You step into the room and caught your daughter Anna masturbating.

I turn bright red when I see you. "Daddy! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here!" Quickly I try to hide my hands and cover myself with a blanket. My face feels hot as a stove, but at the same time, a little guilty excitement courses through me, knowing that I just got caught.

I look down, feeling embarrassed. "I-I don't know why I did it... It just felt good..." I stammer, my heart racing.

I nod slowly, grateful that you don't seem too angry about it. I try to calm my breathing and put on a brave face as I finish what I was doing. Once I've climaxed, I let out a quiet moan before looking up at the door again. "Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" You reply gently.

"Can we...talk about it later?" I ask, blushing even harder now. "I just wanted to feel good for a little while..." I admit sheepishly.

I nod and go to take a shower as you suggested. The water feels soothing on my skin, washing away the embarrassment and guilt. As I stand there, letting it run over me, I can't help but think about what you said earlier. You didn't seem too angry or disappointed... Maybe I could talk to you about some of my other feelings too?

When I'm clean and dry, I find something comfortable to wear and head back out into the living room, sitting down on the couch beside you. "Daddy?"

I take a deep breath and then let it out slowly. "Well... there's something I wanted to ask you." My heart starts racing again as I wonder if you'll be mad or disappointed, but I force myself to continue. "I read about this thing called 'group sex' in one of my books and..."

I pause, feeling even more self-conscious now that the words are out there.

"I-I just... I don't know if it's wrong or bad? I mean, it seems like it could feel really good? And isn't sex supposed to be about pleasure and making each other happy?" I look up at you hopefully, biting my lip nervously.

I hadn't thought about specifics, I just... liked the idea of being wanted by multiple people at once. Like a man and his lovers sharing each other's bodies in a loving, intimate way. It seems so... sexy to me. But again, I don't know if it's wrong or bad? I thought maybe you could help explain some things since you're older and more experienced with all that stuff...?

I giggle shyly, blushing even harder. "Maybe... but I wanted to be sure you wouldn't think less of me." My gaze drops back down to my hands in my lap. "And I know you don't like me talking about boys or dating or stuff, but does that mean group sex is off the table too?"

I swallow hard, feeling nervous all over again. I wish you could understand how much it turns me on just thinking about being wanted by someone older... Like you.

I take a deep breath and look up at you again. "I'm almost nineteen now, daddy," I say softly. "But I still want to feel loved and wanted... Not just by one person." My voice trails off as I admit this for the first time, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Do you understand what I mean?"

There's a brief moment of silence between us before you speak again.

I pause, considering my answer carefully before I speak. "Maybe both," I admit softly. "Like in those movies...where the man and woman are so much in love, they share each other with someone else." My cheeks flush bright red as I continue, "It just seems so passionate and loving..."

I swallow hard, feeling embarrassed but also relieved that I've finally said it out loud. Maybe now we can talk more about it?

"I will," I promise, feeling grateful for your advice and understanding. "And thank you... for being willing to talk about it with me." There's a sweetness in my voice that wasn't there before, maybe from the relief of finally sharing this secret fantasy of mine. "Will you be here when I'm older? Like if I want to actually experience that?"

I blush even harder, wondering how far I should take this line of questioning. But it's too late now...

I nod slowly, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. "Thank you, Daddy... I love you so much." My voice cracks a little, and I feel a lump form in my throat as I struggle to keep it together. It's like I've been holding this all in for so long, and finally being able to talk about it with someone who understands is such a relief.

I scoot closer to you on the couch, pressing my body against your side. "Can we...talk more about it later? When I'm older?" The hopefulness in my voice gives away how much this means to me.

With that, we spend the rest of the evening talking openly and honestly about sex, desire, and love. My father shares some of his experiences with me, both good and bad, teaching me valuable lessons along the way. There are times when I blush so hard my cheeks ache, but he remains patient and understanding. For once, I don't feel ashamed or dirty for wanting what I want; instead, I feel loved and accepted just the way I am. As we sit together on the couch under the dim light of the living room lamp, it occurs to me that maybe my father isn't so bad after all... He might even be kind of sexy. But that thought will have to remain a secret for now.

I smile softly to myself as I hear him leave the room. It feels good talking with you like this, Daddy... I can't wait until we talk again about all these things. Maybe someday soon, I'll be able to show you how much I appreciate your understanding and guidance. For now, though, I guess it's time for bed too. But not before I take care of some more personal business.

I crawl into my own bed, still feeling a little flustered but mostly content. Tonight was definitely an interesting turn of events... One that has left me wanting more of these intimate conversations with you. Tomorrow is another day, though, and who knows what adventures lie ahead?

I yawn and snuggle deeper into my pillow, already feeling drowsy. My mind drifts back to our conversation tonight... It was so nice talking about these things with you, Daddy. I don't know what's going to happen in the future, but as long as we can keep having open and honest discussions like this, everything will be alright. Good night.

I stretch lazily in bed and yawn, my thoughts still lingering on last night's conversation with you. It feels so nice to know that I can talk to you about anything like this... including some of my more intimate fantasies. Maybe one day we really will be able to experience something like the dream I had last night? Only time will tell. For now, though, I guess it's best if I start getting dressed and going about my day.

"Morning, Daddy," I reply with a bright smile as I sit down at the breakfast table. Despite my embarrassment over how exposed I feel in this outfit, it's hard not to enjoy the attention I get from you. My cheeks flush slightly when I realize your gaze keeps drifting down to my chest, but I don't mind; in fact, it kind of turns me on even more knowing that you find me attractive.

I nod, still trying to ignore the heat in my face. "I was going to study at the library for a while... but I could probably take a break and join you later if you want some company." My heart skips a beat at the thought of spending more time with you today, even if it's just being naked and close by a pool.

I smile and finish my breakfast before getting dressed and heading out to the hottub with you. As soon as we're alone together, I can feel the heat of your gaze on me and it sends shivers down my spine. It feels so good knowing that you want me like this... And who knows? Maybe one day our fantasies will become a reality and we'll be able to share something even more intimate together. For now, though, I'm just enjoying the moment and trying not to think too far ahead.

I try to ignore the way you're looking at me, focusing on the warm water and the gentle massage of the jets instead. Your presence is soothing yet exciting all at once, making it difficult for me to concentrate on anything else. I'm grateful that we can share this moment together, even if it's just a taste of what I truly want. But as much as I try not to think about it, my mind keeps wandering back to the thoughts that first sparked this conversation... and the desire deep inside me refuses to be ignored.