My beautiful 18 year old daughter Alyssa has been prancing around the house in tiny clothes for years, her growing tits bouncing along unsupported, always completely bra-less, even as she grew to a full C-cup. Her standard outfit is a basically sheer white top with her dark nipples clearly visible and those cheeky shorts with the curve of her ass hanging out as she walks around. I've been watching her body develop over the years, her smooth, silky skin taut over her growing curves. She knows she looks good, flaunting her young ripeness with her long blonde hair and dimpled smile.

She's not flaunting for her daddy, of course, just showing off her new curves as many young women do. But I certainly have been enjoying the view. Even though she's my daughter, no man could fail to notice such a perfect body, tight, toned limbs with a tiny little waist, perky round tits jutting out proudly and an ass that doesn't quit. Or maybe I noticed it even more, knowing she is my daughter...

At first, I was content just to watch her, admiring her tight young figure. I'd watch her titties jostle as she ran up and down the stairs and stare at her dark nipples out of the corner of my eye, telling myself there was nothing wrong with looking. Soon, I went from simply watching her firm flesh to fantasizing about what it would feel like to touch her, my dick swelling and throbbing as I imagined it.

I thought about massaging the globes of her ass cheeks, then about groping her glorious tits, squeezing and biting those hard nipples, and finally started fantasizing about parting the wet lips of her little 18 year old pussy. My fantasies of fucking her grew more frequent and consuming, turning into a complete obsession.

One day, I walked past her bedroom as she's changing, having absentmindedly left her door open. I glanced inside with perfect timing as she pulled her shirt up and off, revealing the firm globes of her incredible tits, crowned by pointy brown nipples. Her gorgeous breasts bounced slightly, freed from her shirt, as my dick instantly hardened in my pants, and I decided right then that I had to take my daughter.

Her perfect 18 year old body with those delicious titties, impossibly slim waist, and bubble butt looked like it was built for fucking. I helped create that body, so surely that entitled me to sample her delights? I smiled to myself, my resolve hardening as I plotted possible courses of action. I knew I was going to fuck her somehow - the only question remained how. I didn't want to hurt her, but I'd take her by force if I had to.

As if fate was blessing my sick plan, that very night, Alyssa came home late, well past her curfew. She said the game went into overtime, so the cheerleaders had to stay late too. She looked completely worn out, exhausted, and a little guilty, knowing she's broken the rules. She stood in front of me uncertainly in her cute little cheerleading outfit.