What a way to make a Living [ Prt 1]

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Today had been like any other. 3

It had been a long day working my nine to five job. Working solid hours for minimum wage, barely earning enough to support my family, but despite my frustration and the heatwave that surged through the state I was looking forward to coming home to a cool house. I looking forward to seeing my little girl.4

I slammed the door, throwing my briefcase on the hallway dresser. I ran my hands through my hair, pulling my check from my gritty pocket and placed it on the dresser next to my briefcase.5

“400 Bucks,” I whispered to myself. “400 hundred measly bucks.”6

I knew men that were working less that earned more than me and for the same job, through the same company. I was being knocked around and the last thing I needed was a pay cut with a mortgage and my daughters college fees.7

I ran my fingers through my hair as I walked through the hallway towards my bedroom. My eyes directed to the light that shone from the basement.8

“Sheryl?” I asked myself wondering if my wife had come home early from work to spend time with her daughter and her husband.9

“No it can't be.”10

Even if Sheryl had come home early the last place she would be, would be downstairs in the basement. She had not stepped foot in the basement for months and the only person who made a regular visit down those dusty creaking steps was my princess.11

I walked towards the basement door, standing on the top step to see my princess following her mothers request to do the laundry.12

My princess is a good girl who does exactly what she is told. No matter what Sheryl or I ask of her she always complies with our every request.13

My Little girl is an obedient girl. Just the way I like it.14

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I see the light on in the basement and stand at the top of the stairs watching you bent over, throwing the last of your dirty laundry into the washing machine.16

You are wearing your gym skirt. The short plaid black one that I brought you for your sixteenth birthday. The one you had seen in your favorite clothing store and begged your mother to buy.17

I have never seen it on you. It has only been three days since your sweet sixteenth, but as you stand there bent over I can just make out the outline of your tight purple panties poking out from underneath the hem of your skirt.18

My princess Slowly stood up taking of her gym skirt and purple panties and tossed them into the washer closing the lid behind her, before she turned around to head upstairs her eyes catching mine in a seducing gaze.19

I watched in silence white my princess unbuttoned her white shirt oblivious to my emotions, oblivious to my reactions of silent questioning.20

“A-a-r-e you going up to your room now sweetheart? I asked trying to keep my eyes away from her shirt, watching it fall to the floor beside her feet.21

My Princess shook her head turning to head upstairs. She stopped midway seeing the bulge that had erupted in my pants, smiling lightly, watching as I tried to cover up. Cover up something that I wanted my little girl to see.22

“You do know I have already seen it before daddy,” my princess stated edging closer towards me.23

I stepped back uncontrollably, almost loosing my footing on the door step and regained my composure by looking directly behind her. My lips pressed tightly together, my teeth clamping my tongue from speaking. 24

“I have seen it before through the hole in the wall of my room. Just like you have seen me through the hole in my room. I would suggest you get it fixed, but I don't think mother would like the hassle of holes in the walls at the moment.”25

Holes in the wall. Shit she had discovered my means of deception. Not only that I had been deceived as well. A hole in my wall. Did that mean my princess had been spying on her daddy. Had my little girl seen more than she should have and had she seen me those many times betraying her trust with my sick thoughts of taking her carnally. 26

“Anyway,” my princess continued. “Your home early daddy. I was just finishing of the washing and was about to head upstairs for a shower, do you wanna join me?”27

I could not believe what she was asking me. My little girl was sending me an invitation to get wet. To watch her get wet, to watch her tight firm body drenched under the steam of my arousal.28

It was wrong to have seen her. It had been wrong to stare. The whole situation was wrong. I could not help but stare in awe at her firm, full, naked body and worse yet I could not hide my obvious arousal from my little girl.29

I did not answer her question, instead I shook my head, not being able to keep my eyes away from her perfectly formed breast that sat beautifully balanced. Her nipples, peaked, rosy and swollen. Her smooth shaved pussy that glistened in the dull light of the basement and her curves. Oh my baby had sexy curves.30

I stood shaking, feeling my pants tighten painfully while I strained to hide my erection from my princesses eyes, my hands held tight around my crouch. 31

It was a fighting chance and I could fight my urges, my desires, my perversion. I had to fight it, she was my daughter after all, but she looked just like her mother at sixteen, sexy, seducing and salacious. A woman made of flesh that any man would die to ravish in a heartbeat. 32

“Are you cold Daddy? my princess asked walking up the stairs wiggling slightly, knowing exactly what she was doing to her Daddy.33

My princess wrapped her arms warm arms around my neck. Her molten supple flesh caressing against mine. Her Sex pushed against the constraint of my hand. Tilting her head I could feel my little girls lips pressed softly against mine, her tongue trailing across my own, before she pulled away, her hips swaying like trees in the breeze towards the bathroom.34

"Are you coming Daddy?" she asked turning at the doorway, raising her hand in the air, extending her delicate arms towards mine, motioning me to follow.35

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