Don't Tease Daddy 01

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Once more, this is my specific kink. It's absolutely fucked up but it gets me off so here we are. You've been warned. Nothing about this is remotely okay in the real world, but it's hot as shit in fiction.

This is a slower burn than usual, but big pay off. It will only be two parts.

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Greg leaned against the kitchen counter, coffee cup in hand, watching his little girl. Hilary was growing up, it was happening before his eyes. She'd turned eighteen only a week earlier, so Greg knew she was an adult now, but his mind was still catching up. It felt like yesterday that she'd been little, holding his hand as they walked through the zoo or begging him to tuck her in after a bedtime story. Yet, for all the memories felt fresh as anything, Greg couldn't ignore the young woman that was now before him. There was no denying that Hilary was now very much a woman. She kept her naturally blonde hair long, letting it form loose waves down her back. Her body had filled out, too. She was still small and lithe but her breasts were healthy handfuls and her hips had widened. Her lips were plump and pink and she wore just enough makeup to emphasize the changes in her without passing into the trashy look of many girls her age. And then there were the clothes she'd started wearing...

Greg had been having a lot of trouble with the clothes she's started wearing.

He gazed at his daughter. She sat at the kitchen table doing her homework. Hilary had only a month or so left of high school, so her grades didn't matter much at this point--she'd already gotten into a great university, and a local one at that--but she never gave up. She was deep in concentration, eyes darting between her laptop and the papers in front of her, pencil gripped in her teeth. Taking another sip of his coffee, Greg watched as the pencil dropped from Hilary's mouth and she sucked on her bottom lip, nibbling at the plush pink pillow. She was so deep in her concentration, he wasn't sure she'd even seen him. Her chest was rising and falling with deliberate breaths that made her breasts heave in her low cut tank top. Hilary's hands flew over the keyboard, Greg was entranced. For the last week, he had to admit, he'd been noticing these changes in Hilary very acutely. And some changes in himself, too. He tried not to think too much about where his mind was wandering, it was natural, wasn't it? To see a beautiful young woman walking around in skimpy clothes and think of all the things he could do to her, if only she wasn't his daughter...

Greg groaned and turned away, he set his mug in the sink and tried to collect himself. His cock was harder than it had any business being, given he'd been watching his little girl. But all he could think about was how her perfect little teenage tits might feel in his hands, how pink her nipples might be under that top... And then there was the question that weighed on him most, that had haunted Greg over the last week. What did his little girl's unique as a snowflake pussy look like, and just how tight was it?... Was his baby girl still a virgin, Greg wondered? She'd never brought boys around the house, but he knew that didn't mean anything. For all he knew she'd been fucking through half the school. He didn't think that was in Hilary's character, but what did he really know about teenage girls? He almost wished she had been, and that he knew she was a slut, it'd make his craving for her tight teenage body just a little less sharp. He wasn't interested if she was some loose thing who'd been filled with who knew how many cocks. Of course, he didn't have the heart to ask Hilary about boys, he was too afraid of hearing the answer one way or the other.

Ever since Greg's wife left, he'd been raising his kids alone. It was just Hilary and her older brother, Patrick. Patrick was older by five years, he'd been the accident child that had Greg marrying his high school sweetheart despite a mediocre romance. Hilary had been the planned one, the child that was meant to save their marriage. It hadn't worked, obviously. But Greg's ex-wife was a real piece of work and he was happy to be done with her. She hadn't fought for the kids, and rarely called or checked in. It was almost like she'd never existed. Patrick still lived at home, at twenty-three, though he wasn't around too often. Usually it was just Greg and Hilary.

"What're you working on, baby girl?" He peered over her shoulder.

Hilary sighed. "I've got an English paper due tomorrow, on Lolita."

Greg hummed, nodding like he knew anything about the book she'd named. It sounded familiar, but he wasn't much of a reader. Hilary was the smart one in the family, academic smart at least. She was a little clueless about everything else, but Greg found it endearing. "Well don't work yourself too hard, baby, you've already gotten into university after all."

