  "I take it back sweetie; that feels wonderful."

   Nicky grinned, delighted.

   "You're a very bad girl Nicky, you know that?" He taunted her, thinking
of how relentlessly she had dangled herself for him over the course of the
past few weeks leading to this - the feeling of his cock in her mouth.

   His daughter donned a tiny frown with big, puppy-dog eyes, slurping as
she released his cock from between her lips for a second.  "I'm sorry
daddy, what can I do to be a good girl for you?"

   Chris didn't answer; he merely directed his eyes back downward and Nicky
caught his meaning.

   She did as he wanted and immediately took his cock back into her mouth.
Using her hands at the same time, she slid them down, spreading her saliva
over him as she urged as much as she could of his length inside.  When she
retreated, gagging a little again, she repeated the same thing.  A few more
times and she had him nice and wet.

   Chris marveled as his 18-year-old gargled him and then stroked
repeatedly with her hands while bathing his shaft on the sides with her
tongue.  Though he would have relished giving her direction, his darling
obviously knew what she was doing and that turned him on more than he could
imagine.  He'd ask her about that later, but for now the feeling of her
worshipping him with her hands and mouth was all he could manage to focus
on.

   "Oh honey...mnghhh...  that feels wonderful."

   Even though he was applauding her efforts, Nicky was disappointed that
she couldn't fit her father's entire length into her mouth like she wanted
to.  She tried a bunch more times, urging him as far back as her throat
would allow, but it was no use.  The determined teen hoped she could
practice more on him later, but for now she just wanted to make her father
cum.

   Nicky looked sad when she gazed up at him and spoke softly, "I can't fit
it all daddy, you were right..."

   Chris had to laugh at his daughter's dismay.  "Don't worry sweetie, you
were doing just fine!"

   "Can I try using my tits on you daddy?  I always wanted to."

   How could he tell her no?  He looked down at that adorable and hopeful
grin on his daughter's face and felt his heart throb for her.

   "Of course you can little one." Chris responded, delighted that his
daughter was willing to try something new with him.  He looked forward to
experimenting with her thoroughly.

   Beaming, Nicky directed her dad back to the edge of the bench.  She'd
never done it before, but the thought of sliding her father's cock between
her tits was incredibly exciting.

   "Okay, sit forward a little bit," she directed him, seeing that her dad
looked as eager as she.

   Chris could only watch with wonder as his daughter positioned herself,
chest thrust out deliciously.  He'd never tried this before in his life,
and he was entranced to be experiencing it for the first time with his
little girl.  Nicky leaned in one more time to bathe his cock in her saliva
before she was confident he was ready to be wrapped in her perky tits.

   She was focusing so charmingly as she attempted to seat his cock just
right between her breasts.  It was a look her father recognized with utter
familiarity.  Visions appeared of that look just before Nicky attempted a
new tumble in their backyard.  He'd seen that face when she was
concentrating before the two of them took off to race home a few weeks ago
while walking the dog.  Her look was so recognizable, and yet Chris was
taken aback to see it as she squeezed her naked breasts around his shaft.

   Nicky by no means had the kind of massive tits he'd seen performing this
act in one of the videos he only watched when everyone else had gone to
sleep, but she was still perfect in his eyes.  She was so pleased to see
him fit snugly between her tits, and even more so when she started sliding
him back and forth in their warm embrace.  Feeling that she'd gotten the
hang of it, Nicky looked up at her dad with a smile that set his heart
ablaze.

   "Wow baby, I guess you're a little more grown up than I thought!" Chris
said, referring to his surprise that Nicky could even come close to
enveloping his cock with her globes.

   "Does that feel good daddy?" Nicky asked, loving the feeling of his
warm, hard pole sliding between her tits.  Before he could answer, Chris
was treated with the sight of his teenager spitting out a dribble of saliva
that landed right where she wanted it, except for the remnant that
glistened on her chin.

   "Unhhh...  sweetheart...  your tits feel amazing...  keep going like
that...mnghhh," Chris praised, reaching out to wipe the spittle from his
daughter's chin with his thumb while she kept her hands securely on her
tits.

   She sat up and then down again...  up and down until she could feel her
labor in her toned abs.  Seeing her dad watch her with loving desire was
reward enough that she would keep working as long as it took for her to get
what she really wanted.

   It wasn't taking long.  He simply couldn't watch his little girl
thrusting him up and down between those soft mounds of flesh while grinning
like a Cheshire cat without nearing orgasm faster than he ever had before.

   "Nicky...  you're gonna make me...ohhhhhh honey.."

   She was focusing so hard that she didn't realize it was already
happening.  Her father's hips flexed and Nicky's eyes darted up to meet his
just before it did.

   Chris locked his gaze to his daughter's as his cock throbbed out its
first, glorious rope of sperm.  When his daughter felt it on her tits,
spewing just between them where she now held his tip, her grin got all the
wider.

   She looked down when her father's eyes rolled back, "That's it daddy,
cum for me...  cum all over your bad little girl!"

   He couldn't believe what he heard nor felt, as he came by his daughter's
doing for the first time.  His eyes squinted as he again spurted onto his
daughter's beautiful chest.

   Apparently, Nicky changed her mind about daddy 'cumming all over her.'
The third time Chris pumped out a ribbon of warm semen he felt her lips on
him, directing it straight into her pretty mouth.

   Again he opened his lids to look down at Nicky - wide-eyed as her father
filled her mouth with spunk.  She used her hands to urge out as much as he
could give her, and the feeling of the warm embrace of her lips around his
sensitive tip was almost too much to bear.

   Nicky was glad she'd let his first two splashes of cum coat her tits,
because by the time her little hands worked her dad's cock until it was no
longer rewarding her with thick globs, her mouth felt as full as she could
manage.

   Seeing her like that, a very wily thought popped into her father's head.
He could finally think straight now that his daughter had relented sucking
on his head for more of his sperm, and the sight of his phone at his side
inspired him.

   Nicky looked up with those beautiful, wide, green eyes, knowing exactly
what he was going to do as he lifted the phone.  She posed perfectly.

   'CLICK'

   On the phone was stored an image of Nicky in the most revealing position
he could imagine.  She had her mouth open just enough that he could see the
hazy pool of spunk on her tongue, being careful not to let a drop cascade
over her lower lip.  She was still holding her father's shaft lightly in
her hands and he could even see the white glaze of the cum that hadn't made
it into her mouth right atop her perky, 18-year-old breasts.

   After he set the phone down and Nicky was sure he was watching her, she
swallowed deeply with a look of careful concentration, and did so again
until all of his cum was gone.  Nicky presented her pink tongue to him as
she used to when he was checking to see if she'd taken all her medicine
when she was little.

   Nicky could see from the look on her dad's face that he was far from
knowing how to react to any of what was going on.  Like her, he was simply
acting out the demands of the love and desire he felt.  It was those
feelings that put Chris's fingers under his daughter's chin, drawing her up
to her feet until she leaned forward to kiss him.  Before their lips met,
he caught a glimpse of Nicky's cute little butt pushed out as she bent over
to kiss him.

