My daughter is a model. She started part-time during her high school years, and after graduation, she was selected as the summer spokesperson for a sports drink brand. Eventually, she became the official face of the company. Her work is demanding, but it primarily involves promotional shoots in swimwear.

She truly deserves her fame. My daughter possesses skin as smooth and flushed as fine white jade, a lush and curvaceous body, a slender willow waist, and long, straight hair that flows with an ethereal, captivating grace. She has a shapely, firm derrière, a seductive little mouth, and a voice as clear as a silver bell.

Her physique is particularly elite. To this day, aside from my daughter, I have never seen a body so perfectly balanced—slender yet bountiful. She has long legs and a tiny waist; she looks especially statuesque when she wears tight white trousers. Most striking of all are her breasts; they are quite large, and it is surprising to see such fullness on someone so lithe. One look at her makes a man want to reach out and touch, and a primal urge to possess her takes hold.

Having such a beautiful daughter seems like a blessing, but in reality, it brings many complications—too many, in fact. For instance, what should a father do if his stunning, sexy daughter is being taken by a director? Having raised her this way, I have never even touched her breasts. Do you think a man could simply hold back?

Perhaps heaven was smiling upon me, for this summer, the opportunity to finally possess her finally arrived.

As you might imagine, having a daughter like this meant that my only object of masturbation was her. Occasionally, catching a glimpse of the curves of her breasts or her hips, or catching the scent of her perfume mixed with her natural musk when near her, would send my fantasies into overdrive. Every movement she made became the centerpiece of my solitary pleasures.

Because of this, seeing her often filled me with guilt. Whenever our eyes met, my face would flush crimson and my heart would thud wildly in my chest.

But this summer...

For the first time, I realized that fame is not as easy or pleasant as most people imagine.

While the money was good, the price was high. The management of her modeling agency was incredibly strict. Since she was a rising star, they insisted on avoiding any scandals at all costs. Before this, she had a few boyfriends and enjoyed the pleasures of sex, but as she gained popularity and was signed by her agency, they forced her to end all romantic relationships. New connections were strictly forbidden; a manager followed her everywhere, from the workplace to the moment she stepped inside her home, keeping her under total surveillance.

My poor daughter fell into a state of intense sexual frustration, but for me, it was a fortunate beginning.

Because, to my astonishment, I caught her masturbating. Before this, I thought she had never done it; if she had been accustomed to it, she wouldn't have been so careless as to be seen. Though a man might not understand the nuances, her technique seemed quite unpracticed and raw.

It happened in mid-July. That day, after finishing work, I went out for drinks with a friend and didn't return until after midnight. Since she was only a high school junior, she wasn't strictly grounded in such circumstances. Unlike other boys her age who went looking for women, I considered myself fortunate; because I saw my daughter so often, girls her age seemed plain and uninteresting by comparison. Just before bed, as I went to take a shower, the sound of running water drifted from the bathroom. Unsure of who was inside, I quietly pushed the door open...

The bright light in the bathroom filtered through the frosted glass, revealing her silhouette. I swallowed hard, my eyes wide with anticipation. The blurred shadow gradually took shape; the black of her hair and the tone of her skin blended like a delicate ink wash painting. However, her posture was strange. She was facing the bathtub with one leg raised, the showerhead partially obscured by her limb.

*Does a woman wash herself in such a position?*

Just then, a soft moan escaped her.

"Ah..."

The moan drifted through the sound of the spray. I focused every ounce of my senses on the sound and the sight. She was taking a long time to wash, and the movement of her head was peculiar. Her dark hair swayed like waves, and the silhouette of her rising breasts moved in rhythm with her motions.

*Could it be...?*

It couldn't be anyone else.

The movement of her hair grew more frantic, and her moans became more urgent. I crept into the dressing room and quietly closed the door, my heart racing. She didn't seem to notice my presence.

Taking a deep breath—perhaps slightly emboldened by the alcohol—a grand plan formed in my mind. I hurriedly stripped off my clothes and, standing completely naked, pushed open the bathroom door and stepped inside.

"Ah... ah..."

She was in the middle of a shower, but it was no ordinary bath; she was lost in a lewd, private act. Even though I was her father, the sight of a naked man with a turgid erection charging in was enough to send her into a panic. She threw the showerhead at me, looking as though she were about to scream.

"Don't scream, darling! If your mother hears you, it'll be a disaster. I've been watching you this whole time."

Her flushed face instantly turned pale. Realizing her own nakedness, she turned away, trying to use her body to shield her breasts.

"What are you doing?! You were spying on me while I was showering... how impolite!"

Her voice lacked strength; she was clearly terrified. Seeing her like this only made me want to tease her more.

