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She Didn't Even Know She Was Doing It
by J.E. Ashbourne (no address provided)

***

A father's guilty sexual feelings toward his daughter 
come to a head one day. (M/f-teen, ped, inc, voy, 
mast, simulated-sex)

***

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Any 
similarity to any event, person or persons is 
unintentional and purely coincidental. Content is for 
erotic titillation only. The author does not condone 
sexual activity with a minor. 

***

She would parade around the house in little or nothing 
and not even give it a thought. But at fourteen her 
shape had really started to blossom. Her skin was 
golden brown and her long blonde hair flowed down her 
back as she fluttered about nymph-like. She was so 
whimsical and light. Like a butterfly on the wind, she 
would flit from one room to another without the 
slightest thought of what she wore, or didn't wear, 
and her father was starting to notice. How could he 
not?

I had raised her single-handedly since she was six, 
and I had never much worried about her tendency to run 
about the house in scant clothing, if any. But now I 
had started to notice her young body changing. Her 
breasts had begun to fill out, her bottom had filled 
out to a tight rounded ass, and her legs were long 
smooth and slender. The only anomaly, considering she 
was fourteen and a half, was her bald pussy – 
although, I thought it looked remarkably like her 
mother's bald pussy when she had shaven it once. It 
was puffy and full, with its inner lips well hidden by 
the puffy outer cheeks.

I scolded myself for thinking about such a thing, but 
how could I help it? I knew I should tell her to put 
some clothes on, but truth be told I was starting to 
enjoy the glimpses I got of her gorgeous pubescent 
body. 

***

It started in the morning...

I was in the kitchen making breakfast when my daughter 
walked in. The first thing I saw were her legs; 
golden, smooth, shapely legs from her slender ankles 
and elegant calves up to her slender sumptuous thighs 
which scissored just below her nightdress. I looked up 
quickly to her face, which was still sleepy, her hair 
unkempt.

"Morning, sleepyhead," I said.

"Morning, Daddy," she said as she grabbed a cereal and 
bowl.

As I poured my coffee I looked at her. My God, those 
legs were killer! And the nightdress she had on was 
far too small for her. It barely covered her perfectly 
rounded ass, but hugged it beautifully. It was a 
favourite old one that she just wouldn't stop wearing. 
It was a light purple with a Tinkerbell pixie print 
still on the front, but the cloth itself was bobbled 
terribly.

I had to look away as I could feel my loins start to 
stir. I decamped to the lounge, where I sat and put on 
the TV. Cartoons came on. My daughter was still 
watching the kids channels on occasion, although 
usually these days it was MTV. I started checking my 
emails on my laptop when in walked Sasha. Her legs 
glided past me and she sat on the other sofa with one 
knee up as she held her bowl of cereal on it as she 
watched Scooby-Doo and ate breakfast.

But it was glaringly obvious. As I glanced over ate 
her from my laptop I could see she had no panties on, 
and I was welcomed by the glaring sight of my 
daughter's bare pussy. Surely she had to know that I 
could see? Should I say something? But she seemed 
oblivious to the fact that I was there.

"Can I change channel?"

"Sure" I said, having to glance up to her face.

She flicked through several music channels before she 
found the Top 40. I tried to read my emails, but I 
couldn't. In the corner of my eye was her bare pussy 
staring at me. It was just as well I had my laptop on 
my lap because I had developed a firm boner under it. 
I couldn't help it. I stole another look.

There it was. Smooth. Young.

I looked at my screen. No, it was still there. I was 
going to have to say something to her. I looked up 
again, this time I tried to look at her face, but 
hormones kicked in and I just couldn't not look. 
Momentarily I imagine touching it. Licking it.

Just then she moved and I looked down again. She'd 
finished her cereal and placed it on the table. Then 
she sat back down; This time with both legs up in 
front of her with her arms wrapped around them and her 
chin on her knees. And there it was again, winking at 
me like a fleshy eye!

