EroticReverie

Elle

We fall asleep , together, in his bed...her bed...their bed. The bed my mother and father shared, was now one my father and ME shared. Living our little pretend life, pretending my mother doesn't exist. It's cruel. My mother is a good woman, a good wife and mother. Sure I have teenage fights and arugments with her. But did that make her a bad mother? No. I didn't hate my mother, I had no reason to. And I had no reason to fuck her husband, other than ...I was daddy's girl and the night he touched me in the hotel, whether he meant to at first or not. It woke up all the intrusive thoughts I'd had of him. The ones I ignored because I told myself that every girl probably thinks of their father , sexually. I'd convinced myself thinking of him that way was gross, and ignored the constant invasive thoughts that filled my head whenever he dressed up nice, or walked around shirtless , or his cologne wafted through the house in the morning. That night, had woken up everything. Every thought I'd ever had of him that I'd decided was too sick, too fucked up, and just some twist of the human mind that made us see everyone sexually at some point or another, all of those thoughts came back to me, all those taboo fantasies that played out in my head. And now, they were real. They had been., for over a year. 

When I wake up, he's out of bed, always the early riser of the house. He's probably at work, so I let myself fall back asleep for a bit. When I do wake up again, I walk naked to his bathroom, taking a quick shower, then grabbing a towel and going to my room to get dressed. Since I'm the only one home, I grab just a pair of panties, because I've always loved walking around next to naked in the house whenever I know it's empty. 

I brush my hair, and pull it up ontop of my head into a half assed bun and then grab my phone, and slide on my slippers and go downstairs. 

I walk to the kitchen, seeing half a pot of coffee left on the burner. I use the rest to make myself an iced coffee. After a few sips, I hear a faint voice. My brows pinching, my hands pausing with the but halfway to my lips again. My ears perking. I hear it again, the semi loud muffled voice of my father. 

I walk out of the kitchen , through the living room and towards the back of the house. I smile when I see him set up on our enclosed porch. His laptop open, and a blue tooth in his ear as he visibly argues with someone on the other line. I cock my head at his screen, and then sink my teeth into my lip. 

He's not even working, well, maybe he is, but he's also got my instagram up. One of my highlights playing of the billion fucking selfies I've taken and saved through the years. Every few seconds a new picture of me appears. I see his head turn more towards the screen as one of me from a few years ago, at the beach with my friends, pops up. I'm in a baby pink one piece, laying on pink and white striped beach towel, with the back of the suit , showing off my back, and most of my ass, considering the less than full coverage of the swim suit. 

I hear a muffled "I have to go. I'll call you back." and then watch him rip his bluetooth out of his ear and then he's clicking back as the picture goes to the next. He returns to the shot of me on the beach and snap shots the screen and then pulls up a program, and pastes it. 

I smirk as I watch him enlarge the photo and lean back. The window is open further down, so I sneak down slowly, and watch, and listen as I hear his zipper come undone and watch his arm start to move, his shoulder moving as he jerks himself to the photo of me. 

"fuck" he grunts after a few minutes of just staring at the screen and jerking himself off. 

"look at that ass baby, look at Daddys fucking girl" he groans to himself and I bite my lip hard, squeezing my thighs together. He could go into the bedroom where he thought I still was and just fuck me, but instead he was jerking off to my photo, and I dont know why that was somehow hotter to me. 

"Daddy's fucking girl" he repeats and groans and then slows his strokes and I watch him save the screen shot and then I see him scrolling through thumbnails in the folder. I can't make them out from her. 

I hear the mouse click and watch a new photo reappear, and my eyes go wide and I suck in a breath as he groans loudly at different photo. One, more than a few years ago. 

"You like Daddy's dick baby?" he groans at the photo of me , smiling while licking an ice cream cone. 

"Lick Daddy's fucking dick" he groans and I lower my coffee mug to the side on a shelf. Touching myself with one hand, then the other, one on my breast, the other sliding right into my panties. 

My dad always took me for ice cream, it was something he always did with me, from the day I was old enough to eat it I guess, and we'd done it at least every other week, up until last year, when everything changed between us. After that night in the hotel room, we havent gone again. 

"Lick Daddy's cock sweet girl" he groans. "that's it, lick that fucking dick" 

God, he was so fucking dirty. He was jerking off to a picture of me just eating ice cream. 

Then he groans, and he starts to scroll again, clicking from the photo to a folder on his screen. To another, then another, typing something in. A password protected folder, buried deep. Oh jesus christ, what the hell was he doing, what did he have to hide like that? 

He scrolls through more thumbnails, as my fingers rub my clit, and I pinch my nipple, and I watch as a view of our backyard fills the screen. I watch him press play. I slide my finger inside of my pussy as I watch the camera, clearly the video taken from inside the house, from a window upstairs, of me and my friends less than a handful of years ago, in our bikinis in the pool. I watch as the camera zooms in, ignoring the four other girls my age in bikinis, and zooming in on my tits, which were half the size they are now. 

