31 comments/ 117960 views/ 131 favorites Cassie Colt-Legs By: twistedjoe37 All characters are over eighteen years old. * I came home from the gym to find my teenaged daughter, Cassie, sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. She looked up when I came in and I could immediately tell I was in for some drama. If Cassie didn't have a smile on her lovely face, something was wrong. Since it was just the two of us living in my house, I was the only one she could vent on. "Hi Daddy," she said. "Hi yourself." I tried to act normal while I waited for the storm to hit. I went and grabbed some lemonade from the fridge. "I'm so bored!" Cassie said, throwing down her magazine. "Well... it's Friday night. Aren't you doing something with Kayla?" "No." "Tasha?" "No." "Um... Dawn?" "No! I hate all of them! God, why are you asking so many questions?" With that, Cassie stormed up to her room while I sighed and finished my juice. After a few minutes, I followed her upstairs. "Cassie?" I called through her door. "Can I come in?" "No!" "Do you want to talk about it?" "No!" "Alright." I got in the shower and let the hot water wash the sweat off me. I was just finishing up with the body wash when I heard Cassie come in to the bathroom. This wasn't an unusual thing to have happen, as Cassie often came in to talk while I was in the shower. I'm not sure why that was, though I suspect that it had something to do with having a captive audience. My shower stall had a frosted glass wall, so she couldn't really see me naked, and she usually left around the time that I turned the water off. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Daddy. I just get so irritated." "With me?" "No, with the kids at school. You know what Dawn called me today? Right in front of everyone? Cassie Colt-Legs. You should have heard them laughing. Hiiiii-larious, I'll tell you." "Why did she call you that?" "Why do you think? Cause I have the body of a freakin' twelve year old." I opened the door a crack so I could look my daughter in the eye. She was very thin, it was true, and hadn't developed as much as her friends. She wore an A-cup bra, and had narrow hips and yes, coltish legs. On the other hand she had lovely, light brown eyes and some of the best bone structure I'd ever seen. She had the prettiest angelic face, with full lips and a gorgeous smile. "Cassie, you're a beautiful girl. I don't want to hear any different out of you do you understand?" "Thanks, Daddy. I just... wish I was more of a woman." I closed the door again and started finishing up my shower. "It's not just big tits that make a girl a woman, angel. Besides, you're not even out of high school; who knows how you'll turn out." "Tasha says I won't hit puberty till college." "Yeah, well Tasha's getting fat." Cassie giggled at this as I turned off the water. I opened the shower door enough to reach for my towel, and Cassie was leaving as I thought she would be. I opened the door the rest of the way as she was exiting the room, but unexpectedly she turned and looked back at me. I was standing there, naked and dripping, in front of my own daughter. Her mouth opened a bit in surprise when she saw me, and her eyes drifted down to my cock. I covered up with the towel, but I wasn't in a hurry about it. In truth, I spend a lot of time in the weight room, and I take a typical gym rat's pride in how I look naked. "I..." Cassie seemed to forget the rest of what she wanted to say, and just turned and exited, closing the bathroom door behind her. I immediately regretted not covering up faster, but then I just shrugged and dismissed the thought altogether. She was the one who liked to talk while I was in the shower, and besides she'd really only seen me for a second. Cassie's mom had left when she was about seven, and was now living on the east coast with a succession of different men. Over the years, her contact with our daughter had grown less and less frequent, and now she wasn't really a part of our lives at all. Cassie held a lot of resentment towards her, but she had also done her best to fill in for her at home. This was ironic because her mom had been lazy around the house and terrible in the kitchen, and Cassie wasn't either of these things. She kept the condo we shared spotless, and she put a lot of love into the dinners she'd make for us. Maybe she was trying to be the woman her mother should have been, I can't say for sure. She was the best little "wife" I could have asked for, though. I know some teenagers give their parents a really hard time, but Cassie was my angel. She took care of me as much as I took care of her. Tonight, though, my little girl was very pensive as she ate her spinach salad. She hadn't said a word the whole meal. "Want some wine?" I asked. Cassie looked up and smiled. I didn't often let her drink, but this seemed like a decent night for it. I went and opened us up a bottle of a crisp pinot grigio and brought it back to the table. Cassie finished her first serving of wine pretty quickly, and held out her glass to me. I shook my head as I filled it for her. "Okay, but this is all, and only because it's not a school night." "Yes, Daddy. Mmm... it's so good. Just what I wanted." "Are you still upset about that thing Dawn said?" "No. Maybe. I don't know." "Kids are cruel, baby girl. You know that." "I know, but we're not really kids anymore. I don't know why she always wants to tear me down so much." "Because you're a beautiful girl and it threatens her." Cassie laughed and took another drink. "I doubt it. She's got a great ass and big boobs and the guys are always falling all over her." "Spend a lot of time looking at her ass, do you?" "Daddy..." "Sorry, angel. You are beautiful, though, and you'll grow into yourself." "Not every girl does." The evening sun was glinting off the pool outside. It was September, and still warm, but the days were getting shorter and the evenings were starting to cool off faster. I touched Cassie's hand to help snap her out of her down mood. "Want to go for a swim in a bit? We're running out of good evenings for it." "Um... no, I don't really want to." "Come on, you love our evening swims. That's why we put in the pool." "Dad, I was eleven. Plus, I'd probably still fit in the same swimsuit." "Now you're talking crazy. Is that why you