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Babygirl Goes Bare

by Piper Belle

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Table of Contents

Sample Teaser

Babygirl Goes Bare

Sneak Peek: "Charlotte’s Bed"

About Piper Belle

Sample Teaser

"Dad, wait. I'm not finished."

I stroke my face. "Feels smooth enough to me."

"I don't mean your face." She looks at my jock, and I swear my dick is gonna break off in my pants. She smiles seductively and picks up the can of shaving cream. “It’s only fair, Daddy.”

Jesus motherfucking Christ, she wants to see my cock. There's no other explanation. Considering the blue-ball inducing state she’s put me in, I've half a mind to show it to her. I'm not the type of guy to be led around by his dick, but every man has his limits; looks like Brielle just found mine.

I stand up and reach for my belt buckle.

A glint of hesitation sparks in my daughter’s eyes. She didn't think I'd say yes. Well, in that case, she's in for the shock of her fucking life, because I'm done playing hide and seek.

It's time to put up or shut up, babygirl.

I step out of my jeans and stand in the water, my cock aimed straight at her bellybutton. Brielle grabs a hand towel and wets it with water from the tub, then uses it to dampen the hair around my cock. Wrapping her slim fingers around my shaft, she lifts my dick to wet my balls.

There’s no stopping the ragged sigh that follows. My gorgeous daughter is touching my cock. Not only that, but she’s taking her time spreading shaving cream over the skin around it. Tongue between her teeth, she glides the razor over the hair above and to the sides of my shaft, cleaning the blade between each stroke. I hold my breath as she raises my cock to start working on balls.

“Careful, babygirl.”

She smiles up at me. “Don’t worry, Daddy. I won’t cut you.”

My dick and balls feel heavy by the time she’s done, like they’re made of granite. She skims her fingertips all around my groin, admiring her handiwork. She even plays with my balls a little. Precum drips from the head of my aching cock. If she doesn't actually stroke my dick soon, I'll have to do it for her.

Babygirl Goes Bare

“Ow!”

I glance up from the spreadsheet on my laptop and cock my head, listening.

“Babe?” I call out, my voice echoing through the supposedly empty house. I don’t hear anything. Smoothing a hand over my stubbled jaw—in desperate need of a shave—I lean back in my office chair and then rub my eyes.

“Shit!”

That, I definitely heard.

I step out of my office and into the foyer, then stop when I notice a light coming from the master bedroom upstairs. A light I did not leave on. My wife’s away for the weekend on a yoga retreat, and my daughter Brielle, back from college, is spending the night at a friend’s.

There shouldn’t be anyone else in the house.

Careful not to make any noise, I reach inside the hall closet and grab the baseball bat I keep there, just in case. I creep up the stairs on bare feet and peek into the master bedroom. Nothing out of the ordinary, as far as I can tell. No jewelry missing from my wife’s vanity, no drawers have been rifled through.

Then, I see it. Light shining from beneath the door to the ensuite bathroom.

My pulse jackknifes. What the fuck would a burglar want from there? Bat raised, I make my way over to the door and grip the handle.

I barge inside with a roar.

My daughter screams.

The first thing I see is blood. Deep red drops on the white porcelain. Next, I see where they’re coming from: somewhere in the vicinity of Brielle’s inner thigh. Lastly, I notice she’s not wearing any underwear.

My cock notices, too.

“Brielle?” I lower the goddamn bat and fight like hell to reign in my pulse. “When the hell did you get home?”

“A while ago.” Her nose is red and her cheeks are wet. She’s been crying.

“Shit,” I mutter, grabbing a hand towel off the rack. “Here, take this. You’re bleeding. What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“Nothing.” She wipes the blood from her thigh and then holds the towel against the cut. I can see she’s been trying to shave—using my goddamn razor—without using shaving cream or water.

I prop the bat against the far wall. “Doesn’t look like nothing. Why didn’t you announce yourself when you came home?”

She shrugs. The bra she’s wearing is barely opaque enough to cover her nipples. I avert my gaze, but it’s hard to not to look when they’re practically staring me down. “Your mom said you were staying at Sarah’s tonight.”

“I was.” Brielle sniffles. “Until the guys showed up.”

“What guys?” My already rampant pulse kicks into high gear. I see red. “Brielle, answer me.”

“Just a few of Sarah’s friends from school. Her parents are gone for the weekend, so she invited them to hang out.”

“Did you know they were gonna be there?”

She shakes her head no. “We had some drinks. Just beers, nothing serious.”

“Any drinking is serious when you’re only nineteen years old.” I sigh heavily. “So, you were drinking with a bunch of guys.”

“Just a few guys. One guy, in particular. We were talking on the porch, and we started...making out. He said...”

I squint. “He said, what?”

Her cheeks glow hot pink as she busies herself with adjusting the towel, a stalling tactic if I ever saw one. “He said he wanted to go down on me.”

“A guy you just met asked if he could go down on you.” I inhale deeply and plaster on a neutral expression, not wanting to make her feel defensive given the sensitive subject matter. “Well, did you let him?”

“Sort of.”

“What do you mean, sort of?” I immediately take stock of the sadness in her eyes and the tears on her face, the quiver in her lower lip. If this fucker hurt my little girl, he’s gonna have more than a few broken bones to worry about by the time I’m done with him. “Sweetheart, did this guy force himself on you?”

“No. Nothing like that.” She wipes her eyes. “God, this is so embarrassing.”

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s embarrassing. You’re gonna tell me what happened. Or, at the very least, you’re gonna tell me what it has to do with my razor.”

Brielle sniffles. “When I said he could go down on me, he pulled my panties off and... He started laughing. He said my bush looked more like a forest, and that he’d already flossed his teeth this morning. I didn’t want him to see me cry, so I left. I ran all the way home.”

I know where her friend, Sarah, lives. I used to drop Brielle off at that house on weekends for birthday parties and study groups. Four miles. That fucker made my little girl feel so bad about herself, that she ran four miles in the dark all the way home.

“You should’ve called me,” I say. “I would’ve come and got you.”

“I didn’t want you to know I’d been drinking.”

“Brielle, it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing. I will always come and get you.”

“I’m sorry.” Her eyes well with tears.

I scrub a hand over my face and try and temper my rage. As poor as her decisions have been tonight, she doesn’t need me yelling at her right now. “So, you’re shaving because you think your pubic hair is ugly?”

“Isn’t it?”

The hurt in her voice is like a punch to the gut. I move closer to the tub so I can cup her chin in my hands. “No, sweetheart, you’re beautiful. There’s nothing wrong with you. Don’t believe anyone who tells you otherwise.”

Brielle wipes her eyes. “Sarah’s never made a big deal of how it looks.”

“Why would she...” The realization hits my brain like a shot; Brielle and Sarah have been best friends for over a decade, plenty of time for curiosity to get the better of them. I hadn’t taken my babygirl for a bisexual, but it’s not exactly the sort of thing she’d mention over family dinner. “You and Sarah hooked up?”

"A couple of times.”

My cock swells behind my zipper. I can’t get the image of Sarah’s face buried in Brielle’s pussy out of my head. The fact that she’s naked from the waist-down right now doesn’t help matters.

“Sarah hooks up with lots of guys.” She runs the towel under the bathtub faucet to wash out the blood, which appears to have stopped running down her leg. “She says they like it better when you shave, and that it makes you feel more sensitive.”

“I guess the latter part of that is true.”

She looks at me. “How do you know?”

“Your mom and I shave each other sometimes.”

“You do?” Shock colors her cheeks. “I mean, she lets you shave her...down there?”

“Not recently, but yeah. It’s something we’ve done.” I wouldn’t exactly call myself a landscaper, but I can prune a shrub. “You should ask your mom how to do it when she gets back.”

