Carrying Daddy’s babies

My life was as normal as any other classic teenage girls.

Straight A’s in class.

A cute boyfriend.

Lots of friends.

Cheerleading for the school.

And a shit ton of parties.

I was, not to be cocky, one of the prettiest girls in my grade. With sleek blonde hair, blue eyes, slim waste, an ass boys and men drooled over, and tits that spilled from the 36D pink lace bra I had bought on a shopping trip with my girlfriends.

I got most of my looks from my mother. Who, curse the heavens and hope she goes to hell, abandoned me, my older sister, and father when I was 9 and my older sister 11. Some rich mother-fucker wooed her into his bed and she took off. We still got to see her occasionally but visits started becoming less as the years went by. My father, a handsome man, about 6’4″, brown hair, sunkissed skin, a great bod, and soft green eyes, had suffered a lot from the separation. Having to provide for two girls right as they got into their teens took a lot out on him. My older sister was rebellious most of her Teen years living with us, often wearing super revealing clothes and flipping my father off whenever he said anything about her constantly partying and drinking while well under the age. I knew my dad loved her but when she moved out a huge weight seemed to be slowly lifting off him. Especially once I began to prove over and over again what a good daughter I was.

Our home life together was simple. Due to my older sister he was a lot more lax with clothing so often times I would just jump out of bed, throw a robe on over my undergarments, head downstairs, and make us breakfast in the mornings. He’d join me once he finished his morning workout routines. That was one of my favorite times with my father.

My girlfriends hadn’t been subtle about how hot my father was. When we had started highschool I had had a slumber party and in the midst of all the fun all of them had started talking about how hot it would be to sleep with him. They all wondered what his hands around their waists would feel, and how being picked up by him would be like.

From then on I viewed my father differently. So when he came into the house from the garage and his workouts, I couldn’t help but oogle him like a bitch in heat.

Privately I’d masturbated to the thought of him shoving himself inside me too many times to count. Cumming to the thought of him filling me full. I’d delved into daddy daughter porn and had several of my favorite videos downloaded on my laptop. Ready for when I had enough privacy to pull out my well loved vibe and dildo. Recently several members of sites I haunted had encouraged me to start wearing lingerie under my bathrobes, even going as far as to let the robes slip up once and awhile while around him. This had encouraged me to start wearing shorter and shorter shorts, and deep and deeper plunge-lines around home.

I still remember the first time he commented on my diminishing modesty.

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Dad cleared his throat right as I was about to walk out the door on my way to school. I’d been wearing booty shorts from my last mall trip, and a tank that was just short enough my smooth belly would peak out under a sheer crop top long sleeve piece.

“Honey, should you really be wearing that to school?” I glance over at him and saw his eyes rove my body.

Smiling I jutted my hip out and put my hand on it. “Why not daddy? My girlfriends wear stuff like this every day. The teachers don’t mind. Plus its really hot outside lately.”

I could see him have a mental battle with himself as his eyes landed on the fully exposed plunge of the tank. Paired with my white pushup bra, it made my cleavage stand out prominently. Still smiling I glanced down at his lap where I could see a tent forming inside his sports shorts.

A good minute had passed of him just staring when I cleared my throat. His eyes shot up to my face finally and I quirked my eyebrow at him.

“Sorry honey. Of course, go ahead and go or your going to be late for the bus.” He mumbled out quickly. Avoiding his eyes and trying to casually shift so the tent in his pants was hidden from me.

“Alright daddy. I’ll see you after school!” I blew him a kiss and left the house grinning.

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From then on he stopped commenting on my attire.