don't want to go? You don't want to wear your bikini?" Cassie shrugged and I choked back a sigh of frustration. She really was beautiful; it just wasn't a Playboy model kind of beauty. Her sexuality was more of the nymphet type, but it was there. I was sure that there were hordes of boys at her school who wanted to do things to her that I really didn't want to think about them doing. "Look, maybe we can just go in the hot tub, then. After dark, when it cools off a bit. Would you like that?" Cassie smiled again and then suddenly came over and sat on my lap. I slid my chair back from the table to make room for her. She was light. Barely any weight at all on my legs. Despite how tiny she was, she still managed to feel soft and perfect in my arms. "Thanks, Daddy. You're so patient with me. You're the best man I could ask for." I held my baby girl for a while, not even noticing her slip of the tongue, until she corrected it. "The best dad, I meant to say. You know what I mean." "Sure, angel, I know what you meant. I'll do the dishes tonight. Why don't you just relax a bit, and I'll see you in the hot tub when it gets dark." "Okay." *** The angel that often sits on my right shoulder told me not to bring a new bottle of wine to the hot tub, but as usual the devil on my left shoulder won out. In my opinion, the warning you see on hot tubs against drinking alcohol in them should be federally banned. There is simply no better combination of worldly things than a good bottle of wine, a hot tub set to a perfect temperature, and a clear night sky. Well, unless you add a beautiful woman into the mix. In my case, the angel-faced teenager sliding into the tub with me was my daughter, but I'd take it as there really wasn't anyone else I'd rather spend time with. I suppose that's why I was still single heading into my forties. Women don't seem to like sharing their man's heart with another pretty girl, even if it's his own child. Regardless, I couldn't possibly put anyone else first in my life so long as Cassie was around. In the dim blue light coming from the tub, I could see Cassie in her bikini. Despite her girlish body she looked incredible. Her small, rounded breasts and slightly flared hips were just enough to give her a feminine shape, and I can't imagine a more perfect midsection than hers. Those coltish legs dipping into the water declared her youth, and gave her an aura of the forbidden that would set a wicked man salivating. It was thoughts like these that I pushed out of my head as Cassie took a seat on the bench across from me. My cock had begun to thicken in my trunks, and that wasn't something I needed to have happen just from looking at my little girl's body, no matter how nubile. "Mmmmm.... God, Daddy, this feels amazing. This was such a good idea." "Yeah, it's a perfect night for it. Did you finish your homework?" "Yeah, my teachers aren't giving me too much over the weekends this year, thank God. I'm all yours." "Perfect." "Hey, you brought wine, no fair." "Sorry, angel, I couldn't resist. Do you want me to go get you some juice or something?" "Can't I just have one more glass?" "No, you already had two glasses tonight." Cassie gave me a pout, but I ignored it and lay back to look at the stars. Cassie slid in next to me and put her head on my shoulder. "I wish we were somewhere where we could see the stars better." "Yeah, me too. Maybe we should try camping before it gets too into fall." "That would be so great! Dawn was telling me next time we go camping she and her mom want to go with us." "I thought you and Dawn were archenemies now over the Colt-Legs thing." "No, she was just being a bitch. It's not like I never do it to her." "So you're okay, then?" "Yeah, I guess. I just..." Cassie got quiet and I just kept looking up, trying to find the north star amid the smog and lights of Orange County. I figured she was just trying to find the right word, but when I looked down she looked so sad. I couldn't tell if it was a tear or a drop of water from the hot tub that I saw glistening on her cheek. "Hey, what's the matter? I thought you were okay now." "I'm just tired of feeling ugly. You wouldn't understand." "Cassie, anyone next to you feels ugly. I understand fine." "No you don't! How can you? You have the nicest body I've ever seen on a man in person, Jesus dad. My friends would all fuck you in a second, and you're old." "Um... thanks?" "Sorry, that was probably weird. It's not like I perv on you or anything, I just hear about it from my friends. How hot my dad is, I mean. It's annoying." "It's okay, I think it's a nice compliment. Except for the part where I'm old. I'm only twenty five years older than you, you know." "Yeah but that's more years than I've been alive by a long way. Don't get any creepy thoughts about my friends either, you're not allowed to fuck them." "That's quite a mouth you have on you tonight." "Sorry. I know I shouldn't swear, I'm just in a weird mood." I went back to looking at the stars, but after a moment I felt Cassie's fingers prying my wine glass out of my hand. I gave her a "what do you think you're doing" look, but I let her take it. She drained it in one go, and then put it back in my hand. "Oh! You're out of wine, Daddy. Here, let me get you some more." She took the glass again and filled it from the bottle, then gave it back. I took a sip and then handed it back to her, and she treated me to another one of her smiles before she had a sip of her own. We spent about twenty minutes in the tub, not speaking, just cuddling and looking up at the stars and sharing the wine. I couldn't remember feeling happier or more relaxed. The next thing I knew, the bottle was empty. Cassie stirred against me and shifted back to her own bench. "I should get out before I get all pruny." "Okay, angel. I'm going to stay in a while I think, it feels great out here." "Yeah it does. Maybe I'll just stay a few more minutes." "Sounds good." I returned once again to looking at the stars, but I felt Cassie's eyes on me so I looked back down to her. "What's up, kiddo?" Cassie grinned mischievously and went and turned on the jets full blast. Instantly, the top of the tub became a glowing froth and a hard jet of water blasted into my back. My back had been tricky for years, and the jet of hot water against it