   He'd made her moan and squirm in a wonderful orgasm and Nicky had
returned the favor by coaxing one out of him until she eventually swallowed
his extensive fluids right in front of his eyes.  Still, as Nicky leaned
back from a long kiss with her father, she looked down to see that he
hadn't softened a bit!

   "I love you daddy," she cooed, unable to think of anything else to say
when his hands wrapped around her backside.

   "I'm crazy about you too sweetie," Chris repaid her, pulling on her soft
little butt until she brought her knees up one at a time on the bench,
straddling him.

   That gave him better access to her naked little body.  His hands
returned to his daughter's breasts and then massaged around her abdomen. 
At one point, he took the little jewel on her belly button and tugged at it
gently, seeing his baby smile as he toyed with her.

   "That was so amazing!  Did you like cumming in my mouth?" She asked,
sounding almost innocent.

   Chris sighed as he answered a question he never thought he'd be asked,
"Very much Nicky, almost as much as I liked fucking those beautiful boobs
you've grown all of the sudden."

   Nicky looked offended, and she squeezed his cock with one hand between
them, "I've had them for a while now daddy, you just haven't been looking."

   "Well I'm glad I finally did then," he said.  While Nicky was stroking
her dad gently, she felt his hands slide down to her hip bones and squeeze
her.

   Silence ensued...  heavy...  meaningful silence.  Their eyes held each
other's and Chris felt a passion that started so deep inside it scared him.
He hadn't ever felt something like that before, and from the beautiful,
expectant look on his daughter's face, they both knew that something was
going to happen.

   Nicky looked down at her father's firm penis in her hand, seeing the
glaze of sticky cum remaining on his head.  She felt her dad's hands
lifting her by the hips and it took a moment for her to realize what was
going on.  The proximity of his cock to his daughter's pretty little pussy
was telling enough as Chris directed his daughter on top of him.

   There were a million reasons to halt what they were doing immediately...
a million reasons why the incest they were seconds away from committing
together had to be stopped.  But there was only one reason Chris needed to
proceed when he felt his daughter instinctively directing his cock where
they both wanted it.  It was the same reason that Nicky settled down an
inch until his cum-slathered head poked ever so gently at her needy
entrance.  They wanted each other...  needed each other...  and this was
how they were choosing to show it.

   No words were necessary.  They both knew what they were doing.

   Nicky lowered herself just a bit more.  With her mouth open and brow
furrowed, her face showed adorably how incredible it was to feel her dad's
tip split her lips for the first time.

   "...daddy..." she whispered.

   Chris urged his daughter down further.  With some concentration, father
and daughter felt his head insert inside Nicky's pussy fatefully.

   They'd done it.

   He wasn't 'fucking' her like Nicky soon hoped he soon would, but the
knowledge that she had her dad's cock inside her, even if it was just his
wife tip she could now feel quite definitively spreading her open made her
head swim.

   Nicky wasn't a virgin, and was glad of it.  From the very few times
she'd tried sex, she knew that her fitting her dad inside her was going to
be a struggle.  She'd known his girth was definitely more than she'd
experienced before, and now that it was requesting entry into her young,
tight tunnel, she felt it clearly.

   Chris's eyes met his daughter as they savored it.  There was no more
pretense, no more inner-struggle or guilt; Chris wanted this just as badly
as his baby did and they didn't care what anyone else said they were or
were not allowed to do.

   When enough time passed, Chris was just about to urge his daughter's
hips down further onto him and Nicky was just about to let him.

   Nicky opened her mouth to draw a breath, furrowed her brow and then...
her father's phone vibrated loudly next to them on the hard surface!

   Chris cursed, quickly reaching without looking for the vibrating,
ringing contraption and accidentally knocked it to the floor; he'd just
wanted to silence it.  He was going to reach for it on the floor when Nicky
grabbed his chin forcefully.

   "No daddy, don't," she demanded.

   He felt his teenager sink down another fraction of an inch when the
phone rang again.  He was content to do as she asked, letting Nicky adjust
to him inch by inch, ignoring his phone as it lit up and buzzed on the
floor instead.  Frankly, if he'd had his phone just then, he might have
thought to take another picture of the two of them committing incest for
the first time.

   "Unhhh...  it's probably mom," Nicky cooed, "wouldn't want her to hear
me...mnphhh...  while I'm trying to fit your giant cock in me daddyyy!"

   Nicky squirmed when her father flexed involuntarily while she teased
him, making him feel even bigger and forcing a little more into her
stretching little quim.

   So far, the two of them hadn't made an abundance of noise, and they'd
only heard one person come and go in a stall a ways away from them.

   But the attendant had returned from break...she had heard the tell-tale
vibrating of a phone in the dressing rooms from her post near the entrance.
Someone must have left it accidentally; it happened all the time.

   She got up, walking swiftly toward the source of the ringing and
identifying it as the booth on the far left side.  She tried to push the
door and found it locked.

   Nicky looked distraught as the door rattled behind her.  She hadn't
heard anything until that, and now somebody was trying to open the door to
THEIR STALL.  Chris looked at her with wide eyes, urging her to speak up.

   Nicky gathered herself and spoke in a high voice that only her dad knew
was because she had about two inches or so of her father inserted in her
pussy.

   "Sorry, dropped my phone!" She called back to the attendant, "got it
now!"

   They waited for a response on the other side of the door.

   "Okay, sorry I wasn't here when you arrived.  Can you check your items
in with me when you get a chance?"

   Nicky told her she would and looked frantically back at her dad.  She
could see from the look on his face exactly what she feared.  They had to
stop...

   The look of utter disappointment Nicky showed him was painful to see. 
Even more torturous was the sensation of his daughter's tunnel releasing
its taut embrace on Chris's member rather than taking more of it.  Nicky
and her dad shared the responsibility; his hands lifted her and Nicky sat
up, whining as she felt his tip pop out of her.  Neither of them wanted to
stop, but they simply HAD to.

   With no clue how close the attendant might be to their stall, Nicky
whispered to her dad with desperation.

   "Daddy, we're not finished.  You'll fuck me for real later...  right?"

   Chris was worried too.  For all he knew, the attendant might be their
neighbor, somebody who might know who Chris was to the pretty, naked
teenager in front of him.  If they had any suspicion that Chris had just
removed his cock from the warm embrace of his daughter's quim, they could
be in more trouble than he was capable of comprehending at that moment.

   He whispered even quieter, "yes sweetie, but we've got to be really
cautious now.  Put your clothes back on and I'll go out first."

   Nicky looked positively forlorn, knowing Chris had gone back into
'father mode,' and was being the smart, protective man she knew him to be.
She obeyed, but not without touching his erect cock one more time and
giving him a sideways look of remorse and frustration that they'd been
interrupted.  Chris suspected that if Nicky had a chance to wring the neck
of the poor attendant that knocked on their stall door, she might have.