I couldn't get my eyes off it. I could feel my hard-on 
pressing hard up against my laptop. I couldn't get up 
and leave either or she would see how turned on I was. 
And even though she was oblivious to her own allure, 
she knew what that would be. 

Maybe I was looking uncomfortable or something because 
next thing I know – she's looking right at me. "You 
okay, Daddy?"

I looked at her and smiled, "Yeah, sure. Just a bit 
distracted."

"By what?" – I could just about maintain eye contact.

"Just something I saw online," I lied.

"What was it?" – I glanced subconsciously down at her 
bare pussy in answer, but saved it quick as I dragged 
my eyes back up to pretty face.

"Um, nothing. No worries."

"Okay," she said, "I'm going down the park with Violet 
and Lilly."

"Okay," I said, relieved as she got up and danced out 
of the room.

I breathed out. Thank God for that. Should I have said 
something to her, or was I enjoying this divine 
torture? Whatever, I was relieved for now. I got up 
and darted into my own room for some peace. But all I 
could do was think about that smooth balled pussy of 
hers, and I'm ashamed to say I wanked off in about 
thirty seconds flat.

***

In the afternoon... 

It was a really sunny afternoon when Sasha came 
bounding into the house with her friends. They were 
all red, hot and sweaty from running and laughing. 
They went straight to the kitchen and helped 
themselves to some juice, which I could hear them 
gulping and giggling from the lounge.

I try not to look at her friends as most teenage girls 
can tell if they are being looked at in a sexual way, 
however unintentional. Now I was holding off from 
going into the kitchen because I knew they would all 
look like young girls in heat. Sasha's friends, Lilly 
and Violet were identical twins, and mostly they still 
dressed the same. Sasha can tell the difference, but 
I'm not sure I could. I hadn't seen them for a long 
while as Sasha usually goes to their house, so I had 
no idea how they may have changed or developed in the 
last six months. Not that I was keeping track. But you 
can't help noticing.

Just then I looked up to see them all standing at the 
lounge doorway. It was what I had feared – they were 
gorgeous, hot and sweaty. They eat had on a short 
flared black and white skirt and a strappy ribbed vest 
top, which revealed that both had on white bras. They 
each had on white ankle socks and deck shoes. They 
looked perfect. Almost carbon copies of each other 
except that their hair was styled differently, with 
one sporting a ponytail of black hair, and the other 
rather playfully had hers in bunches, making her look 
slightly younger. Their legs were tanned slightly 
differently too, with the bunches twin having a 
lighter complexion, with cappuccino thighs down, and 
the ponytail twin having a dark roast coffee colour. 
The only other difference, now that I was looking was 
that the bunches girl had slightly larger breasts, 
maybe a B cup, compared to her sister's A cup. And 
there in between stood Sasha – Blonde, ponytailed, 
tanned, face flushed red and a big smile on her face. 
Her slim figure held together with denim shorts and a 
blue crop top. I could tell she hadn't bothered with a 
bra either as the loose cotton showed perfectly her 
own modest breasts. It all looked liked an erotic 
nightmare coming true.

"Lilly and Violet have to go now, Daddy."

"Oh, okay. How are you, girls?" I said.

There was a coy smile and a glance between them as 
they answered virtually in unison, "Fine, thanks."

"Well, come back any time. Maybe you can come over for 
a sleepover some time."

Another knowing smile passed between the sisters, and 
this time Sasha turned, excited at the idea.

"Tonight?" asked Sasha.

"Not tonight." I said.

My daughter slunk down a little, and then it was all 
goodbyes.

She came back in and slumped into the sofa like a 
deflated balloon. Not a good look for most people, but 
for Sasha it just looked amazing. She looked like 
she'd just been fucking for hours and was totally 
spent. But of course she hadn't and she wasn't. 

As I looked at her glorious innocent body she turned 
her head and saw a delivery bag that had come while 
she was out.

"What's that?" she asked.

