My Daughter’s Incest Club

My Daughter’s Incest Club


I had not realized how much my baby girl had grown up over the years when all of a sudden I got hit with reality.

As Candy approached her fifteenth birthday she coerced me into letting her throw an entire weekend sleepover party for five of her girlfriends. Candy knew that it was the same weekend that her mother had to be out of town on business. My wife was going across the country to attend a two-week seminar for her company. However Candy begged and pleaded so what could I do but give in. She could always get me to give in. I think it is something that her mother taught her.

The Sunday morning before her seminar we drove my wife to the airport so that she could get out there for her big meeting. As soon as she was checked in through security there was nothing left for us to do so we left. On the way to the car Candy said that I needed to take her shopping for her birthday gift. I explained that I already had something in mind for her gift. Then I got ‘the look’ that said that I wouldn’t get what she wanted in a million years so I took her to the mall.

Candy made a point to hold my hand as we walked. That is something that my wife and I do all the time but I can’t remember Candy doing it since she was a little kid. There is something about a teenage girl being seen with her parents that isn’t cool but here she was holding my hand proudly as we walked through the shopping mall.

She took me right to Victoria’s Secret. My wife shops here and I get kind of excited at helping her pick out sexy things that I will get to see her in later however this was my fourteen-year-old daughter.

As she looked around a salesgirl came over to see if we needed her help. Apparently we did! My daughter wanted to be measured for a new bra. Since her T-shirt was pretty tight and she was already wearing a comfortable bra the girl just took her over to a corner near their dressing rooms. Since she wouldn’t let go of my hand I was forced to follow her.

The salesgirl measured under Candy’s breast and said, “Twenty-nine inches plus five makes for a thirty-four inch bra.” Then she measured across Candy’s nipples and around her back saying, “Thirty-six minus thirty-four equals two which is a B-cup. So you need a 34-B bra Miss.”

Candy said, “That’s what I’m wearing now I was just hoping that I got bigger.”

The salesgirl said, “Honey by the looks of you and your age I’d say you are going get bigger.”

I said, “Her mother wears a 36-C but they are tight on her.”

The salesgirl said, “See Honey I just knew it. It’s just a question of time.”

Then Candy said, “I kind of want to smash them together to make more cleavage. Boys really like cleavage.”

The salesgirl smiled and said, “Yes they do.” Then both girls looked at me. Of course I was looking at the salesgirl’s cleavage. That proved their point.

The salesgirl took us to another area and opened up a big drawer. She took out a bra and explained to us about the padding on the lower sides that pushes the breasts toward the upper center forming a little better cleavage. She suggested that Candy try one on in the fitting room. Candy took a red bra in her size and grabbed my hand as she went to the fitting room. She sat me in a chair and went in to change. In a few minutes she surprised me by coming out in her bra to see what I thought. I was very impressed that’s for sure. I didn’t even have to say anything she knew by my mouth being open and where my eyes were staring that she had made the right selection.

Candy asked the salesgirl if she could wear it out. The salesgirl snipped off a tag and asked for her old bra. While Candy put her T-shirt back on the salesgirl put Candy’s old bra in a bag and handed it to me.

Once she came out Candy asked if there were matching panties. She knew the size that she wanted. I suggested two pair to match her bra because that is what my wife always gets. Candy went back in and put one pair on.

When Candy came out she handed me her old panties and said, “Would you put these in the bag please” and walked to the checkout counter with the salesgirl. I couldn’t help but feel how moist they were. My little girl’s panties were moist. I automatically put them to my nose and inhaled deeply. I saw the salesgirl look at me and smile. Then I paid the bill and we left.

Next Candy took me to Frederick’s of Hollywood. There she saw a transparent blue bra and grabbed her size then asked another salesgirl about matching panties. She picked up two then handed them all to me to carry. Candy looked around and headed to another section where she picked up a black strapless bra with two more pair of panties. Again I got to hold them while she looked around then paid the bill.

From there she took me to a Rave store where she asked a salesgirl for a tight black leather skirt that would just barley cover her panties and allow a lot of her belly to show. She picked one out and went back to a changing room.

When Candy came out I was simply floored! She had picked up a pair of black leather knee high boots along the way and in that tiny skirt and just her red bra she looked fantastic. I think I creamed my pants just looking at her. Candy was not my little girl any longer but a very desirable young lady. She just stood there as I took in her beauty. She smiled and knew that she was sexually appetizing. Candy walked over to a rack and picked up a tiny vest that only hooked between her breasts and allowed most of her bra to show. She went back in the dressing room and brought out her old clothes and shoes. I paid the salesgirl and Candy wore her new outfit out.

As we walked through the mall I could see everyone looking at my daughter just as I had when I first saw her in the Rave store. The men had lust in their eyes while the women either envied or hated her immediately. Candy loved the attention and whispered things to me as we walked.

When we got to the car I held the door for Candy as I always do for her mother. Candy got in and seemed to make sure that I got a very good look at her new red panties as they showed from under her tiny skirt.