The story of Natalie - Part 7: Daddy's good little girl

"I can't say I'm surprised. You've always been curious about your body and you're at the age now to start discovering these things. Do you like the way it looks on you?"

His question caught me by surprise. I was expecting to get in big trouble for stealing money and buying this. To get yelled at. Grounded probably. Mom would be even worse to deal with later when dad told her. I don't actually know what she'd do, but I don't want to find out. Why did I do this?

I was about to cry. My dad noticed immediately. He opens his arms and I give him a hug. I don't think he was mad at all, actually.

He held me warmly for a few minutes and then let me go back to my seat on the couch. I sit down and stare at him. I feel my heart racing in my body, desperately trying to find what emotion I should have right now. My hand subconsciously moves to my shoulder to fidget with the bra strap. My mind flashes back to the van suddenly. We always had our secret of what happened in the car but I got so lost in other things that I forgot about that time. I didn't seem to help get what I wanted after anyway.

"Do you have it on now?" my dad askes a bit incredulously. My face must have given him the answer because I didn't need to say anything.

"Show me?" he said. I froze. Unable to move and unsure. I was more than confused now. What was happening? I already didn't know how to feel before this and now I'm going to strip for my dad!? Although, he did buy this for me in a way. Maybe he should see? But HE'S MY DAD. He does know what happened in the van. But he's MY DAD. I was thinking about showing it off to someone today. But he's my DAD. I was starting to get wet. But he's my dad.

It was slutty. I wanted to feel that. I didn't care if he was my dad anymore.

I slowly removed my shirt but stopped just below my bra. "Go ahead. You're not in trouble", he said encouragingly. I closed my eyes and took it off, but my arm covered my chest instinctively. My burning desire to feel fighting the last remnants of the person I was told I should be. The slut fighting the good girl again. It took a moment before I opened my eyes, but he sat patiently waiting. He never looked at me this way before. At least, not that I ever saw. "Go on", he said again. I took my pants off a little quicker and moved my arms behind my back awkwardly. He had a full view of me now.

"Come", he commanded softly. I obeyed. I wasn't sure if the slut or the daughter was obeying though. He grabbed my hand, placed me on his lap with my legs around his waist. He was looking at me differently. In a way he looked at mom sometimes. I was getting wet enough my lingerie would show it very soon.

He pulled me in for a kiss. We've kissed before, but never like this. It felt different. Warm. Soft. Even romantic. I wasn't in control of all of me anymore. My hands moved to his face to hold him. His moved along my body and unclasped my bra. It hung there while we kissed.

"Take it off" he said as he pushed me gently off of him and on to my feet. The bra was already almost off and came off quickly. As I was reaching to take the bottoms off, he commanded "Slower. Sllooowwwerrrrr." I didn't know what he meant, but I moved slower to take them off.

Now, I was completely naked before my dad.

"Come" he commanded me again. I sat on his lap like before and let his fingers touch me. He felt how wet I was and I couldn't help but squirm. I had felt sexy all day and it built in a way I didn't expect. The touch of his finger was all I needed to get close.

He grabbed me by the back firmly to hold me on him. He knew what he was doing and he was touching me even better than I could myself; for just a brief moment, I was jealous that mom got this when she wanted but I couldn't. His finger that once so lovingly touched me as a little girl was now rubbing me like a little woman. I couldn't help it anymore. It felt so amazing I was quivering against him until I came in his lap, squiring all over his shorts and shirt.

It took many minutes before I calmed down again. This was the strongest I felt in a long time and that was just his finger.

"Looks like we'll have to clean up before the movie", he said with a smile. I didn't want a movie right there. I wanted more, but more time we didn't have. It felt like the entire time was just minutes, but it was almost two hours since mom left and almost an hour since we started talking.

As I climbed up, my dad squeezed my ass playfully.

I don't think that's the last time something like that will happen.