Daddy Catches Me Sunbathing

Father-Daughter Age Play Incest erotica short. I’m staying the summer with my Daddy and trying to forget the stress of college. I love spending the summer with him, but I’m not always good. He chooses my outfits for me to wear and I like to take them off when I sunbath. If he catches me, am I going to be in trouble? It’s a good thing the neighbors can’t see us.

Then later when daddy finds me in his bed when he wakes up, he gives me the best wake-up present ever when he fills me up with the good stuff.

This is book 9 in a continuing series between a father and daughter. They are taboo age-play romantic quickies that lead to an eventual filthy HEA at the end of the series. 

Word count: 3400. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

My dad has to work during the week. The pool in his backyard is my favorite place to hang out while he’s at work. Within a few days, my skin has a light tan. He has a large, secluded property so the neighbors can’t see his backyard—thank God–and for the first time ever, I’m able to walk around outside nude. I didn’t expect it to be so freeing and I spend most of my days naked while my dad is at work.

My favorite part about being naked outside is feeling the warm breeze against my bare skin and watching the butterflies flutter away from me. I always make sure I’m dressed when he comes home for lunch or after work. Daddy doesn’t know how often I strip, though the lack of tan lines is going to give me away soon.

Today after lunch, I remove my clothes again and spend several wonderful hours swimming and sunbathing. I need to keep my eye on the time, and I stretch out on the lounge chair with my earbuds in, listening to music and daydreaming about Daddy’s thick c*ck inside me. I want him to f*ck me and then make nuggies for dinner, preferably in that order.

I don’t realize he’s home until his shadow falls over me. My heart races as I look up, ready to blurt out an apology, but it dies on my lips since he’s smiling down at me. Oh, it looks like he’s not angry. His eyes travel between my legs and desire flares in his eyes.

He’s silent as he takes off his shirt and slacks, leaving just his boxers on, and folds them neatly before setting them on a nearby chair. I admire his tone abs and thick thighs. My father works out regularly, and it shows. He says he has to keep his stamina up so he can use his daughter whenever he wants. Yeah, he’s dirty.

“Now Kitten, how often do you take off your clothes after I tell you what to wear every day?”

Uh-oh. What do I say? He selects my outfit every morning, and I don’t want to admit I change almost as soon as the door closes behind him.