“But she’s not coming back till Sunday, right?” Brielle puts on a face I know all too well. She’s about to ask me for something. “Maybe you could show me how to do it. Since you know how.”

All the blood in my brain quickly relocates to my second head. “You want me to shave you?”

She nods. “Please, Daddy?”

Oh, fuck. My dick goes from chubby to firm in a matter of seconds. My babygirl is asking me to get up-close and personal with her pussy. I should tell her no fucking way. I should slam the door and walk out—

I should not take the razor she’s offering and say, “All right, sweetheart. Watch and learn.”

I pull up the stopper and run a few inches of warm water into the tub. While that’s filling, I grab a can of shaving cream and a fresh razor. I sit on the rim of the tub with my feet in the water and motion for her to stand close to me.

“Spread your legs a little wider,” I tell her. The sight of her pussy opening in front of my face makes my cock throb. I give her a few test splashes to wet the short brown hair between her legs, then slowly lift a palmful of water to dampen her folds. Brielle gasps and bites her lip, but doesn’t recoil.

I just touched her pussy. Holy fucking shit, I just fondled my babygirl.

Careful not to make it obvious how much I’m enjoying this, I squirt some shaving cream into my hand and start spreading it over her skin. Her breath quickens. I catch a glimpse of her sweet, round tits as they rise and fall. Pressing my thumb to the skin above her bush, I pull the area taut and begin shaving with the grain. The fine hair glides away easily.

“Never shave dry,” I say, more to distract myself than to educate her. “Use warm water, and always make sure the skin is good and damp before you start.”

My dick flexes as I gently pinch one of her lips to pull the skin taut. Brielle doesn’t say a word, but her eyes are locked on what my hands are doing. Halfway through the job, I pause to add some more shaving cream.

“You doing okay?” I ask.

She nods.

I tell her to put her right foot down and lift her left so I can get the other side. She braces herself with a hand on my shoulder as she shifts her feet. Her tits are so close, they’re practically touching my head. I press my lips together in what I hope looks like concentration but is really just an effort to stop myself from salivating over her nipples.

As I finish up the other side, I have her tilt her pelvis forward so I can reach the hair growing behind her pussy. The angle splays her like an offering. I know it’s wrong as hell, but I can’t help myself. Using my thumb and forefinger, I spread her lips wider so I can see everything, her little clit and all the holes and the wetness I’m sure is water but my cock is convinced must be a sign of arousal.

“Am I smooth yet, Daddy?”

“Almost.” I finish the job, then clean the razor in the tub.

Jesus, her pussy is so fucking pink. I dip my hand in the warm water and splash it onto her lips, then use my fingers to swipe away the leftover shaving cream. She’s smooth as silk and naked as the day she was born. I splash and rub her a couple more times—more times than is necessary, if I’m being honest.

I still can’t fucking believe she’s letting me do this.

“All done, sweetheart.” I bid her gorgeous cunt a silent goodbye, then guide her own hand between her legs. "Here. Feel for yourself."

Brielle runs her fingers up and down over the smooth, pink skin. She whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my dick.

"It's so sensitive." Her eyelashes flutter. She wets her mouth and then lets it hang open.

Jesus Christ, my babygirl is turned-on, and I can't take my eyes off her. I hope to God she doesn’t notice my dick fighting against my zipper. Standing up is out of the questions, at least until I’ve had a chance to calm down.

Scrubbing my face, I say, “I think I need a shave, too.”

Brielle smiles. “Can I do it?”

Why the hell not? “Sure.”

I take my shirt off so it won’t get wet, then sit patiently as she dribbles water onto my face and applies a thin layer of shaving cream.

“Don’t forget to pull the skin,” I say.

“I know, Daddy.”

