Sins of the Father, Part 1 - Sex Stories

Sins of the Father, Part 1

... beginning training, so he stayed behind. We shared a double hotel room. As it was summer and the hotel had a pool, I swam in it after the meetings ended each day, usually before 3:30. I wore a conservative one-piece, but my recent growth spurt had it pulling down a little on my chest and definitely scooping up my thighs and ass. It was getting worn through, so I later noticed in a mirror how my dark pink nipples and the outline of my lower regions were visible. I was just noticing this when Dad entered the hotel room. His eyes settled on what I saw, and that's when it began. From that point on, he tried to avert his stare. But it didn't work. 

Dad was all about doing good deeds, but he was also human.  This is where I decided I liked the attention, that it was a type of power. This is where he was a sinner and I knew it was a matter of time. I liked that he noticed me and that it made him uncomfortable. I made sure I always dressed modestly. My grades were A's, and I acted as expected in public. My mind was filthy, and I had no intention of changing it. I'd heard about girls and their fathers, that it was the worst sin, and that's what lured me to it. At home, with Mom often out and Andy into sports, I did a lot of laundry, clad in a long t-shirt and nothing underneath. I made sure he was in the garage when I went out, dumped clothes in, and stretched hard across the washer to shuffle towels around. I knew he watched. His erection through his slacks was obvious. I ...

... pretended it wasn't there. I created scenarios like this for months, until after I turned 14. Finally, one afternoon in his office at work, I came to him. I didn't know what else to do. I was sure he and God would hate me. He promised there was nothing so awful that he wouldn't understand, and that God loves all people, all sinners. I took it slowly. I sat in the chair opposite him. 
"You see, Dad, I'm not your angel at all... I haven't done anything, but I want to, and I know that thinking it is just next to committing the act."
"My angel, there's nothing you've thought about that hasn't been thought before. You can be absolved if you just tell me what it is and we can pray together. I will understand. I'm your father, and Our Heavenly Father loves you forever." Our knees were touching.
"Okay," I whispered, "as long as you promise you and God can forgive me." I scooted closer, opening my knees.
"I promise." 
So I took his hand. I gently placed it on my heart. "I'm so glad." Then I came closer, opened my thighs wider. My skirt went no higher than my knees, but I certainly had no trouble guiding his hand up to my pantiless pussy, so wet and ready. He gasped. He gulped. I was his wet little angel. "I want you, to be my first, Daddy. I can't stop thinking about it. Should we start praying?"
His breath became soft pants. He took his hand away. He closed his eyes.
"We can't do this. I love you, but this isn't the way. Yes, we must pray."
So we prayed. And I visited him two more ...