Feeling My Daughter: Part One

*I’m kind of a big fan of incest! I think it might be from having no siblings of my own. If you aren’t interested, turn back now! 🙂
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If there is one thing a sixteen year old girl never wants to happen is for her daddy to catch her naked somehow. I found that out the hard way. Molly obviously thought she was home by herself. She had no idea that I was down in my basement office catching up on some lost work. I needed a break and headed upstairs to the kitchen to grab a drink and a lite snack before dinner. When I entered, there was my daughter Molly, totally naked, closing the refrigerator door. I was in shock and did nothing but stare. Molly, however, was in more shock than I was as she froze into place and dropped the full pitcher of iced tea on the floor. There she just stood, her bare feet mixing with the puddle of tea.

Surprising each other was the reason I could do nothing but stare. I know she was more surprised than I was though. Once she realized what had actually happened, Molly went running to her room. And what kind of father was I to just stand there watching her nakedness run out of the room? A curious one I realized.

My daughter, I had to admit, was growing into a very lovely young woman. It was the first time I had ever seen a sixteen year old girl naked and I could not get the picture of seeing Molly out of my head. My daughter’s body was beautifully pale, just a hint of sun touched it. She had the prettiest set of breasts. They were small and perky; their flawlessly round shape a perfect handful and her nipples were the nicest shade of soft pink accentuated by the paleness that surrounded them.

However, the bare spot between her legs was more intriguing. The crease that formed there was perfectly vertical and the pale hue of Molly’s skin set it off beautifully. The smoothness around it looked so natural, as if no hair ever grew around it. It seemed to have no signs of ever being touched. With no pubes gracing it, its puffy plumpness showed splendidly as Molly stood there in total disbelief.

I went back down to my basement office, taking my snack and drink with me, and still, I could not shake the picture of Molly in my head. My sixteen year old daughter was absolutely lovely. Her body so slender and so beautifully pale. There was not a flaw on her young body. Nothing at all wrong with her. Molly was just as perfect as any ever made. I did good when I made her with her momma.

Still, I could not shake the feeling I was beginning to have towards my daughter.

Meanwhile, Molly felt herself shaking under the covers of her bed. She had scrunched up into a ball as the shock of her daddy seeing her naked sixteen year old body took hold of her. It was the first time that any guy had ever seen her naked. Not even the guy she had been recently seeing ever got a glimpse of her naturalness, so her daddy being the first one really unnerved her. The tears soaked her pillow as her body continued to shake in the aftermath of her daddy catching her at the refrigerator without a stitch on her body. “What had she been thinking!” was the silent thought she had to herself. Molly had wanted to be comfortable after a long day of classes at the high school and being nude made her comfortable. She never banked on someone being home. Especially her daddy.

Finally, Molly’s shaking had subsided and she uncurled her body and slung the covers off of her still nude body. She got up and walked over to her dresser and looked at her reflection. As she stared at her nakedness looking back at her, she began to smile. Molly knew she was beautiful. At least she thought that to herself. But another thought came to her as well. A thought she knew that she should not have been having, but could not help to feel. Molly wondered what her daddy had thought of her body. Now that the shaking and the shock of having him find her naked in the kitchen had surpassed, Molly felt her body getting warm at the thought. Did her daddy really like what he saw? There was only one way for Molly to find out.

Molly slipped on one of her many night shirts she always slept in, but nothing else. She felt its soft fabric rub against her soft naked skin, her small nipples reacting in puckering and extending outward as the stimulation of the night shirt’s slight roughness slid over them. Then she felt the tail fall over her round bare ass and touch the backside of her legs at the bend of her knees.