My Barely Legal Daughter Tied Me Up and Raped Me

Story Excerpt

I was slouched on the couch that evening, mindlessly flipping through channels, when Lanie walked into the living room. She’d just turned 18 a week ago, and something about her had shifted. She had a tiny towel wrapped around her body after her shower, barely covering her chest, the damp fabric clinging to her skin. Water droplets slid down her neck, disappearing into the deep valley between her full tits as she bent over the coffee table to grab a magazine. The towel hitched up at the back, showing off the lower curve of her firm ass, and I caught myself staring before snapping my eyes away, a hot jolt shooting through me that I tried to bury.

“Daddy, do you think my boobs are too big for this towel?” she asked, straightening up and pushing her chest out, the fabric straining over her curves.

I gripped the remote tighter, forcing my focus to the TV screen. “Lanie, cover yourself up properly.”

She let out a little giggle, adjusting the towel just enough to flash more skin before sitting across from me on the other couch. She crossed her legs slow, a sliver of smooth thigh peeking out as she leaned back, watching me with a glint in her eye that made my chest tighten.