"You're new school clothes."

"Cool!" she said as she jumped up dived for the bag.

She pulled out her school uniform and gym kit.

"Can I try them on?"

"Well, duh! If you want to know if they fit!"

She smiled at my sarcasm. Then, without a thought, she 
pulled off her vest top, revealing her beautifully 
shaped young breasts. I was transfixed as they bounced 
and wobbled a little with their firmness holding them 
back. Next came off the shorts, straight down her 
slender legs and I was looking at my near naked 
daughter!

First she put on the light blue blouse, which looked 
wonderfully simple and elegant. Then her mid-thigh 
skirt which luckily fitted her like a dream. Once 
she'd turned in the mirror and I had said yes, they 
looked fine, she stripped them off again. Next was the 
skort – a weird combination of skirt and shorts. I was 
quite taken aback when she simply slipped her panties 
down her legs before she stepped into the skort. For a 
brief few seconds I was looking at my totally naked 
daughter. She puller up the skort and said, "What do 
you think?"

He breasts were still on full display and I could feel 
my cock getting harder.

"Um, I looks good. How does it feel?"

"Mmmmm... feels a bit loose around the waist," she 
said.

"Let me see."

I slunk down onto the floor, kneeling before her. I 
felt around her waist. It was a little loose. Her 
perfect young breasts were maybe six inches from my 
face. She pulled up the skirt part to show the shorts 
part, which fitted like a glove.

"The shorts part's good." She said.

I dropped my hands down her hips to her legs and felt 
around the snug fitting cotton. Around her thighs and 
around her perfectly tight bottom.

"Yeah, they fit. Let's have a look; see if the waist 
elastic is adjustable." I said.

It was. So we agreed they fit fine. She did a twirl – 
still with her breasts in full adolescent bloom on 
show. 

"That's it. Get 'em off," I said.

"But they feel great on the skin," she said.

"I don't care. They're for school."

Reluctantly, she slowly peeled them down over her 
hips, down her slender thighs, and let them drop to 
her ankles. And for a second she just stood there – 
naked. I had the worst boner! I wondered if she had 
seen it and caught like a rabbit in the headlights, or 
if she was thinking about how she should deal with 
such and awkward embarrassing situation. But the zone-
out only lasted a few seconds and then she looked at 
me. 

"I'm going to take a shower," she said.

And completely naked, except for a pair of white 
cotton ankle socks, she walked out of the room and 
disappeared. I was pole-axed. I had the biggest boner 
the world had ever seen and in was straining in my 
trousers.

I heard the shower go on and took this as my sign to 
release the beast right there in the lounge. I lay 
down and yanked out my meat. It took a bit longer this 
time, as I had already come that morning, but just 
thinking about my daughter's naked body had me coming 
a big thick globs of come. I grabbed her panties she 
had left on the floor and smelled them deeply – it was 
sweet and musky! Then I used them to wipe up my own 
come!

***

In the evening...

Today was getting ridiculous! This was my daughter I 
was perving over! I should be ashamed of myself! But I 
really hadn't done anything untoward toward her. I 
hadn't touched her inappropriately or anything. Okay, 
some of what I had done could well be classed as 
creepy, but not illegal. But I could never coerce my 
daughter into anything. I could never hurt her in any 
way. I'd never live with myself.

And so, as the evening came, with its balmy gold, I 
settled into a nice warm soak in the bath. I was 
thinking these very thoughts about how I had avoided 
anything really bad when Sasha knocked on the door.

"Daddy, I need to use the toilet!" Came the urgent 
request.

"I'm in the bath." I said.

"I really need to go."

"Why didn't you go before I came in? I did say I was 
taking a bath."

"I didn't need to go then." She said.

She was always doing stuff like this and it annoyed 
the hell out of me. She just didn't seem to think at 
all.

"Alright," I said.