He leans back again and starts to stroke. He wasnt lying...he's always wanted me. Or maybe not always, but definitely since before the night in the hotel. 

My pussy drips. Soaking my fingers. My cunt in god damn overdrive knowing my father has a secret stash of videos and pictures, that would be seemingly innocent enough, if not for the fact that now the camera is zoomed in on my ass as I bend over to pick up a pair of goggles near the pool. 

He clicks out of that video, going to another. A video of me from what looks like the same day, laying on a pool raft, my ass in the frame, the water sparkling around me from the sun, the cameras view panning up and down, up and down. 

"always teasing daddy...always making him want to fuck you..." he groans to himself.

"such a hot fuckin ass" he grunts and leans his head back. "Fuck Elle, god" 

I finger myself faster, sliding a second finger in. Wondering if Im going to get caught watching, or if I'll let him keep his pervy fucking secret stash of videos to himself for now. 

"You waiting for Daddy to come fuck you baby?" He groans to the screen. 

"Is that why youre showing off that sweet fucking ass in that tiny little swim suit?" 

"you want daddy to fuck his little girl?" 

My mouth parts as my fingers slip in and out, and I grab my breast as he keeps talking, keeps getting himself off to the video. 

I turn around on the float, and he groans, it takes me a bit to roll off and then sit back on it, and lay on my back instead. The camera zooming to my tits. 

He grunts loudly and I watch as I adjust my bikini top a bit on the camera. 

"yeah, go on...touch em baby" he grunts. I lift my brows in surprise, not even remembering this particular day...I never touched myself outside when my parents were home. But yes, once inawhile I would play in the pool outside if it was just me. 

"That's it , mhmm, that's it, horny fuckin girl" he grunts and jerks himself off as I rub my tits a little, and seem to look around a little before deciding to keep going.

"Oh yeah, touch those sweet fucking tits" he grunts and I clench around my fingers. 

"Show em to daddy, show me those fuckin-ung" he groans, when I pull my top to the side and palm my breast, then the other, my hands groping my bare tits in the pool.

"thats right you little slut, pinch those fucking nipples" he grunts as I do it, I watch my hands pinch my nipples and my body squirm slightly on the raft.

My father had video of me, masturbating. He's had it...for YEARS.  I nearly fucking cum, wondering how many times he's cum to this video. How many times he's jerked himself to the photo of me licking the ice cream. How long has he been doing this for? At least a handful of years. 

He groans loudly, head going back, and I watch a bit of cum spurt up and then down onto the floor a foot away from him.

I pant softly as I try to reach my climax, wanting to cum with him. Wanting to get off to my fathers dirty perversions of a slightly younger me. 

I bite my lip and gasp as he turns his head, looking right at me in the window, smirking.

"Come clean daddy's mess Elle. " he says and I blink, panting, breathing hard as I drop my hand from my breast, and take the other out of panties and walk to the door and out to him. 

"You knew I was watching" I say as he slides his chair back, the video of me in the pool still playing on his screen. 

"Not at first...but yes." he says and then reaches his hand out, sliding it over my waist and pulling me to him, sitting me on his lap and pulling me back to his chest. He takes my arms and makes me lift them, arms folding at the elbow as I reach back behind him and his hands slide up to my tits. 

"These grew so fucking nice" he whispers and squeezes them and I whimper as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. 

""h-how long...h-have you been...how old was I when you started jerking off to me" 

"Not much longer before this video was taken.." he says.

I arch my back, and his one hand slides down my stomach and into my panties.

"Why? Does that turn you on, or turn you off that I have videos of my daughter to keep my dick hard?" he asks and I whimper. 

"on" I answer. 

"Yeah? You like that you had your father being a bad fucking daddy, jerking his daddy dick for his girl?" he groans and I nod and moan as he slides a finger inside of me. 

"I've been fighting the urge to fuck you for years Elle" he groans. I moan as my hips roll and his fingers thrust in and out slowly.

"Father shouldnt have that fucking urge Elle....but look at you.....look at you now....look at you then...how the fuck was I supposed to keep my hands off that?" he groans and I whimper. 

"Maybe deep down, I knew it was you that night in the hotel....maybe my body knew it was my little girl laying next to me...maybe my dick sensed that tight wet daughter pussy beside me" 

"fuck" I exhale.

"this week...wont be long enough..." he groans. 

"I need to get you pregnant again Elle" he whispers and I clench on his fingers. 

"I flushed the pills, every last one." he whispers. 

I clench harder, my pussy gripping his fingers and I nearly cry. 

"I want you breedable again" he groans and I curse, throwing my head back as I cum. 

"can't wait...." he murmurs in my ear as I cum. "Can't fucking wait to get your pussy pregnant again"