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#Abuse #Tween
By GentleTouches22
This story is purely fantasy. I don’t condone any sexual intimacy with minors.
Eden’s Daddy comes to terms with his unexpected yearnings.
One
Eden had been with us for 6 years, the sweetest girl a parent could hope to raise. Except, strictly speaking, she wasn’t our daughter, we had fostered her aged 4. She was such a sweetheart and her background had been so traumatic that once she had started to trust and relax with us, neither my wife nor I could contemplate betraying her by giving her up for adoption. So we broke our cardinal rule and we started the adoption process ourselves and Eden officially became our daughter on her sixth birthday.
At first she could only fully relax with Erin, my wife. Eden’s background had been one of repeated sexual abuse at the hands of her mother’s “boyfriends”. When that abuse became physical, requiring medical intervention, the full extent of her horrific early years became apparent. She was removed from her mother and the courts meted out what justice they could.
Over the next few years she blossomed into a vivacious little girl, full of love, mischief and creativity. We nurtured all of those facets of her beguiling personality, and slowly she began to realise that I wasn’t like her abusers. Gradually she would spend time with me, never alone, always with Erin present, but it was progress. We never put pressure on her.
By the time she was 9 she was spending time alone with me even allowing me to sit on the end of the bath as she chattered happily about school, her friends and what she was going to do at the various clubs we took her to. I would wash her hair, listening and only interjecting to let her know i was interested and wanted to hear everything she had to say.
But the biggest breakthrough came just after her tenth birthday. I was downstairs, writing, when Erin came down. She was smiling, “Well, would you believe it, Mummy isn’t good enough anymore for her highness in the bath.”
I arched an eyebrow quizzically and she continued, “’You’re too rough when you wash my hair, Daddy’s hands are much gentler.’ You and your gentle touch have been summoned.”
I laughed, but both of us were delighted. Eden was losing all her fear of me. She wasn’t relaxed with strangers or even male relatives yet, but this was another small win for us as a family. I closed my laptop and kissed Erin as I headed up to the bathroom where i could hear Eden’s slightly tuneless singing lilting along the hallway.
I walked into the steamy bathroom, the mirrors all fogged with condensation, and a grinning little girl looking up at me as she sat in the bath, legs straight out in front of her, dark honey blonde hair, even darker now that it was wet, plastered to her shoulders and back.
“Is there a fussy princess in here who only wants her Daddy to wash her hair?”
Giggles. “Yes, and she’s already in the bath, Daddy, look.”
“Well so there is, and all wet and shiny already.” More giggles.
I leaned down to kiss the top of her head and sat on the corner of the bath in my usual hair washing spot.
Eden scooted back, to lean against the end of the bath and i cupped my hands to scoop the warm water over her head and hair, being careful not to get it in her eyes. Eden closed her eyes and sighed happily. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, sweetheart, now hand me the shampoo.”
She gave me a look that was so far beyond her tender years that i had to smile. It was one of resigned frustration that I had broken the spell of her being pampered and spoiled by asking her to pass the shampoo. But she handed it to me nonetheless.
I squirted a small amount onto her head and began to softly massage her scalp as i worked up a creamy lather in her wet hair. Eden kept her eyes closed and sighed again, “Your so soft, Daddy, it feels nice.”
The soapy lather trickled down her slender neck, over her shoulders and chest, little runny ivory rivulets making their way down between her nipples and over her tummy to spread out on the water at her hips. My fingers gently massaged her shoulders and neck as i washed and rinsed her hair twice, and at one point I thought Eden had drifted off to sleep, she was so relaxed. After about ten minutes I gave her hair a final rinse, and sluiced warm water over her chest and tummy to get rid of the shampoo there.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “Thank-you, Daddy.”
I kissed her head again, “I love washing your hair, honey, but let Mummy do it sometimes, she likes spending time with you too.”
Eden looked back to the suds pooled at her hips and made swirls in it with her finger, then dabbed the lather on her chest. “OK, Daddy but i still like it best when you do it.”
At that moment, watching her smear soapy rings around her taut little pink nipples, my life changed. I realised that i was becoming erect.
I was mortified.
