When I picked you up from school there was a conflict raging within. There was the possibility you would refrain from your sexual approaches now that you knew the dangers involved. I could take your reaction as a lifeline from my predicament. On the other hand, I was fervently wishing you wouldn't. I had tasted the forbidden fruit and found it hard to forego. The main point being, I was but a puppet in your hands, the hands of a sweet docile twelve-year-old. I had fully abandoned my duty as an adult to make the responsible choices, and I liked it.
Your mother was returning at night, sleeping under our common roof for twelve nights before leaving again.
"What's wrong, my little princess?"
You thought for a few seconds, silent and sad.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I know you said you also like it a lot what we did, as much as I do, but you see, still, it could get you in jail and I started it all. Nothing would've happened if I hadn't asked that stupid question."
"Don't worry please. I know no one will ever find out. You only have to trust me. Daddy will know how to keep things safe." I was being as convincing as needed. "Look, I promise I will not go to jail. Ever. You can trust me, I'll know exactly what to do, and I'll take all the necessary steps so it doesn't happen."
My words eased your worries. We smiled at each other, a knowing smile which could mean so many different things, but we always knew exactly what it meant each time. Your trust in me gave you all the peace of mind you were missing.
We were getting home as we finished talking. I already had an erection from the anticipation.
"Daddy" you said once we were inside, as you closed in for a hug, rubbing against my phallus. "Do you remember how we used to sit on your favorite couch and cuddle when it was cold outside?"
"Of course I remember, Princess."
I sat there and reached for you. You came to me with a smile and sat on my lap. It was a smile of trust, the trust you had in your Daddy.
"Dad, I'm cold. Could you warm me up please?"
I laid my hand on the sweet, fresh skin of your knee and softly caressed it in circles. Your skin felt so fresh in my warm hand. I moved it up your thigh.
"Is it okay for me to touch my little baby girl here?"
"Of course it is Daddy, you can touch me wherever you want. I'm your baby girl."
My hand kept on going up and down your thigh, every time a little further, reaching the hem of your skirt. I slid my fingers in between your thighs, close to your knees. I loved seeing how your chest moved rhythmically in strong heaves. There was no doubt about it now, I was getting ready to use your devotion for my satisfaction in a permanent fashion.
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