Incest Princess

Daddys Princess

After Andrew completed his final repetition, he placed the dumbbell on the bench press. He climbed out from beneath the bar and took a seat. We finished our workout for the day. Carefully, he touched his aching biceps. They had grown noticeably; the benefits of just one week of exercise were becoming apparent. Weight training had never really appealed to Andrew, but he was desperate to make an impact on the new blonde bombshell intern at his accounting office, who looked like she had walked out of a pornographic film every time she arrived. Reassuring himself that he had not been unfaithful to his wife helped ease his guilt. All he was doing was making sure he looked well at all times. In addition, it served as a safety net in the event that his marriage took a turn for the worst.

It's not like Andrew was hoping they would, you know. His one and only love in his life was Annie. He was a trumpet player in the school marching band and she was a reporter for the school paper; they were high school sweethearts. Two years after they both graduated from high school, at the age of twenty, they were married, and four years later, they had their only child. He considered Annie to be his better half, his rock, and his greatest admirer. She had also expressed her belief that he would never be able to love another person as much as she loved him. Plus, who would want to tie the knot with a 42-year-old ex-wife who works in accounting and has a teenage daughter who is 18 years old if they were to get a divorce?

Before leaving the home gym, Andrew glanced in the doorway mirror to make sure he looked presentable. Blonde, precisely six feet tall, with sparkling blue eyes, well groomed eyebrows, and a strong jawline covered in three days' worth of stubble from his lack of shaving—his roguish good looks were something he took great pride in. The remaining part of his body needed his attention. That is why lifting weights is done.

In search of a drink, Andrew made his way to the kitchen. Even though Annie usually wouldn't allow him drink when Natalie was awake or at home, she wasn't there. She was conducting investigative journalism while abroad. Andrew retrieved a Bud Light from the refrigerator, popped it, and sipped it slowly. The door to his daughter's bedroom was ajar as he made his way back to his man cave, where he usually watches TV. An inward sound of revulsion was audible. He peeked inside and inquired, "Is everything okay, Nat?"

Just about an hour ago, Natalie returned home from school. As she completed her schoolwork, she kicked her bare feet while lying on her stomach on her bed. For a brief moment, Andrew was reminded of the exquisite girl he had fathered. Natalie stood at a petite 5'4" and weighed 110 pounds. Her brown hair was styled in two braids that brushed against her shoulders. Her long eyelashes partially concealed her big brown eyes, which Andrew had always found attractive—among many other reasons—for which he had married Annie. Natalie also possessed naturally plump lips, which gave her a charming pout look that many high school girls coveted. Despite this, Natalie was still sporting braces, which she had gotten in middle school and, for some unfortunate reason, was still wearing.

As usual, Andrew would have to ask Annie to have a chat with Natalie when she returned from her trip; after all, Natalie was still sporting the Nate school uniform—a simple white cotton t-shirt and short shorts that flaunted her little behind quite nicely.

Daddy, Natalie blinked up from her thick textbook on the bed. "Oh, hello there. No problem at all. Calculus is all it is. I don't understand it, and it's incredibly difficult. A hand, would you dare?"

Andrew wondered aloud if Natalie would continue to address me with that derogatory term. Natalie had stopped using the term "Daddy" when she was eight years old, but by the time she was a senior in high school, she had reverted back to using it, likely due to a crush on her boyfriend. Andrew regretted that Natalie had used that term, as it had slightly aroused his interest and it was inappropriate for her to do so.

"Sure," Andrew replied as he entered the room. He peered over the corner of his eye and noticed the room's decor: a couple of posters of boy bands and teen pop idols hung on the walls, and a "Puppy of the Month" wall calendar was just above the light switch. Andrew had no problem with Natalie being quite the girly girl.

"Calculus isn't too bad," he said, reaching over her for the book while balancing his beer can on his knee. "There's just a few theorems you've got to remember..." He sat down on the edge of the bed, and Natalie wiggled into the middle to make room for him. After they finished, Natalie said, "Thanks, Daddy." She flashed her braces and smiled at him, saying, "You're really smart."

"Nah, I'm just good with math," Andrew joked. "It is my job, remember." He felt sorry for Natalie, who was still awkward with her metal-filled lips at 18 years old. "How was your day at school, Nat?" he asked."

"School is boring," Natalie moaned, pausing to ask her father a question. "It was okay," she said."

"Certainly, my darling. Anything at all.

She whispered to her father, "Daddy, I overheard some girls teasing me at lunch today. They said my butt is tiny and flat." Daddy, is that so?"

He always shifted the subject to his wife Annie whenever Natalie asked him one of these types of inquiries, but she wasn't here, so that was a major setback.

"Uh, well, Nat," he remarked. "I, um... "I don't think what they said was very nice," he thought as he followed Natalie's curves down to her shorts. The snug, clingy material revealed her adorable bubble butt, and the shorts barely reached her thighs. He couldn't help but wonder how she managed to get these past dress codes; he could almost make out her pants. The thought made him feel an overwhelming urge, and he resisted the urge for a while.

"But Dad, was that really true?Is my butt truly so little and flat?" Natalie inquired."

While Andrew attempted to avert his eyes from his daughter's 18-year-old posterior, the shape of her butt drew him in like a magnet.

"Daddy, I'm grateful," she murmured. As she rested her head on his lap, she turned onto her back and gazed up at him. "And how about my tits, Daddy? Do you think my tits are okay?"

Under Andrew's jeans, a semi-erection twitched as Natalie said "tits." "Uh, yes, Nat."

"Can you tell me, Daddy? Can you tell me how nice my titties are?"

Andrew speculated that she probably suffered from some sort of insecurity about her privates. I don't understand why it's my responsibility to inform her about this.

When Andrew couldn't sleep at night, he would think about this matter, making it difficult for him to talk to his daughter about it. He couldn't help but think about his own high school senior daughter, who was 18 years old. A tight, hard ass, round like a globe, was in his thoughts as he considered her physique. She had meaty tits that were little larger than an A-cup bra size, and he pondered about them.

The idea of banging her crossed his mind. He considered turning her over into her own bed and hitting her in the back till she passed out. While riding his cock, he fantasized about a cowgirl in reverse, feeling the bouncing of her ass. As her delicate lips brushed over his firm shaft, he thought of how charming she was. Her lips were slightly pursed.

For crying out loud, he had contributed to Natalie's birth, thus he knew he was completely wrong to feel this way about her. Yet he was unable to stop it. Finally, he was able to put into words the thoughts that had been circling about in his mind for quite some time.

"I really like your tits, Natalie. Your tits are perfect. They are going to look just as good at 20 as they do right now, and just as good at 50 as they will at 20. They're going to look young forever. They fit perfectly in your hands, and I bet it looks very cute when your boyfriend cums on them."

His cock was pressing down on his pants, which were between his left leg and her jawline, and the pressure was growing with each passing second. It was a raging boner contacting her face, so she had to feel it. He became even more excited at the prospect of his daughter touching her face to feel his erection and agreeing to it.

Natalie informed him, "Thank you, Daddy," while giving him another smile. Those braces make her appear adorable. "You really know how to make me feel special."

Whoa, the voice of hers! Poor thing. The sound was innocent and youthful, yet it had a seductive undertone that made him hot. As her head shifted on his lap, Natalie let out a little whimper. As he glanced down, he noticed that Natalie's breast was covered with his beer. It was probably toppled down by her motions.