A fast learner, she shaves me like a pro. The fact that she’s shaving me with the same razor I just used to shave her pussy does not escape me, or my cock. Lifting my chin, she glides the razor upward from my neck to my jaw. Less than a foot from my face, her plump, pink pussy is begging to meet my tongue.

Brielle runs her hand along my jaw. “Now you’re almost as smooth as me.” She pets her pussy right in front of me, then blushes when she catches me staring. “It feels so nice. I can’t stop touching it.”

It takes every drop of decency I have not to grab her ass and bury my face in that juicy pink peach. I swallow hard. “It looks real nice, too, sweetheart.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Brielle smiles. “I wish Sarah were here to see it. I bet it would feel amazing to have someone—" She bites her lips together, as if she's just remembered who she's talking too.

My cock throbs and my other head takes over. “To have someone, what?”

She won't make eye contact. “To have someone go down on me now that it’s so sensitive."

I ball my hands into fists to stop myself from acting on my filthy desires. Brielle is my daughter. She's not asking me to eat her out. She's thinking about her friend Sarah’s mouth. Sarah’s tongue. Speaking of which...

“By the way, Brielle, you're grounded for the rest of the weekend, effective immediately."

"Daddy, you can’t ground me. I'm nineteen."

"I can as long as you're living in my house. And since I don’t see you renting your own apartment for the summer, I’d say you’re stuck."

"But I’m supposed to go to the beach with Sarah and her sister tomorrow.” She pouts. “I want to wear my new bikini.”

“You mean the one I said you’re absolutely never allowed to wear outside the house?”

She grins. “Yes.”

"Well, too bad. You'll have to go some other time."

Brielle strokes her pussy. "I guess I can think of something to do here at home..."

I fight back a groan. How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate on work knowing she's upstairs playing with her freshly shaven pussy all weekend?

"Plus," she says, "that means we get to hang out just the two of us while Mom's gone."

My dick likes the sound of that. So much so that it's starting to ache like a bitch, trapped inside my jeans. Discretely, I wedge my hand in my pocket and try and angle it down my pant leg.

Not discretely enough, however.

Brielle’s eyes go wide. Well, what'd she expect? You can't wag your pussy in a man's face and expect him not to react.

I clear my throat. “Well, I’d better get back to work.”

"Dad, wait. I'm not finished."

I stroke my face. "Feels smooth enough to me."

"I don't mean your face." She looks at my jock, and I swear my dick is gonna break off in my pants. She smiles seductively and picks up the can of shaving cream. “It’s only fair, Daddy.”

Jesus motherfucking Christ, she wants to see my cock. There's no other explanation. Considering the blue-ball inducing state she’s put me in, I've half a mind to show it to her. I'm not the type of guy to be led around by his dick, but every man has his limits; looks like Brielle just found mine.

I stand up and reach for my belt buckle.

A glint of hesitation sparks in my daughter’s eyes. She didn't think I'd say yes. Well, in that case, she's in for the shock of her fucking life, because I'm done playing hide and seek.

It's time to put up or shut up, babygirl.

I step out of my jeans and stand in the water, my cock aimed straight at her bellybutton. Brielle grabs a hand towel and wets it with water from the tub, then uses it to dampen the hair around my cock. Wrapping her slim fingers around my shaft, she lifts my dick to wet my balls. There’s no stopping the ragged sigh that follows.

My gorgeous daughter is touching my cock. Not only that, but she’s taking her time spreading shaving cream over the skin around it. Tongue between her teeth, she glides the razor over the hair above and to the sides of my shaft, cleaning the blade between each stroke. I hold my breath as she raises my cock to start working on balls.

“Careful, babygirl.”

She smiles up at me. “Don’t worry, Daddy. I won’t cut you.”

My dick and balls feel heavy by the time she’s done, like they’re made of granite. She skims her fingertips all around my groin, admiring her handiwork. She even plays with my balls. Precum drips from the head of my aching cock. If she doesn't actually stroke my dick soon, I'll have to do it for her.