   Upon exiting, Chris made an excuse that "she" (being careful not to say
"my daughter") would be out in a minute.  Standing as far away from the
attendant - that he didn't recognize, praise the lord - as he could manage,
Chris waited for his little girl to emerge from the dressing room.  He
wondered what she had done about the wet streaks of cum he'd left on her
chest when she showed up and the damp spots on her shirt told him the
answer.

   The attendant looked narrowly between both of them as Nicky showed her
the bathing suits she'd decided to keep.  She chose the first three; Nicky
had tried them on first anyway because they were by far the sexiest - which
was exactly what had gotten them into all that mess in the first place.

   She gave her dad a tentative smile as she scampered toward him and they
purchased her new suits as quickly and quietly as possible.

   "Oh my god!  Nicky said as soon as they were out of earshot on the way
to the car, "my heart was beating so fast!"

   Chris agreed, throwing an arm around her as they walked.

   "I know!  I've never had that close of a call before," Chris answered.

   "You've almost been caught like that before daddy?" Nicky answered,
looking up at him curiously.

   "Ahh well, your mother and I were in the car once and she was taking my
pants off when a cop knocked..." Chris stopped, not feeling the need to
tell the rest of the story.

   Nicky jumped right in, actually sounding a bit competitive, "well you
were actually fucking ME daddy...  if she hadn't stopped us I promise I
would gotten all of your big cock in me."

   Chris looked down at her with awe, "I would have liked that little
one...damn."

   His daughter smiled widely, feeling victorious, "Don't worry, you can
fuck me when we get home daddy..."

   Chris flinched and looked around when his daughter rubbed her hand right
over his erection just as they arrived at the car.  He'd tucked it under
the waistband of his shorts and it had refused to soften for even an
instant - the sight of his daughter being the cause.  Nobody saw them, and
it was a tough call not to open the back door of the car instead of the
front to finish what he and his daughter had started.  Given that he had a
moment of fresh air, the thought of having sex with Nicky in the comfort of
their home as she'd suggested sounded like exactly what they needed.

   The sex-starved brunette was excited all the way home, probably still
immensely overburdened with the energy she'd expected to use to with her
father in that booth for the first time.

   "You felt so big in me already and you weren't even halfway," she said
at some point during their ride, "and it was naughty that we didn't even
use a condom daddy.  Did you even know for sure that I am on birth
control?"

   In truth, Chris hadn't even thought of that.  Maybe on some level he
remembered his wife taking Nicky to the doctor to get her on the pill, but
he hadn't even considered that when first his head pried past his
daughter's tiny lips.  It frightened him how much his conscious mind had
submitted to the intense feelings he'd felt towards his daughter.  Looking
at her, as beautiful as ever in the passenger seat, Chris worried about
what further decisions he might defer to unsound judgment.

   She was so irresistible their whole way home that he knew how easy it
would be to simply leap from the car and carry her right to the nearest
bed. He saw in himself the irrefutable desire to make love to her, to give
himself head over heels to his longing for her.  He'd been so close, so
incredibly close to the most intense sexual encounter of his life.  Looking
back on the day as he stepped out of the car, Chris wondered if this day
wasn't already the most monumental one of his life.

   When they made the final turn toward the house, Chris and Nicky saw
instantly that their bad luck remained.

   Carol's car was in the driveway when Nicky and her father pulled in. 
Briefly, the anxious brunette wondered if they shouldn't simply back away
and find a quiet place to finish what they'd started at the store an hour
ago.  They might have even done so if the younger of the two, Jocelyn,
didn't bound around the side of the house with two of her friends chasing
after her.  The look they exchanged just before exiting the car said it
all: whatever had started in the dressing room wasn't about to come to a
conclusion anytime soon.

   "Daddy..." Nicky mewled as they pulled in the garage, "I don't think I
can just WAIT until we are alone again..."

   He knew what she felt, but had no idea how to tell his own daughter that
they couldn't rejoin under such forbidden circumstances with her mother or
sister anywhere nearby.

   "I'm sorry sweetie, your mom was supposed to be out with her girlfriends
tonight...  I wish we were home alone as much as you do!"

   But his daughter wasn't reassured enough by that.  He knew it from the
look on her face when Nicky quickly opened her door and slapped her
flip-flops down comically on the concrete of the garage floor.  Chris knew
that the best remedy for his daughter in these times was space...  although
perhaps the opposite was true today.

   While they ate dinner that night, Chris's brain ran amuck and so did
Nicky's.  How is one to reconcile the excruciating interruption of lust
between a father and daughter with the reality of sitting next to that very
person for an hour or more without betraying the slightest bit of
affection?

   THAT was exactly what Nicky was dealing with as she ate her dinner
amongst her mother, sister and father.  She couldn't fathom a better way to
deliver the "fuck me" message than what she had been sending his way with
her eyes, words and touches throughout that night.  It was driving her mad,
and Nicky couldn't help herself imagining her daddy sweeping the dishes
right off the table and fucking her right in front of her mom and little
sister.  She was so horny; Nicky would have let him do whatever he damn
well pleased.

   No matter how hard she tried to hasten things, no matter how seductive
she tried to be as she and her dad maneuvered around their unknowing family
members, the result was the same.  Nicky said her goodnights and Chris
followed his wife to bed as he was expected to that night.

   He had no idea what to think.  Now that the evening had driven a wedge
between that moment and the one they'd shared in the dressing room, Chris
couldn't help wondering if he'd made an enormous mistake.  What was his
daughter thinking?

   Chris lay in his bed, conflicted as he'd ever felt before in his life.
His cock boasted of the incredible seconds it had spent within Nicky's
teenage pussy, but his mind battled to prove he had done wrong by her.  Now
that she'd had time to think, his baby would surely see that she could do
so much better than her dad...  that she was too beautiful to be his and
his alone.

   His mind was racing...actually freaking out as he lay in bed.  He hadn't
even had the chance to say a proper goodnight to his daughter when...

   'Buzzzzzzzzzzz''

   Thank God he had laid his phone down on the bed next to him instead of
the nightstand.  His wife stayed fast asleep.

   Chris couldn't even pretend he wasn't happy to see his daughter's name
appear on his message board.

   ~I've been thinking about you all night daddy...~ it said simply. 
Attached was a picture he had to bring closer to his face to see clearly.

   He swiftly realized what he was looking at...  In his daughter's bed,
with the covers tossed off and a form lit dimly by the lamp on her
nightstand, was the naked body of a female that was simply too incredible
to be his own daughter.  But he knew different, as he took in the round,
perkiness of her breasts, and the toned abdomen, he could make out in the
photo with a shiny jewel in the center.  It was definitely her.  She was
stretched out seductively on her bed, surely knowing just how much the
picture would arouse him.  It was funny how quickly his worries and doubts
evaporated with a sigh of relief.  He typed back to her immediately.

   {I'm sorry we got cut short sweetie.  I'll make it up to you, I
promise.} Chris wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but he'd keep his
promise however she took it.

