It was the little pink panties that did it.
Mostly lace – and thus mostly see-through – the pair had a green ribbon running along the top of the elastic, with a tiny bow at the front he found evocative of a Christmas gift. And he wanted it.
He had noticed little Alyson's body developing long before that night – stepping out of the shower in a towel, her first bikini, walking in on her changing – but those panties womanized her, made her overtly sexual to him in a way normally limited to private fantasy. No 15 year old could be so naïve, he thought, to wear those panties in front of her father, oblivious to the throbbing in his cock it would evoke.
He watched as she walked into the kitchen, a tight, low-cut tanktop hugging her C-Cup breasts, as she went to fill a glass of water before bed. He discreetly lowered his eyes to stare at her barely hidden ass. She gulped some water, and he watched as the gulps went down her throat.
“Well Daddy,” she said, “I'm going to bed.”
“Goodnight,” he said, glancing back at the TV. He sipped some of his bourbon, and started rubbing his cock through his sweats, quickly getting hard.
He had masturbated thinking about Alyson for years now, and as she got older, the cravings and lust only got worse. His wife, Alyson's mother, was frequently out of town for work, and her absence – coupled with his new-found alone time with Alyson – continued to feed his perverse fantasies.
Sometimes he'd imagine walking in on her in the shower, her body covered in soap, and taking what he wanted. Other times he'd imagine other men, even strange men, taking her in a public rest room.
Now he was imagining her in her tight underwear, sliding into bed, her young body barely concealed by her revealing outfit. He stroked harder than usual, imagining the shock on her face when he covered her mouth.
“Oh...yeah...” he whispered.
He imagined telling her to be quiet, that she'd like it if she just stood still. If she was a good girl, she'd be okay. That it was time for them to do this – she was such a big girl now - but it had to be their secret. She would shake her head emphatically, and he'd laugh as his hand slid over her breasts, her stomach, exposed by her ruffled tanktop, and he would moan an “oh God...” as his finger traced the top of the elastic of her panties, settling with a nice squeeze of her 15 year old ass. She is softer and hotter in this submissive position than he would have ever dreamed, and traces his hand next to her breast, which he cups and squeezes through her top, overcome with lust.
“Are you a virgin?” he'd ask. Alyson, quickly realizing she had no means of escape and that her father was going to rape her, only stared blankly.
“I'm going to find out anyway, so you might as well tell me,” he said. She shook her head no. This made his cock throb harder than ever, prompting him to slide his hand up her stomach to her naked breast. He pushes his cock against the pink panties that so agitated him and she gasps; her breasts shudder as he finds and stimulates her young nipples.
“So that must feel familiar,” he said, gasping in amazement at how hot her tiny body feels underneath him. “Can daddy put his finger up there?”
That's when she struggles most of all, but can't. He moves his hand down her stomach, under her elastic, past her budding pubes, and over the slit of the young pussy he's admired for years. It isn't soaked, but it's wet.
“Alyson, you little slut,” he whispers. “You like this.” She silently stares into space as he sticks one, then two fingers tightly into her. She is frozen in fear, as her father's huge fingers probe her most private area. It starts to feel good, and she hates him for it.
He exhales and leans back in his chair – his erection is throbbing. Shaking from lust, he stands up, and walks down the hallway toward his daughter's room
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