felt great. I groaned in appreciation. "Even better, angel. Good idea." Cassie, still grinning, reached around behind herself and unhooked her top. She shifted a little lower in the tub, so that only her head and shoulders were exposed, and then removed her top altogether, placing it on the side of the tub. "What's this? One minute you're feeling too insecure to swim and now you're going topless?" Cassie shrugged and did something I absolutely did not expect. She'd never even taken her top off in the tub before, but now I saw her hand come up out of the water, holding her bottoms as well. She placed them on top of the rest of her suit. My daughter had just stripped naked. I couldn't see her with the jets on, but I was intensely aware of her nudity. My cock stretched out along my leg as my mind raced to take in my new circumstances. "What do you think of that?" my daughter asked, laughing a little. "I think I should have cut you off at two glasses with dinner." "Psh. I come out here like this all the time. I love the way it feels to be naked in here. So free... mmmmm." "Well I hope you don't have other people out here with you." "Sure I do. Dawn and Tasha and Kayla. We hot tub all the time when you're out on a date or with your friends. What did you think we did, play Candy Land? Besides, you can't see anything." I laughed and shook my head and then decided that the best reaction was no reaction. It was a little challenge from my daughter, probably a normal part of growing up. I lay back and closed my eyes and tried not to think about my teenaged daughter and her friends all out here naked together in my hot tub. That didn't go over too well with Cassie. She got quiet for a while and then muttered "I suppose there isn't much to see anyway." "Cassie I want you to stop talking like that. I told you before, you're beautiful. I'm not just saying that as your father, I'm saying it as a man. You're a beautiful, sexy young woman. I know you're feeling down on yourself right now but believe me, there is plenty to see. If I were a boy your age I'd be going out of my mind right now." Cassie thought this over for a bit and then shrugged. "Thanks, Daddy." "Just don't be so hard on yourself." "Okay." Cassie rose up out of the water a bit, exposing her breasts. I tried to look away, but couldn't. I tried to say something, to tell her to get back in the water or to cover up, but I couldn't. Cassie just looked at me with this strange blank expression, and then slid the rest of the way out of the water. For a length of time that was probably less than thirty seconds, but seemed like much longer, my daughter stood at the edge of the hot tub, as naked as the day she was born. I hadn't seen her that way since she was eleven. She turned to the side a little, and I could see all of her. The slope of her girlish breasts, the gentle swell of her ass, and the downy hair over her pussy. She was glistening from the water on her skin, lit by the soft glow of the underwater lights. My cock was a rod of iron inside my shorts. I was very glad the jets were on. "I couldn't find my towel," she said as I stared at her. Then she wrapped herself up and picked up her suit. "I'm going to go take a shower." I licked my lips and swallowed to restore my powers of speech. "Okay, sweetie." The next day I had a solid ton of work to do in the house, the garage and in our small backyard. Cassie stayed at home for the day, and she spent the morning deep cleaning the kitchen and living room. She went and messed around on the Internet after that, but I once again had to take a moment and appreciate how easy I had it as a dad. Cassie could have rebelled without a mom around. She could have done poorly in school, hung out with a bad crowd, gotten into drugs, or just been a wanton slut dating every scumbag guy at her school. Instead she was a straight A student with dreams of going to UCLA or even Stanford, a whiz in the kitchen, and a ton of help with keeping the house clean. She even kept a little flower garden in front. She hadn't really started dating yet, though she was certainly of an age to. She was the best daughter in the world, I was sure of it. That night we cooked dinner together, me grilling up a couple of steaks in the backyard, her sautéing some veggies and red potatoes in the kitchen. I kept finding my eyes wandering to the hot tub, remembering what she had shown me the night before. I made a mental note not to let her have so much wine in the future, but when I came in with the steaks and saw she had opened a bottle of syrah I found myself not saying anything against it. "Good choice," I heard myself say. "You said it goes great with barbeque." "It truly does." Grilled steak with a good wine is always excellent, but tonight the tastes seemed more vivid and the bouquet of the wine just a bit stronger. Cassie had dimmed the lights and lit a candle that she set on the table. "It feels like a date, doesn't it?" she asked. "Nah, old guys like me don't get to date beautiful young women like you." "Dad, you date young women all the time. What was Kristen... twenty four? That's not even ten years older than I am, you perv." "Well... they're important years." Both of us laughed at that. Kristen had been a hottie, but she hadn't lasted too long; the prospect of a serious relationship with an actual adult man had been too much for her. She'd gone back to a guy her own age, but I hadn't minded too much. If I were to be honest with myself I'd have to admit that the women I dated were basically just sex partners. They tended to be too young for me and there really wasn't room for a woman in my life until Cassie went off to school. I just wanted to enjoy my time with her while I could. Cassie had two glasses of wine again, but stopped herself there. The pinot grigio the night before hadn't really affected her that much, especially since I'd only poured her small glasses. The syrah was a much stronger wine though, and she had poured a healthy amount of it for each of us. She was a little drunk by the end of the dinner. "Daddy, I really like this wine." "Careful, baby, it's strong." "I can feel it. It feels... really good." I just shook my head. I loved my daughter more than anything, but I was clearly a bad influence on her. "Do you want to go in the hot tub again