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Chapter: 6

(Encouragement)

Once we reached home, everyone got busy with their own tasks. With Mom around, Dad couldn't really get his hands on me—except for the occasional squeeze of my butt or a pinch on my waist when she wasn't looking. My own craving to have Dad do things to me was growing intense; 

I was struggling so much that I even found myself in the bathroom, trying to find some relief. We were both waiting for the right moment, but aside from a few fleeting, stolen touches, no real opportunity had come up. Let me tell you about one of those brief encounters.

When we heard a flat nearby was up for sale, Mom, Dad, and I went to take a look. The broker was showing us around the place—it was a duplex. While Mom and I were checking out the rooms on the lower level, Dad went upstairs. Noticing this, I quietly followed him up. In one of the rooms, Dad was opening and inspecting the cupboards. I walked up to him and said, "Mom is downstairs looking at the kitchen." Dad looked at me. "Don't do anything to me—she’ll be up here in ten minutes," I said, stretching my body languidly. "Doesn't saying 'don't do anything' actually mean 'do something'?" Dad replied, grabbing hold of me. I swayed playfully and said, "Oh, Dad! You shouldn't hold your daughter like this—it won't look good if Mom sees us!" 


Suddenly, Dad pressed his palm against the fold at my waist and asked, "How about I hold you like this?" I let out a sigh and said, "You shouldn't be holding me there at all." "Then where should I hold you?" he asked, placing both his hands on my waist this time and gently squeezing the folds. I groaned, "Ugh... Dad! What if Mom sees us?" As soon as I said that, Dad quickly pulled me into the narrow space beside the cupboard. "Oh, Dad! What are you doing!?" I asked, feigning alarm. Dad pressed me against the wall and replied, "Just making sure your mom doesn't see..."

"Hmm... so what!? You shouldn't be pulling your daughter away like this."

"I need to talk to you about something..."

"Ugh... what is it?"

"I thought we could have a little fun before your mom notices..."

"What kind of fun!?"



"The same game we played on the bus the other day..."

"Ugh... that's wrong, Dad! You shouldn't play games like this with your daughter."

"Fine, I won't just play on the surface like that..."

"Hey... why are you squeezing me like that!?"

"You let me squeeze everything the other day, didn't you? Why are you acting like this now?"

"I don't know... I just didn't feel like telling you to stop when you were squeezing me back then."

"Alright, then don't tell me to stop now, either." “Hmm… ooh… does it feel good to you when it’s pressed like that?”

“Will you press it too?”

“Press what?”

“You know, the thing you saw the other day…”

“Hmm… I’m not pressing anything.”



As I said that, Dad pulled my hand and placed it against the front of his pants. It felt hard underneath. “Press it,” he said. “No, Dad, don’t… it’s wrong,” I said, while giving it a light squeeze. Perhaps because it was my first time holding it, a shiver ran through my entire body the moment I pressed it. Dad leaned forward and asked, “Does it feel good…?” I let out a sigh—*humm*—and said, “You’re a bad daddy.”

“Why?”

“Does this happen to you even when you’re with your daughter?”

“What do you mean, ‘happens’?”

“You know, getting all hard like this…” I said, squeezing it a bit firmer. “Besides, is it even right to have your daughter press it like this?”

“Well, why don’t you take off my pants and press it then?”

“Ugh! Have you no shame? Why would I take off your pants?” “Looking at you, your dad’s cock has really perked up... I was hoping you’d let me lay you down...”

“Ugh... yuck... oh my god, the way he talks...”

“Hmm... take it out and squeeze it, come on...”

“Uh-uh...”

“Fine then, just squeeze it from over your clothes...” he said, placing his hands on my breasts. 

“What a size! No matter how much I squeeze, I just can’t get enough,” he muttered, grabbing them firmly.

 I let out a moan—*“Mmm...”*—and said, “Let go, Dad... Mom will be home in another five minutes.” Dad replied, “Oh! Still five minutes left, huh!?” and pulled me into a fierce embrace, biting my lip.

“Ugh… why are you biting like that?”

“Alright, I won’t bite—I’ll just suck on it instead…”

“Oh god… you’re killing me, Dad…”

“Mmm… pshh…”

“Mmm… sss…”

“You’re so incredibly intense…”

“Sss… oh god… Dad…”

“Shall we continue what we started on the bus the other day?”

“What are you talking about!?”

“You know—the ‘treasure’ hidden beneath your panties…”

“Oh, Dad… no…”

“But it’s *my* treasure, isn’t it?”

“Mmm… don’t put your hand there, Dad… oh! You actually did it! Oh my god, Dad… hmm… okay, just hold it from the outside… ugh… oh, don’t push your hand inside… ugh… mmm… you pushed it all the way in!! Mmm…”

“Wow… are you already leaking this much fluid!?”

“Well, wouldn’t it leak if you kept poking around like that!?”

“Tell you what—let’s go into the bathroom and see just how much has come out.”

“No, let’s not…”

“Why not?”

“Because once we’re in there, you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself.”

“And what will I do?”

“You’ll end up doing all sorts of things to it…”

“To what!?”



“To your daughter’s ‘treasure’…”

“Well then, why don’t *you* play with your dad’s ‘sweet treat’ instead?”

