SHe was humming and rubbing her thighs together. She gasped every time my hands moved across them. Oh God, her breasts! They were firm and round and budding, her nipples hard and pointed. My hands moved all over her firm young torso, her stomach, her sides, her shoulders, her breasts. She leaned back into me, lifting her arms and wrapping them around the back of my neck. I reached around and started soaping her belly. I stood up and pressed my body against her back. She purred and wriggled, “That tickles, daddy.” Long slow licks, the tip of my tongue parting her slit and probing her asshole. I extended my tongue and licked her, slowly, from slit to ass. “Lean forward, baby girl,” I commanded, and she complied, exposing her smooth pink slit and tight puckered asshole. I knelt down and held her round buttocks in my hand, spreading her cheeks apart. I began by soaping up her back, starting at her shoulders and working my way down her spine. I took the soap and lathered up my hands, admiring the womanly shape of her young body, the curves of her hips, the cleft between her pert buttocks, her shapely legs. I held her shoulders and turned her around so her back was facing me. “Let’s make sure we got you good and clean shall we?”
“Well, we better make sure it’s a good one then.” I put her down. I kept thinking about this morning and getting to take a shower with you.” We kissed long and slow and deep, mouths mashed together, tongues entwined. I felt her hard mound press against my cock, all wet and slick and hot as she rubbed and ground against me slightly. She squealed and wrapped her legs around my waist. I leaned back and lifted her off the floor. I could feel her breasts mashed against my chest, my cock crushed between our stomachs. I wrapped my arms around her waist as we both laughed. Our bodies slapped together, and I was knocked backwards, struggling to keep my balance on the slippery tile floor. She leaped at me and threw her arms around my neck. With a huge grin she bounded to the shower door and flung her shirt off in one fluid movement. I turned to face her, my cock standing proudly erect and dripping with rivulets of water.
She looked at me, tugging at the hem of her nightie, an odd expression on her face: hesitant but anticipating. She was in the same spot she stood the other day when she was watching me shower, in her same shirt nightie. My little girl, looking the same as she always had but somehow different, suddenly. I turned my head, wiping water from my eyes and saw her standing there. I closed my eyes and leaned forward on my hands against the tiled wall as the hot water scoured my face. I entered the shower and let the hot spray cascade down over my body. I didn’t look like a child molester, but then who does? Did I look different? Was I a different person now? I had molested my child so presumably I had changed in some fundamental way. I leaned in to the shower cubicle to turn on the taps and looked at myself in the mirror as the water heated up. For the first time I could remember, I left the door open. I climbed out of bed and went into my en suite. She stopped at the bathroom and for a few minutes I heard the muffled sounds of her peeing and brushing her teeth. And I remembered my last words to baby girl as I left her room: “Come into the shower with me tomorrow morning and I will show you another.” From down the hall I heard her bedroom door open and her feet shuffle down the carpet. I licked them and I imagined I could still taste her as well, so young and innocent…well, not anymore, thanks to me.Īs I lay there, absent-mindedly stroking my shaft, I heard the front door slam as my wife left for work.
I could still smell her sweet little pussy on my fingers. And yet, as I thought about the things I had done with my little girl, my cock began to thicken and swell. What had come over me? What did it mean? Everything was so vivid in my mind and yet somehow foggy, like I was high or delirious and only partially remembering something I imagined. I could not believe what had happened the night before. I awoke late the next morning as if from a fever dream.