Hilary sighed and leaned back in her chair, throwing her head back. "I won't, daddy."Greg couldn't stop his eyes from wandering again to his daughter's chest. She wore a tank top and shorts, but the top was low cut and far too small to cover much beyond the nipples Greg had grown so curious of. He looked away quickly, trying not to groan or adjust himself. Hilary really had filled out, her tits were luscious, perky, bouncy handfuls and the more Greg looked at them, the more he longed to see the pretty pink nipples she kept hidden, maybe suck one into his mouth... The word 'daddy' echoed through his mind. His little girl had always called him that, but the word felt different now. It had grown along with his little girl's tits.

Greg's cock had already started hardening in his pants, he had to get out of there. Leaning over to press a kiss to her head, he left Hilary to her homework and headed into his office. He'd fuck his hand real quick, then maybe his mind would stop imagining what his baby girl's pussy looked like, let alone what it might taste like.

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"Daddy--" Hilary chewed on her big pink bottom lip, gazing up at Greg from the couch. He'd been about to sit on his easy chair, but the look she was giving him had him taking the spot next to her instead. They'd finished dinner earlier, just the two of them as usual, and it was time to find something to watch for the evening.

"What is it, baby girl?"

"Can I ask you about something?" She seemed hesitant and nervous.

Greg frowned, he didn't like seeing his little girl upset. "Of course, kiddo, what's up?"

"I want to know about sex." She spoke in a rush of words, her cheeks getting pinker with every one. "It's just that I'm going to be going to college soon and I don't feel ready. My friends talk about things all the time but I never know what they mean and I'm too embarrassed to ask." Hilary pulled her legs onto the couch and turned toward him. She was wearing a long t-shirt and panties, her usual choice of PJs, something Greg had had enough trouble with over the last week. But now she seemed to have forgotten that the way she was sitting meant that her white cotton panties were visible to him. He had to tear his eyes away from the sight of her little pink pussy lips glimmering through the fabric. If he wasn't mistaken, there was even a little wet spot.

"I guess your dad really dropped the ball on that one, didn't I?" Greg answered, trying to laugh. He shifted in his seat, managing to adjust his swiftly hardening cock without her noticing. "I always thought your mom would be the one to tell you about the birds and the bees, I suppose I forgot that with her gone it was up to me."

Hilary smiled, but she wasn't looking at him, she was drawing circles on her knee with her fingernail. "It's okay daddy. I understand."

"Well, let's fix it now. What do you want to know kiddo?"

"Everything, I guess." She admitted quietly.

Greg tried not to groan. Everything? His little girl didn't know anything about sex, even though she was eighteen? He wanted to laugh, that answered his question about whether she was cherry tight or a loose set of over used teenage holes. Hilary had been going to an All Girls school since she was a pre-teen, so he supposed it made sense, but it shared a campus with the boys' school, so surely she encountered them often enough. But... fuck, she was innocent... maybe untouched, even? "Well, sex is something that people do with each other, to feel good. And sometimes they do it to make babies, but I won't lie to you, kiddo, most of the time it's just because it feels really good."

"Good how, daddy?"

Greg's heart was hammering in his chest and his cock was now rock hard, pressed to the fly of his jeans and begging for release. He watched Hilary for a moment. She still couldn't look at him, her tongue shot out to wet her pretty pink lips... those lips would look good wrapped around his cock. Her chest was rising and falling, the shape of her juicy tits nicely visible through the t-shirt. If he wasn't mistaken, his little girl wasn't wearing a bra. "It's not really something that can be explained, baby girl. You kind of just have to feel it."

Hilary let out a frustrated breath.

Greg knew the answer to his next question, but he asked it anyway. He had to hear her say it. "Are you a virgin, kiddo?"

Hilary nodded, still looking down at her knee. "Yes daddy. But there are things I can do on my own, right? So I can learn how good it feels?"

Greg frowned, he didn't like the sound of that at all. If his little girl was cherry tight and utterly untouched, he didn't want her ruining her own purity with some lifeless toy or her own clumsy fingers. "Not for your first time, baby girl. Don't you want a boy to make you feel good?"

"Yeah, but I can't talk to the boys at school. I get too nervous." She whined.

"Then you should just wait, Hilly. The boys will be much better when you get to university, you don't want a high school boy anyway."

Hilary let out a long breath. "You're right, daddy. Thank you."

Greg smiled and tapped her on the nose. "Anytime, baby. Do you want a hug?" He tried to keep his eyes from drifting to the outlines of her breasts... He couldn't stare at them, but he wouldn't mind having them pressed to his chest in a hug.

Next he knew, Hilary was wrapping her arms around her daddy's neck and pressing her face to his shoulder. She was nearly in his lap, Greg returned the hug and savoured the sensation of her soft, perky tits pressed to his chest. He rubbed her back as the hug continued, his hand drifting down to her lower back before he forced it to still. This was his daughter, he had to remember. His cherry-tight, virgin daughter...

When Hilary pulled away, she was smiling wide. "I'm going to go get a drink and then can we watch a movie, daddy?"

"Of course, kiddo. Grab me a beer while you're in there?"

Hilary nodded and then leapt from the couch. The movement made her t-shirt lift, Greg had a brief look at her panties as she walked away from him, the soft white cotton had bunched between the cheeks of her ass to give him the perfect view of her pale cheeks. He let out a quiet groan and once she was out of the room, used the time to adjust himself. His cock was rock hard, he tried not to think about what that meant, tucking it into the waistband of his pants so his little girl wouldn't get a surprise when she returned.

When Hilary returned to the living room, she had a beer for him and a popsicle for herself. As she sucked it into her mouth Greg let out an involuntary groan and tried to disguise it as a cough. He tried to watch the movie, but he couldn't stop glancing at his little girl. She was really savouring it, slurping and wrapping her plush lips around its shaft, bobbing it in and out of her mouth. It couldn't possibly have looked more like his little girl was giving the popsicle a blowjob, and yet Greg could tell she had no idea how lewd she was being. At one point, she pulled it from her mouth and a dribble of pink spilled out over her lips. Hilary giggled, using her finger to push it between her lips. "So messy." She said to herself with a quiet giggle. Greg had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from uttering a sound. By the time she'd finished, his cock was harder than it had ever been, throbbing in his pants, and Hilary's lips were pink and swollen from the cold.

Halfway through the movie, Hilary couldn't stop yawning. She was curled on the couch next to him, fortunately she'd covered herself in a blanket so Greg could stop trying to steal glances when her shirt rode up.

"Do you want to go to bed, kiddo?" He asked, running his hand over her soft hair.

"No, I want to finish the movie." She yawned again. "But can I lie on you in case I fall asleep?"

Greg swallowed and shifted in his spot, a quick check ensured his still rock hard cock remained tucked away. "Of course, baby girl."

Hilary gave him a tired smile before she turned and lay her head in his lap, snuggling in with a sigh. Greg tried to keep his breathing steady as he looked down at his daughter's head, so close to his throbbing cock. She looked up at him with another grin before returning her attention to the TV. Her lips looked even pinker and plumper than usual, Greg could almost visualize the sight of his cock disappearing between then... He coughed to hide the sound of the groan he couldn't hold back. With a deep breath, he settled in and tried his hardest to ignore the thoughts racing through his mind. He ran his hand through Hilary's hair, brushing it softly as they finished the movie.

That night, after he'd carried his sleeping daughter to her bedroom and forced himself to leave her without peeking under her t-shirt, Greg returned to his own bedroom where in just minutes he was cumming all over himself thinking of his daughter's popsicle pink lips wrapped around his cock.

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Greg woke feeling refreshed. He decided in that moment that he would no longer think of his daughter in any way other than as his role as her father. She was his little girl, after all, what had he even been thinking? It had been too long since he'd had sex, that's all it was. He needed to hook up, maybe he'd head to a bar that evening and see who he could find. Surely it wouldn't be too hard to find a willing fuck for the night? Greg was a good enough looking guy, he was tall with a soft but strong body, a dad bod Hilary had called it, and his proudest quality: he still had all his hair.

Now that he had a plan, a solution to his depraved problem, Greg decided to make a big family breakfast. With any luck Patrick had returned late last night and would join them, but if he hadn't then Greg and Hilary would enjoy a little Sunday morning feast all to themselves.

When he finished cooking up the bacon and pancakes, Patrick stumbled into the kitchen. He looked awful, clearly hungover. Greg laughed. "Nice of you to give your father proof of life. When's the last time you were home?"

Patrick grumbled something indecipherable, heading straight for the coffee pot and pouring himself an enormous mug.

"Breakfast is ready, go wake your sister." Greg told him, since he clearly wasn't going to answer the question.

