I stood in front of the mirror, heart beating fast. I had just finished showering. My hair was still wet. I wore my smallest white tank top with no bra and tiny pink shorts that barely covered my ass. My nipples showed clearly through the thin wet fabric. I looked at myself and felt nervous but excited.
Am I really going to do this?
My dad had been sad and lonely since mom left us two years ago. He barely smiled anymore. I hated seeing him like that. I told myself I was doing this to help him feel alive again. But deep down, I knew part of me wanted something more. Something wrong. Something secret.
I took a deep breath and walked downstairs.
Dad was sitting on the couch watching TV. When I came down, his eyes went straight to my body. He tried to look away but couldn’t. I walked over and sat on his lap like I did when I was a little girl. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my chest against him.
“Daddy,” I said softly, “can we please go to the lake cabin this summer? Just you and me?”
He looked surprised. “The lake? I don’t know, sweetie…”
I pouted and moved my hips a little on his lap. “Please? There’s music and dancing at the clubhouse. It will be fun for both of us. You can meet new people too.”
I could feel his body getting warm under me. His hand rested on my lower back. I shifted again so my hard nipples brushed his chest.
After a long pause he sighed. “Okay, baby. We’ll go.”
I hugged him tight and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Daddy. You’re the best.”
That night I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept thinking about the trip and what might happen.
The next morning I woke up early. I put on a long white t-shirt with nothing underneath except red panties. The shirt was old and thin. I made breakfast — eggs, bacon, and pancakes.
Dad came into the kitchen. His eyes moved up and down my body. The shirt was short, and when I reached for things, it rode up and showed my panties.
“Good morning, Daddy,” I said sweetly, bending over slowly to get something from the bottom cabinet. I stayed bent for a few seconds, knowing he could see everything.
When I turned around, his face was red. “You look… different lately,” he said quietly.
I smiled. “I’m nineteen now, Daddy. I’m not a little girl anymore.”
We ate breakfast and talked about the trip. I told him I wanted long walks, swimming, and massages from him like he used to give me. He kept looking at my chest. My nipples were hard from the cold morning air.
On purpose, I dropped my fork. I bent down slowly again, ass up. I looked back at him. His eyes were locked on me.
“See something you like?” I asked with a small laugh.
He cleared his throat. “You’ve grown into a very beautiful woman.”
His words made me wet between my legs.
The long drive to the lake was nice. We talked more than we had in years. I told him stories about college — parties, dating, and even some sex stories. At first he looked shocked, but then he started laughing and telling me his own old stories.
“You know, most young guys don’t know how to please a woman,” he said. “They rush everything.”
I looked at him. “Then teach me what a real man does, Daddy.”
The air in the car felt heavy after I said that.
When we reached the cabin, it was beautiful. Trees all around, a private dock on the lake, and only one big bed inside. My heart beat faster when I saw the bed.
The first two days we did normal things — hiking, swimming, cooking together. But every night the tension grew.
I wore less and less clothes. I walked around in just a tank top and panties. I asked him for back massages every evening. His hands would slide lower and lower on my body. I pretended not to notice when his fingers brushed the side of my breasts or the curve of my ass.
On the third night, things finally changed.
We had drunk some wine by the fire outside. We went inside feeling warm and relaxed. I changed into my tiny tank top and lace panties. When Dad came out of the bathroom, I was already under the blanket.
“The couch is too small,” I said. “Just sleep in the bed with me, Daddy. It’s cold.”
He hesitated but finally got in. I waited a few minutes, then moved back until my ass pressed against him. I felt his cock. It was getting hard.
I moved my hips slowly, rubbing against him.
“Baby…” he whispered, voice rough.
His hand moved to my waist, then slid down to my ass. He squeezed it gently. I moaned softly.
I turned to face him. Our eyes met in the dark. Before I could think, he kissed me. His lips were warm and strong. I kissed him back. His tongue entered my mouth and I felt electricity through my whole body.
His hand moved between my legs. He touched my panties and found them soaked.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed.
He pulled my panties to the side and touched my bare pussy. His fingers were thick and gentle. He rubbed my clit in slow circles. I gasped and held onto his shoulders.
“Daddy… that feels so good.”
He kissed my neck, then pulled my tank top up and sucked on my nipples. I moaned louder. No boy had ever made me feel like this.
He moved down my body and took off my panties. Then he put his mouth on me. His tongue licked me slowly, tasting every part. When he sucked my clit, I almost screamed. He pushed two fingers inside me while licking. I came hard within minutes, shaking and calling his name.
“Oh Daddy! I’m cumming!”
He didn’t stop. He kept licking until I came a second time.
After that I couldn’t wait anymore.
“I need you inside me,” I begged.
He took off his clothes. His cock was big and thick. He rubbed it against my wet pussy, teasing me.
“Tell Daddy what you want,” he said.
“Please fuck me, Daddy. I want your cock deep inside me.”
He pushed in slowly. I felt every inch stretching me. It hurt a little but felt so good. When he was all the way in, we both moaned.
He started moving — slow deep thrusts at first, then harder. The sound of our bodies hitting together filled the cabin. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy!”
He fucked me like a man who had been hungry for years. He held my hips and pounded into me. I came again, screaming. My pussy squeezed his cock tight.
“I’m going to cum inside you,” he groaned.
“Yes, Daddy! Fill me up!”
He pushed deep and came hard. I felt his hot cum shooting inside me. It felt so wrong and so perfect at the same time.
We lay together after, breathing hard. His cum leaked out of me onto the sheets.
The rest of the week was pure pleasure.
Every morning I woke him up with my mouth on his cock. He taught me how to suck him deep. In the afternoon we fucked on the dock in the sun. At night he took me in every position — from behind while I held the bed, on top while I rode him, against the wall.
He was gentle but also rough when I asked. He spanked me, pulled my hair, and talked dirty.
“You’re Daddy’s little slut now,” he would whisper while fucking me.
I loved it.
We stopped pretending. I walked around naked. He touched me whenever he wanted. We had sex in the lake, in the shower, on the kitchen table.
On the last night, we made love slowly. He looked into my eyes the whole time.
“I love you, baby girl,” he said as he came inside me again.
“I love you too, Daddy. This is our secret forever.”
When we drove home, everything had changed. We were closer than ever, but in a new, forbidden way. I knew we would do this again. The lake had awakened something we couldn’t put back to sleep.
I rested my hand on his thigh the whole drive, already thinking about the next time we could be alone.