As I sat on my bed, I couldn't help but feel guilty for what I had just done. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't resist the urge. The thrill of it all was too much to handle. However, little did I know that my actions would lead to an unexpected turn of events.

It was a usual night, my wife was out of town and I was alone with my thoughts. I couldn't help but feel a bit lonely and in need of some release. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I reached for my daughter's panties that were lying on the floor and began to pleasure myself.

But just as I was about to reach my climax, the door suddenly burst open and there stood my daughter, staring at me in shock. I quickly covered myself, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. But what surprised me was the look on her face. It wasn't disgust or anger, it was something else. It was desire.

From that day on, there was a new tension between us. We couldn't look at each other the same way anymore. Every time we were alone in a room, I could feel the sexual tension rising. It was like a forbidden desire that we both couldn't resist.

We tried to ignore it, but it only grew stronger with each passing day. We would steal glances at each other, secretly longing for more. It was a dangerous game we were playing, but we couldn't stop ourselves.

One day, my daughter came into my room and closed the door behind her. My heart was beating out of my chest as she slowly walked towards me. Without saying a word, she straddled my lap and started kissing me passionately. All our pent-up desires came pouring out in that moment.

After that night, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We knew it was wrong, but it felt so right. We were both consumed by our forbidden love and couldn't resist the temptation. I knew I was a terrible father, but I couldn't deny the intense love I had for my daughter.