“Did I do a good job?” she asks.

“You did a great job, sweetheart.” Taking my cue from her, I tickle the velvety mound above her slit, then glide my knuckles downward. Brielle bites her lip. Wetness coats my fingers as I tease her open. Fuck, she's horny. My babygirl is horny for her Dad's cock.

Gripping my shaft, I touch the head of my dick to her smooth pussy lips.

She gasps. "Daddy!"

"Feels good, doesn't it?" I run the tip along her slit, wetting it with her juices. She moans as I push against her swollen clit, stiff like a miniature cock.

With my free hand, I brush her long hair off her shoulders and slide her bra straps down. I want to see every fucking inch of this beautiful thing I created. Her tits don't disappoint. Round and pert with bubblegum-pink nipples I can't wait to suck and bite, assuming she'll let me.

Christ, at this point, I might not take no for an answer.

I squeeze her breasts and strum her nipples, still teasing her clit with my cock.

"Oh, God, Daddy, we can't..." She rocks her hips, sliding onto my cock and rising up on her toes. Reaching around to cup her perfect ass, I encourage her to use my dick to pleasure herself. That she also happens to be giving me a damn good pussy job in the process is a welcome bonus.

She rests her hands on my shoulders, letting me bear some of her weight as she works her clit against me, oiling my cock with her juices. "Will you lick my pussy, Daddy? I need to know what it feels like."

My mouth curves into a grin. With a pussy as luscious as hers, it would be a crime not to. "Only if you say please."

“Pretty please, Daddy. With whipped cream and a cherry on top.”

I help her to step out of the tub and then sit back down on the edge, encouraging her to rest her foot on my thigh. She stands in front me, spread open and glistening. I trace the outline of her lips with the tip of my tongue, teasing her. She gasps and shivers so bad she has to steady herself with a hand on my nape. Slowly, I glide my whole tongue over her pussy from bottom to top. Her lips are smooth as silk and sweet from her juices. Cream and cherries. Fucking delicious.

Brielle whimpers. "I don't know if I can do this standing up. I’m so sensitive."

"Just lean on me, sweetheart." I wrap my arm around her so I can hold her steady and grope her perfect ass at the same time.

I nibble and suck on her lips, then focus my attention on her hard little clit, flicking and fluttering my tongue until she’s moaning and swearing under her breath. I suck on that sweet bud till her legs tremble, then switch back to licking. I make my tongue stiff and blunt and keep my pace consistent. That's how her mom likes it, and from the way she's humping my face, I think it's safe to assume that's how she likes it, too.

Bolstered by her enthusiasm, I trace circles around her back entrance with my finger, then push on the tight puckered hole.

"Oh, Daddy, don't go in there, that's too dirty."

I hadn't been planning on it, but the thought of breaching her asshole has my dick dripping precum all over the bathmat. And seeing how embarrassed she is only makes me want to do it all the more. What we're doing is dirty as fuck, but there's nothing dirty about Brielle. She's perfect, and I'll kick the piss out of anyone who says otherwise.

I slide two fingers into her pussy from behind to wet them, then use those same fingers to prod her butthole. I make sure not to let up on her clit as I ease into her ass. Brielle's hands claw at my hair as she wriggles and squirms. She calls out for God as I finger-fuck her tight little sphincter, my tongue drawing figure eights on and around that juicy bud.

"Ohh, I'm gonna come," she whines, like she's afraid to. "Daddy, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come..."

She shudders. I push my fingers inside her as deep as they'll go. Her muscles grab me. I can feel her clit pulsing against my tongue as she comes, and I don’t stop licking until her knees give out.

My fingers slip from her asshole as I help Brielle to sit on the bathmat. Breathless, she rests her head on my thigh, inches from my throbbing, twitching cock. Precum drips onto her shoulder. I smooth her hair away from her face. The tip of her tongue glows pink between her pearly whites.