tonight?" she asked. "That sounds great, angel." "I want to do the dishes first and then get in my bikini. Why don't you get ready and meet me after dark?" My heart was racing as I went up to my room to get ready. A part of my mind was screaming at me to call off my "date" with my little girl, but that part was divorced from the rest of me. I didn't have the willpower to call it off. I didn't even have the willpower to seriously consider it. All I could think of was the few seconds I had seen Cassie in the nude. That vision had haunted me all day, and I wanted -- needed -- to see her again. I didn't even know if I would, but I had to find out. Cassie Colt-Legs My cock hung thick and heavy in the shower. I thought about doing something to relieve the pressure, but I couldn't bring myself to do that either. Maybe later tonight, but not before the date. I wanted that ache with me. I did promise myself one thing: I promised that I would be a good father in that tub. Cassie was working through something, and apparently I had a part to play in that, but I wouldn't push her or do anything seductive. If she wanted to remove her suit, I knew that I wouldn't have the will to stop her, but I wouldn't encourage her. I whispered a small prayer to whomever might be listening that I would have the strength to keep that promise to myself. My daughter was everything to me. I didn't want to hurt her in any way. Cassie brought another bottle of wine with her to the tub, but only a single glass. The bottle was already open. "I thought we could share again," she said as she poured, and then slid her body next to mine and handed me the glass. We sat like that for a good twenty minutes, looking up at the stars like the night before. She asked me about work and if I was going to start dating anyone again soon. "No one really has my eye right now, baby girl." "No one?" I looked down at her, but when I saw her looking back up at me, only inches away, I found that I couldn't hold her gaze. "I'm sorry I did that last night, Daddy. When I got out of the tub naked, I mean. I don't know what came over me I... I mean..." "It's okay, angel, no big deal." "No wait, I want to explain. At first when I sat up a little higher, I just wanted to see if you'd even notice my breasts were showing, because they're so small. Then when you looked at me like you did, it just... it made me feel like a woman, that's all. I wanted to feel that more, and to kind of... reward you for looking at me that way. Does that make any sense?" "It just surprised me, angel. I didn't expect it. I hope I didn't creep you out by looking at you." "No, no it was fine. I... hmm. I need a sip." Cassie took the wine glass with a trembling hand. She drained it, refilled it, and then handed it back. Once again, we emptied the wine bottle within the hour. When it was gone, Cassie moved to the other bench. "I think I'm going to be an alcoholic when I grow up." "Well that's ambition for you. Feeling good?" "Mmm hmm... I love wine. I tried a couple of beers at a party a few months ago, but it's just not the same. It's a different high." I considered my daughter for a moment. I knew she was at the age where alcohol was going to start appearing at parties, but to hear it from her was a bit different. "What else have you tried?" "Nothing, Daddy." "It's okay, angel, you can tell me." "Well I tried pot this ONE time, and it was okay, I guess... but wine is my favorite. Especially here with you like this. I don't have to worry about anything or what anyone thinks. I know you love me and that I'm safe with you." "Pot's pretty harmless, I guess. I'm glad you like it here though, Cassie. I love my time with you, and I'll take as much as I can get." Cassie gave me that blank look again, while she wound a wet lock of hair around her index finger. "I am safe with you, aren't I, Daddy?" "Of course you are." Cassie went and activated the jets again, and once again she removed her suit, keeping her eyes on mine all the while. First the top, then the bottoms, just like the night before. She kept her body below the bubbles though, so I couldn't see her. She sat naked across from me for several minutes, both of us just looking at the other in silence. Eventually she grinned and I felt her foot reach out and tap my shin. I jumped. "You know, Daddy, this feels really good. You don't have to keep your trunks on if you don't want. It doesn't have to be weird." "I don't know if that's a good idea." "Oh come on, we're a little past that, don't you think? You let me take my suit off, and I'm sitting here all naked. You said I'm safe with you... what's the big deal?" I reached down and slid my trunks down my legs as my daughter smiled across at me. She shifted around and dipped the back of her head in the water, wetting her hair and brushing it away from her face with her hands. "Okay, no one hears about this," I said in my best 'dad' voice, "I don't want to have to explain it." Cassie laughed. "Don't worry, Daddy, I won't tell on you. It was just awkward with you being dressed and me not." "Okay." "Relax." "I'm trying." "Daddy?" "Yeah?" "Relax." "Okay." Cassie lay back and looked at the stars, but I was a wreck. I was deathly afraid of getting a huge erection, even if Cassie couldn't see it beneath the churning water, and though I usually felt very comfortable in my skin I now felt really, truly, naked. I felt like my daughter was going to look right through me, into my soul, and be horrified by what she saw building in there. Eventually I did try to do some more stargazing, and it did help me to unwind a little, but only a little. The more I let myself sink into that tub, the more I let that warm, perfect feeling wash over me, the more I felt my cock thicken. Then I'd tense up all over again. Still, little by little, the relaxation was winning. In truth there had never been a really strong father / daughter "wall" between Cassie and I. We were always close, and had always been friends. Something like that wall had presented itself when she first asked me to take off my trunks, but it was coming down as fast as it had gone up. I felt Cassie's foot on my lower leg again. "Daddy, I'm going to get us another bottle of wine." "Don't you think you've had enough? We've already had two bottles tonight." "Yeah, but it's