"Is it a shower? What is my daughter doing with the showerhead? It looks like only your lower half is getting wet..."

With her back to me, she twisted her hips and squeezed her thighs together in shock. I grabbed the showerhead with one hand and suddenly wrapped my arm around her back, pressing my hard cock against the curve of her buttocks. With my other hand, I cupped one of her breasts, while using the showerhead to spray the water over her thighs, which she was trying to cover with her hands.

"No! What are you doing?"

She squirmed to resist, but her hands were occupied. My erection pressed against her hot, soft rear, and it reacted instantly to her heat.

"Darling, I understand. Because I masturbate every day, too. Don't use the showerhead... let me give you real pleasure."

I set the showerhead on the floor and slid my hand between her thighs, past her defensive hands.

"No... not like this..."

She struggled to escape, but I used all my strength to hold her.

"It's just a hand, darling. No one will know. Not even your manager can monitor what happens inside this house."

"No... ah..."

She couldn't support my weight and began to collapse, her hands desperately grasping the wall to keep her balance. My hand found her vulva, which was freed as her hands moved to the wall. The sensation of her wet hair was exquisite.

"Darling..."

I pressed my weight against her, one hand kneading her breast while the other searched for the seam of her flesh. Her hands gripped the wall with all her might, unable to resist my lewd advances. My cock, pressed into the cleft of her buttocks, was at its limit.

"Ah... no..."

My fingers slid into her wetness. Driven by a frantic urgency, my middle finger entered her tight heat, followed closely by my index finger.

"Ah... ah..."

Her body was drenched, but it was a different kind of wetness than the shower—it was thick, hot, and viscous, as if the flesh inside were melting. I worked two fingers inside her, swirling them around while my thumb rubbed her swollen clitoris.

Her breathing became ragged. As her body finally found its rhythm, she began to lose herself in the sensation. I closed my eyes, one hand on her breast and the other playing with her slit, savoring the feeling of my cock rubbing against her plump buttocks. She, too, began to succumb to the teasing of my fingers.

Though she could have stood on her own, she maintained her position, her lack of resistance proving she was enjoying it. As her breath quickened, she tilted her head back, resting it against my shoulder. In that moment of peak happiness, it felt like a dream. Thousands of men watched her in swimsuit advertisements, masturbating to her image. But here, I was the only one touching the body they only dreamed of. It was a father's privilege, and for now, that was enough.

"Ah... ah..."

She let out a loud moan as her entire body convulsed.

"Dad... no... I'm... your... daughter..."

But the lust had taken over. My cock felt as though it would explode if it didn't enter her soon. Holding her with one arm and spreading her beautiful legs with the other, I thrust forward.

"Dad, no... wait... I'm scared..."

"Don't be scared, darling... I'll make you feel like you're in heaven..."

"Ah... Dad... if you're going to do it... take me to the bed..."

Seeing the fire in her eyes, I scooped her up and rushed to the bedroom. I tossed her onto the mattress and whispered, "Darling, I've never seen your full beauty. Let me admire you properly, won't you?"

"No... Dad... it's so embarrassing... you've already played with me and fucked me, what's the difference?" She lay on her side, her voluptuous curves fully revealed. Her skin was a study in contrasts; from her chest to her thighs, she was incredibly pale and soft, making the golden tones of her neck and legs look even more luminous.

Her breasts rose and fell with her nervous breaths. Her nipples, dark and tinged with red, were exquisite. Her waist was slender, leading to a smooth, unblemished belly before widening into her hips. Between her thighs, a patch of dark hair peeked out, and the swollen slit of her vulva was mesmerizing.

Seeing her like this, my nerves tightened. I pounced on her like a starving beast. My hands and mouth worked tirelessly, kissing and licking her everywhere. My hands roamed over her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and finally, that most soul-stirring place.

Under my touch, her swollen labia became slick and glistening. As I parted them, the tiny, hidden sanctuary was revealed, weeping with nectar. Without hesitation, I lowered my head to kiss her clitoris, my tongue darting deep into her opening.

She shuddered violently under my tongue. Finally, she moaned in plea, "Dad! My good father... Dad, I can't take it! Please... just put it in... it's driving me crazy!"

I didn't wait. Taking a deep breath, I wedged my knees between her thighs to spread them wider. Supporting myself with my hands, I aimed my burning cock at her entrance and rubbed it against her. Sensing the contact, she reached down with her hand to guide me. With one heavy thrust of my hips, the head of my cock slid into her.

A brilliant smile spread across her face, and her watery eyes gleamed with triumph.

