Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

Taking My Daughter Sabine Ch. 3

... chuckling, "It's not like you swim anywhere but on the roof."

She glanced away uncomfortably, biting her lip, and I decided I'd had enough of discussing it, so I pulled the small pink bag from behind the computer desk, and handed it to her.

"Look," I said firmly. "Wear it, don't wear it, but take it anyway. I bought it for you."

and with that I picked up my book, grabbed my towel, and headed out the door saying, "I'm going to the pool to read. I'll see you later."

So I took up a position on one of the lawn chairs by the pool, and commenced to read.

After a few minutes Sabine joined me, but I was so engrossed in my book that I didn’t even realize that she was standing in front of me until she cleared her throat.

As I looked up from my book she asked, "What do you think?"

She was wearing the bikini I'd bought for her, and I have to say that she put that model to shame.

"Wow," I said, "You look really nice sweetie."

"Really?" she inquired, biting her lip, and blushing.

"Yes," I insisted, "Really."

I put my book down in my lap, partly to show her that she had my undivided attention, but mostly to hide the raging hard-on that I'd suddenly gotten from seeing her sexy body in this little bikini.

"Come on love," I said, trying not to sound lecheress, "Give us a spin."

She put her arms out, and did a quick twirl for me, and I know this sounds bad, me being her father, and all, but the sight of Sabine's thick, juicy ass in what little there was ...

... of those bikini bottoms made my cock twitch.

"Well," she said shyly, "Thanks daddy."

Then she quickly came up, and kissed me on the cheek, before running, and jumping into the pool.

I lifted my book back up, but kept it resting on my thighs so that Sabine couldn't see the bulge in my trunks, and with my sunglasses on she couldn't see me watching her as she swam to the other side of the pool, and back, climbing out of the water in front of me, and stretching, pushing her wet hair out of her face.

The way her hard nipples strained against the thin fabric that was barely covering her ripening breasts as she stood before me all wet, and dripping, completely unaware that I was staring at her, made me think about her masturbating in the shower.

Although part of me was screaming, 'Get a grip man! She's your daughter!' I still reached down, and rubbed my hard cock, a wet stain almost instantly appearing on my swim trunks as I practically squirted precum.

"Can I get your towel dad?" She asked, breaking my reverie.

"Sure love." I answered, setting my book down over my stiff penis, and tossing her the towel.

She rubbed the towel over her head, drying her hair a little, and causing her marvelous breasts to sway, and jiggle in her tiny bikini.

Then she proceeded to lay the towel on the deck next to the pool, basically laying her pretty wet body down at my feet.

As much as I tried to resist my eyes couldn't help but wander down her smooth, kissable neck, over ...