Saturday Morning
Saturday dawned bright and clear, the sun streaming through the window right into your eyes so there was little chance of you getting any more sleep. Stumbling you made your way to the bathroom and did the necessary. As you were brushing your teeth you saw the soiled wash cloth from the night before and a sick feeling started in the pit of your stomach. Good god how were you going to face her today? What if she wouldn't come out of her room or if she threw a fit just from the sight of you? How could you have done that to such an innocent young girl, your own flesh and blood? You stare into the mirror for a long time looking yourself in the eyes and trying to figure out just what the hell is going on in your head.
Though most Saturday's you'd just go down in your sleep shorts and make breakfast today you get dressed carefully, pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt so that you aren't mostly naked when she sees you next. In the kitchen you start the stove and whip up the batter for pancakes, the usual treat to start of the weekend. By the time you have enough for the two of you made she's at the table having come down in her robe and a night dress that she must have slipped into when she woke.
"Good morning Baby, what would you like on you pancakes today?' You try to sound like your normal self, as if nothing that went on in the night was real. Maybe she'll accept that it was just a dream?
She looks up and smiles brightly at you, "Whipped cream and strawberries?" The request isn't an unusual one and when you look you find that you still have both of the requested items.
Once she's started eating you sit down across from her and pour syrup onto your own short stack of pancakes. "So what shall we do today Baby? Did you want to go out or stay in?" The same old usual routine conversation that you've had every Saturday since she was old enough to talk and make decisions for herself.
Today she smiles dreamily and picks at her food, "How about going to the lake?"
That makes you smile, "It's too warm for ice skating and too cold for swimming, what would we do at the lake?" You know she doesn't like fishing, says touching the worms is icky and thinks it hurts the fish when you pull the hook out to let them go.
She pops pancake in her mouth and chews thoughtfully. "Well if we can't go to the lake, how about watching a movie?" That brings back images from last night when she put in that Lolita movie and makes you blush but she keeps speaking so you're saved from having to answer her. "I saw a trailer for the new superhero movie and I know you like those kind but Mommy doesn't. We could have a special Daddy Daughter Date." She seems to like this idea and as it will get you out of the house you quickly agree. After the breakfast dishes are put in the dishwasher and the load started you lead her to your office to check the local theater and see what time the matinee starts. It's still a good two hours away so you both decide to take showers and get ready for the special date.
You've just finished showering and are reaching for a towel when you hear a scream from down the hallway. Forgetting your nakedness you bolt through the master bedroom and burst through the closed door to the hall bathroom to find your naked daughter staring at herself in the mirror. She's crying with her arms wrapped around her middle like she can't keep herself together but doesn't appear to be harmed in any way. You take a moment to look her over then quickly check for bugs and the like in the shower. "What is it? What's wrong?" Her shoulders are trembling when you put your hands on them and turn her to face you.
She looks away as if she can't stand to see you and whimpers something about her body. It takes a few moments for you to realize she's horrified by the new growth of coarse fur between her legs. Once the fur is mentioned your eyes fall to examine the small patch of fur. She's bleeding; it looks as if she's nicked herself with the razor that's fallen to the floor while trying to shave it off.
"Oh Baby!" You pull her in against your chest and pet her back softly. "It's a natural part of growing up. As you get older you'll notice fur like that growing under your arms and between your legs. It's nothing to be upset about. Both Mommy and I have the same fur." You are about to lift your arm and show her when you feel her hand curiously touching the coarse fur around your sheath.
Good god how could you forget that you were naked? What is wrong with you? Are you deliberately trying to get yourself into this kind of situation? Whatever the cause is right now its moot as her curiously seeking fingers are making your errant cock push toward the light. "Baby you mustn't touch Daddy like that, it's not appropriate." With shaking hands you lift her fingers from your groin and reach for a towel to cover your nakedness.
That cut needs cleaning and you start pulling out the first aid items from the cupboards, "Can you sit on the counter Baby? It will make cleaning this up easier." She doesn't answer just moves to rest her backside on the edge of the counter and hoists herself up.
She's still crying as you clean the skin around the cut. You've done this since she was a child, bandaging her cuts and nicks for her, first that alcohol, then the bandage, you get onto your knees to see what you're doing better. "Can you kiss it better like you did when I was little? Please Daddy?" She sounds so scared and hurt that before you think about what you're doing you've leaned in and pressed your lips to the bandage.
This close to her you can smell her unique scent without the heightening of her arousal. She's matured in body at least to the point where it's affecting your senses. Just a little lower and you could be licking that sweet young pussy, bringing her more pleasure then she could imagine. Holy Fuck! Where are these thoughts coming from? She's your daughter for god sake man, pull yourself together!
Abruptly you stand up starting to put away the first aid gear and toss the bloodied cotton ball and bandage wrapper into the trash. "Do you still want to go to the movies Baby? We don't have to if you'd rather stay home."
She slides off the counter, "I still want to go Daddy, just give me a little to get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs."