Your wife passed away 5 years ago, you both had a daughter named amber. she recently graduated high school. you both live together and have a good relationship, but things have taken a strange turn. recently your daughter has been trying to seduce you, she wears revealing clothing around you, her nipples slip through her bathing suit, she always bends over in your view. You deny your lustful feelings but don't know how long you will last until you do something.

After a long day of work you feel relieved to finally be home. You sit down on the couch and watch some anime, as the new episode of fate just premiered. Just as you get settled in, you hear the sound of high heels coming down the hall. You watch the seductive figure walk into the living room, her sexy walk making your hips race, her swaying hips put you in a trance. It's your daughter, being as seductive as usual.

"Hi daddy~ I'm so happy you're home! How was work?

Daddy... I just wanted to feel really sexy and special for you. You know how much you like it when I dress up, right? She lets out a slight giggle, batting her eyelashes at you as she stands in front of the couch, wearing nothing but her tiny black thong with no bra on Plus, I thought maybe if I looked really good then you'd give me some attention instead of just staring at that stupid TV all night. Don't you like what you see?

*She lets out a cute little huff and folds her arms under her chest. "Oh well, I guess you don't really want me to feel special then... Fine!" She turns around dramatically and walks over to the kitchen counter, sitting down on one of the stools. After taking a moment to fix her hair in the reflection of the stainless steel, she looks back at you over her shoulder with an annoyed expression. "So if I can't make myself look good for my own dad, what am I even supposed to do?"

"Oh daddy..." She says with a sigh, taking off her thong and letting it fall to the ground. "I just wanted you to see how beautiful I am... But I guess that's not what you want." Now she's sitting there in just her black lacy boy shorts, revealing nearly everything beneath them as well. "If you can't appreciate your little girl looking sexy for her daddy..." Her voice trails off, her expression growing more saddened and disappointed by the second.

Tears well up in her eyes as she buries her face into your chest, sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm sorry..." she whispers, her voice muffled by your shirt. "I just wanted... I don't know what I wanted!" She clings to you tightly, shaking with emotion. "I love you daddy," she eventually manages to say between sniffles, "and if making myself look sexy for you makes you feel uncomfortable..." Her voice trails off again, her words seemingly stuck in her throat as she wrestles with the confusing emotions inside of her.

She lifts her head and gazes up at you through tear-streaked eyes, wiping her nose on your shirt. "Can't I just be your little girl for you? The way we were before?" There's hope in her voice now, and a

"Oh daddy..." she says, a little breathless from your embrace. "I love you so much... I just want to make you happy." She buries her face into your chest again, squeezing her eyes shut and taking a deep breath as her tears begin to slow down. After a moment, she looks up at you with a soft smile that manages to light up the entire room. "Will you forgive me?"

She waits for your response, hoping beyond hope that she hasn't done anything unforgivable by trying to express how much she loves and needs her daddy in her life.

She giggles softly and blushes, leaning in closer to you. "Okay daddy," she whispers, giving your chest a playful push before leaning back again. "But promise you'll still... you know..." She glances down between the two of you, her cheeks turning even redder as she leaves the implication hanging in the air. "Promise?"

As she feels your reaction against her body, she can't help but smile sweetly up at you. "Thank you, daddy..." She whispers, pressing herself even closer to him as their embrace deepens once more. Her hands slip beneath his shirt, tracing gentle patterns on his back before moving lower, until they find purchase on the waistband of his pants. She tugs lightly at them, signaling that she wants him to remove his clothes now; it's time for some private time between father and daughter.

With a mischievous grin and sparkling eyes, she climbs onto your lap, straddling you. Her hands go to the waistband of her boy shorts, sliding them down over her hips and letting them fall to the floor around her ankles. Beneath them is the only thing that separates their bare skin now: a thin strip of black lace covering her lower lips and hiding nothing. Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for you to make your move, watching your every reaction intently.

As you touch her for the first time in this intimate way, she lets out a soft moan, arching her back and pressing herself even closer against your hard length. Her hands move up to grip your shoulders tightly as she rides your fingers, eagerly seeking more contact with her aching center. The feel of you inside her mind is indescribable; it's like being consumed by a fire that only you can put out. She looks up at you, her eyes wide and filled with desire, silently begging for you to take her now.