Cin

I pensively tossed my keys against a console table making my entrance into the threshold; "I'm home!!" I declared, but the music was too loud for the person to hear me. Entering my bedroom I instantly realized it was Cindy, she was taking a shower in my bathroom. She was playing the latest fad called K-Pop from one of her devices; humming along with the lyrics, singing the chorus in feigned Korean.

I was relieved in a way because she was obviously by herself and not with a boyfriend or who knows, even a girlfriend? In addition to wearing my pijama shorts from time to time, I have to admit to sometimes learning that Cindy even wore my socks, and some of my tee shirts which she tied at the sides.

I changed in my bedroom from business attire to sweat pants and a tee shirt. Other than that I was barefoot. This was Cindy's house too, I thought, she had a right to take a shower wherever she pleased. Craving anything cold, I rushed downstairs and poured myself a double vodka on the rocks in the kitchen.

I expected to see Cin coming down to greet me at any second, but realized she probably still didn't realize I was even home. A while had gone by since the shower pan stopped running, but she was still in there. Making up my mind to investigate I walked back up. The curiosity was eating me up. Turning the doorknob to the master bedroom I found that the bathroom door was opened, inside the bathroom was imbued with steam.

"Hello?" I said aloud, when out of that miasma came my daughter without a stitch of clothing covering her body. Her pubis completely lathered with heavy shaving cream. As Cynthia got her bearings; for the first time in my life I looked on her as a woman. I don't know if I had already consciously processed the fact that we weren't related.

"Who's out there, you fucking scared the fucking living shit out of me!!!" She cried. She was squinting, rubbing at skin cleanser in her eyes. I thought to myself; Deborah ought' to love our Cynthia's new vocabulary when they get back.

"It's just me Cin, checking on you..." I responded.

"Daddy??" she answered, covering up as much as she could with her hands.

"Yes, it's daddy. What are you doing up here??"

"I didn't know you'd, like, be home this early, dad," she responded. Cynthia reached for a tissue box on top of the bedside table, taking a couple to her face. Upon seeing me clearly in front of her I noticed her slightly primping, not ashamed of showing me her hot little body.

"Me either. The shop called and gave me an appointment to pick the car up early last week, I drove. I've been driving home again."

"Are you angry, daddy?"

"Well no, except I thought this was supposed to be my bathroom," I responded with a mild chuckle.

"I was just, like, shaving my panty-line."

"It looks like you were shaving a little more than a panty-line," I replied, staring at the lather between her long, lean legs.

"Yah, it's just, like, that your bathroom is so big and beautiful. It made me feel like pampering myself," Cin responded, walking back into the bathroom. I just kept ogling her, I couldn't help myself. Being a tad drunk it was hard to not be obvious about that. I stood at the door, unconsciously blocking the way, holding Cynthia captive in my bathroom.

"Dad, you're looking at me all funny," Cindy said standing in the middle of the washroom as the steam dissipated all around her, the lather on her pubis melting, leaking down her silky inner thighs. I just kept admiring her with the glass of vodka in my hand.

"It's just, you really matured into an attractive young woman," I blurted out.

"You think so?"

"Definitely, you're a knockout!"

"I don't mind it when you look at me, daddy..." she uttered, coquettishly. Her angelic face had a blush to it from the hot shower.

"Mind if I get a closer look??"

"Of course not!" She replied confidently.

"Are you sure?"

"And put that silly glass down, you look so stupid hiding behind your drink," answered Cindy.

I tipped down my glass, gulping down what remained of the vodka. I let a single ice cube roll into my mouth, sucking on it to distract me until I found myself inside the bathroom. Alone with a naked eighteen year old. I questioned what I was doing for a moment, but decided to see this through.

I couldn't really blame her for bathing in there. The deluxe master bathroom was lit with a bright chandelier, had "crema marfil" style cultured marble walls, and also travertine marble floors. It was made to glitter every morning by a part-time housekeeper and decorated with fresh white roses.

The bathroom was also plated with golden fixtures on the sink and tub handles, my bathtub and sink were made of custom porcelain, the luxury shower was entirely separate, and I had beautiful prints of oceanic dragons crafted into the high walls. As I approached, Cindy playfully took the can of shaving cream and let the lather gush out toward me, catching me on the chest.

"Now you got a shower!" She teased.

