Daddy’s little girl

The 7th floor apartments windows and curtains were open allowing the view out over the curve beach to the rivers harbours entrance a kilometre away to enter the room as its only light. It was early evening and the moon was rising behind a bank of cloud, low on the horizon out at sea. Sending delicate rainbow coloured hues horizontally through the sky just above the clouds.
A day in the sun, a few drinks and a breeze now filled with sea air was enough for you to be lying on the floor pillow under your head after a shower had washed the sea salt from your skin. You had sat briefly for several minutes’ eyes closed as I had towel dried you and then brushed your hair finally taking your long locks and spinning it into a ponytail down your back. A weekend away where we slipped back and forth between friends talking and just sitting. To our roles as daddy and daughter moving from friend and lovers seamlessly into our fantasy’s.
You turned and smile at me before closing your eyes, listening to the soft music filling the room. I walked to the fridge and from the freezer I removed a bottle of sambuca. Thick and syrupy due to the extreme cold, I poured myself a drink and took a sip. Aniseed and bitter cold fused in my mouth to explode in warmth as I swallowed.
Walking past the table I looked at the Japanese calligraphy bush still sitting on the table, new in its case the tip an inch long and full coming to a soft delicate point. I remembered when I had bought the brush what a beautiful implement it was. The bristles, soft like silk threads, perfection in an implement only the Japanese can do sometimes.
I picked it up removed the cover and felt the bristle as I brushed the against the back of the hand holding my glass. Soft sensual – almost erotic. I carried it over with me and then sat on the floor beside you before laying down glass in front of me brush beside it on the floor. Resting on one arm, I once again admire the beauty of your milk white skin glowing under the early moons light, always amazed that I have you for whatever time we have. Knowing fantasy and reality will merge and my the little girl will grow up and no longer need her daddy.
Your breasts and delicate curve of your stomach rising and falling with each breath you take. Your femininity smooth and slightly open as you lie their legs slightly apart. I Pick up the brush and dip it into the sambuca wiping the excess from the bristle, the silken threads holding full but no drops to fall. You open your eyes look at me but then close them. I take the tip and with the care of an artisan I bring the tip to one eyebrow and brush from just above centre out to the edge, a thin line of the cold liquid glistening in the light. Anticipating what I might do you lie there, and I repeat on the other side. Then flow down from the top of your nose to the tip. Each time silk like trail left after the brush has passed, having used little pressure these silver threads sparkle under the light.
I trace your lips next painting with a slightly harder stroke and like a good calligraphy brush should the bristles spread to leave you lips coated in the cold liquid before you tongue seductively licks first the top then bottom lip. Your hands are open and facing upwards as the brush paints down from the tip of each finger in a thin wet line to a circle in your palm. I then take the brush once again dipped in the glass, bristles full of cold liquid and circle your areola and to the nipple itself, before arching out and clockwise and under the curve of your breast. Repeated on the other side. Your skin immediately goose bumps, you arch you back and sigh with each stroke. Daddy you say. The brush now traces a line down the centre of your stomach to the top of your femininity. Your ankles rolling slightly more outwards and legs falling more apart as if anticipating. The brush now following the line of your child like womanhood a small rivulet of liquid pulled down by gravity and followed by the stroke of the brush. No daddy you sigh. As the brush traces the crease and curve from top to bottom. You shiver and pull your knees slightly up and your legs fall open slightly further. The soft bristles now caressing your labia before rising to circle with just the fine tip of the brush your now swollen clit. The cold, the evaporating alcohol, the sea breeze all an erotic mix as the soft music and the increasing light of the moon play out across your body.
“Daddy don’t, daddy mommy will be mad, daddy we can do this, it’s so naughty” pursing from your lips in little more than a sigh. Its ok I say its just us now, it’s our secret I whisper.
I move closer to you the sambuca now just silken trails of candied of aniseed glisten in the moon light. I start at you head and kiss you gently on the lips, they part, your tongue attentively meets mine. My tongue then traces the line of one eyebrow, then another, softly removing all trace as I do. I then move to you hands gently taking each finger in my mouth and the to your palm, again removing all trace of the silken line. I pause move across you and again kiss you gently, you bow you head and again whisper daddy its wrong but feels so good. I take you other hand and repeat the process, sighs and soft murmurs pursing your lips each time.
I look at your perfect breasts with little silver trails formed like a road map across your chest leading me to my destination. I place my lips upon one perfect nipple and then the other, moving out from each one and following the trail as it sweeps under each breast. You arch you back wishing for more contact, but my tongue is all that has touched your body as I continue to erase the calligraphy lines from your body. I move to the centre of your chest and move down your body finally ending at your velvet like folds.
My tongue at first wondering why this area had not dried like the other parts of your body before I realise it is you that is wet. I gently use my tongue to push apart your folds and probe you. Flicking over your clit gently then back to your folds. Your sighs grow longer and deeper, you knee’s rising and your legs now falling further apart. I move on top of you and you curl up and roll to lie on one side. “daddy what will mummy say” “shhh I say mommy doesn’t understand what we have. Daddy loves you and wants you to take you to your happy place” You like daddy and your happy place. Your body lying flat on the rug knees drawn up has you perfect bottom now angled in a way that your swollen lips are protruding. I move and position my self at your opening and slip myself inside you moan deeply “that feels so good daddy you say in your little girl voice. Your long sighs now growing faster as I move in and out of my little girl. Sighs become moans and you hand moves to between your thighs. Fingers moving the lips of your vulva backwards across your clit in ever growing intensity. I stop and watch your orgasm building feeling the muscles beginning to contact and relax as you build to the final moment.
I withdraw and place myself against the bud like opening of your arse” yes daddy, that’s daddy’s special place please daddy don’t let mummy know”, “its our secret I reply, daddy’s can have secrets with his little girl” I push myself inside you to feel the first pulses of your orgasm. I then feel you tightly clench my man hood inside you as the final wave hits you. I hold myself deep inside you waiting for the pulsing to stop.
You roll on to you back and I move on top of you, I again enter you and move slowly in and out of you, knowing how sensitive you must be. “ Daddys sorry , Daddy love you so much” your hand moves to your groin again circling the folds of your labia over you clit, this time slower but with as much purpose. This time as your back arches in extasy we both cum. I stay inside you lean forward on my elbows and kiss you deeply, your tongue dancing with mine. After a minute I move away and stand, taking your hand and pulling you to your feet. I then sweep you into my arms and take you to bed. Placing you gently on the bed before moving in beside you to nestle myself against your back. My arm over you. “ daddy wants to watch you fall asleep in my arms” I say, and I will be here when you wake. I sigh myself as I watch you fall asleep, one day you will grow up and daddy won’t be in your life as much as he wants. I smile I will have watch you become a woman I think to myself. How beautiful you are. Night my little girl is say as I kiss the back of our neck,