Seeing her reaction, my lust surged. I drove my cock deep, burying it all the way to her womb. Because we had been in the water, the sensation was different—now, like a tiger on dry land, I hammered into her with raw power. The tightness of her walls and the slickness of her juices felt heavenly.

After a few thrusts, I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and pulled back before plunging in again with a wet *slap*. The rhythm was relentless.

As the erotic literature suggested, this position allowed her vulva to open wide and her vagina to lift, letting my cock reach her deepest depths every single time. From my standing position, I could look down and watch our organs join and part. It was a magnificent sight—watching her flesh stretch around my cock as it entered, and then seeing it pull her inner walls outward as it withdrew.

The sight drove my lust higher, and my pace quickened. Because we had already peaked once, my endurance was heightened. As the speed increased, the collision of my cock and her juices created a rhythmic, squelching sound.

*Slap, squelch, slap, squelch...*

She was lost in ecstasy, crying out loudly, "Oh, good daddy... my dear husband... ah! It feels so good!"

"Dad! You're the best husband... the best brother... it feels so wonderful! Ah! I'm going to heaven!"

"Dad... push harder... ah... mmm... it's coming... it's coming!"

My glans was being bathed in her scalding juices. It was a sensation unlike any other in my life. As she reached her climax, her body spasmed, and she cried out, "Ah... beautiful... it's so beautiful... Dad, you're amazing... just keep going... pierce me through if you have to!"

She was like a tigress lost in the clouds. And I was a hungry wolf, using every ounce of my strength. As she shuddered one last time, a fresh burst of her heat sprayed against my cock. The sensation sent a jolt through my entire body, and my own seed erupted like a fountain, shooting deep into her womb.

"Ah... so beautiful... Dad..."

We lay there, embracing in the quiet aftermath, slowly regaining our senses. The reality of our incestuous bond began to settle in.

"Dad, Mom will be back soon. You have to get down. If she finds us like this, it's all over."

We dressed in a heavy, lingering silence, feeling both guilty and strangely right. She went back to finish her shower, and though we both wanted to say more, we simply went to sleep in our respective beds.

That night, sleep eluded me. Her beautiful face and her lush, inviting body haunted my mind. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that I finally drifted into a light slumber.

The next day, once my wife had left for work, I cleaned myself up and waited in my daughter's room. When she finally walked in, I surprised her with a hug from behind.

"Dad! You scared me!" she laughed. After the intensity of the previous night, she seemed much less embarrassed.

"Darling, do you know how hard it was to wait for you?"

"Are you hungry? I have some warm food ready if you want some."

In that moment, she was so endearing, like a perfect little housewife.

"Darling, right now, I don't want food. I want to... eat *you*." I pulled her toward the edge of the bed.

"Hmph! You want to eat me? Well, maybe you won't get a taste!" she teased.

"Please, my sweet girl. Be merciful to your poor father."

"Hahaha!" She was teasing me. I pulled her close and kissed her deeply.

She had become quite the expert in the bedroom. Instead of pulling away, she wrapped her arms around me and met my tongue with hers, driving my passion wild. She was a true temptress; if she hadn't been so willing, how could a man ever truly possess her?

We kissed fervently until my heart hammered in my chest. "Darling, there's no one else here. Let me..."

"No, Dad, we shouldn't..."

"But my sweet girl, I haven't eaten yet. I want to nurse from you."

Without waiting, I stripped her of her clothes, leaving myself in only my underwear. As we embraced, her soft, delicate hands began to stroke my cock, sliding up and down the shaft.

"Mmm, so good..."

"Ah, it's wonderful..."

"Darling, me too..."

Her face flushed, her breathing quickened, and the moans began.

"Ah... ah... Dad, I can't... please... put it in... my good brother... my dear husband! Put it in!"

I stripped away her last remnants of clothing and my own underwear. Because yesterday had been rushed and hurried in the dark, today was different. In the bright daylight, her beauty was overwhelming. She lay on the bed, her face flushed with desire, her skin glowing. Her breasts were firm and ripe, her nipples like succulent peaches. Her belly was smooth and perfect, and her long legs were irresistible.

As I spread her legs, her intimate center was revealed—a dark, inviting oasis. I leaned down and kissed her clitoris, my tongue swirling around the tiny, sensitive nub.

"Ah! It's so itchy... so sweet..."

She gasped as my tongue found her most sensitive spot. The sensation of me biting gently on her clitoris sent electric shocks through her entire body.

"Ah... don't bite it there... mmm... it's so ticklish..."

She was lost in a haze of pleasure, laughing and moaning. "Dad! How can you be like this? It's too good!"

"I learned a few things from those magazines," I teased. "Does it feel good?"