"Gee Cin, you practically emptied that full canister of shaving cream on me. Now daddy's going to have to take this shirt off," I said, peeling it away slowly. Exposing my mighty chest to her hoping she wouldn't mind my belly fat. I was lean and toned, not flabby. She smiled and then leaned over taking her mobile device in her hands, sifting through her playlist.

"I'll put a song on for us, OK?" Cindy said, all smiles.

"Sure, I'll wait" I answered, able to catch an eyeful of her little derrière and bright pink button-like nipples. Her small breasts were a 32A, and perfectly symmetrical. Her body was still damp, her hair still wet. The set list of K-Pop began streaming out of her mobile again. Music I had grown tired of by now began to play, yet again. I asked her to lower the volume so we could chat.

"Is this OK?" she said. Wet fingers nervously handling the device, setting it back down next to an empty franchise cup of latte.

"That's perfect, pumpkin."

"Maybe you should help me shave down there," Cindy said in a sultry tone.

"I'd like that very much. Why don't you just have a seat next to the ol' sink there," I responded, noisily dragging out a vanity chair from under the flat marble surface.

I opened a drawer nearby, rummaging through its interior. I took out an ivory comb and one brand new triple blade razor. Cindy turned around giving me a great view of her perfect little round ass, scooting her body up on the cool stone surface, parting her legs open.

"Let's see what we got here," holding the fine tooth ivory gem in my hand I began delicately combing Cindy's hair behind her forehead, then I started gently combing her sides. As I did this she smiled, encouraging me to plant a few kisses on her cheek. My hand reached for a vintage antique vanity hand mirror which lay face down, I handed it to Cynthia.

"Look at how how precious you look without all that make-up, Cynthia," I added, watching her smile reflected at me across the mirror.

"I don't think I'm that beautiful daddy. Just kinda' cute."

"No, you're so much more than just cute, babygirl," I answered, watching her smile widen in the mirror, revealing her porcelain teeth.

"OK, turn your head, baby-doll," I said running the comb down the length of her red hair which she had blended with black highlights. The comb was able to undo many of the knots along the way. I noticed split ends she had from all the junk she was mixing into her natural hair.

"I think we should talk, Cin. About all that's been going on with your new friends. About mom," I said continuing to comb her locks. I left her hair neatly slicked back. Looking into Cindy's beautiful narrow eyes without all the usual eye make-up was refreshing. She looked like her old self.

"Cindy, what in the name of God; or in the case of you and your friends, Satan; are you doing to your hair? Mommy will have me gutted if I send you back to her like this," I remarked, brushing down the length of her back, admiring the freckles all over her shoulders. I placed my hand over one and squeezed gently as Cynthia looked on at me holding the hand mirror, my face reflected on it.

"Well, maybe I can just live with you," she said.

"You know I can't do that honey, not with my schedule. I think it's time you went back to mommy, at least for a while. You've been slacking off too much staying with your old man."

"Daddy, should we get started down there?? I mean before the lather wears off," Cindy uttered suggestively.

"OK, just open your legs so I can get in, and lean back with both arms," I requested, sitting on the vanity chair, eye level with her pussy.

I took a fresh hand towel from one of my shelves, started wiping away the excess lather. Cynthia sat there completely still, the skin on her tummy scrunching up as she leaned back against the large mirror, letting me work on her, giving me her trust, looking at me the way a woman looks at a man. Even though Cindy didn't know I wasn't her father I realized she was maturing into a hot blooded young female.

"You put way too much lather on yourself," I said just wiping it all off of her bright red muff with the towel.

Opening the drawer again I quietly searched for my pair of manicure Damascus steel scissors. After drying off the reddish fibers between her pale thighs I began snipping away, noticing the scattered freckles and beauty marks on her slim thighs. Knowing I had to get the length of her pubes down. As I contemplated the next step she just kept admiring her cute face in the hand mirror. At times she leaned back like I asked her to, both arms behind her, lip synching to K-Pop.

"You see this way it won't hurt as much, pumpkin," I said.

"Um-hum," she muttered, her bedroom eyes looking down at me, then back at her reflection. Her long legs were parted, bent, her feet flat against the marble surface. I took her reddish curls between my fingers, slowly made my way through my daughter's curly little bush. At the same time the man in me couldn't help not staring at this young woman's rich, salmon-colored, vaginal petals.