been over the whole evening. It's starting to wear off. You can look away if you want, I don't care either way." I didn't. Cassie turned away and got out of the tub, and my eyes never left her tight, nymphet's ass as she made her way back to her towel. She wrapped up in it and went inside, but came back in a few minutes with a bottle of some type of white wine. I couldn't see the label from where I was. My daughter set her towel on the table and walked to the hot tub in nothing but her skin. My eyes roamed over her. Over her breasts, over her tummy over her... God, she'd shaved her pussy. My cock turned to steel in the water. Cassie slid over to my side and filled our glass. She was only inches away from me. Her knee brushed up against my thigh. She took a sip of the wine and then handed me the glass. I drained it in one swallow and she laughed. "Yeah, you seemed like you needed that." "I did, and I'll have another." I only drank half of that glass at one go. I held onto the rest and let myself sink into the tub. Cassie stayed by my side but at the very edge of the bench, her eyes sparkling. I closed my own eyes and let the wine wash over me and the sound of the jets fill my ears. I let myself drift. Being nude in a hot tub really does feel fantastic. I felt the tension go out of my shoulders and thighs as the heat and the jets washed it away. My cock stayed rigid, but somehow I came to terms with that as well. I felt Cassie slide her body next to mine. I felt her breasts against my ribcage, and her leg tangle with my own. She took the wine glass from my hand and took a sip before returning it. I started to shift to give her room -- as if it had been a mere accident that she'd pressed into me like that -- but she laid her soft hand on my chest. "Shhh... shhh, Daddy, it's alright. Just stay." So I put my arm around her and looked to the stars while she laid her head on my shoulder. I knew this was way over the line, but we stayed like that for maybe half an hour. I never wanted to move again, but I suppose that never works out. "Daddy, I'm going to get out, okay?" "Okay." "I'm going to take a shower." I swallowed. "Okay." Cassie leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, and then pulled away from me. She climbed out of the tub slowly, not looking at me, not showing herself to me in any obvious way, but not hiding herself at all either. Her beauty was painful. The shape of her body burned itself into my eyes. To this day I can't close them without seeing Cassie as she was that night. The way the back of her narrow thighs ended in a sudden slope that became the girlish swell of her ass. The way her wet hair hung down as she dried her legs, tummy and breasts and finally the soft, bare mound of her pussy before covering up completely and going inside. I was shaking. My cock ached from being so hard. I was a madman. I followed her inside after a few minutes. I tried to cover up in a towel but it was ridiculous. My cock simply could not be contained; it stuck out in a huge bulge, making it hard to get the small towel to stay around my waist. With a sigh, I tossed it aside. I walked naked through the house like I was in a dream, my cock jutting out obscenely. I made my way up the stairs and found that Cassie had indeed gotten in the shower. I half expected the door to be open, but it wasn't. I went to my bed and lay back. My hand went to my dick for a moment, but then I took it away. As badly as I needed to cum, it wasn't my fingers I wanted to feel wrapped around my shaft. I closed my eyes and willed my breathing to slow down and my heart along with it. I tried to come down from whatever cloud I had climbed up on. I just focused on my breathing. In and out. Calm down, Dan... calm down. I might have dozed off, I'm not sure. I wasn't aware of it when the shower ceased in Cassie's bathroom. I wasn't aware of anything at all until I felt her eyes on me as I lay naked on the bed. There was Cassie, wrapped in a towel, leaning against the door frame and watching me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Looking down at her father's naked body. My cock wasn't standing up anymore, but it was still half hard and laying thick along my right leg. She could see every inch of me. Cassie met my gaze, and then she slid the towel off of her body and slowly wrapped it around her hair. I feasted on the shape of her. Her small breasts, her narrow shoulders and flat tummy and bare pussy. Her coltish legs were the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. My cock stiffened, and Cassie watched it grow until it was standing rigid once again. Her mouth opened softly while she watched, and I could see her chest move in and out as her breathing quickened. "Goodnight, Daddy," she whispered, and walked to her room. I heard her shut the door. I climbed under the sheets and tried to sleep, which was surprisingly easy. When I woke the next morning there were traces of cum on the sheets. My first wet dream since I was Cassie's age. What was my beautiful baby girl doing to me? The next day was a Sunday, and I hit the gym hard. I had to get some perspective on all this before I did something to ruin my relationship with my daughter. First, a five mile run on the treadmill at a grade to get my lungs screaming for air so badly that I couldn't think about how Cassie's soft lips would taste, or how easily I would be able to cup my hands around her ass. Then I moved some heavy weights. Squats, deadlifts, bench press, cleans... I needed my muscles on fire so my cock wouldn't get hard whenever I thought of my daughter. I went at it for two and a half hours straight, and then showered off in water as cold as I could get it. As the shower cooled my head and body, I knew what I had to do. I had to stop this. I had to re-establish some sort of normalcy in the house. I don't know, maybe encourage Cassie to go on more dates. If I saw her naked again I was going to crack, I knew it. If she had come to me in bed last night, I don't know what I'd have done. Only I did. Even as I thought that, my brain played a porn movie on fast forward, starring Cassie and her demented dad. Before I could turn that movie off I saw myself kissing my baby girl while rubbing her soft little clit with my thumb. I saw myself kissing my way down her