   Smiling as she received her father's text, Nicky got up from her bed and
replied: ~How about you start by telling me what's missing from my picture
daddy?~
Looking at the picture of his daughter, smiling and splayed out for the
photo, he wondered what she was getting at.  Chris was pretty sure his

daughter was going to continue teasing him but went along anyway.

   {I don't know, your clothes?}

   ~Nope, try again!~ Nicky played.

   {Don't be cruel to your dad sweetheart, what is it?  What's missing?}

   Chris waited a few extra painful seconds, which was probably exactly his
daughters intention.

   ~You...  on top of me...~

   He read those words ten times over before his phone buzzed again.

   ~With your big cock all the way inside me this time...~

   How was he supposed to answer that?  There were no abbreviations or
shorthand, no possible combination of words to say he wanted that more than
anything in the world.  The text from his daughter was so condemning, he
had to check to be sure his wife was still sleeping and not looking his way
- the coast was clear.  He hesitated, but eventually Chris's fingers moved
of their own volition,

   {So you think it can fit now, huh Nicky?  Should I I'll come tuck you in
and see?}

   ~Nope!~ Nicky replied.

   Her dad read the message with utter confusion; he'd thought things were
going so well!

   ~I'm not in my bed anymore daddy.~

   {Where are you then little one?}

   His heart was pumping so hard he thought it might give out.  His desire
for her was overwhelming.  A whole two minutes went by with no response
until Chris's anxiety was quelled by the buzzing of his phone once more.

   He read the words before opening the message.

   ~I lost my bottoms in the laundry daddy, can you come help me find
them?~

   As if his lust needed to be enraged any further, Chris opened his phone
to see a picture of his daughter knelt over and looking into the dryer in
the basement.  As he should have expected, she had nothing to cover the
tiny pink pussy he'd been so close to sliding all the way into earlier that
day.  Her little fingers were just peeking between her legs as if she was
accidentally caught touching herself.  He'd never grow tired of seeing his
baby's naked backside, and there was simply no choice but to go find her
and fill up that sweet little pussy that was beckoning him downstairs.

   She waited then, listening to the sounds of the house and feeling her
body sing with excitement inside and out.  It felt like hours until she
heard the padding of feet on the stairs to the basement.  Nicky prepared
herself for what might happen next, standing up and thrusting her backside
out so her father would get the best view when he walked into the laundry
room.

   Chris's mind went numb as he turned the final corner and saw her across
the room.  His feet had carried him to that spot, but his brain was still
upstairs coping with the photo his baby had sent him to bring him to her.

   Nicky had on only one of her over-sized tank tops, a blue-gray one that
didn't quite make it past the delectable arch of her back.  Just as he'd
seen in the picture, she was facing away from him with her palms on the low
surface of the dryer, presenting herself for his devouring eyes.

   That look...  the one she gave him over her shoulder when she knew he
had stopped at the door to take her in...  it drew Chris to his daughter
like an inescapable force of gravity.

   "Hi daddy..." she beckoned him quietly.

   "Hey there sweetheart," Chris replied as he approached his bottomless
little girl from behind.

   "Have you found what you were looking for yet?" Chris asked.

   Nicky didn't answer until she felt her dad's hands finally touch down on
her hips.

   "I did now..." she cooed.

   Chris leaned in and brought his lips tantalizingly close to curve of his
daughter's neck.  He took her in - her smell, the sound of her breathing,
and the sight of her whole body molding to his presence behind her.  His
fingers tightened around her waist as Nicky begged without saying a thing
for her dad to make a move.

   A few more seconds of agonizing silence passed and Nicky thought she was
going to have to turn around and throw herself at him when he finally
struck down.  His lips kissed her neck once gently, then again with more
meaning.  In seconds, she could feel his belabored breath on her; his mouth
was working wonders on the sensitive surface of her neck.  She craned it to
the side, rolling her head back as he worshipped her.

   Nicky's backside quickly did as it was getting so good at and rotated
around the unavoidable bulge in her father's shorts.  She wished he would
have just taken them off to begin with.  The lusting teenager settled for
the feeling of her father's palm working its way under her shirt and up
until it once again massaged her youthful breasts.

   He was more aggressive now than he had been before.  Perhaps it was the
fact that they'd been at this before or, more likely, it was because of the
relentless teasing his daughter had subjected him to that night, and many
weeks prior for that matter.

   "God daddy...  it's okay...  you don't have to go slow this time..." she
said adorably, while he pawed at her with the only intent of touching every
inch of her skin.

   "I know you want to fuck me...  I would have let you anytime tonight..."
his baby continued.  Chris was lost in the feeling of her.

   "...in the kitchen when I was helping mom cook...right on the dinner
table...unhhhhgod...I wanted you to fuck me silly dad.."

   Just as she'd hoped, Chris's hands left her body and when they returned
there was a new sensation between Nicky's legs, right on her quivering
mound.  She knew it wasn't her father's hands, for both of them were gently
grasping that irresistible waist of hers, testing whether his fingers could
touch around its tiny circumference.  It became clear to her that things
were progressing at a satisfying rate when her dad urged his hips forward
and his daughter could feel the tip of his cock tease her needy lips.

   "Nicky..." he spoke tenderly, "I'm not sure I can control myself around
you anymore."

   The swooning brunette rotated her hips to achieve the same effect of her
dad's penis between her legs.  They both tensed as it threatened entry.

   "I don't want you to..." said Nicky in reply.  "Please daddy...  I can't
take it anymore...  please put it in..."

   Those were words he thought he'd never hear, nor be so grateful to. 
Chris took a few seconds to mentally store the sound of his own daughter
begging him to fuck her, and then reached down between them to do so.

   Nicky felt her father direct his tip and rolled her hips to make it as
easy as possible.  When he was sure he could feel his head just where it
needed to be, Chris grabbed hold of his daughter's sides and pulled them
towards him.

   "Ohgoddaddy...ohshit..." She cried.  Her body winced and she had to
grasp quickly at the dryer in front of her to stay upright.

   Nicky's stubborn little pussy didn't give way to him easily.  On that
first push, it just barely allowed him an inch or two.  Once again, they
were at the same place they'd been hours ago in the department store
dressing room, incest in the balance as Chris's penis sought entry between
his daughter's tiny, strained lips.  Their eyes met as she looked over her
shoulder with a desperate glare that said 'you're not stopping this time.'

   He didn't dare.  Holding tight to his 18-year-old's waist, Chris made
another attempt into her snug entrance and felt her whole body react to the
next few inches of her father spreading her open.  Nicky cried out again in
overwhelming pleasure.

   He needn't have worried about lubrication, Nicky had been drenched since
before they even left for the store that morning.  She was so wet now that
she was practically dripping down his waiting shaft.  He didn't worry about
protection either, his baby had assured him she was on birth control, and
they were both more than happy to be feeling each other without a condom.
The few, awkward attempts she'd made at sex in the past had used one, and
Nicky was so grateful to be feeling her father unprotected inside her for
'kinda' their first time.

   "Fuck daddy, you're really big..." She panted, concentrating hard as she
tried to accommodate him.

