My Curious Daughter

My Curious Daughter

My little girl was growing up. For some time now I knew she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She had begun to grow a sexy pair of breasts that, while still relatively small, were a beautiful shape and easy on the eye. Her legs were long and shapely, and she had begun to gain the curves that all sexy women have. She had begun to wear more adult styles of clothing, too, and I’m sure many of the boys at her school noticed. Every day she was looking more and more like her mother looked when we had first met so many years ago.

I knew I shouldn’t have enjoyed looking at my daughter the way I had begun to. Hell, I shouldn’t even be looking at any girl her age the way I look at her! But, I just couldn’t help myself. What she set off inside of me was a passion I had not felt in some time, and while I knew I should have quashed it, I just simply didn’t want to. In fact, I indulged it.

Lately I had begun to watch my daughter more and more around the house. I let her go shopping with her friends, who only encouraged her to buy sexier clothes. I loved watching her bounce around the house wearing short shorts or skirts, tight little tank tops, or barely there bikinis around the pool. But my favourite was definitely her thin nighties. They revealed just enough to make a man lust after her, but hid just enough to tease and tantalise.

I had begun to take a few risks, too. As much as I enjoyed seeing her around the house in her sexy clothes, I realised I needed to see more. It began with a glance in her bedroom one day when the door was ajar and she was getting changed. I caught sight of her creamy, perky breasts and rosy pink nipples briefly before she slipped on a top. Before I knew it, I was finding myself outside her bedroom or the bathroom more and more often, and I would linger for longer too. I loved watching her in the shower, the water cascading over her supple, young body. The sexy way in which she moved while sliding clothes on or off her body when getting changed was a sight to behold.

All this watching was one thing, though, but I never had the thought of doing anything more than that. Well, not originally, anyway. It all changed one night, though. It was a combination of things- the timing of it, the situation, my body’s lust, and my innocent daughter’s curiosity. I know that I shouldn’t have done anything, that I should have put a stop to it before anything serious happened, but I simply gave in to my lustful urges.

It was a night like many others- my daughter and I were home alone, my wife was working a night shift at the hospital she worked at. The two of us ate dinner and watched some TV, and I stole glances at my daughter from time to time sprawled out on the couch next to me. Eventually I decided to go to bed but she decided to stay up til the end of the show. I read a book for a bit in bed, before there was a soft knocking at the door.

“Yes sweetie?” I asked, knowing it was her coming to say goodnight. She entered my room, came over to the bed and lay down next to me. I put the book on the bedside table and helped her snuggle under the covers. We had always been close, and it wasn’t unusual for her to still cuddle with her Mom or me.

She had already changed into one of her nighties that I enjoyed so much, and I could see it rode up her thighs a little as she nestled into my bed. I swear I could almost see her sexy young ass poke out the bottom before I covered her up with my blankets. My daughter lay on her side with her back to me, wriggling backwards until our bodies touched and I wrapped an arm around her belly, hugging her tightly.

“Mmm, Daddy, you give the best goodnight cuddles!” She said to me, wriggling a little bit more in our embrace. I should have been more careful, but I wasn’t. Because of all her moving about, her young ass was rubbing on my crotch. I couldn’t help it- she was such a beautiful girl, wearing such a sexy nightie.