body, until my tongue slid into her pussy. I saw myself pull her up on her hands and knees and move in behind her, telling her to be a good girl for Daddy. I got the hell out of that shower as fast as I could. I thanked God that there hadn't been any other guys in there right then to wonder about why my cock was getting hard in the middle of a men's locker room. My brain was redlining it all the way home, trying to figure out what I was going to do. Maybe Cassie could stay with my sister while I took a vacation for a couple of weeks? That should be enough time for her to forget all this. Maybe I should just talk to her, and tell her that what I'd done was wrong and that she should keep her clothes on around me. No, I couldn't... that would be just as bad as telling her how much I wanted her. Jesus Christ in Heaven, she'd watched my cock get hard as I stared at her naked body. How the hell was I ever supposed to meet her eye again? I'd already crossed lines no father should ever cross. What was wrong with me? Every muscle group in my body was still swollen and fatigued from the gym when I got home, but my mind was still turning to images it shouldn't have. It was only nine in the morning by that time and Cassie was still asleep, so I changed into swim trunks and hit the pool for twenty laps. By that point my arms would hardly move anymore, so I climbed out and headed up to my room for another shower. I took a nice hot one this time, letting the water take the tension out of my neck and shoulders. I finally started to feel okay about everything. I'd taken things a little too far with my baby girl, but I wasn't at any kind of point of no return yet. I felt like I could still turn things around before I did irreversible harm to the only really important woman in my life. With relaxation came a wave of exhaustion. I was used to hard workouts, but I had way overdone it that morning, and I knew my body would make me pay the price over the next few days. A nap sounded just about right. A nap and then I'd make a good lunch for myself and Cassie and we'd talk things out. Things would go back to normal. I heard my bathroom door open and close. "Hi, Daddy," Cassie said. I swallowed hard. "Hi, angel." "I saw you out in the pool, you were swimming hard out there. I had to check to make sure a shark wasn't in there with you." "I just needed a good workout. I went to the gym, too." "I really love how strong you are. You're twice the man of any guy I know." "Cassie..." "What, can't I appreciate my own dad?" "Cassie look, I want to talk to you about last night." Cassie didn't say anything so I continued, "I'm glad you trust me so much and I really enjoyed that night and the night before, but I think it's better if we keep some clothes on when we're in the hot tub. I'm just a man, Cassie, and you probably shouldn't ever completely trust a man when you're around him naked. Not like that. I mean, not unless you want... Cassie, I..." "I know what you're trying to say, daddy." "Do you?" "You're saying that seeing me naked makes you want to have sex with me." "Cassie, I -" I heard the door open and shut again. I was alone in the room. I cursed myself beneath my breath. I dried off and wrapped a towel around myself and left the shower. Mine was the master bath, so it connected directly to my bedroom. I thought I'd be alone in there as well, but I wasn't. Cassie was sitting on the bed in her bikini, thumbing through some pictures I'd taken of her mom before she was born. "I wish I'd known her better," she said. "Me too." "Why didn't she want that?" "I don't know, Cassie baby. Maybe she just wasn't ready to be a mom. Maybe being a parent wasn't for her. All I do know is if she had taken the time to get to know you she'd be as crazy in love with you as I am. You're the best daughter any dad or mom could ask for." "I wish I was built more like her." "Cassie, you're beautiful. That's... part of the problem. That's why we... look, we'll talk about it in the living room, okay? This isn't really a conversation I can have in a towel." Cassie closed the album that held her mom's pictures and stood up from the bed. She headed over to me and ran one of her little hands over my chest. Her fingers felt like they carried an electric charge, and my nerves lit up beneath them. I didn't take her hand away. I couldn't. "Daddy, I trust you. I trust you and I love you. It doesn't matter if you want me. I'd rather you did." "No, baby girl." Cassie stood on her tip toes and touched her lips to mine. We kissed tentatively at first, but our next kiss was softer, and lingered for several seconds. She tasted delicious. God help me, my daughter tasted like a piece of heaven. Cassie took me by the hand and pulled me towards the bed. I resisted. "Shhh... Daddy, it's okay. You look so tired. Just lay down on your stomach. Keep the towel on, it's okay." So I did it. Like a man in a trance I lay on the bed, face down, naked except for that little towel. Cassie tried to massage my shoulders, but her hands weren't really strong enough to dig into the muscle properly. Instead, she settled for just sliding her palms and fingers over my skin, from my neck, over my shoulder blades, down to my lower back. She let them glide over the towel and then continued onto my legs, feeling my hamstrings and calves on the back and outside, and then coming back up on the inside of my thighs. Her touch was light, but it seemed to amplify sensation in every cell of my skin. My breath started coming deeply, and I started to lose the ability to think about what was happening as I sank into an erotic haze, surrendering to the pure sin of my daughter's touch. My cock hardened and extended down my leg. I'm a well-endowed man, and I know Cassie could see my dick from where she was sitting. She could see the reaction I was having to her. Again. Cassie stood up from the bed and I turned to see her taking off her bikini. She held my gaze the whole time, and as she bared her nymphet body and shaved little pussy to me I knew then that my little girl would be receiving her daddy's cum for the first time today. It had ceased to trigger a feeling of guilt in me. The only thing I could feel now was my love for her, coated and contained in layers of lust and want like a pearl around a grain of sand. Our union