"Give me that gorgeous mouth," I say.

She tilts her head back and licks her lips, then wraps them around my cock. I hold onto her hair as I slowly fuck her face, a little bit deeper with each thrust. My daughter’s mouth is smaller than her mother’s. She can only take about half of me before she gags. After a few more thrusts, I slip my cock out of her mouth and drop to the floor beside her.

“Lie down, babygirl.”

“Daddy, we can’t.” She’s lying down even as she says it. “What if Mom finds out?”

“Mom doesn’t have to find out.” I kneel between her legs and drag her ass up onto my thighs so her feet are behind me. “This will be our little secret.”

Brielle covers her face with her hands. “But...you’re my dad. It isn’t right.”

“Who says it’s not right?”

“I don’t know. People.”

“Fuck people. You and I are the only people whose opinions matter.” I cup her breasts with both hands and play with her nipples. “How does this feel, Brielle?

She sighs. “Really good.”

I grip my shaft and rub the head against her clit. “And this? How does this feel?”

“Good. Fuck, it feels so good.”

“So, how can this be bad?”

She licks her lips. She’s practically vibrating with the effort it’s taking her not to give in to what she wants. Finally, she succumbs. “Fuck it. I don’t care what anyone says. Just fuck me, Daddy.”

I slide balls-deep into her pussy, her smooth parts and my smooth parts coming together in slick, forbidden harmony. Brielle whimpers and moans as I drive my cock in and out, my hands supporting her knees and spreading her wide. She pinches her nipples, pressing her tits together. The sight makes my dick throb.

"Play with yourself," I growl. "Show Daddy how you’re gonna play with your new shaved pussy."

She slides one hand down her stomach to stroke her clit, and the extra stimulation makes her pussy tighten around me. My balls slap her ass as I pound into her, and I can feel the tension in them as I get closer to coming. Brielle bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut. She’s gonna come again, and I’m gonna be inside her when she does.

“Fuck,” she spits. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Daddy. Don’t stop. Don’t stop...”

I bury my cock inside her as she comes, her muscles squeezing and releasing me in rapid succession. The feel of it combined with the sight of my daughter’s perky tits and shaved pussy does me in. I’m ready to blow.

The first shot goes off inside her. Immediately, I pull out and shoot the rest onto her pussy. Hot, white globs of cum splattered all over her bright pink skin. Brielle shudders, then stares down between her thighs in shock.

“You came inside me,” she says.

I sit back on my haunches, my heart punching at my sternum like it can’t believe what I’ve just done to my sweet baby. “I did, yeah.”

She sits up on the bathmat. “I don’t have an IUD anymore. What if I get pregnant?”

“Then you get pregnant.” I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead. “Don’t worry about that now. You know your Mom and I will support you, no matter what.”

“Not if she finds out it’s yours.”

“Shhh.” I rock her against my chest like I did when she was little. “It’ll be all right. I promise. You’re still my little girl, Brielle. I’m always gonna take care of you.”

I feel her muscle groups relax one by one until she’s a pile of sweetness in my arms.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, babygirl?” I tip her chin up so I can kiss her lips.

“Am I still grounded?”

I chuckle. “Most definitely.”

She smiles. “That’s okay. I’m sure we can come up with fun things to do here at home.”

The End

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"Charlotte’s Bed"

“Want me to stay with you tonight?” he asks.

I do and I don’t. Though the memory of the dream has faded somewhat, I can still feel the echoes of it in my body, the flutter of arousal in my belly, the pressure of his fingers on clit.

Another show of lightning, the crash-boom of thunder. The storm is practically on top of us now. My dad doesn’t wait for me to respond before he eases me back onto the mattress and slips beneath the covers. He aligns himself with my body, spooning me like he used to when he’d get up in the middle of the night to check on me, and find me crying in bed for my mother. He slides one arm under my neck and wraps it around my shoulders. With his other hand, he rubs my back.

