The bed creaked softly, and somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I felt the blanket being pulled away from my legs. My consciousness started stirring, and my eyes slowly fluttered open. The harsh bright light greeted me, and I shut my eyes again quickly. I turned away from the window, and as I did, I saw her legs leave the bed, one at a time. It crossed my groggy mind that surely, it was a kind attempt not to wake me. But I was up, and I lay completely still as she quietly tip-toed to the bathroom.
When I heard the water start running, I went with my sudden impulse to follow her. However, as soon as I got up, my legs started wobbling. I plopped back down on the bed, and marveled at how sore my bottom still felt from last night. Daddy had so generously spent the night playing with his two kittens. It was the first time I was able to play with her. I wasn't too fond of the idea at first, but she was just as beautiful as Daddy had said. And the more I talked to her, the more I wanted to play with her. As the night started replaying itself in my head, I felt myself getting wet all over again. I closed my legs tightly as the excitement got me squirming in place.
I wanted to play with Daddy. I looked around on impulse, but remembered that he mentioned he'd be out working all day. I felt a tinge of disappointment. I wanted to feel his hands on me again, running all over, grabbing at places and parts I had never let anyone else touch before. I wanted to feel his mouth, with his hard, fervent kisses on my soft skin, and his teeth, biting and marking every part of me. I ran my fingers across my skin, gently and lovingly touching the bruises on my hip, and the bite marks on my chest and neck. They felt like scars that I wanted to keep forever.
I always knew that I was Daddy's. The first moment he had picked me out of the litter of adoring, little baby girls. I just felt this connection that I had never felt before. Immediately, I adored him, and all the attention he gave me. I always felt different, for one reason or another. But for the first time in my life, I had felt special. And I loved it. I loved my Daddy. I felt a deep emotion in my chest that I couldn't describe, because it was all so new. And with that feeling always came a tingle of excitement.
My fingers had unwittingly slid past my navel, and down into my wet, warm, aching pussy. My legs inadvertently spread apart, and my back arched, as I softly touched my sensitive clit in slow circles. Despite cumming so much, and so hard last night, I still wanted to play. Daddy wasn't here, but if I couldn't have him right now, I could have another part of him.
I stood from the bed and slowly walked to the bathroom. The door was left ajar, so I slipped in as quietly as I could. I was greeted by the heavy steam that had built up from the hot water. I squinted past it and saw her. She hadn't bothered closing the curtains, so I could see every part of her, standing still with her eyes closed as the water fell from the shower head and onto her naked flesh. I could imagine how wonderful the water must feel after a fun night of rough play with Daddy, and how deliciously sore she is as well. I continued to watch her, marveling as the water ran down the curves on her body. From her dark hair, onto her nose, down her jaw, past her neck, onto her breasts, and down her stomach. I then remembered how it all felt to touch her last night. How soft and lovely her skin was, and how quiet and shy her moans were. I felt a sense of pride as I thought quietly to myself, My Daddy certainly knows how to pick them. It hit me then that I had inevitably accepted her. As much as I had first fought the thought of sharing someone so precious to me, I knew that if it was precious to him, it couldn't be anything else to me.
My mind went back to last night. I remembered exploring her, finding all the ways to please her, just to hear her whimper, and knowing that it pleased Daddy to watch us like that, which all just pleased me. Suddenly, I felt an urgent need, to have her as I did last night. I climbed into the shower behind her. My skin immediately broke out in goosebumps at the initial contact of the water. And I was so close to her, I felt her body go tense at my presence, and the connection of my cold skin on her warmth. But I was fixated on her shoulder. She had a bite mark on her pale skin, and I imagined Daddy's mouth there, sucking and pulling at her skin. My hands moved to cup her supple breasts, and I felt her inhale sharply, but she didn't resist. Her nipples were hard, and I massaged them, my fingers playing and pulling gently on them. I was greatly aware of her quickening breath.
My mouth moved to the bite mark Daddy had left, and I kissed it. I trailed kisses from her shoulder to her neck, and up above to that spot right below her ear. As I did, I felt her hips push towards me, wanting, needing. So I slid one of my hands down from her breasts, enjoying the feeling of the water on her skin as I slid down her stomach, and onto her wet, awaiting pussy. She gasped as my fingers touched her sensitive clit. I pictured Daddy's mouth on it, his tongue running circles around it. I mimicked the motion with my finger, and I felt a whimper escape her lips.
As I did this, my other hand continued to squeeze and massage her breast. My fingers played with her clit faster, pulling her breasts harder. She was breathing harder, and moaning through the water. She threw her head back, and her body arched towards me, her ass grinding on my own soft, wet parts, as she came closer and closer to climaxing. Her position gave me easy access to her shoulder, where that mark was, and my mouth had closed in on it. I was sucking on her skin, my tongue rolling across her skin, to where I knew my Daddy's tongue was last night.
Suddenly, her body was convulsing. She gasped and uttered a loud moan. Her hand flew across the cold bathroom tile for support, and I felt her stomach contract against my arm as the spasms of pleasure overwhelmed her. My hands cupped her aching pussy, still rubbing, and my hands embraced her, holding her as she shook, and came down from her climax.
When she was finished, her knees buckled underneath her, and I caught her, setting her gently down on the cold tiled floor. She turned to me as I pulled my fingers from her sensitive spot. It was wet and sticky. And without thinking, I placed it in my mouth and sucked on it. I was curious, and turned on. And part of me wondered if I could still taste my Daddy in her. She looked at me with wide, tired eyes as I did this. So I kissed her deeply, wanting her to taste herself in my mouth.
When I pulled away, I turned off the shower head. I reached for the towel and wrapped it around her shoulders. She grinned up at me, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing still a little heavy. And in an instant reaction, I smiled back down at her. And for the first time, I felt a connection within us stir. Not just the wonderful bond we shared for the love and adoration we felt for our Daddy. But a genuine like, and even adoration, for each other.
I stood up to go. I wasn't satisfied physically, but I was happy nonetheless. As I turned to step out of the shower, I felt her grab my arm. I turned to look at her with a questioning look.
"Where are you going?" she asked. She tugged at my arm so that I knelt in front of her.
I opened my mouth to answer, but she cut me off with another long kiss. And through it, I felt her hand reach for my stomach, trailing her fingers down. I gasped in her mouth as her fingers touched me.
"It's your turn," she whispered.