"You read those too? Oh, Dad... the way you use your tongue... it's incredible!"

She began to writhe her hips, her hands gripping my cock and sliding it up and down, her fingernails occasionally grazing my glans to make it swell even more.

"Dad! Your big cock is so powerful... you've kissed enough, now let it have its fun!"

With a single, powerful thrust, I buried myself inside her. Because she was an experienced lover, she wrapped her legs around my waist and used her internal muscles to squeeze and suck my cock. It was an incredible sensation.

"Dad... don't pull out... it's killing me... put it back in!"

"You naughty girl!" I began a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts, gradually accelerating into a storm of motion. She met every thrust with a tilt of her hips, her cries of pleasure driving me to the brink.

"Ah... my dear husband... so good... yes... just like that... pierce me... go all the way to my heart!"

The sound of our bodies colliding—the wet, rhythmic *slap-squelch*—filled the room.

"Ah... ah... Dad... I'm going to... oh!"

She reached her climax, her inner walls clamping down on my cock with incredible force. The sensation was so intense that my own release was inevitable. I thrust deep one last time and emptied my hot seed deep into her womb.

She held me tight, as if afraid to let go. We lay there, panting, enjoying the blissful silence of the aftermath.

***

As time went on, our secret trysts became a regular part of our lives. Whenever the house was empty, we would find each other.

Once, when she was away at a fashion show, the loneliness became unbearable. I flew to her city to surprise her. I found her backstage in her private dressing room. She had just finished her walk, looking like a goddess in tight white trousers and a sheer top.

I hid behind a curtain and watched as she began to undress. She slipped off her trousers, revealing her long, beautiful legs, and then discarded her top. She wasn't wearing a bra; her breasts spilled out, ripe and white.

I couldn't help myself. I rushed forward and embraced her from behind, my hands immediately cupping her heavy breasts.

"Help...!" she gasped, but her cry turned into a passionate kiss the moment she realized it was me.

"Dad! You came to see me? Do you know how much I missed you?"

"Darling, I had to. I'm going to fuck you right here in this dressing room."

"But someone might see!"

"No one will," I whispered, sliding my hand into her panties. "Wow, darling, you're already so wet!"

I had her lean over a chair, presenting her magnificent, rounded buttocks to me. As I licked her skin, her cries of pleasure grew louder.

"Dad, just do it! Put it in!"

I stood and drove my cock into her with a single, heavy thrust. She cried out in delight as we made love amidst the clothes and the shadows of the backstage area. We were frantic, driven by the thrill of the forbidden. After hundreds of thrusts, we both reached a shattering climax.

Later, back at the hotel, the passion was just as fierce. She teased me, telling me she had taken time off so we could spend three days and two nights together.

She was a woman of many moods—sometimes a pure, innocent girl, and sometimes a voracious, uninhibited temptress. She would call me "husband" and "brother" in the heat of passion, her voice a mix of reverence and raw lust.

One evening, as she lay in bed, she looked at me with eyes full of desire. "Dad... can you give me a massage? To help me relax?"

She stripped completely, lying naked on the bed. As my hands moved over her smooth, supple skin, the massage naturally turned into a caress. My hands wandered from her shoulders to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh until her nipples were hard and inviting.

"Mmm... yes... right there... so good..."

When my hands reached her hips, she arched her back, presenting her breasts to me. I leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, wet kiss, our tongues dancing together in a feverish embrace.

I moved down her body, my mouth tracing the curve of her waist and the softness of her belly. When I reached her thighs, she spread them wide, inviting me into her sanctuary.

"Dad... please... use your mouth... make me feel good..."

I buried my face in her heat, my tongue working her clitoris with expert precision. She bucked against me, her fingers tangling in my hair. When she finally reached her peak, she cried out, her body trembling as her juices sprayed against my face.

She then climbed on top of me, taking control. She sat astride my hips, her wetness meeting my glans, and began to ride me with a rhythmic, grinding motion. Her breasts bounced with every movement, and her eyes were glazed with ecstasy.

"Ah... Dad... you're so amazing... it's so wonderful..."

As we neared the end, she leaned forward, her chest pressing against mine, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. We moved as one, a singular force of nature, until the final, explosive release sent us both spiraling into the void.

We fell into a deep, exhausted sleep, limbs entwined, our bodies still joined in the quiet aftermath.

When the morning sun finally woke us, we looked at each other with a mixture of shock and profound tenderness.

"Dad," she whispered, her hand resting on my cock, "staying the night with you... it's been my dream for years."

"My sweet girl," I replied, pulling her close. "I've waited a long time for this. Now, let's play for the next three days without stopping."