I reached up to the door and unlocked it. She burst 
into the room and rushed straight to the toilet. She 
had silk short pyjamas on, but she quick slinked down 
her shorts and sat on the toilet. I could see the 
unfettered view of her naked legs and ass in profile. 
Instantly, my penis stirred. I looked away, but the 
mere proximity of a half naked girl had me erect in no 
time.

I raised one leg to try and hide it, as I tried to be 
casual and start to wash myself. I heard her pee 
stream finish, but she still sat there. I hoped she 
didn't need a shit too! For two reasons; my raging 
hard-on and the smell. But she was just sitting there. 

"Daddy?"

"What's up?" I said, trying to be nonchalant.

"What's it like having a willy?"

I looked over at her, and she had a childish grin on 
her face. At first, I was panicked, thinking she could 
see my arousal, but then I realised she was just being 
curious.

"What do you mean – what's it like?"

"Well, what does it feel like?"

"It's alright. Gets in the way sometimes, but you get 
used to it."

"Gets in the way? How?"

"Just gets uncomfortable if it's in the wrong 
position" I said, a throbbing fleshy submarine just 
emerging from the water between my legs.

"Can I see it?" She asked trying to peer into the tub. 
My cock was throbbing!

"No you can't!" I said firmly.

"Oh, I've just never seen one, except for James's." 
Her baby cousin.

"Well, it's the same, just bigger." I lied.

"Okay." She wiped herself and with that she was gone!

I quickly locked the door again. And quite 
understandably, I wanked myself to another orgasm. By 
now, now cock was starting to get a little sore. But I 
simply had to come.

After I had got out, dried and dressed in my own loose 
cotton pyjama bottoms and a loose cotton T-shirt, I 
settled down to watch TV. Frankly, I was knackered! 
It's really tiring trying to fend off thoughts of your 
daughter's body, especially when you see so much of 
it. But now I was relaxed. Calm even.

I put on a show I liked and lay down. Totally relaxed. 
Sasha came in and saw me lying down on the sofa.

"Daddy... cuddles?" she said.

Now, I know that sounds childish, and maybe she puts 
on a bit to stay my "little girl," but we always useed 
to cuddle up on the sofa with me lying against the 
back and her in front, resting on my arm as a pillow. 
Good innocent family time. Now she wanted to cuddle 
again.

"Not tonight, sweetheart" I said.

"Why?" she said.

And I couldn't answer. I couldn't say, "Because I've 
wanked off twice over you and one touch of your body 
and I'm going to have an erection like the Eiffel 
Tower." I couldn't say that, even though that's what I 
was thinking, even though that was the truth.

"Oh, okay..." I said reluctantly.

"Yay!" she said, and quickly lay down just like we had 
done all her life.

Except as she lay down, there was more of her than 
there used to be, and her pert round bum nestled right 
on my crotch. I couldn't believe it. I could feel my 
cock starting to fill with blood. Jesus, I'm going to 
get a boner on my little girl's ass!

I quickly tried to manoeuvre my pelvis away from her. 
And after some juggling about I lay uncomfortably with 
my pelvis at an awkward angle. I didn't say anything, 
but we were watching something on the TV. Maybe I saw 
ten minutes, but I can't even remember what it was 
now. I drifted off to the land of nod.

I hardly ever remember dreams. But it doesn't stop you 
having them. And I'm pretty sure the dream I was 
having was pretty dirty. But just as I was between 
sleep and wakefulness I could feel something on 
pushing against my boner.  It moved again, jostling my 
cotton clad knob. I became vaguely aware that this was 
my daughter's ass as she moved this way, then that, my 
hard-on nestling between her ass cheeks. Then quickly 
she was gone.

"Daddy!"

I sort of heard it, but was I dreaming?

"Daddy!" Her voice sounded alarmed.

"Wake up!"

My eyes slowly opened to see her standing there in her 
pyjamas.

"What?" I said. By now I knew full well what.

I changed position so my erection wasn't so obvious.