   "You're doing really well sweetheart, but your pussy is very tight - try
to relax little one."

   "Okay daddy, I'll try...unnhhh," said his beautiful daughter as Chris
slowly urged yet another inch of his cock into her teenage pussy.  "God
it's...mnhuhhh...  so thick!"

   Knowing with every ounce of his being that Nicky's incredible warmth was
made just for him, Chris finished his thrust into her.  Like a Band-Aid, he
felt sure that doing so all at once would be better for his little girl in
the long run.

   "Daaaadddyyyyeeeeee..." his baby cried.  She lost her grip on the dryer
and was pushed into it, standing on her toes but unable to escape the
advance of her father's cock.  Chris was relieved they were all the way
downstairs then - it was almost impossible to hear his wife yelling to him
even in the kitchen when she was down here.

   Her vision blurred as her father filled her completely.  Nicky's body
could do nothing but allow him into her; she quaked and held her breath as
Chris sank into her entirely for the first time in both of their lives.  It
was simultaneously painful and utterly satisfying as Nicky felt her dad's
hips connect with her back side.

   He knew he couldn't move just yet; he would give his daughter as much
time as she needed now that he was buried inside her to the hilt - a
feeling he knew would be synonymous with his love for his young daughter
from that moment on.  He could feel Nicky writhe as the deep feelings of
passion caused him to flex his invading member within her.

   "That was mean dad..." said Nicky once she was finally able to speak. 
It was difficult enough to allow a few inches of her father inside her
young tunnel, and then all of the sudden she was taking the entire thing.

   "I'm sorry sweetie, but I think it's better we just got it over with..."
said Chris, petting her smooth sides lovingly.

   "You mean, your whole cock is inside me?" Nicky asked incredulously. 
She winced again when she tried to turn around and see.

   Chris looked down, not sure he believed it himself.  Sure enough, it
was. Her perfect little butt was nestled against him; he was in as far as
he could be without shoving against her rudely.

   "Yes baby, it's all the way in.  Are you feeling okay?"

   "Well..  for starters, your penis is freaking huge, so I'm
gonnahhhhh...mnphhhh...  need a few seconds," Nicky squealed as she came
back down from her toes and got a better hold on the dryer in front of her
after that surprise attack from her father.

   "But yes...  I'm okay.  It feels good dad it's just...  I'm not sure I
knew what it would be like to have you...  mnphhhh...  all the way in."

   While he let his daughter adjust, Chris's hands resumed pawing at the
curves of her incredible body.  They once again worked their way under
Nicky's loose-fitting top until they were palming her breasts and pinching
her nipples just the way she liked.  Chris had always known how to read his
daughter, and he knew then that she was ready to take another thrust.

   Still, his daughter whimpered as he withdrew from her young pussy. 
Chris watched her carefully as he pulled out to the very tip before pushing
right back where he'd came from.

   "Ohhhfuuuuck dad...  god it's big..." she breathed.

   He planted against Nicky's backside again before once more pulling out
of her.

   It was still a little painful, and Nicky was not sure she'd ever get
used to having her dad's big cock inside her, but feeling him fuck her for
real on that third stroke excited her greatly.

   "Daddy...  you're fucking me..." she said, trying to comprehend it
herself.

   "Yes baby, I am...  does it feel better now?"

   "Uh huh..." purred his little girl.

   Chris held her hips securely and began to establish a rhythm of urging
his cock in and out of his teenage daughter.  Each time he felt her soft
cheeks touch his pelvis, Chris was rewarded with another moan from Nicky.
It made him repeat the motion with increased fervor.  His head touched deep
within the pretty brunette somewhere nothing and nobody had ever reached
before, and despite a momentary experience of pain, she relished feeling
him that deep inside her.

   "nnnghhhGod daddy...  fuck me...  " she pleaded, "It's okay now...  if
you want to fuck me harder you can."

   Looking at the beautiful smile of permission on his baby's face, Chris
immediately thudded against her.  He felt her pussy enveloping him in
irreversible, beautiful incest.  Here was his own teenage daughter,
standing in front of the dryer that had spun her clothes for eighteen
years, taking her father's cock inside her as neither of them would have
ever thought possible.

   But feeling him now, Nicky didn't care how big he was or how long it was
going to be until her young quim truly adjusted to his size.  She loved the
way he pawed at her too, palming her breasts and gripping her at different
places as he fucked her.  Feeling Chris thud against her, the eager
brunette actually started leaning back into him, helping him get as deep as
he could with each thrust.

   "Does my pussy feel good daddy...uuuuuhhhHH...  does your cock feel good
inside your little girl?" she taunted.

   "God yes it does."

   Only Chris could watch and enjoy the sight of his shaft disappearing
into his daughter from behind.  As before, that unfortunate reality caused
Chris to reach for the phone he'd set on the washing machine as soon as
he'd walked in.  Nicky grinned and did her best to pose while Chris
directed the phone at their junction and took a picture.

   "Look sweetie, that's what daddy's cock looks like inside of you," he
said, leaning in and showing her the picture.

   Nicky looked at it hungrily, smiling and doing the work of moving her
hips back and forth on him herself.  It was only feeling good now, his big
cock filling her again and again as she worked herself onto him while he
stood behind her.  Looking down at the incredibly dirty picture that would
now be saved on his phone, Nicky badly wanted to watch his big penis going
inside her for herself.

   "Dad I wanna watch." Nicky said, sounding like the young girl he'd
raised asking to watch something on TV.  Of course, she didn't have him
lodged inside her from behind back then.  "Can we...mnghhh...  flip around
so I can see?"

   "Sure honey," Chris agreed while giving her a couple more strong thrusts
from behind.

   The feeling of cool air on his wetted shaft was regrettable as Chris
pulled out of his daughter, but it didn't last long.  Nicky's face turned
to a surprisingly lustful one as she looked her dad over, his erection
bobbing right at her.  She approached him slowly with striking desire in
her eyes and grazed his cock with her hand.  Chris lifted his arms over his
head when Nicky tugged at his shirt and then he helped her out of hers
gratefully seeing her entrancing, naked body once again.

   "Lay down daddy," Nicky ordered, motioning to the old, shag carpet that
covered the floor in the laundry room.  He and his wife had that thing in
their condo before Nicky was even born; Chris wondered what his former self
would have said if he was told that one day he'd have sex with her on it.

   He did as she asked and could only watch as she kneeled down, naked and
beautiful, plotting just how she was going to fuck him next.

   Nicky didn't sink down onto his cock right away, she crawled forward as
her dad waited and kissed him deeply.  She wiggled into place as their
tongues danced and Chris let her lead the entire way.  How wonderful it was
to see his teenager being assertive as he'd always taught her to be.

   He was also learning just how much his daughter loved to tease...

   Nicky slowly reached between them and took hold of him after they broke
up their hungry kisses.  Feeling how thick he was in her hand would always
amaze her, no matter what.