Two
Obviously i didn’t mention my reaction to Eden in the bath to Erin. But i made excuses not to wash Eden’s hair every time she asked for me. I was completely blindsided by getting erect for my little girl. Especially given her background, What kind of monster was I?
Erin noticed that i was becoming a little more reluctant to let Eden snuggle with me on the sofa, or for me to fall asleep sitting on her bed while i read her a bedtime story. But I somehow always managed to find a reasonable excuse as to why, too busy writing, generally.
The weeks passed, and I was coming to terms with ‘that’ bath-time. Things were made easier as Eden had asked Erin if she could start showering instead of taking baths and that meant neither of us were in with her washing her hair. As a result I relaxed more, and snuggle times with Eden became the norm once again rather than the exception. For her part, Eden had been accepting of my reduced contact with her, Erin telling me that she’d explained when Eden had asked, that i was busier than normal.
But Eden had noticed my distancing myself from her and finally let me know. Pulling my arm around her as she cuddled against my chest, just before her bedtime, as we watched her favourite Disney movie, she whispered, “I missed you, Daddy.” My heart almost broke, and i resolved never to neglect our angel again, no matter what demons i was battling with.
I kissed her cheek, and felt her hold my hand with both of hers, pulling me tight against her chest. And just like that my cheeks flushed hotly as my fingers felt Eden’s tiny nipple poking out against her nightie.
Erin looked at me, then at where Eden was holding my hand, and simply announced it was bedtime for little girls. Like the perfectly behaved princess she was, Eden didn’t object, she simply sat up, planted a soft kiss on my lips, “Night, night, Daddy.”
“Night, night darling, sweet dreams.” Eden smiled a tiny smile, Erin watching on as the little bedtime vignette unfolded. Then she was herding our daughter upstairs, both of them giggling at some silliness.
Erin was upstairs for longer than usual, I could hear her chatting with Eden, but I thought nothing of it. When she eventually came back down, she sat with me on the sofa, where Eden had been.
“Jack, Eden is starting to ask questions about… feelings. I know you noticed how she was holding your hand earlier, where she was holding it.” She gave me one of her, I know you know what I mean, looks to dispel any thoughts of argument form me.
Oh shit, where was this going? I felt sick. Weeks of worry and guilt flooded back.
Her eyes on mine she continued, “Baby, its normal, and given her background its really important we don’t make a big deal about it. And just as important that you don’t push her away like you were doing over the last few weeks.
“I don’t know why that was but just let it be, she’ll move past it. I saw you blushing, you’re so sweet.”
Erin held my hand, “She would be horrified if she thought she was embarrassing you.”
I nodded dumbly.
She pecked a kiss on my cheek, “You’re lovely.” Then she was up and busying herself picking up after Eden.
Three
Thankfully things were more normal from my point of view over the next few days. Eden wasn’t distant, but she was spending more time with Erin, the two of them bonding, whispering girly secrets to each other. It was lovely to see. It also meant there were fewer occasions where I was beating myself up about how my cock was reacting to little Eden. But despite my best efforts, those thoughts still occasionally pushed to the front of my mind.
It didn’t help that Eden was asking her Mum for fewer little girl clothes, preferring tops, shorts, dresses that I considered a tad inappropriate for a 10 year old. But Erin, dealt with the situation admirably, conceding to some requests and not others, letting Eden feel that she was exerting some control over what was bought for her without realising she was being managed. Eden looked stunning in everything Erin allowed her to wear, grown up without looking too provocative. But there was always just enough smooth flesh to challenge me to control my arousal. Bare tummy, long smooth legs, the shape of her collarbone and narrow shoulders, delicate arms and the downy hair of her forearms that caught the sunlight so wonderfully.
Her hair was different too, no longer the childishly straight long style she’d always had. Now it framed her pixie face, complementing her fine bone structure, glacier-blue eyes and perfect complexion. She was a gorgeous girl, and i confess that the sight of the very slightest beginnings of her breasts beginning to puff out against her just-small-enough-but-not-too-tight tops, tipped me over the edge once or twice. I masturbated thinking about how she’d pulled my hand over her chest that evening, a lifetime ago.