"Nothing." She said. She looked a little perturbed. 
She'd just had a brush with he father's erect penis. 
"I'm going to bed." She said. And she came and gave me 
a little kiss, and was gone upstairs in a shot.

Had I scared her? Was I really that sleepy I didn't 
know my cock was rubbing along my daughter's ass 
crack? I didn't know. I watched a late film and then 
turned in myself.

***

That night...

"Daddy... Daddy..."

My eyes reluctantly opened. Sasha was standing naked 
next to my bed. I looked at her in expectation of some 
explanation.

"I had a nightmare... can I sleep with you?"

I opened up the empty half of the bed and shuffled 
over to my side a bit. I was instantly aware of my own 
nakedness and I tried to ensure a dividing line 
between us. She got in and I knew I'd have to turn 
over. I normally sleep on my back, but I could feel my 
poor fellow standing to sore attention again. 

I didn't want her finding that if she moved over to 
cuddle up. I felt a bit bad for turning over. Sasha 
had always come into bed with me when she had 
nightmares. I just never stopped her doing it because 
she had less and less nightmares. I couldn't honestly 
remember the last one she had. Despite myself I 
managed to nod off.

I had the most amazing dream, or at least, I thought I 
was having the most amazing dream. Predictably, I was 
having hot wet sex with a young girl of about sixteen 
or seventeen – legal, but only just. I was entering 
her, and starting to thrust in and out – the 
sensations overwhelming me, the wetness coursing in 
rivers. It was at this point my eyes flickered open.

I froze as I realized what was happening. Sasha had 
spooned up against me in the night as I had turned 
toward her in my sleep. My right hand was around her, 
holding her left breast. My throbbing cock was clamped 
in the space between her upper thighs and her soaking 
wet vulva. Her breathing was short as she rubbed her 
pussy lips along my shaft and felt up her own breast 
as well.

I didn't know what to do. I would never have done this 
to her. Or with her. But here I was. And she was 
urging me on, slide herself back and forth on my rigid 
tool. Her rounded ass was bumping into my pubis. Her 
wetness was flowing and I was sliding in and out like 
it was her vagina itself I was deep in. Still I was 
frozen.

But the choice was taken away from me. Her hand 
clasped over mine and squeezed her pert young breast. 
Again she did it. And again. Urging my fingers to feel 
into her soft firm flesh. Then her hand was gone, but 
it grabbed my hips and pulled me to her, and then we 
parted, pulled to, then away, building up the 
thrusting she needed in her pussy. And now I couldn't 
stop! Her hand fell away, but I was still thrusting 
into the slick wet flesh she wanted me to. And then 
suddenly I was coming!

I shot three, four, five squirts of thick white come 
as I thrust back and forth between my daughter's wet 
thighs. And finally I stopped. Spent. I could feel the 
hot wet sticky mess uniting us at my groin and her 
slick ass, thighs and pussy. But Sasha hadn't 
finished.

Her fingers were sliding in and out of her succulent 
peach, rubbing her glistening clit. She started 
thrusting back and forth along my still solid cock. 
Her fingers slipped lower to the end of my throbbing 
cock and she circled it with her fingers, rubbing my 
come around my soft glans. I couldn't help jerking 
with the pleasure. And just for a second I entered her 
soft wet pussy. Not far, but enough to know she was 
still a virgin.

She held me there; her fingers holding my penis inside 
her as she jerked a little onto it, while alternately 
rubbing her clit. Her climax came suddenly – she 
gasped and lost her breath, then let out a high 
pitched whine, which subsided into a sigh. And then 
she relaxed.

My penis slipped out of her. For a moment I was still 
a prisoner between her legs. Then she lifted one leg, 
releasing me as she did. I was still rock hard. 
Despite knowing it was wrong I wanked over her cute 
rounded ass cheeks before finally falling asleep. When 
I woke up in the morning she was gone. My daughter had 
released my sexual tension in one of the best orgasms 
of my life – and she never even knew she was doing it.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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