“Ew! I shouldn’t be touching *yours*.” “You’re already fondling them from the outside, aren’t you? What would happen if you took them out and fondled them properly!?”

“I don’t know… *hiss*… why do you always keep squeezing them from behind? Do you like them that much?”

“Hmm… do you have any idea how wonderful they feel?”

“How would I know? You’re always staring at them so hungrily—you should be the one to tell me!”

“Well, you keep turning around and showing them off, don’t you?”

“I’m not showing anything off! Oh… *ugh*… honey…”

“God… just touching them makes me feel like I’m melting…”

“Hmm… *ah*… why are you pressing right there?”



“Sorry, love—I forgot about the ones in the front. Tell you what, shall I do this?”

“Do what!?”

“I’ll squeeze the ones in the back and bite the ones in the front. Oh… you could press even harder, couldn’t you?”

“Hmm… oh, honey… *ah*… *mm*… *hiss*… *mm*… *ah*… don’t bite too hard, honey… *mm*… *ah*…”

“Oh… keep pressing just like that… why don’t you unzip it and reach inside?”

“Oh no, Mom might walk in! *Mm*… *ugh*… the zipper won’t budge. *Ugh*… honestly… how can you ask your own daughter to do things like this?”



“It’s even better because you’re my daughter. Pull your underwear down.”

 “Oh, I’m not pulling it… Ugh, don’t bite! Fine, I’ll pull it…”

“Ah… oh, it feels so wonderful when your hand touches me…”

“Ugh… why is it so hot, Dad?”

“Well, put it in here and cool it down…”

“Ah… don’t poke around there, Dad! Alright, wait… let me spread my legs a bit… mmm…”

“Mmm… it’s so soft…”

“Hey… are you going to tear my panties!?”

“That’s exactly why I asked you to come into the bathroom. In there, I could take off your panties and… your pussy…”

“Ugh… you shouldn’t talk like that to your own daughter, Dad—have you no shame!?”



“You’re grabbing and squeezing Dad’s cock—don’t you have any shame?”

“Well, it’s my own father’s cock, so why shouldn’t I squeeze it? Ugh, damn… even I’m starting to use dirty language now.”

“That’s just the beginning; you’ll be using much worse once I start fucking you.”

“Oh, look at you—so eager to fuck your own daughter…”

“Did you think I’d let you go without fucking you?”

“But Dad, you shouldn’t fuck your own daughter…”

“Wouldn’t it be great to get fucked by your own father? So, when are you going to let me fuck you?”

“I’m not going to let you fuck me.”

“Fine, don’t ‘let’ me. I’ll fuck you so hard your pussy swells up…”

“Iss… Dad… mmm… ah… don’t touch it like that… oh… ah…”

“Ah… keep moving like that… it feels so good… mmm… mmm…”



“Iss… why is it so hard, Dad!?” “Hmm… ah… to push it inside, it needs to be this firm. Mmm… keep moving it like that… iss…”

“Ah… Daddy… mmm… yes, just like that… oh, it’s burning down there, Daddy…”

“Aah… mmm… oh man… the way you say that… makes me want to climb on top of you right here… mmm…”

“Mmm… no, Daddy… oh… you’re really going to put something this big inside, aren’t you…”

“It’s alright—your ‘treasure’ will swallow my ‘sweet treat’ just fine…”

“Ugh! You have no shame at all! Oh my god… look at how he’s poking around inside his own daughter’s pussy…”

“Mmm… iss… oh, this panty is just in the way. From now on, don’t you dare wear a bra or panties when I’m around…”

“Mmm… if I don’t wear them, then you… oh… Daddy… ah… don’t poke so hard… mmm…”

“Looking at you just makes me lose all control… tell me, then…”

“Uss… what am I supposed to say!?”

“When I’m home…”

“Mmm… alright… I won’t wear them when I’m home…”

“Mmm… iss… then, next time, I’m definitely going to fuck you…”

“Mmm… what if Mom sees us? Ah… it’s coming… stop now, Daddy…”

“Oh… you tell me to stop, yet you’re squeezing mine so hard?”

 “Mmm… ah… Dad… mmm… ugh… damn… I really shouldn’t be wearing these panties… ah…”



“Sss… mmm… why don’t you bend down a little?”

“Ugh… he’s asking me to bend over, not even caring that I’m his daughter… damn… mmm…”

“Why are you wiggling around like that, my sweet daughter?”

“Mmm… suck harder, Dad… mmm… push it in deeper…”

“Doesn’t look like just fingers will be enough for you…”

“Mmm… are you going to push *that* in!?”

“Push what in?”

“Your… ah… mmm… your cock… sss…”

“Ah… ah… sss… should I push it in?”

“Mmm… no…”

“Why?”

“You shouldn’t push it into your own daughter… umm… just poke around inside a bit, Dad… sss…”

“You’re happy to be poked, but you don’t want to be fucked?”

“You actually just poked around when I asked you to? Oh… mmm…”

“So, I should have just fucked you without asking, then…”

“Ah… umm… damn… mmm…”

Just as we were both getting equally heated, we heard footsteps on the stairs. We quickly pulled ourselves together. After zipping up his pants, Dad gave me a squeeze there and said, “Damn! You have no shame, letting your own daughter fondle you like this.” Saying this, I hurried outside.

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