But Patrick had already slumped himself into a chair at the table. "Sorry dad, it's out of the question." His voice was low and rough, like he'd spent the night yelling. "If I get up I might just be sick."

Greg sighed. "Ah, to be 23 again. I'll get her." Drying his hands on a kitchen towel, Greg made his way upstairs to Hilary's bedroom. She always like to sleep in on weekends, so he wasn't surprised that she wasn't up yet. He knocked on her door and let himself in, prepared to find her still tucked in her bed.

Instead, he opened the door to the sight of his daughter's bare pussy. She was bent over, touching her toes as she stretched. She wasn't wearing panties which meant that Greg stared at the soft flesh of her exposed cunt, stretched tight, open and glistening in the soft light of morning. His mouth gaped open and he was frozen to the spot, utterly consumed by the plump lips and soft folds of the most perfect pussy he'd ever seen. Realization washed over him and reality returned, Greg was staring at his daughter's naked cunt. And she hadn't even realized he was there. She was wearing headphones, he noticed then. Thinking fast, he stepped out of her room and shut the door softly. Then, with a deep breath he adjusted his now hard cock in his soft grey sweatpants, tucking it into the waistband and hoping for the best, and knocked on her door once more, hard and loud enough that she'd hear through the headphones.

"One sec!" Hilary called and Greg heard her shuffling around, clearly dressing herself. Then the door open and he was face to face with his smiling daughter, her cheeks were pink and her eyes bright. But all Greg could see was her pussy, glistening and pink and ripe. And now he knew that it was perfect, untouched, just begging to be broken in...

He clear his throat, forcing words out. "Breakfast's ready, kiddo. Your brother's even found his way home to join us."

Hilary beamed. "I'll be right down."

When Hilary joined them in the kitchen, Greg could barely look at her. He couldn't get the sight of her tiny pink cunt from his mind, she'd looked so soft and ripe. She'd be tight as a vice, there was no question about it. And now she was wearing almost nothing, skipping into the kitchen like she wasn't a tease on legs.

Hilary wore skin tight shorts, like the leggings she always wore but these barely covered her ass, and an equally skin tight tank top that left little to the imagination. Her tits were poking out from the thin fabric, tiny points that Greg wanted to sink his teeth into. So much for the plans he'd made that morning, to not think about his daughter's tight little body. He had to get laid, soon, that was the only solution.

Hilary joined her dad and brother at the kitchen table, sitting with her legs tucked under her like only the young can do. "Morning Pat, haven't seen you in a while." She told her brother before adding a couple of pancakes to her plate.

"Morning sis, you look like a character from some anime porn show."

Hilary froze with a forkful of pancakes raised to her mouth. "Don't be gross." She told him, but Greg saw the pink in her cheeks. His son wasn't wrong, but he was torn by the threat of her changing how she dressed around the house because of his words. It would make things easier for him, certainly, but he couldn't pretend he wouldn't miss the skimpy clothes that allowed him to imagine everything underneath.

"Patrick, don't be rude to your sister." He told them, feigning indifference.

"S'not my fault she looks like live action hentai." Patrick mumbled into his black coffee.

After breakfast, Hilary carried each of their plates to the sink. While she was stacking them, humming to herself, Patrick leaned close to Greg and whispered: "You're okay letting her walk around like that? She looks like a walking wet dream."

Greg swallowed hard, subtly adjusting his cock in his pants. "Don't talk about your sister like that."

His son gave him a long look before he finally smirked and stood from the table. "I'm going out, be home later."

"You're not going to help me clean up?" Hilary called from the sink.

"Not when you're so much better at it than me, Hil." Patrick grinned and Hilary rolled her eyes. Greg watched them, his mind a muddy swirl of thoughts and desires. He couldn't think straight, with her there, her tits practically spilling out of her top. And what his son had said... She did look like live action hentai, her big eyes and plush lips, the hard tips of her nipples poking through her shirt...

"Daddy!" Hilary whined.

"Work it out with your brother, Hilly." Greg grumbled, already stalking from the room and away from the tease that was his daughter. He couldn't be around her, not when he was this wound up. Next thing he knew, Greg was in his bedroom, seated hunched over at the edge of the bed, one hand wrapped around his cock with his phone in the other.