I step into the shower, the hot water cascading over my body, a welcome relief after a long day. My mind, however, is not on the soothing warmth but on my daughter, Emma. Her small, perfect body haunts my thoughts, especially the memory of her in the shower, her fingers playing with herself. I can't shake the image, and as the water runs down my cock, I feel a familiar stir. The bathroom door creaks open, and my heart skips a beat. There she is, standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, we just stare at each other, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. I see the conflict in her expression, a mix of curiosity and discomfort. Her gaze, though, lingers on my erection, and I know she's seen more than she bargained for. "Dad..." she starts, her voice soft and hesitant. I don't respond, instead letting the water wash over me, my cock standing tall and proud. I want her to see me, to understand the power she holds over me. Her eyes, so innocent yet full of desire, never leave my cock. I can almost feel her touch, her small hand wrapping around my length, stroking me. "I... I saw you," she stammers, her voice breaking as she admits her voyeuristic act. I step out of the shower, the water dripping from my body, and move closer to her. She takes a step back, but I grab her wrist, pulling her towards me. Our eyes lock, and I see the fear and excitement battling within her. "You liked what you saw, didn't you, Emma?" I ask, my voice low and commanding. She nods, her breath catching in her throat. I can see the desire in her now, a fire burning in her eyes. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear, and whisper, "Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want." Her breath hitches, and she whispers back, "I... I want to see more. I want to touch..." I smile, a dark, possessive smile, and pull her closer, our bodies pressing together. I feel her small breasts against my chest, her soft skin a contrast to my muscular frame. I run my free hand up her arm, tracing her collarbone, and then I cup her face, tilting it up to meet my gaze. "You can have me, Emma. All of me. But first, you must earn it." With that, I release her wrist, and she takes a step back, her eyes wide with both fear and anticipation. I turn away, the water still running over my body, and reach for a towel. As I dry myself, I feel her eyes on me, watching every move. I know she wants me, and I know I want her. But this is a game, a dangerous game, and I intend to play it to the very end. I wrap the towel around my waist and turn to face her. She's still there, standing in the doorway, her hand on the handle, as if unsure whether to stay or run. I take a step towards her, and she takes a corresponding step back. "Come here, Emma," I say, my voice soft yet commanding. "It's time we both got what we want."

"Dad, I... I'm confused. I want to understand." Her voice trembles, a mix of curiosity and fear. "Teach me, please." I see the vulnerability in her eyes, a raw and honest plea for guidance. It's a powerful moment, one that stirs something deep within me. I want to protect her, to shield her from the world, but I also want to show her the pleasures that lie beyond her innocent facade. "You want to understand, Emma?" I ask, my voice gentle yet firm. "Then you must listen and learn. I will teach you, but only if you're willing to follow my lead." She nods, her gaze fixed on me, her breath coming in shallow gasps. I can see the desire in her, a wild, untamed force that I intend to harness. I step closer, my towel-clad body mere inches from hers, and cup her face in my hands. My thumbs brush against her soft skin, tracing the delicate curve of her jaw. "You've seen me, touched yourself, and now you want more. Am I right, baby?" I whisper, my breath warm against her cheek. She nods again, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. I lean in, my lips brushing against hers, a soft, gentle kiss that sends a shiver down her spine. "Then let's begin," I murmur, my voice low and seductive. "I'll show you the pleasures of your body, and I'll teach you how to please me." I release her face and step back, allowing her a moment to process my words. She stands there, her small frame trembling, her eyes wide with anticipation. I can see the conflict within her, the battle between her innocence and her growing curiosity. "Come here," I say, my voice a soft command. "Let's explore together." She takes a hesitant step forward, her eyes never leaving mine. I reach out, my hand hovering over her shoulder, and gently guide her towards the shower. The warm water cascades over us, a sensual caress that heightens our senses. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close, and feel her small body melt into mine. "You're so beautiful, Emma," I whisper, my lips against her ear. "Your skin is like silk, and your body... it's perfect." She blushes, her cheeks turning a soft pink, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans into me, her hands resting on my chest, feeling the power and strength of my muscular frame. I run my fingers through her wet hair, tangling them in her blonde locks, and pull her head back, exposing her neck. "You're mine, Emma," I say, my voice a growl. "And I'm going to show you just how good it feels to be mine." I kiss her neck, my lips trailing down to her collarbone, and then lower, my tongue darting out to taste the delicate skin of her breast. She moans softly, her eyes closing as she gives herself over to the sensations. I take my time, exploring every inch of her with my mouth, my hands, and my tongue. I want her to feel desired, wanted, and loved. As I kiss and suck on her nipple, I feel her hands move, tentatively at first, and then with more confidence. She runs her fingers through my wet hair, holding me close, and then her hands slide down, her fingers tracing the outline of my towel-covered cock. "Touch me, Emma," I encourage, my voice hoarse with desire. "Feel how hard you make me." She does as I say, her small hands cupping my cock through the towel. I groan, my body reacting to her touch, and I pull her closer, our bodies pressing together, our skin slick with water. I kiss her deeply, our tongues tangling, as her fingers explore me, learning the shape and hardness of my erection. "You're so good at this, baby," I praise, my hands running up and down her back, encouraging her. "Now, take it out. I want you to see what you do to me." She hesitates, but then her hands move, and with a swift motion, she unties the towel, revealing my cock, standing tall and proud. Her eyes widen, and she gasps, her fingers trembling as she reaches out to touch me. "It's okay, Emma," I reassure, my voice steady. "Take your time. Explore me." And so she does, her fingers running up and down my length, her touch light and curious. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of her small hands on me, and then I open them, watching her face, her expression a mix of awe and wonder. "You like what you see, don't you, baby?" I ask, my voice thick with desire. "You want to know more?" She nods, her eyes never leaving my cock, and I know she's ready for the next step. I guide her hand, placing it around my shaft, and show her how to stroke me, slowly at first, and then with more intensity. Her touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body. "That's it, Emma," I encourage, my breath coming in pants. "Feel how hard you make me. You're in control now." And she is, her small hand working me with a confidence that surprises me. I reach down, my hand finding her pussy, and I tease her, running my fingers along her wet lips, feeling her heat and desire. "You're so ready for me, baby," I whisper, my voice rough. "I'm going to fuck you so good. But first, let's enjoy this moment." I pull her close, our bodies pressing together, and kiss her deeply, our tongues dancing. I can taste her on my lips, a sweet, heady mix of desire and innocence. And as we kiss, I feel her hand move, her fingers finding my ass, squeezing and massaging, a subtle hint of what's to come. The shower continues to cascade over us, a sensual backdrop to our exploration, and I know this is just the beginning. Emma and I are on a journey, a forbidden path of pleasure and desire, and I intend to guide her every step of the way.

Emma's body is tense, her eyes wide with a mix of emotions as she struggles against her father's grip. She spits in his face, a desperate act of defiance, but it only fuels his anger. He tightens his hold, his fingers digging into her arms, and with a growl, he pulls her closer, their faces inches apart. "You little bitch," he hisses, his breath hot and heavy. "You think you can run from me? I'm going to show you who's in control here." She tries to pull away, her small frame shaking, but his grip is relentless. He pushes her down onto the cold, hard floor, his weight pressing down on her, and she cries out, "Daddy, please! I don't want this! I'm your daughter!" Her pleas fall on deaf ears. He leans in, his face twisted with a mix of desire and rage, and he chokes her, his strong hands around her throat. She gasps for air, her eyes bulging, and he whispers, "You'll learn to enjoy this, my little slut. I love you, and I'm going to teach you a lesson." She fights back, her nails scratching at his arms, her legs kicking wildly, but he is too strong. He slaps her, a sharp crack echoing in the room, and she sobs, her tears mixing with the pain. "Stop it! I won't! I'll tell!" she screams, her voice hoarse with fear. He laughs, a dark, menacing sound, and with a rough movement, he pushes up her skirt, exposing her bare legs and the drenched thong panties she wears. He rips them off, tearing the fabric, and throws them aside, revealing her wet, bald pussy, glistening with desire and fear. "Look at you, all ready for me," he says, his voice a low, menacing growl. "You want it, don't you? You want my big cock to fill you up." She shakes her head frantically, her tears falling freely now, but he pays no attention. He grabs her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and lines up his massive cock with her virgin asshole. She screams, "No! I'm a virgin! Please, Daddy, no!" Her pleas are met with a cruel smile. He teases her, the tip of his cock brushing against her tight hole, and then he pushes forward, slowly at first, stretching her, causing her to cry out in pain and fear. "You're mine now, Emma," he says, his voice thick with lust. "You'll be a woman soon enough. I'll show you the pleasures of being my little whore." As he penetrates her, she fights him, her body writhing, but he is relentless. He goes deeper, his cock stretching her tight asshole, and she feels a mix of pain and something else—a strange, unfamiliar sensation that confuses her. "Please, Daddy, stop!" she begs, her voice breaking. "I don't want this! I'm scared!" But he continues, his pace increasing, his cock thrusting into her with force. She screams, a mixture of pain and something else—a building pleasure she can't quite comprehend. He rapes her asshole, his cock pounding into her, and she feels a strange warmth spreading within her. "You like it, don't you, my little slut?" he asks, his breath ragged. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" She can't answer, her mind clouded with a mix of emotions, but her body betrays her. She feels a surge of pleasure, an intense wave that builds and builds, and then she screams, her body convulsing as she experiences an orgasm unlike any she's known. He continues to pound into her, his cock driving her to the brink, and as she cums, he follows, his own release powerful, his cum shooting deep into her ass. She lies there, sobbing, her body trembling, as he collapses on top of her, his weight heavy. He kisses her, a rough, possessive kiss, and whispers, "See, Emma? That wasn't so bad, was it? You're mine now, and I'll always take care of you." She can only stare at him, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and something else—a realization that this forbidden path has been taken, and there's no turning back.