Daddy slid the glass shower door back and turned on the spray. The shower had a large shallow tub and a shower head on opposite walls. Little One sat on the bed and watched him, framed by the door way, drop his pants and step out of them like a flamingo, perfectly balanced on one foot. He pulled his boxers down and let them fall to the floor. Little One took a deep breath. Daddy's penis had lost its edge, hanging down as it had the first time Little One had seen it earlier that morning. Daddy motioned to her and she bounced onto the floor and into the bathroom. Daddy gently tugged his shirt off her shoulders and stepped back to look at her as she stood before him. Her hard nipples were reddened from the earlier play and she shyly held her hands crossed over her curly black pubic hair. Her skin was white made whiter by the jet black hair on her shoulders and between her legs. Little One's breasts rose as she took deep breaths, trying to hold off a dizzy feeling. Her face was getting hot again. Daddy did not speak. His eyes were held on hers, but she could not keep the gaze. She slowly dipped her eyes down Daddy's hairy chest, over his flat stomach to see his cock, revived and hard again. She looked back up to see Daddy smiling at her. Little One took another deep breath and smiled, knowing her face was red. She pulled a towel from the rack and tied her hair up, exposing her slender neck. Her raised arms pulled her breasts high on her chest and her nipples pointed upward. Daddy held his breath as Little One finished tucking the towel up. He imagined her as a polished marble statue, her perfect form, so smooth and round carved by Michelangelo. He thought again of a portrait of Little One. Perhaps two portraits, one for the front parlor, over the mantel and another, as she stood before him, for his study.

The bathroom was now hot and foggy from the shower running for several minutes. Daddy stepped into the shower and held out his hand to Little One. She stepped in with him and they stood toe to toe with the hot water hitting each ones back. Little One swallowed hard. She did not dare look down. She knew Daddy's hard penis was almost touching her. . Daddy rubbed the soap in the wet cloth to make a foam and spread the lather across Little One's shoulders and down between her breasts. Little One closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Daddy's slick soapy hands felt so good under the hot water. Daddy made slow circles of foam across her stomach and down between her thighs. Little One spread her knees slightly and put her hands on Daddy's shoulders to keep her balance. Daddy knelt down and ran the cloth though her legs up the cleft of her bottom.

Little One opened her eyes. The fine spray was washing through Daddy's hair and down his back. The hair on his back was not as thick as on his chest and danced in the streams running down his back. Daddy cupped Little One's ass in his hands and pulled her to him. He kissed her navel and opened his mouth to catch and drink the hot water running down her stomach. Little One rubbed her fingers across Daddy's shoulders. The muscles rippled when he raised his arms and made his back wider, looking like wings under the skin. Little One bent down a little to run her hands down across his shoulder blades. Every part of Daddy seemed solid and unmovable. Little One liked the sound of the water spraying on them. She was sure Daddy would hear her heartbeat if the water was turned off. Little One's hands ran up Daddy's neck and behind his ears. Daddy slowly stood up, catching Little One' s nipples, one and then the other, in his lips. Her stomach shuddered at his touch. Little felt his cock slide up against her slick stomach and she shivered, even under a spray of hot water. Daddy wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her to him with her forehead against his cheek. He could feel her nipples against her chest and hugged her a little tighter.

Little One could feel Daddy's penis pressing hard into her stomach. It was hard like Daddy's arms. She tried to remember all Edith had told her about her boyfriend, how she would play with his cock and make it shoot cum. Would it work standing up, she wondered. Daddy brought his mouth to hers and kissed her, their lips a perfect seal. It was a new taste, not like before. Little One curled her fingers on his back, raking her nails over his skin.

Daddy relaxed his hold on her and let her step back a bit. He took the soap and the cloth from the dish and pressed into her hand. Little One sucked her bottom lip in and realized what he wanted. She rubbed the soap vigorously and made a foamy lather. The soap squirted out of her hand and bounced around the tub at their feet. Little One put the cloth to Daddy's chest and wiped it across him and down his stomach in one motion. She wanted to be gentle, like Daddy had been with her, but her heart was racing, her head felt hot, the steam from the shower filled her lungs and she wanted air. Little One's hands shook as her fingers made rows in the soapy hair. Daddy leaned back against the wall and relaxed. Little One's hands were soft and smooth running through his hair. The fine spray was washing down from both sides. He closed his eyes and felt the cloth wrap around his penis and Little One's hands squeeze him tight. The cloth dropped off and her fingers curled around it, gliding on the suds. Daddy felt his back relax and flatten against the wall as Little One slid her hands over the head and back down to the base. Little One cradled his scrotum gently in one hand. It was hanging loose and smooth in the hot shower. Little One pulled it forward to see it better. It was nothing like a baby boy. Little One tried to remember all of Edith's story.

She heard Daddy moan and looked at his face. His eyes were closed and his head was turned slightly, resting against the wall. Daddy's moan was more like a growl or a purr deep in his throat. The soap had rinsed away and Little One remembered Edith's instruction. She squeezed the shaft gently and pulled the skin up and over the head. Daddy's legs tensed and held him solid against her pull. Her hand slid back to the base and pulled again. Daddy growled again and Little One felt encouraged. She pulled the skin up again and marveled how the veins moved with the skin. Daddy's cock was harder than his arms or his legs. She could feel ribs in the muscle under the skin. The underside was softer and with each stroke, shiny fluid appeared at the tip. Little One felt Daddy's balls pull up against his penis. Daddy's fingers uncurled and he flattened his hands against the wall. Little One could see his chest heave as he breathed harder and faster. Little One pumped faster as her heart raced. She felt Daddy's balls move in her hand and the underside of his cock swell under her fingers.

Little One stared with her mouth dropped open as the head of Daddy's cock flared and a jet of white semen leapt from the tip, followed by three more that splashed on her arm and across her thigh. She caught the last spurt in the hand and looked up to see Daddy smile at her through half closed eyes. Little One proudly grinned and held her hand up for Daddy to see the rivulet of semen slowly run across her palm. She caught it with her finger and delighted in its sticky texture. Little One put her finger to her mouth and touched it to her tongue. Her head swam for just a bit. It was a new taste. She was not sure what she was expecting, she thought it might taste like her pussy cream, but this was different. She wanted a name or label for this new taste and feel on her tongue. She looked again at Daddy, still leaning against the wall, but looking awake now. It tasted like Daddy, she decided. It was Daddy's mouth, his neck, his chest, his arms, lime and spice all in on drop, clinging to her finger. Little One looked down to see the water washing the rest of it off her thigh and wished she had caught it all.

"Did I do that right, Daddy" She asked. Daddy smiled and put his arms around her and held her tight.

"Yes Little One. You did that right. You did that exactly right." he whispered to her.