   "Awww daddy, you're still so big and hard...  do you want me to put it
back in me?" She asked seductively, wiggling his tip back and forth between
her slick little pussy lips.

   "I do Nicky...  don't torment me like that."

   "But daddy...  you're not supposed to put your big cock inside your
daughter...  do you reeeeally want to fuck me again?"

   "God yes, come on little one...ohhhh." Chris said, trying to lift his
hips and stop Nicky's games.

   She was quite enjoying herself, but Nicky wanted to have him back inside
her too.  When she couldn't stand the look of desperation on her dad's face
anymore, the naughty 18-year-old finally sat down on him all in one go.

   Nicky and her dad moaned in unison as they felt him fill her again.  For
both of them, there was truly nothing that could ever match the
extraordinary intimacy of that feeling and its entailed love.

   The pretty teenager felt an addiction to him developing in that very
moment as she lifted her tiny butt up and leaned in for a kiss.  Chris
obliged her and couldn't see it, but felt her sink down onto him again.  He
reached out and grasped that irresistible butt, pressing his fingers into
it vigorously.

   She lay on top of him, breasts spreading as they pressed against his
big, manly chest.  Nicky grinned as she and her dad helped each other urge
his cock in and out of her pussy repeatedly.

   "Oh god daddy...unhhhh...your cock feels good..." she cooed, loving how
he'd lift her backside with his strong hands each time she felt his head as
deep in her as it could go.

   It was like his daughter's slender hips were on a hinge, working up and
down on him while she laid her head on his shoulder and took him with pants
and moans.  He'd always known his baby was flexible from watching her do
workouts and practice her cheerleading routines in the backyard, but this
was definitely a whole new level.

   Love it as she did, Nicky got a taste of her father's pelvis bumping
against her sensitive clit and she wanted more.  She surprised her father
by pushing up off him and sitting down on to his cock with her full weight.

   "Baby...ohhhfuuuuck that's tight," Chris groaned.  A triumphant grin
painted across his daughter's face.  She rewarded him by gently rocking her
hips on him without lifting an inch.

   "Ouuuuh..." she cooed, feeling her clit mash against him, "daddy I might
cum already!"

   "Go ahead sweetie," he allowed, wincing as she rocked on him again. 
"Can't you move those hips any faster my little 'fit girl'?" he continued,
taunting her with a moniker he'd heard her use a few times before..

   Nicky's mouth opened in contempt, still rocking on him slowly as she
glared down, thinking about whether she'd humor his challenge.  The answer
came automatically to her; she already knew she badly wanted to cum on him
and her tingling clit was begging to get more attention from her motions.

   The palms of his naked daughter came down on Chris's chest, intertwining
with the wiry hair that speckled his chest.  Her tits squeezed together,
looking incredible as she braced herself.  One gyration at a time, Nicky
increased the range of her hips, keeping her dad's penis lodged inside her
the whole time.

   "Like this daddy?" Nicky queried.

   "Uh huh...mngh..." Chris answered, trying to sound like he wasn't
enjoying it as much as he was, "but you can do better than that I think
baby."

   God he was making her so freaking horny, thought Nicky as she writhed
back and forth with his massive pole buried in her pussy.  The spunky
brunette was finding that she liked being teased almost as much as she
liked being a tease!

   She rotated her hips even more, and this time Chris couldn't help
groaning aloud.

   "That's a good girl sweetie...  mnghh...just like that." Chris
encouraged her.

   His daughter simply looked too damn sexy moving her hips like that on
top of him.  His hands had crawled up Nicky's abdomen and were massaging
around her teenage breasts and midsection while she tried to show him just
how good she could be.  After a few more strokes, the young beauty seemed
to be losing herself in the intensity of their incestuous fucking.

   He couldn't help himself...  Chris reached for his phone on the carpet
next to him - he'd placed it there knowing he might still need it - and
pointed the camera up at his daughter.  Lying back, he centered Nicky in
the frame and snapped a picture of her with her eyes closed, concentrating
intently on the feeling between her legs and nothing else.  At the bottom
of the frame he had clearly captured himself buried inside her and looked
forward to having such a remarkable thing captured for his later view.  But
for now, he held on tight to the real thing.

   Nicky heard the 'click' her dad's camera made and was delighted to have
modeled for him without even knowing it.  Seeing the satisfied grin on her
daddy's face, Nicky felt a warmth within her that she wasn't quite ready
for.

   Chris watched his daughter's face turn from smile to utter concern as
her hips flexed and the sensation that had been building in her clit and
the walls that were clamped around her daddy's cock made its final ascent.

   "Oh fuck dad...  ohmygod...daddy...  unhhh.." she panted, moving as best
as she could and feeling her father's hands fall to her hips to help her.

   When her body finally tensed entirely, Chris was left to urge their hips
together, wanting to see her cum as hard as humanly possible.

   Nicky arched her back and howled into the room above them as she came
for the first time with her father inside her.

   Her orgasm wracked her more than either of them could have thought
possible.  Chris could feel his baby's entire body quake repeatedly as
waves of pleasure overtook her again and again.  Her youthful breasts shook
and her pussy clenched so hard it approached discomfort to her father's
immersed member.

   Chris had thought he'd seen it all, seen his daughter at her most
beautiful many times over until that moment.  But just then, as his baby
climaxed with reckless abandon, her father knew this was it.  He'd never
love and adore someone so much again.  He was ruined for all but the
beautiful girl he'd brought into this world, the same girl who now felt
she'd been taken out of it as her whole body screamed with orgasmic bliss.

   Neither of them could have said how long that fit of shaking and gasping
and wonderful cumming lasted.  Chris could certainly feel the way her
quivering tunnel had seeped out an impressive amount of wetness that was
coating her and him inside and out.  He could feel her insides gently
relenting their rhythmic coaxing of his shaft, and Nicky was utterly
grateful when she could finally take her first deep breath of air and look
down at her father.

   Nicky actually looked a little embarrassed as she smiled shyly down at
her dad.  Vulnerability wasn't always her strong suit, especially not with
her dad who she'd always seen as so strong and stable throughout her life.
Here she was, perched on top of him, just coming back to life after an
orgasm that did things to her she couldn't have hoped to control.  As if
proving her sentiments, Nicky actually collapsed forward into her father's
waiting arms.

   "Dad..." Nicky mewled as she lay against him.

   "Yes honey..."

   "Don't tell anyone I look like that when I'm cumming, okay?"

   Nicky could feel her dad actually shaking them both with laughter.  She
joined him, giggling between attempts to fully regain her breath, made more
difficult by the fact that their shuddering bodies were reminding her that
she still had his hard cock buried inside her pussy.  Chris felt it too but
was distracted by his admiration of her.  The fact that his daughter could
make him laugh so hard in the middle of the most unbelievable, forbidden
sex he could ever hope to have in his entire life, was a reality that
convinced Chris that he would dedicate his life to Nicky no matter what it
meant.  His daughter too wondered what the hell she was going to do given
that she was now positive no man could ever match her father in any way.

