Fingers moved over the back of my hand, carefully lifting it off my cock, only to take its position around my shaft, massaging it softly. In awe, I looked up to meet my daughters gaze, and instead met her lips, delicately touching mine. I felt the tip of her tongue glide over them, exploring me. I kissed her back, one hand resting on her neck, our mouths met for the first time.
She unlocked her lips and looked at me, a mischievous spark in her eyes.
"So, daddy. Would you consider groping me now?"
She might have had to ask twice, but forcing her to ask three times would have been insane. I pushed my hand in between her spread thighs, faster and more eagerly than I had intended, and she giggled like a mermaid as two of my fingers slipped inside her tight, sensational cunt. I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb, too excited to control myself, as two fingers pulled in and out of her, deep and rhythmically. She moaned and moved her hips against my hand. It was heaven. Her hand was caressing my cock - my daughter's hand, for god's sake! - and an explosion of sensations shot through my body. I felt an urge building up inside of me, an urge I had been cultivating since that night in the living room, and I was ready to give in to it.
I slipped my fingers out of her cunt, wrapped both my arms around her and place my hands on her ass. I lifted her, easily through the hot water, and pulled her into my lap, straddling my cock, ready to push it into that magnificent pussy and make my daughter come, long and hard.
"No, daddy", Clara said with a soft voice and lifted herself from my lap. "We can't do that. You're my father, it's not right."
"It is right, Clara", I said, slightly ashamed by the desperation on my voice. "It feels right, and I know it feels right to you too."
"Yes, it does ..." She slipped back down to the spot next to me. "But we still can't, daddy. It's crossing the line. It's not ok."
"But Clara, baby. We have crossed the line already. You helped me cross the line, and I'm so grateful for that. I love your body, I love touching it and being touched, and your lips and your hair in this light and god, Clara, I love you so much."
"I love you too daddy, you know I do." She kissed my fingertips. "That's why I want you to do these things to me. I want you to be happy, and I see how happy it makes you when I let you touch me and play with me and turn me on. You should have seen your face when your fingers entered my pussy. Of course I will let you touch me, daddy. But we have to have boundaries. There has to be some ground rules."
So we sat there in the jacuzzi, me and my daughter Clara, her drawing up the ground rules for our future relationship and me trying to focus enough on her words to remember them, while all I could see was her softly glowing pussy, her firm, silky breasts and her velvety lips. This is what I remembered afterwards:
Touching was only allowed when Sam was not around. I could touch her breasts, pull up her shirt, play with her nipples, suck them, everything breast-related was on the table. She would give me hand-jobs, and occasionally let me finger her, but she drew the line at licking and sucking. And absolutely no fucking. Putting my cock anywhere inside of her was a no-go zone.
The picture she painted was one of endless pleasure - having a steaming hot, naked woman walking around my house with permission to touch her as I pleased - but also of endless throbbing hard-ons, aching for relief. I knew already that hand-jobs would not be enough to get me through the days. But I was not going to break Clara's rules.
I was so grateful to her, my sex goddess, the most selfless, carefree woman I had ever met. My little girl, who knew exactly what everybody needed.
But as I've told you, my daughter Clara was no fan of rules, not even her own. She would regularly push the limits she herself had set. She would straddle me at dinner, right in front of her little brother, pretend-riding my cock like a horse until it was hard enough so she could please herself through the fabric of my slacks. She would kiss the tip of my cock goodnight after I had finished myself watching her fingering her pussy, in spite of the no-mouth-rule.
And her fluid boundaries went the other way too. As I entered the kitchen one day, Clara was already sitting on the counter, naked in all her teenage glory, spreading her legs lightly and caressing her nipples tantalizing.
"Oh Daddy", she said, voice like Sharon Stone, her lips moist and sultry. "My nipples are so hard and tender. Won't you please help me, Daddy?"
"Sure, baby girl, anything for you." I caressed one of her nipples, carefully rubbing it between my fingertips. It was indeed very hard, and the way she winced convinced me it was just as tender as she had claimed. I gently sucked it into my mouth, letting my tongue explore it. She leaned back, steadying herself on the counter behind her, and did her 'Oh daddy! Oh daddy!"-thing, which I knew was designed to turn me on, and by god it did. I started sucking her nipple harder, like a baby would suck its mother's breast, and slipped my hand down between her legs to grab a feel of her clitoris. When I did, she jerked back and said:
"Dad! What are you doing?"
"Baby, I'm just making you feel good." I didn't let go of her clitoris, but she tore herself free and jumped down on the floor.
"You can't just touch my pussy whenever you like, you should ask before you do that."
I looked her, surprised.
"You set the ground rules, honey. You said I could touch you whenever I wanted to."
"Whatever, I'm your daughter, and I should have to have the right to say no when my dad puts his hands on my cunt."
I pointed at my bulge, more often present than not these days.
"And what do I do with this, baby doll?" I blinked at her mischievously and smiled.
"Oh daddy. I just feel strange about it. You're my father, maybe you shouldn't be getting horny by touching your daughter's body."
This wasn't the first time she seemed to change her mind about our arrangement. I knew at heart what she said was true - I should not be touching my daughter that way - but for some reason, hearing her say that only turned me on more.
I wasn't about to violate her, though. I loved her in every way, as a daughter, a woman and a lover.
"Of course, sweetheart. I'm sorry. You just let me know when you feel up for it again."
"Maybe I never do, dad. I don't know. Maybe this is wrong."
I stroke her hair.
"Your call, Clara. I'll do whatever you want."
But later that night, she had a change of mind, again. I was in bed, reading a thriller and trying not to think about her body, her pussy, her lips kissing mine as my fingers were inside of her, to no avail, when my phone beeping broke the silence.
'Please come to my room, daddy. Need your help.'