Of course i never breathed a word of this to Erin. I felt utterly alone, there was no-one i could talk to, I couldn’t risk Googling it and leaving a trail. So I decided to inure myself to the problem by not shying away from it. Accept it and it will just become a non-issue. I convinced myself this was the way forward. To be honest, I didn’t feel like I had any other options. And my theory of immersing myself in how I felt was getting a rigorous examination.
As spring rolled into summer, I felt that I was coping with my shameful but irrepressible thoughts. I couldn’t bring myself to regard myself as a…well I just couldn’t. That word had such negative connotations, and there was absolutely nothing negative about how I felt about Eden. I was even becoming comfortable with wanking to thoughts of her, always in the shower so that my guilt was quickly washed away. I was certainly doing it more regularly. And it was in the shower that my world turned inside out.
Thankfully I wasn’t jerking off on this occasion, just facing into the water, face upturned, luxuriating in the hot needling spray. I was blissfully unaware that i wasn’t alone until i felt little fingers lightly touch my waist, then Eden’s voice, “Daddy?”
I jumped out of my skin, turning around without thinking, facing Eden stark naked. She was nude, all 4 foot 4 inches of her, her eyes glancing back up from my cock to my face. “I miss you washing my hair, Daddy. Will you? Please.”
Half of me wanted to hug her the other half wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her. But i did neither. “Baby, where’s Mum?”
“She’s downstairs.”
My heart thudding must have been audible throughout the neighbourhood, as i tried to keep my voice-of-reason steady. “Eden, you shouldn’t just walk in on me like that without knocking. Or asking.”
I was going to add that we could wash her hair later if she really wanted to, after I’d showered, but she interrupted, “OK, I’ll ask now. Can i get in with you, Daddy, i don’t take baths anymore so we’d have to be in the shower to wash my hair later anyway. Why cant you just do it now?”
She had me. But to be honest I wasn’t making it difficult for her. I wanted my naked 10yo daughter to be in the shower with me. My eyes took in every glorious inch of her beautiful body and she smiled, watching me looking at her. Her eyes never left mine, as i moved to make room for her to get past me and get under the hot water. Even though she was tiny there was hardly any room and her lower back brushed against my erection. My knees almost buckled. She stood with her back to me, feet about a foot apart and pushed her hair back for me to lather. I let my eyes consume the delightful shape of her shoulder blades, the hollow groove of her spine that curved gracefully to her bottom. Her bare bottom, alabaster cheeks now glistening wet and the water was running down her flawless skin to dribble erotically from the fullness of her hairless little vulva.
Eden looked back over her shoulder, her big eyes piercing my soul, “What are you waiting for, Daddy?”
This surely couldn’t be happening. Eden seemed so assured, in control of this situation. It had to be my imagination, she surely couldn’t be flirting with me. It didn’t make sense, after everything she’d been through.
Then she was reaching down behind herself to take my wrist and guide my hand to the shampoo bottle. I obediently complied, squeezing the slimy liquid into the palm of my hand and started to wash her hair. I was trembling, as i gently massaged Edens scalp like i used to when she was in the bath.
She sighed, “Oh, Daddy I missed this so much.”
I was aware that i wasn’t really washing Eden’s hair, the shampoo was a flimsy deception allowing me to massage her. My fingers moved to her shoulders, squeezing gently, then her neck, caressing sensually. Eden leaned her head to one side, offering her neck to my touches and I leaned to kiss her soft, wet skin. That elicited the sweetest sigh and a slow squirm – my little girl was turned on, and my cock was like flagpole as I let my tongue join my lips, tasting her flesh.
She didn’t give any sign that she was uncomfortable, which i had worried would be the case given her early experiences. I hated the thought that she might be submitting to my touches because she felt some remnant of the resignation was forced to give back then. “Are you OK sweetheart?”
Her voice was dreamily distant, “Uh huh, its nice Daddy.” She arched her neck more to hint that she wanted me to continue, so I did. I kissed and gently sucked on her neck, not enough to raise a love-bite but enough to for Eden to reach up and delicately touch my cheek with her little fingers. It was the touch of a lover and my heart swelled with desire for her.
My fingers slipped from her shoulders to her upper arms, each touch drawing a soft appreciative noise from her and emboldening me. I slid my hands around her chest until my fingertips were over her nipples. God, her tiny budlets were so firm, her nipples swollen but still childishly undeveloped. Eden’s hand moved to one of mine and I thought I’d gone too far but she gently held me against her baby tit. She gently stroked the back of my hand and my fingers, feeling how I was touching her, encouraging me with soft pressure when she wanted me to be more firm.
I’d read someplace that a child’s developing breasts could be tender and i didn’t want to hurt Eden. I touched her with exaggerated delicacy, while trying to stimulate her at the same time. But she mistook my gentleness as an indication that I was unsure about what we were doing, not wanting to remind her of her toddlerhood abuse. “It’s OK, Daddy, you’re not like those other men. Mummy told me they were bad and they didn’t love me, but one day I’d meet a man who loved me and I loved so much I’d want want him to do those things.”
She paused to let her words sink in then, “I love you so much, Daddy, so, so much.”
“Oh, Eden, I love you too. I will always love you, always and forever, and i will never, ever hurt you.”
I stepped closer to her under the steaming hot shower, the water cascading over both of us, and held her close to me, no longer caring that she could feel my hard-on pressed to her bare back. In that moment all I could think about was being inside Eden’s little cunt.
She wriggled, deliberately using her back to rub my cock, pressing it against my tummy. Whatever horror she’d endured in her early years, it had taught her how to arouse an adult. Then in the endearing way kids do, she changed the mood in an instant and turned to face me. “Excuse me, Daddy I need to get dried, Mummy is taking me shopping.”
I had to smile, i was horny as hell because of a cock teasing 10yo girl, and she played me like she owned me. I let Eden squeeze past me, this little kitten was adorable. Then my eyes widened as i felt her fingers briefly grip my cock. She was looking up at me, mischief in her eyes, then she was gone, grabbing a towel and scampering out of the bathroom.
I stood under the hot water for a moment, then ran my fingers over my cock head, where my daughter had touched me and I ejaculated uncontrollably.
Four
Things were different at home over the next few days. There was no denying what had happened, Eden’s very deliberate teasing, my acceptance of the realisation that i wanted to fuck her. And her timing – leaving the shower at the perfect moment to generate just enough sexual frustration in me, making me crave more from her but not so much that she was in danger of being raped. It was a sublime play, and I found myself wondering how a girl her age had become so adept at the game. This wasn’t something she could have picked up before being removed from her whore of a mother.
Eden was very tactile with me at every opportunity. She didn’t even wait for us to be alone, Erin was often in the room when she would ‘accidentally’ lean on my crotch as she shifted while cuddling. Or discreetly press her little mouth against my shirt, over my nipple to breathily suckle on me as we watched TV.
Mostly, Erin wouldn’t give any sign that she was aware of her daughter’s inappropriate behaviour, but twice, in my peripheral vision, I noticed her looking up from what she was doing. Once when Eden’s little hand was under the blanket we were snuggling under, running her fingernails over the bulge in my trousers. The second time when she was propped up against the arm of the sofa facing me with her feet together and her knees flopped open, the hem of her nightie taut so I could see her little pussy. It looked red and swollen, as if she’d been playing with herself before she had come downstairs after her shower.
Bedtime kisses lingered, still closed mouth, childishly pouty kisses, but just a fraction longer than a daddy/daughter kiss should be. Again Erin seemed not to notice or if she did, didn’t see anything untoward. Eden started telling me she loved me at every opportunity, or that I was handsome, or strong, or that her friends’ Daddys weren’t cute like me.
On several occasions when we were alone, I reminded her to be more careful. But she didn’t listen and I was continually on edge, terrified of Erin suddenly realising what was happening.
And it was happening, despite my worries, the feelings i had for Eden were almost overwhelming. I was masturbating daily thinking bout her, thinking about loving her gently, and sometimes not so gently. I was disturbed by my darker imaginings, but not enough to prevent my cock cumming harder than I ever did with Erin. Talking of which, Erin had noticed that I was touching her more often, initiating sex, and that when I mounted her I was fucking her harder than ever, as if I was releasing some pent up emotions. Not that she minded, “Whatever’s going on in that head of yours, babe, if you keep making my pussy feel this good, don’t stop.” Of course I was thinking about how it would feel to be squashed into Eden’s hot little cunt when I was shooting my load into my wife.
Looking back with the benefit of hindsight it’s clear what was happening, but I genuinely didn’t see it. Erin was always quite sexually adventurous, even open minded within limits, and I was so deeply immersed in the whirlpool of emotions and sensations that I was drowning in.
Two and two finally made four when one night, fuelled by a particularly intense evening of teasing from Eden, Erin and I were spooning after I’d taken out my child lust with her, and her orgasm had left her trembling and aching. With my arms around her cupping her breasts, she quietly said, “That was amazing… Daddy.”
I tensed, but she wriggled her bottom back into me, “I know, babe.”
Playing the daft man I asked, “Know what, love?”
Erin looked back over her shoulder at me, “You say her name in your sleep, and not in a way any Daddy should say his daughter’s name, especially a 10yo. You even came against me in your sleep once.”
I froze, but Erin wiggled against me again. “And anyway, Eden tells me everything, ever since ‘that shower’. Which was a set up by the way.”
Was she baiting me into a confession? She obviously knew about the shower, but did she doubt whatever Eden had told her? Why wait so long if she was concerned about Eden? Was I really talking in my sleep? Was she looking to trap me by appearing understanding? A set-up, what was she alluding to?
All I could muster was a lame, “What shower?”
“It’s OK, babe, really. I sent her upstairs. I’ve known for months, she’s had a massive crush on you for so long, but it’s more now. You’ve been so perfect with her, so restrained, nothing like she experienced before. She loves you, she’s in love with you.”
Erin reached back and took a gentle hold of my soft cock between us and slowly started wanking me.
“But… you’ve known… you aren’t…” Questions formed faster than I could blurt them out.
“She’s had a crush on you for years, when I realised, something changed in me, a switch flicked.” I couldn’t believe how it made me feel. Erin continued, “I even got off thinking about her abuse… before you. I couldn’t tell anyone, especially you, I was wracked by guilt.
“But it slowly dawned on me that there was something going on with you too. Then Eden began hinting at things. I only knew for sure a few weeks ago – you know, that you felt the same as me about her. I’ve wanted to to tell you. But I needed to be super sure, so I coached Eden and sent her to the shower. She didn’t hesitate, babe, she’s head over heels for you.”
Erin was still facing away from me, feeling safer if she couldn’t see my face as she spilled her heart out to me. It was monumental and I suddenly realised I was still as tense as concrete, sending out waves of negativity. I softened my body against her letting my thumbs caress her nipples and was rewarded by feeling Erin relax too, she breathed a long sigh of relief.
She looked back now, “You’ve been thinking about having sex with Eden when you fuck me, haven’t you?”
I nodded, “Uh huh.”
“God babe, I thought it was that, I knew you’d never be unfaithful, I knew it was Eden. It made me cum so hard thinking it was her.”
I felt Erin moving rhythmically, wanking me with one hand as I realised she was masturbating with the other. When she spoke her voice was sultry, “Tell me what you think when you cum to our daughter, Daddy.” Then, “Oh fuck, you’re getting hard again.”
I could hear how sloppy Erin’s pussy was as she fingered herself, my sperm and her juices mingling and mixed by her fingers. I was rigid in her hand, precum pouring out of me.
I knew what she wanted to hear. “Your hand, babe, it’s Eden’s, our little cock teasing daughter, wanking her Daddy.”
Erin’s hips writhed as she rode her cunt harder onto her fingers. She growled a girly growl.
Her voice became higher, child like, “Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?”
I pushed my cock into her hand, against her bum, trying to wriggle my tip to her anus. I was trembling with the intensity of sharing my most dread secret, the weight lifting off me. I was close to cumming again. “God yes, baby… Eden, I want your gorgeous little cunt so much.” I was struggling to get the words out coherently.
Erin sensed my impending release, and slowed her hand on my cock, relaxing her grip, “Not yet, babe, just a little longer, please. For me, for Eden.”
I snarled a guttural moan, then felt the bed move as a little body clambered under the duvet behind me.
Eden’s bell-like little voice begged, “For me, Daddy, save it for me. My ‘little cunt’.”
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By GentleTouches22
#Abuse #Tween