   "Have I told you I love you today Nicky?" Chris asked when he finally
stopped laughing.  He could feel his daughter's smile form against his
chest.  She lifted her head to look up at him again.

   "Yes daddy, but tell me again."

   Chris looked back down at her and found those endlessly deep green eyes,
"I love you baby...more than you could know."

   She just grinned back at him, knowing beyond a doubt that he meant every
syllable.  When she'd basked in his loving gaze for long enough, Nicky
spoke up.

   "Please tell me you're not planning on being done with me yet daddy. 
I'm not letting you go until you cum."

   She hadn't technically let him go at all yet either.  Neither of them
could exactly ignore the fact that Nicky's quim still fatefully held her
dad's erection within.

   Chris would never get used to hearing his daughter talk like that, but
that was fine with him, because it made him want her so badly he swelled
within her.

   "Nope, we don't need to be done yet sweetheart." He said meaningfully.
Nicky looked pleased

   "Good," she said, suddenly looking a little shy as she sat up on him,
"because I want you to do something else for me too..."

   Chris's eyes narrowed, wondering what that could be.  "First...  will
you fuck me on the washing machine...  with it on?"

   Chris laughed yet again.

   "What?!" Nicky defended, "I saw it on TV once and I read that it's
really awesome.  Please daddy?"

   Her father surprised her by sitting up quickly and wrapping an arm
around her.  Nicky moaned as his cock moved around within her while he
picked them both up impressively and maneuvered over until Nicky felt cold
metal against her toned little ass.  She was grinning proudly the entire
time - her father was spoiling her again and again.

   Chris reached behind them, seeing some towels and other things through
the clear window of the washer.  He once again faced his daughter as she
felt the machine click on below her and water begin to flow into the basin.
Nicky instinctively brought her hands into her dad's hair the way he loved
and pulled him to her to kiss again.  He'd never get tired of anything they
did together, but the way she kissed him might have been Chris's favorite.
Just feeling those soft, youthful lips and the way she would eagerly move
her head this way and that reminded him of the days when he was a teenager
just like her.  Even better was the purrs into his ear she paid him with as
he kissed her neck.

   "So...  what else sweetie?" Chris asked, watching his teen's mouth open
gently when he gave her just a short, slow poke.

   "What do you...nghhh...  mean dad?" She asked innocently.

   "You said 'first...' earlier," he quoted, awarding yet another, longer
stroke.  'Was there something else you wanted sweetheart?"

   "Uh huh..." Nicky cooed, looking at him again.  Here was that shyness
he'd seen earlier.  Chris felt her heels on his backside as she helped him
fuck her.

   "What is it baby?" Chris asked her, "...you know I can't ever tell you
no."

   Nicky looked like she needed a few more thrusts to gain her courage, so
Chris gave them to her, looking down at their incestuous junction as he did
before watching her eyes again in wait for her request.  'Uh oh,' Chris
thought, seeing those huge puppy-dogs he always knew preceded something she
wasn't sure he'd grant her.

   She kissed his lips...

   Then his cheek...

   And finally his ear, pausing there to whisper...

   "I want you to cum in my pussy daddy..."

   His eyes widened, and it felt as if his heart stopped too.  As if
fucking his own daughter wasn't enough, watching her orgasm on the floor of
their laundry room wasn't enough, and doing so without a condom wasn't
either, now his baby wanted him to conclude the whole act with something
that he couldn't even begin to comprehend!  Yet, it wasn't even a question
for him...

   "Are you sure?" he asked her, continuing to slide his cock in and out of
Nicky's pussy.

   With a needy look and biting her lip, Nicky nodded slowly.

   That was all he needed.  Both of them beamed as Chris reached down and
took hold of his daughter's tiny waist.

   "Go ahead daddy...unhhh...fuck me however you want to..."

   That's exactly what her father did.  He squeezed her sides tight and
urged his cock into her fully just as the washing machine started spinning.
Nicky's eyes widened as the sudden motion of the machine joined the amazing
fulfillment of her dad fucking her in earnest.

   "Oh God Nicky...fuckyoufeelsogood..." Chris breathed.

   They both looked at each other deeply as Chris's hips thudded against
his daughter's spread legs and pussy.  The machine was picking up speed and
Nicky could feel it vibrating her whole body, adding to the buzz that had
been there since her dad had first sunk all the way in.

   "Fuck me daddy...  fuck your little girl..." Nicky encouraged him.

   Chris thrust into her hard enough to shake her, to see those beautiful
breasts shudder and watch her mouth open in pleasure as he impaled her
deeply.  God it felt like she was going to cum already.  Everything she'd
read in one of those silly magazines was actually true, the washing machine
was such an amazing addition to sex...  if only the writers knew how much
better it was to be fucked by their own daddies at the same time!

   While he could still think clearly, Chris reached down and lifted the
adorable jewel in the middle of his daughter's tummy.  She watched him
admire it, smiling as best she could while feeling him bury inside her
pussy repeatedly.  Someday, he thought he'd put a nice rope of white spunk
right across that memorable little piece of jewelry.  Not today though...
as Chris caught his teenage daughter smiling, he let go of the jewel, along
with any reservations he had about how this encounter with Nicky was going
to end.

   "Ohgodd...you're gonna make me cum again daddy..." Nicky cried.

   He was determined to be more relentless than the machine that was now
vibrating him and his little girl closer and closer to an impending peak.
Chris gripped his daughter's hips and wrapped his fingers around until they
pressed into the tops of her ample cheeks.

   "Are you gonna cum too?" Nicky asked, moaning again and trying to
breathe, "Are you...mnhhh...  inside me daddy?"

   "Yes baby..." Chris replied, loving her endlessly with his heart and his
thrusts, "I'm about to...mphhh...  your pussy is so tight honey..."

   "Fuck-I'm-close dad..." she panted, receiving another thrust and urging
him to continue with the legs she'd wrapped around him.

   "So bad...unhhh...my daddy's sperm in me..." Nicky coaxed.

   Chris got one last look at her...  his beautiful daughter...  whom he
loved more than anything in this world...  He watched her arch her back,
squint her eyes, and implore him not to stop until he'd finished them both
off completely.

   Nicky toppled first, throwing her head back as her dad thudded against
her over and over, seeking his own orgasm.

   He watched her eyes close and heard that wonderful sound of his daughter
climaxing on the very cock that had made her.  He watched her lose her
wits, reach out for him and clamor desperately to be held while she came.
Chris didn't dare stop his hips thrusting in and out of her, for each
movement sent his daughter deeper into whatever orgasmic bliss was
consuming her.

   He didn't have a chance of holding out.  Chris wanted to keep feeling
his cock slide into his baby until the end of the world, but he was no
match for that beautiful, teenage girl.  Her pussy begged him with
quivering pressure to join his daughter in the pleasure of climax.

   Chris submitted to her.

   Just as Nicky was starting to see the light, to feel her body releasing
its overwhelming grip on her reality, she felt it for the first time and
knew what was happening immediately.