I asked her to pass me my canister of shaving cream, dabbing it over the neatly trimmed pubic hair. Cindy attempted to wrestle the canister away from me, dumping shaving cream over my sweat pants, we both shared another giggling session. But when our eyes met I knew we were playing a dangerous game. Yet our physical desire for each other was mutual, and strong.

"Now you got me on my pants. Daddy's going to have to remove them too, is that OK?" I asked. Her eyes looked captivated, and she nodded.

"Of course, daddy; I've seen you like that before. You look adorable," I got up again and lowered my sweats in front of her. I was just wearing cotton briefs underneath.

After sitting on the vanity chair again in my white cotton briefs I resumed my work on her, patiently painted every last red hair on Cynthia's pubis with my thick, smooth, white shaving lather. She wasn't very hairy, but I realized I had my share to work with. I drew the skin upward with my fingertips holding the razor flat against her skin.

I very slowly moved the razor head over her lathered up pubes, against the hair growth. Applying light pressure I rolled the razor down with quick soft strokes, hearing it cut through her well lathered red curls. A trail of smooth pale skin appeared in the raw light; hiding, once nestled so comfortably underneath her little red bush. The blades on the razor continued to cut through Cynthia's pubic hair.

I was so nervous and excited that the scales on the shank of the handle were hurting my fingertips. By this time I had an erection under my tight white briefs. Asking her to turn the knob on the sink to her left I wet the blade to get rid of the funky stuff from time to time, swishing it under hot water to avoid any razor burns. I was pressing down harder, I used to shave with a feather Japanese straight razor when I was a young man so I knew the secrets to a close shave.

"I wanna' be careful not to nick you, baby-doll"

"No daddy, it actually feels really good." She said playing with the canister of shaving cream, spewing a line out into the air. Both of her oval breasts were resting at her sides and the line of lather landed on her midriff, just over her bellybutton. Cynthia giggled loudly, and we both sang along to her K-Pop.

"Hey, keep still," I insisted.

"You can cut me daddy. That is with your penis, I'm still a virgin..." She returned. Once I heard those particular words coming from Cynthia's lips I froze. My penis swelling rock hard, the tip now visible past the waistline of my tighty-whities.

"I like it when you talk to me like that, Cin," I responded.

"But how come you're still a virgin?" I asked.

"You seem like a wild-child, just like your old man," I added; referring to her actual father.

"I almost lost it twice. But I ran away both times," She answered.

"Really?" I asked.

"I think I was just being a cock tease, you know? I think deep down I'm just waiting to lose my virginity to a gentleman, not just some ungrateful loser," she returned.

Taking the hint, I placed a soft folded-up towel behind her head to let her rest her body back comfortably against the mirror. I gently brought my left thumb against her slit, caressing it. My other hand finished shaving her pubis in downward strokes getting as close to the roots as possible without nicking her. Hooking my thumb in deeper inside her cunt I starting to move around inside of her love canal, in circles.

I looked up, watching her as she shut her eyes, her breasts raising slightly, Cynthia's chest heaving faster and faster. I then started probing, fingering the rim of her little love-box quicker. Once my thumb started flicking her clit, Cindy started releasing stodgy clipped squeals relishing the pleasure I was giving her.

"It seems to be coming off nicely," I said, watching the razor leave behind more roads of fresh skin.

Deciding to finish up, I removed my finger, carefully shaving down pubes I had neatly trimmed around her lips, having left that area for last. With a hand towel I placed on her thigh I managed to clean away the curly red bristles stuck in between the blades, and holding her soft skin back on every angle I closely shaved away the last patch of hair close to her honey pot.

Her pussy was now perfectly bald and looked smooth. All that remained was a heart shaped cleft of plump skin parting into her celestial hole. I got up reaching over, taking another fresh hand towel. I firmly wiped her pubis with it, getting rid of the left over cream.

"Now it's time for a smoothness test" I said, taking her by her broad hips, pulling her out to me from the table a bit. I parted open her thighs with both of my hands, and sitting back down on the vanity chair, leaned my head in, licking her snatch. I started at the rim of her anus, licking all the way up her midriff. I then circled and teased my tongue over her thoroughly shaved pubic area, leaving behind a tiny translucent pool of saliva.

"Yummy, you're all done!!" I commented, listening to a soft breathy cry from this angel. Cynthia leaned back, seemed amazed her body could feel such enormous pleasure. She looked a little scared and ashamed. I calmly reached under her taking her ass in both hands, moving her to the edge of the table again. I reassured her by whispering tender words to her that made her smile.

I then wrapped both of my arms around her long lean legs and opened them wider apart. Pretty soon I was eating out her pussy, tasting the nectar of life. The glands of my starving mouth savoring Cynthia's ripe virginal juices. I hungrily probed deep into her tiny love-box, darting my tongue against her piss hole, desperately releasing Cynthia's little hidden jewel from its protective hood with my mouth.

I besieged it with kisses, licks, infinitesimal darts, and steady circling with the tip of my tongue. Her eyes looked glazed and radiant as I stared back hard, my tongue buried inside her pussy, slowly but surely summoning up her first orgasm as I hummed, slathered, and flicked her throbbing clitoris with oceans of saliva, fucking her pussy with my meaty tongue.

"Ahhhhhhh mmmmmm Ohhhhhh Dadddddyyyyyyy!!!!" Cindy bellowed as my mouth accepted her powerful orgasm.

It wasn't long before sweet nectar was squirting into my large mouth. I rose from the chair, full as a tick yet still starving and ready for the entrée, my mouth drooling as I looked down at Cin's body as if it were a full course dinner.

"Now you have to let me fuck you," I said, sliding my hands under the waistline of my white briefs, stating to lower them.

"Yeah, dad, I really need a cock in there."

"I don't think you'll be disappointed, honey" I responded letting my cock free, feeling the friction of the tight waistband burning my erected stem's lower region, not able to wait any longer, my briefs halfway down my ass.

"I've been so horny all day," she confessed.

"Me too, baby," I replied.

I held my thick seven-incher in one hand and placed the head against her slit. With my fingers I allowed the fat crown to glide up and down her oily lips, way beyond the point of stopping by now.

"Put it in daddy. I'm ready."

Letting the head slowly peel her outer lips in, my cock began to feel compressed with such heavenly delight as to make me want to die on the spot. My sweat soaked briefs snapped, they tore stretching themselves over my fat ass. Applying slow steady pressure I felt the tip of my penis hit my daughter's hymen; "Daddy. It hurts. It really, really hurts daddy!!! Nooo, mmmm daddy, it hurts so bad. Ahhhh mmm Gawd, daddy. Please ahhh ooooo!"

"It only hurts in the beginning baby girl, just close your eyes. Bite down on your tongue. Just be brave, pumpkin. Do what daddy tells you," I mumbled.

"Oh my God daddy! Ouch! Mmm ohhhh. It hurts so bad daddy..." I bravely lanced through, just the head popping in. My daughter let out a scream feeling her hymen ripping.

I leaned into her. With my hand I kneaded her small oval breasts. The right one covered with the shaving cream she poured over her stomach. We kissed passionately, our tongues madly gliding against themselves. I tasted the essence of Cynthia's mouth, letting my saliva mix with her's as my tongue pushed past her lips.

Leaning back down, I kissed her on the cheek looking at her face, admiring my daughter's freckles; "Let's count the freckles on little Cindy," I said, pointing them out with my finger, my other hand stroking back her hair against her forehead, assuaging her pain.

"One, two, three, four, five...six...seven...K, time to clean up some spilt milk, baby," I muttered, gaining momentum again. My hips bucking, running in inch by wonderful inch into her tightness, deflowering her, moving in slow circles, filling her snatch with the sin of the world, stuffing her with raging hot erect cock, making my daughter a woman.

Clutching her by her waist I let my hips push my entire cock into my daughter, savoring the feeling of muscles she never used before seizing my cock from every possible ridge, holding it in her so tightly and honestly. Raising myself again I watched her expression slowly shift from an expression of the sharpest pain, to one of a most profound pleasure. She was smiling now, with eyes glazed, staring vaguely into my eyes, her eyes were filled with warmth.

"...Yeah, honey. Just like that. Let go," I whispered as I continued to neatly fuck my daughter, my glistening hips swaying in rhythm to her K-Pop playing in the background, hot water running from the sink next to us, her red pubes scattering all over us like dust. I could hardly see my thick frame or face in the steamed up mirror.

Her legs were completely spread, bouncing over my forearms as I took her. Grabbing one of her ankles, I practically sucked in half her foot into my hot mouth, my saliva slathering through her naked toes, running down her calf, my pelvis slapping in and out of her.