#Exhibitionist #Incest #Mature #Tween
By Jill
Jill’s condition requires attention while at the supermarket with dad…
“Jill, keep your hands out your knickers,” David murmured, his eyes darting around the supermarket aisle, hoping no one had noticed his daughter’s latest episode. She had been like a live wire all morning, her energy bouncing off the fluorescent lights and gleaming floors. It was a typical Tuesday, yet she was acting more peculiar than usual.
They had been trying to navigate life after the diagnosis. Preteen Hypersexuality Disorder. It sounded made up. The diagnosis had not really been a surprise though. Jill had always been a bit of an exhibitionist, but as she grew older, her behavior had become increasingly problematic. It was one thing when she was six, dropping her knickers in public. But at eleven? The thought of her in middle school was a minefield.
The doctor’s words echoed in his mind as they strolled through the supermarket. “We can’t cure it, but we can teach you to manage it.” Management. That’s what it came down to.
But daddy, I’m not wearing any,” Jill whispered, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she held her skirt up, revealing nothing but bare skin beneath. David’s heart sank. Not here. Not now. “Jill,” he hissed, his face flushing as he tugged her skirt back down.
Her giggles were like nails on a chalkboard, and the tension in his shoulders grew taut. He steered her away from the prying eyes of other shoppers, his hand firmly clasped around hers. “We talked about this,” he said, trying to keep his voice low and calm. “You can’t just…”
“But I’m sorry, daddy,” she said, her eyes wide and innocent. “It just feels so nice not to wear anything down there.”
David sighed, his jaw clenched tight. He had been through this with her a hundred times before. The doctor’s advice, the counseling sessions, the constant vigilance required to keep her from acting on her impulses—it was exhausting.
“Jill, you know you need to wear underwear,” he said, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. “It’s important for everyone’s comfort, including yours.”
“Daddy, I need to do ‘it’ right now,” she whined, her legs crossing and uncrossing as she squirmed in her school uniform. The urgency in her voice was clear, and David felt his stomach drop.
He knew exactly what she meant by ‘it’. It was her therapy— a small, discreet vibrator they had picked out together at the doctor’s recommendation. It had become a lifeline for moments like this. The idea was to help her manage her urges quickly and discreetly.
“Come on,” he said, leading her through the supermarket aisles, his eyes scanning for the restroom sign. He couldn’t believe they were here again, but he knew they had to find a way to deal with this without causing a scene.
The toilet was a single unisex room, tucked away in the back of the store. “Be quick, sweetheart,” David urged as he opened the door for her.
Jill looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Can you help me, daddy?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
David sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. He knew what she was asking. The doctor had suggested that sometimes it was helpful for her to have a trusted person assist her during these moments, to provide a sense of control and reduce the anxiety. But the thought of it made his stomach churn. He glanced around the empty aisle, his heart racing. No one was around, but the fear of being caught out was a constant shadow.
“Okay,” he said, his voice low and tight. “But we have to be quick.” He stepped into the cramped bathroom with her, the door clicking shut behind them. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic cleaner and the faint whir of the hand dryer. Jill’s eyes shone with a mix of excitement and relief. She knew it made him uncomfortable, but she also knew that he loved her and would do anything to help.
Her school skirt flipped up, revealing her hairless pink folds, already swollen and wet. David’s eyes darted to the door as he fished the small pink device from his pocket. It was shaped like a short thick pen. He’d bought it from a specialist online store, feeling like a pervert the whole time.
May lent over the sink, her tiny hands reaching back to spread herself open. She bit her lip, waiting for him. “I’m ready, daddy,” she murmured, her eyes locked on his in the mirror.
He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way his cock stirred in his pants. He had to be strong for her, had to help her through this. With trembling hands, he turned the vibrator on, the soft hum filling the small space.
“Where do you want it, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice strained.
Jill’s eyes fluttered shut as she leaned against the sink, her small body trembling with anticipation. “Just like before,” she breathed, her legs spreading even wider, giving him full access.
With a gentle touch, David applied the vibrator to her clit, the buzzing sound seemingly amplified in the tense silence of the bathroom. Her hips jerked and she let out a soft gasp. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, his hand steady despite his racing heart. “Let it out.”
Her breathing grew ragged as she rocked against the vibrator, her eyes squeezed shut. He watched her in the mirror, the sight of his daughter’s innocent face contorted in pleasure sending a confusing mix of emotions coursing through him. The guilt was always there, a heavy weight in his chest, but it was outweighed by the need to help her find relief from her uncontrollable urges.