“Do you have class tomorrow?” he asks.

“Not till the afternoon.”

“I can give you a ride if you’re too tired.”

“Thanks, Daddy.” I smile. “I love you.”

He kisses my shoulder, his big hand spreading warmth down my arm. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

I nestle against him, his form so much bigger and stronger than mine. Hard in all the places I’m soft. I can feel the haze of sleep washing over me, until another crackle of lightning makes tense up and curl into myself.

“Shh,” my father whispers. “It’s all right.” He holds me tighter, wrapping his leg around mine to form a shell around me. His skin is hot even through his cotton pajama pants. “Let’s talk about your nightmare.”

My stomach knots. He’s trying to distract me from the storm, and technically speaking, it works. Not the way he intended it to, I’m sure. But it works.

"It wasn't a nightmare,” I mumble. “Not exactly."

"Oh? What was it?"

I press my face to the pillow. "I don't want to say. It's embarrassing."

"Come on, it can't be that bad." He squeezes my shoulder. "Was I in it?"

“No,” I say, a little too forcefully. “I mean...not really.”

"Okay.” He laughs. “Now you have to tell me."

I bite my lips together. Mortification and arousal prickle up my spine. I shake my head, then tense as he lays a hand on my stomach.

“Do I have to tickle it out of you?” he says, his tone playful. He flutters his fingertips across my belly, searching for the hem of my tank top. I shriek and wriggle as his fingers make contact with the soft flesh of my abdomen.

My nipples tighten into points and my clit pulses. I picture his hand moving downward—

“No!” I cry out, breathless. “Stop it, okay... I’ll tell you.”

He resumes rubbing my back. I swallow thickly, trying to think of a way to play down the sex, to make it sound less perverted than it actually was. “We were sitting on a couch, in a house like the one we used to live in with Mom. Only, I was me, as I am now. Not me back then. We were watching something on TV, I can’t remember what. But you were laughing. Then I was laughing. Then... we laid down.”

“On the couch?”

“Yeah. But it wasn’t a couch anymore. It was a bed. Like my bed.”

My father’s hand stills. “Okay.”

“Then...” I pause, not sure how to say it, and so I just say it. “You kissed me.”

I hold my breath. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “Where did I kiss you?”

“On the mouth.”

He doesn’t move a muscle. My stomach drops. I should’ve lied, I think. Why couldn’t I just lie?

I couldn’t because I promised that I would never lie to him. My mom used to lie to both of us all the time, so my father and I made a pact after she left that we would always trust each other, never hide things from one another. But there had to be exceptions, right? Some things that should never be spoken, not even in the dark?

I clear my throat. “It’s no big deal. Anyway, I don’t have to keep going if—”

“No, it’s fine,” he says, clearly trying not to sound disturbed. I want to crawl into a hole and die. “Are you saying there’s more?”

“Yeah.” I take a deep breath. “You kissed me and moved on top of me. Then you pulled my shirt down and started...touching me. I think you may have taken your shirt off, too. After that, you put your hand over my panties and just...rubbed me for a bit.”

He lay still as a statue behind me. I pause, not wanting to go on, but also wanting to go on, because he hasn’t told me not to. And because part of me wonders if it might be better to just put it out there rather than let it grow inside me like a wildfire. Devouring everything in its path. I steel myself for the next confession, then pause when I feel movement against my backside.

A slight movement, but it’s enough to make me gasp.

He’s getting hard.

“And then?” he whispers, so quiet I almost miss the question.

I swallow. “Then, you put your hand in my panties.”

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About Piper Belle

I'm Piper Belle and I write romantic father/daughter erotica.

At first, all I wanted to do was blow off some steam writing the smuttiest smut my filthy imagination could conjure. I had so much fun, I wrote a whole damn book. Then I couldn't stop. Now I write for fun and publication, because Internet ain't cheap and a girl's gotta eat, amirite?

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