It had always been me and Dad. He was the best dad, taking me to after-school clubs, holidays, and sleepovers, with no complaints. He genuinely loved spending time with me, I think.

His nickname for me was Baby Girl or Apple; he said I was the apple of his eye. I was twenty now and still living at home with him. I was about to go off to uni next year, having taken a couple of years out of education to travel. Dad was great about it, helped pay for my travels, and always welcomed me home with open arms.

Dad was cool. Salt and pepper beard, short hair, a cool, relaxed style. All my pals made inappropriate remarks about my daddy, which I laughed off. He was a massive flirt with my friends, and we had always had a playful relationship. As I got older, I began to get the odd glimpse of what they saw, I could see he was hot.

There was the odd awkward meeting outside the bathroom, Dad clad in only a towel, that would always leave me flustered. We would dance around each other, squeezing past each other in the hallway. He had a great body, and I'd find myself wondering what was under the towel.

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It had been just my daughter and me for most of her life. She was amazing. Beautiful, kind, talented, and now she was in her twenties; so very hot. Blonde, tanned skin, heavy boobs, a slim waist, and covered in tattoos. She would walk around the house in skimpy shorts and crop tops, rarely wearing underwear. She barely knew the effect she had on men, let alone me.

I knew my thoughts about her could get me in trouble, so I kept them in my head and my bedroom. It wouldn't stop me from leaving the bathroom door open, bumping into her in the hallway after my shower. I'd smell her lotion on her skin as she squeezed past me, bending forward to prevent my growing erection from pressing against her.

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I'd spent the day out by the pool as it was particularly hot today, but as the temperature dropped, I decided to take one last dip and then head inside to shower and get ready for dinner.

Dad was pottering around the house doing who-knows-what. I'd been hoping he would come and spend some time with me by the pool. He was good at rubbing in sun lotion in the places I couldn't reach.

A gentle breeze swept across my skin, giving me goosebumps and stiffening my nipples. I shivered, stood, looked over to the house, and then neatly dove into the pool.

I did a few lengths, then decided I was hungry. As I started to climb the steps from the water, I saw Dad walking over towards me with a towel. He'd taken one from the dryer and brought it out for me.

He beckoned me over and said, “Here, baby girl, a warm towel for my little Apple.”

“Aww, thank you, Daddy,” I said as he wrapped it around my shoulders, hugging me as he did so.

As his arms encircled me, I felt his hand graze my chest and catch my hardened nipple. My breath caught in my throat. He didn't seem to have noticed, so I simply shrugged it off. I felt the familiar warmth between my legs, though, so I kissed him on the cheek and went inside to shower and change.

I stood in the shower, feeling the warm water run through my hair and over my skin. Eyes closed and face angled up into the water, I rubbed my neck, and my hand drifted south over my chest, tweaking my nipples as I did so, making them both stand out.

My hands slide down, spreading soap suds down my torso over my pubic mound. I'm horny but decide to wait to satisfy myself until this evening. I kinda enjoy the feeling of being horny, building up my arousal.

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I watch my daughter from my bedroom window, lying by the pool, looking like a glistening goddess. She's been out there most of the day. I would normally join her, but today, I couldn't stop my cock from hardening every time I glimpsed her in her bikini, so I just stood at the window, watching her whilst stroking my cock slowly.

She shifts on her lounger, and even from here, I see her nipples stand erect beneath her flimsy bikini top. My cock leaps at the sight. My grip tightens as I stroke my cock.

She stands, and I swear she looks right at me, then dives expertly into the pool. The shock of her potentially looking right at me makes me jump, and my cock relaxes.

I grab a towel from the dryer and go outside to meet her and tell her I'm about to start cooking dinner. She climbs out of the pool, where I meet her and wrap my warm, towelled arms around her dripping skin.

As my arms curl around her shoulders from behind, my hand accidentally and oh so briefly brushes across her hardened nipple, and I have to restrain a groan as my cock springs back to life. She kisses my cheek and pads back into the house to shower.

I remain rooted to the spot until she's out of sight, fearing she will spot the tenting in my shorts.

In the kitchen, I investigate the cupboards but become uninspired by the ingredients available to me. I decided we should order takeout tonight, so I trot upstairs to check that it would be OK.

I stand at the top of the stairs; the bathroom door is open, and I can hear the shower running. I edge forward until I can see her, head thrown back, soapy fingers pulling her nipples, and my erection becomes almost painful.

I have to adjust myself inside my shorts and slowly begin to stroke myself again, harder this time though, the ache in my balls a reminder that I've not cum yet today.

I watch as her hands move down her body, and I pump my cock faster as she lingers over her pussy. Standing there, watching my daughter shower, panting and frantically pumping my cock, it doesn't take long for me to cum right in my shorts.

She turns off the shower, and I adjust myself just in time for her to step out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her, wet hair leaving trickles of water running over her collarbone and down between her breasts.

“Oh, hi, Dad, sorry, did you want the bathroom?” she says, looking at me curiously.

“Erm, no… Is pizza OK for tea?”