He could feel her slickness on his hands as he gently guided the device over her clit. Her legs began to shake, and she leaned heavily on the sink. Her hands moving to grip it, her knuckles white with tension. The smell of her arousal filled the air, thick and heady, and he had to fight the urge to bury his face between her legs, to taste her.
But this wasn’t about him. It was about her. It was about giving her a safe space to be herself, to manage her condition.
Jill took the vibrator from David’s hand, her eyes still closed. Her small, nimble fingers wrapped around the device, and she began to apply it to herself, moving it in slow, deliberate circles.
“Daddy,” she breathed, her voice strained with effort, “Please can you use your fingers too?”
David’s eyes widened in the mirror, his own reflection showing the turmoil within him. But he knew he couldn’t deny her this. He took another deep breath and nodded, placing his hand over hers to help guide the vibrator. With his other hand, he slowly slid a finger into her wetness, feeling her quiver around him.
Her breath hitched, and she pushed back into his touch, her body responding instinctively to the intimate contact. He watched her reflection as she began to move the vibrator faster, her hips bucking slightly with each pass. His finger moved in time with the toy, stroking the sensitive spot inside her that made her legs shake even more.
“Does that feel good, Jill?” he asked, his voice tight with the effort of keeping his own desires in check.
“Mmhmm,” she murmured, her eyes still squeezed shut. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps now, and David could feel her getting closer to the edge. He added another finger, curling them inside her as he watched her body react.
Her free hand reached back, finding his and squeezing tightly. He could feel the tension in her, the tightness in her muscles as she approached climax. It was a delicate dance, one they had practiced together under the guidance of her therapist. The idea was to help her recognize the signs of her arousal and give her the tools to manage it before it overwhelmed her.
As he worked his fingers inside her, David couldn’t help but notice the way her pussy clenched around him. It was tight, hot, and wet. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way, but his cock was now fully erect, straining against his jeans. He pushed the thought away, focusing instead on the task at hand.
“Daddy, I’m going to cum,” Jill giggled, her eyes flying open to meet his in the mirror, a wild, unbridled excitement flashing across her face. David’s breath caught in his throat as he watched her, his own heart hammering in his chest. He knew that this was wrong on so many levels, but the love for his daughter overrode everything else.
Her hand clutched his tightly, her knuckles white as the vibrator’s intensity grew. Her hips bucked wildly against his hand. David felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, his eyes flicking to the door. He hoped no one would hear, this would be difficult to explain.
Then it happened. Jill’s body arched, a keening wail escaping her mouth. Her legs gave out, but he caught her, his hand still working the vibrator against her clit. Her eyes rolled back, pleasure was etched across her young face. Her orgasm washed over her, a storm of sensation that left her panting and trembling.
As her breathing evened out, David realized he was still hard. He quickly helped her clean up, wiping her sticky thighs with a wet paper towel. “Thanks, daddy,” she whispered, a post-coital blush staining her cheeks. He nodded, unable to find the words to respond. The situation was becoming more complicated than he had ever imagined.
With trembling hands, he took the vibrator from her and turned off the buzzing. He washed his hands and the toy under the cold water. He felt dirty, but he knew he would do it again if it meant sparing Jill a public meltdown.
Jill looked up at him with a satisfied smile, her eyes glazed over with the aftermath of pleasure. “Daddy, did I make you hard?” she asked, noticing the bulge in his pants.
David flinched, the question hitting him like a slap in the face. “It’s…it’s nothing,” he stuttered, trying to deflect. “I can’t help but get a little…excited when I help you.”
Jill’s smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that seemed too mature for an eleven-year-old. “I like it when you’re excited.”
With trembling hands, David helped her straighten her skirt and smooth her school blouse. He avoided looking at his own reflection, not wanting to see the guilt etched on his face. Jill, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the situation, hummed a tune under her breath as they stepped out of the bathroom, her cheeks still flushed from her recent climax.
As they left the toilet, a woman in the adjacent aisle gave them a queer look, her eyes lingering on the bathroom door before darting back to her shopping list. Jill waved and smiled in response. The woman offered a forced smile in return, clearly confused by what she’d witnessed. David felt his face heat up, and hurriedly guided his daughter towards the checkout.
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By Jill
#Exhibitionist #Incest #Mature #Tween