felt inevitable. For better or for worse, there was no stopping this now. "My turn?" Cassie asked in a voice that was more of a whisper. I stood up, and took the towel off, and let my daughter see me. Her gaze went right to my fully erect cock, and her eyes got wide and dark. She licked her lips. "Can I touch it, Daddy?" "Yes, baby girl." Cassie brought both hands to my shaft and wrapped them around it, its length equal to the width of both her hands. She caressed it in wonder, sometimes squeezing it, sometimes just running her fingers over it, examining its heat and texture. It was clearly the first time she'd ever touched a man. I gave her a minute to explore, and I found her girlish inexperience just as wondrous as she seemed to find the cock that had made her. I guided her to the bed and lay her on her stomach and sat next to her. I brought my hands -- which looked huge and rough next to the slender innocence of her back -- and massaged her gently, pushing my thumbs into the muscles of her shoulders and torso, enough to give pleasure but not pain. Cassie moaned under my hands, and I took my time to let her feel them all over her body. I rubbed my fingers into every inch of her back and ass and legs and feet, pausing sometimes to plant little kisses wherever I had just finished massaging. Cassie seemed to sink into the bedspread, her eyes closed, her breathing deep, her groans long and low. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils and possessed my mind. Cassie Colt-Legs Rather than rolling her over to continue the massage, I climbed over her body and lay next to her. She shifted her head to my chest and pressed her tight young body into me, her hand returning to my cock. I kissed her head and she kissed my chest as she touched me, still just running her fingers over my rigid flesh. I reached down and wrapped her fingers around my shaft and showed her how to stroke a man. All the while she was squeezing her thighs together, and rubbing them back and forth, going crazy with want. "Is this right, Daddy?" "Yes, angel. It's perfect." "I want you to show me everything," she said, as her legs rubbed together a little faster and a little moan escaped her lips. "I will, baby girl. We're going to be lovers now, and we'll have time for me to teach you everything you've been wondering about. Is that what you want?" "Oh God... Daddy... I...I..." Cassie tucked her head into my chest and whimpered as spasms shook her body. I held her tight as she came before I'd even begun to think about making her. "That's it, Cassie. That's my good girl, go ahead and cum." "God, Daddy... I can't believe I just came like that. Your touch and your... cock and... God, you've just got me so hot. This is all I've been able to think about since that first time you looked at me." "Me too, baby girl. Are you sure this is what you want?" "Yes. Yes, Daddy." "I don't want to rape you, baby girl. This will only happen if you want it." "God. I've lain awake at night thinking of you coming to rape me. I've... I've wanted you to. I'm so sick, Daddy. I mean it, it's literally all I've thought of since that first time. I know what a terrible thing that is to say. I'm so sick." Tears formed in Cassie's eyes, but I didn't judge her. Her need had overcome her reason. I knew exactly how she felt. I rolled her onto her back as she cried. She offered no resistance. I molded my hand over one of her petite breasts and rubbed it, enjoying the feeling of her tiny nipple hardening in my hand. Then I let my fingers trail down over her tummy and over her narrow hip and finally to the soft, smooth mound of her pussy. I cupped my daughter's sex, massaging it gently, memorizing its shape and the feeling of it beneath my hand. My little girl's vagina. The one pussy I was never supposed to touch, no matter what else, and yet the one I realized I'd wanted to touch the most for some time. I couldn't imagine a more forbidden, or paradoxically a more natural thing for a father to do. Cassie began to squirm next to me, "Daddy... oh God, Daddy... please..." I rubbed her clit in slow circles and she moaned and cooed and rocked her hips back and forth on my hand. I needed to taste her, and I started with her mouth. I took her little chin in my hand and kissed her as a lover, my tongue finding hers and exploring it. She had some experience with that at least, and for a brief instant I realized that it had probably been with one of her girlfriends. Still, she knew how to keep her mouth soft and responsive, and she returned my kiss with passion, groaning into my mouth. I kissed my way down her neck and body, trailing my tongue over her skin, enjoying each inch of her. I took each of her nipples into my mouth in turn, licking and suckling them while she writhed beneath me. While I kissed her breasts I brought my hand to her clit again and rubbed it with a faster motion. Within seconds Cassie's moans got more frantic and then she was cumming again, her sex and my fingers both soaked by her honey. I continued lower, kissing my way down her belly, and hips, making my way between her legs. I licked and kissed my daughters pussy, savoring her taste and scent and locking them in my memory. She tangled her fingers in my hair and moaned. Her clit swelled and hardened under my tongue, and I increased the speed and pressure of my attentions. If she started to pull away, I would give her a few seconds of time, kissing her vaginal lips or pushing my tongue into the sweet nectar that coated her opening until she lost some of her sensitivity. I always came back to her clit, though, and soon her body began to surrender to the loving I was giving it. Soon she was pulling my mouth tight against herself. "Daddy! Daddy... oh.... fuck... Daddy.... I didn't know... I didn't... God, it feels so good.... fuck.... Daddy I... God I'm going to fucking cum! Daddy! DADDY!" I had to hold Cassie's hips as she lost control, grinding herself on my face and tongue as she arched her back deep and a scream tore its way out of her throat. She came down in spasms, her body jerking as the remnants of that orgasm washed over her. I'd never seen a girl cum so hard. I thought for a moment that she really might pass out. She didn't, though, or if she did it wasn't for long. I kissed her pussy slowly and gently, letting her get her breathing under control as she came back to Earth. I even thought of trying to lick her to her fourth orgasm of the morning. I didn't continue my kisses, however. There would be time for that. Time for me to teach her every pleasure of the bedroom, and for her to learn to make her daddy happy and satisfied in every way, but not now. It wasn't what needed to happen at this particular moment. At this moment I needed to take her, and she needed to be taken. I moved over my daughter, my hard cock throbbing in time with my breathing. She opened her eyes and looked up at me with a combination of lust and fear and anticipation that nearly made me cum on the spot. "It's time, angel." "Yes, Daddy." I took my cock in my hand and rubbed it along her slit, savoring the heat pouring out of her body. I made the head of my member slick with her fluids, and then nudged it into her opening. I expected her to tense, but she actually seemed to relax as she spread her legs and sex, welcoming me into her. I slipped the head of my cock into my daughter's vagina, and was consumed by the feel of her. Every centimeter of my shaft was electrified, and she was as tight a girl as I'd ever taken. Yet she was so wet that I slid in easily, until I bumped into the barrier of her hymen. Finally, she whimpered and tensed around me, catching my cock in a wet, silken trap. "Are you ready, baby girl?" "Is it going to hurt?" "I'm sorry, Cassie." "It's okay, Daddy. Make me a woman. Make me yours." "Take a deep breath, angel. It's your last breath as a little girl." Cassie's breast expanded beneath me as she inhaled, and I pulled back just an inch. When she exhaled her last virgin breath I pushed into her, and her innocence was mine. Cassie cried out as I sank all the way into her, her hairless pussy stretching around her father's thick cock. "Oh! Fuck that hurt! That hurt me, Daddy... it hurt me." "It might hurt a little the first few times I enter you, sweetie, but it will never hurt that much again, and soon it will just feel good." Tears streamed down Cassie's face and I held still inside her, letting her get used to the feel of me. It took several minutes, and I almost hoped my cock would soften a little for her, but it didn't. My little girl had me so hard that I ached. "God I feel so full... so full." "Your pussy feels so good, angel. It's so incredible being inside my baby girl." "I.... I'm ready for more Daddy." "Are you sure, angel?" "Yeah... just take me, Daddy. Use me. That's all I want." Slowly, gently, I thrust in and out of my daughter as the tears continued. No matter what the stories say, when a petite teenaged girl loses her virginity to a large adult man, she's not going to cum on your cock. It's going to hurt her and it's going to hurt her quite a bit. Yet it has to happen. Cassie had wanted this from me, and I from her. Even though it caused her pain, we had to complete what we'd started. Pleasure, so much pleasure, would come later. I tried to take my baby girl gently, but my passion was too great at the end. I controlled myself as much as I could, but I still possessed her in long, deep strokes. She looked up at me through the pain and the tears. "I love you. I love you, Daddy. So much." "I love you too, angel... daddy's almost there, baby girl." "Yes. I want it. I want this, Daddy." My gut and balls tightened and my vision began to blur as my orgasm neared. The buildup was powerful, primal. It went on for thrust after thrust as I looked down into my daughter's eyes. It built into an overwhelming expansion of love and lust and heat, one that could have only one release. "God, Cassie... Cassie... angel.... love..." At the last possible moment I pulled my cock out of my daughter and she reached up and stroked it with her hand as I began to spew huge blasts of cum all over her; over her tummy and breasts and face and hair. I always cum a lot, but this time it was like cannon shots, and soon my daughter was covered in several long, white ropes of my hot, sticky seed. I groaned her name while I shot load after load for her. While I gave her everything. "Oh God... oh God, Daddy... yes! Oh my fucking God, cum all over me. God..." The sight of my semen spurting and pouring all over my little girl was the most erotic thing I'll ever see. Seeing her reach up to it, coating her fingers in it before putting them in her mouth, her tongue swirling around them as she moaned... I can't describe the pure sin of it. The pure completion. It was like nothing I could have imagined. I collapsed on the bed next to her while she traced the lines of cum with her fingers for the next few minutes, breathing heavily. Suddenly she giggled and turned to look at me, a thick trail of cum still running along the side of her face, from her jawline all the way to her hair. "God, Daddy, I'm a mess." "I'm sorry baby. I didn't want you to get pregnant." "I know, it's okay. I love it. I love your cum." She reached down between her legs and touched herself, and her fingers came up bloody. "I'm a woman now." "Yes." "Am I still your baby girl?" "You'll always be my baby girl, Cassie. I'll always love you. None of this will change that. I'll always be your daddy, and you'll always be my little girl." "Daddy... I need a bath. Will you help me?" I brought Cassie to the bath and let her soak in the warm water for a while before I rubbed her clean with a soft washcloth, just like I had when she was little. I washed her body and face and hair and her poor, tender pussy. She smiled at me with pure love, just like she did then. It was like putting a piece back in the puzzle of my heart. Bath time had always been so special for Cassie and I. how much I'd missed it until we had it back. It had a new aspect to it now of course, as now Cassie was my lover as well as my daughter, but my heart was still full to bursting as I cared for her. "Can I sleep in your bed?" "Every night if you want." "Do I have to go to school tomorrow? I... don't know if I'm going to be able to walk too well." "No, you can stay home just this one day." "Thanks, Daddy." I carried her back to bed with me and held her naked body up to mine. Even though it wasn't yet noon I soon heard her breathing get shallow and regular, and I fell into the most perfect, dreamless sleep I'd ever imagined.