   Deep inside her, as deep as he could be, Nicky felt her father spurt the
first of his orgasm into her womb.  It was so warm and wonderful it stunned
her into still more pleasure.

   Chris flexed into his baby, feeling his whole body throb another copious
ribbon of sperm into Nicky's pussy.

   "Daddyyeee...  I can feel you cumming!!" She sobbed.

   It was the most incredible sensation of his life.  Nothing could be more
rewarding, more forbidden or more perfect than spurting into his daughter a
third time, a fourth...  Chris lost count.

   Nicky could feel every inch of her pussy painted with his life-giving
semen.  As her body quaked splendidly, the beloved teen wondered nervously
if her birth control would be enough to protect her from the copious amount
of spunk.

   He couldn't take it anymore.  Chris fumbled, eyes closed, for the button
to stop the washing machine.  His daughter's shuddering, tight quim was
enough to weaken his knees; he wanted to feel only that as his cock emitted
a few more stubborn ropes of cum.

   They looked at each other when they were able, feeling Chris's penis
throb inside her and pressing their foreheads together to support each
other.

   That moment stuck in Nicky's mind for a long while.  She could tell her
dad was still taken aback by the orgasm she could, quite literally, feel
seeking every possible void inside her while he remained buried there.  The
well fucked teenager was eternally grateful he'd given her exactly what she
wanted by agreeing to cum inside her.  She couldn't imagine a more
wonderful feeling.

   "Are you sure you're done cumming daddy?" she asked quietly, angling her
eyes up to him while their foreheads were still pressed together.  She saw
him smile and shake his head.

   "Good, because I don't think I could take anymore daddy - you came so
much in me.  I can feel it...like...everywhere!"

   God that was dumbfounding to hear, thought her father.  He loved her so
freaking much for it too.

   "Well you made me!" Chris complained.

   "I made you, huh?" Nicky asked, toying with him, "did I MAKE you come
down here and put that big cock of yours inside me when I was just looking
for my panties?"

   Chris chuckled breathily.  They both winced a little, feeling his cock
shift inside her.

   "Did I MAKE you take my clothes off today in the dressing room?  Did I
MAKE you..."

   Chris silenced her with a push of his hips against her, though there was
very little place he could go.

   "DAAAAD!" She whined, "Don't, I'm sensitive!"

   He backed off a little making a mocking puppy-dog face of his own in
return.

   Then a quiet moment found them looking at each other in wonder and
admiration.  They shared it wordlessly, eyes searching each other for some
kind of explanation for how much passion they felt.

   Nicky's eyes narrowed, almost tearing up.  She couldn't help herself
telling him: "I love you so much daddy...I really do."

   "God sweetie, I do too." Chris praised her, petting her hair and taking
her head against his shoulder, "you have always been the most wonderful
daughter."

   They held each other for a moment before Nicky backed off and looked
down between them.  He could see she was ready for him to pull out of her.

   She whimpered the whole way, and Chris's body tensed as well as his
sensitive tip pulled from her inch by inch.  When his head finally emerged
from his teenager's pussy, Nicky gasped to see it.

   Slowly attempting to return to its original, tiny size, Nicky's pussy
squeezed out a shocking amount of white, gleaming sperm...  her daddy's
sperm.  It flowed down onto her father's head as he held it below Nicky's
entrance.  The look of astonishment and delight on his daughter's face was
absolutely amazing to behold.

   "Ohmygod...  I was right daddy...  Jesus..." Nicky admired, "look how
much you came!"

   Chris shook his head and smiled at her.  It did look like quite a lot,
he thought, but who would blame him given who he'd pumped it into?!

   Chris and his daughter stared down at the mess they had made together
when Nicky surprised him yet again by reaching her hand down between them
and grabbing her dad's softening cock.  She brought his head closer to her
young entrance, scooping some of the semen that had flowed out of her and
pressed it back into her pussy.  It was not even close to successful, but
Chris got her intent as she slowly stroked him once, pleased to see just a
little more cum squeeze from his tip.

   "Well..." spoke his devious little girl, "now I know how you and mom got
pregnant so early..."

   Chris laughed.  What a ridiculous thing to hear from his own daughter.
The fact that she seemed so appreciative of the forbidden mess of his cum
that was coating her 18-year-old pussy was equally incredible to him. 
Given how much she seemed to like it, Chris planned to reward her many
times over in the future.

   Seeing her like that, Chris decided that the best thing to do in that
moment was to end their encounter just the way it had begun.  Nicky whined
when he left her sitting on the washing machine alone but her confusion
quickly turned to a mischievous grin as she saw her dad pick up his phone
off the carpet.

   She put on that big wide-eyed, puppy-dog look with the adorable lip-bite
that would never cease to melt him and posed herself perfectly to display
the mess of a daughter he'd just fucked so thoroughly.  Chris took a couple
shots, not wanting to risk missing that inconceivable sight.  There was
certainly no chance of missing the warm, white spunk that was slowly
escaping her freshly-filled young pussy.  Chris figured he might look back
at that picture many times after that.  As long as he lived he would never
be able to get enough of his perfect little daughter.

   Nicky must have seen that absolute adoring love in his eyes, a feeling
that bordered on obsession, because she filled the silence after the
camera's click.

   "I'm yours now daddy, you know that right?" She asked, sounding nervous,
wanting him to feel as she did.

   "I'm glad to hear that sweetie," Chris replied, hesitating just a second
to see that adorable hope in her eyes, "because I'll never love someone as
much as I do you.  This is 'it' for me."

   She swooned and reached out for him tenderly before they joined in a
beautiful, passionate kiss.  Nicky's legs wrapped around her dad and they
both felt the sticky mess between them but cared not a bit.

   He carried her to that pivotal spot on the old carpet where they'd made
love to each other minutes, or was it hours ago, and they dozed off
together with Nicky in her father's arms.  It was the most peaceful,
wonderful night either of them ever had, and they'd share it many times
again, if fate would allow it.

   They were woken to the sound of her mother calling Chris's name the next
morning.  Nicky looked worried but her father told her to simply put on her
shirt while he went upstairs to greet her and wait for him to 'yawn loudly'
as a signal that the coast was clear.

   Chris donned some shorts from the laundry and was pulling a shirt over
his head when he met his wife in the kitchen and made an excuse about
accidentally falling asleep downstairs - something he did often.  She
accepted it without a word.

   Chris watched his daughter slowly peek out of the basement door after he
yawned as promised.  With her mother's back was turned, Nicky met her
father's eyes for an instant and then slinked upstairs unseen.

   As he watched her go, remembering his night with the beautiful little
brunette lovingly, Chris was positive his life had changed forever, and he
knew he would do whatever it took to be the father Nicky and he both wanted
him to be.  It might be tough, but he was up to the task.  When she turned
up the stairs and sent him one last meaningful smile, Chris was already
planning the next time the two of them could be together.  Nicky had
already imagined a few scenarios by the time she reached her room.  It was
probably fortunate her dad was the more reasonable between the two of them,
she thought, because Nicky would let him have her whenever he wanted from
that moment on.




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