Incest Seduction/Ask daddy to help clean you up

Daddy is already moving toward the house, only taking a moment to wipe his shoes off on the grass. The easiest way to keep him outside would be to ask for his help. It's a little weird to ask dad to clean you, but what daddy's girl wouldn't ask their daddy for help with something?

"Wait! Can't you help me daddy?"

"What with?" he asks, looking puzzled.

"This!" You give a quick spin then stick out your butt to get a better look at it. "I'm just so dirty I don't know what to do."

Daddy steps closer to brush some dirt from your backside but he ends up smearing loose dirt into moist cloth. He escalates from a brush to a whack, smacking your ass a few times with similar results. His manly hand contacting your cute butt - by his own admission - makes you stick it out a bit further as you feel additional moisture find its way into your panties.

"Wow, yeah that's pretty dirty." He cups one side of your ass in his hand and thumbs along the edge of your cheek. His hand starts to move over the roundness of your bum but he doesn't give it a squeeze, a fact that's strangely frustrating. "I suppose I can help sort you out. Come on."

Daddy leads you back to the house. You briefly poke at the front of your panties before you notice you're still wearing daddy's gloves. For a moment you imagine it's his hands inside them, then realize that the gloves are even dirtier than your panties and you just rubbed wet soil against your mound. You quickly take off the gloves and toss them aside just as you both reach the hose.

"Can you turn around again?" he asks, his attention split between you and the tap for the hose. You give two quick twirls, each in a different direction, secretly happy to show yourself off to daddy even though it's not what you intended on doing out here. "Well your shirt looks mostly clean but you should probably set it aside for this."

You have to think about that. Maybe this top isn't the most modest thing you could be wearing, but being topless is definitely worse. Still, you can easily cover your boobs with your hands. And you did tell daddy that this is your favourite top, so really he's just looking out for you.

"Good idea!" you cheerfully reply after some hesitation. You turn away, peel off your top, then throw it down. Carefully positioning your hand-bra for maximum coverage, you turn back to face daddy wearing nothing but a pair of dirty panties.

"Wow, you really got these dirty didn't you?" Daddy kneels down in front of you to inspect your crotch. The smear covering your mound is a little different from the dirt patterns elsewhere and daddy gently slaps it to see what it does. It sends your synapses firing is what it does, daddy's fingers shockingly grazing the top of your slit.

"I... got carried away. With the weeds," you stammer.

"Don't worry, this will help. I'll get the inside first."

Daddy pulls the top edge of your panties away from your body, sticks the nozzle of the hose into the opening, and unleashes a huge blast of water straight down the front of your pelvis. The strong current splits right between the front edge of your lips and sprays your clit full force. You squeal and gasp, releasing your boobs at first to regain balance then find them again to enjoy a good squeeze. Altogether it's only a few short stimulating seconds until the water stops.

"Sorry sweetie. Cold?"

You bite your lip and nod. It actually wasn't. The sun must have warmed the water sitting in the hose. But that's easier to admit to than the truth.

Dad gets you to spin around and sprays inside the back of your panties next. He pulls that side a lot lower and gives your entire bare bum a good spritzing. It tickles a little, the water sneaking between your cheeks and spraying in every direction. He then pulls your already soaked panties back over your rear and continues to hose down your covered butt. The water gets cooler and cooler the longer he sprays and it's downright chilly when he turns you around to face him again.

The second hit against your pussy makes your breath ragged and sharp. Your panties do little to minimize the force of the spray which hits full on against your vulva. The occasional glancing of your clit and the briskly cold stream has you gasping twice over.

"Almost there," dad assures you. He's far more focused doing your front than your back, a narrow stream making a tight circle over your pussy, but you did rub your dirty gloves against your crotch so that makes some sense. Dad drifts his hand a little lower to aim a little higher and spray upward between your legs. You cautiously widen your stance to make room for him as the water blasts both through your panties and past your lips to tease your virgin entrance.

Eventually daddy seems satisfied and moves down to clean up your legs and feet. A shiver originating in your clit wraps it's way underneath you and up the length of your spine as you think long and hard about this; your dad just spent a good minute blasting every inch of your privates, front and back, with a powerful jet of water. He even cupped your bum and patted your mound. So many parts of you want him to free that weighty cock of his so you can pay him just as much attention. But it was you who asked him to do all this. A shrinking part of you still chastises your impure thoughts, but it's becoming easier to ignore.

Daddy stands, finished with his task, and eyes you up with an evil grin. He hits you with a short blast right to the chest, water spraying up into your face.

"AAHHH! Daddy!"

He chuckles to himself and hits you again, one of your hands instinctively reaching out to block it. The third cool blast has you ducking from side to side trying to avoid his quick but sporting shots. If he wanted to completely soak you he could just hold the trigger down. Instead he makes you dance, at least giving you the chance to dodge his fire. You're not very quick with wet feet on wet grass and have a hard enough time keeping upright and your boobs covered at the same time but you have to admit that dad's sudden playfulness is making you giggle. As you move to and fro you can feel your pigtails bob and your nipples strain and stiffen. Maybe the stiffness is just from the cold, or maybe running around all but completely naked in front of your daddy is adding another layer to your excitement.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop," he finally relents with a laugh. He puts his hose away and you stumble back smiling and out of breath. Your underwear is riding low, water logged and stretching. Daddy steps in front of you and pulls up one side of your drooping panties before saying, "I think I got you pretty good. But we should head inside so you can dry off."

What? All this just to go inside anyway? No! That is not what you wanted!

"No, I'm fine. I'm not cold or anything." Not entirely true, but the morning sun is warm and does feel doubly nice on your skin now.

"Come on Kimmy. You're almost as soaked as your undies. You can't stay like that."

You'd love to heed daddy's advice about how wet you are and rub one out right here and now, but he's once again just looking out for you. But now his fatherly concern threatens to cut short your time with him. Your hands twitch impulsively.

"Really, I'm okay. Just... give me a sec."

You turn around and hook your thumbs into the waistband of your drenched underwear. A lot of wriggling and twisting ensues as the wet fabric rolls over itself on its way down your butt. It isn't until you're bent over with the bunched up undergarment at your knees that the stubborn cloth is willing to drop to your ankles by itself. You quickly step out and snatch them up off the grass. You squeeze the fabric, desperate to force all of the water from the last garment that offered your body any shred of modesty. Your face gets hotter and hotter as you stand here completely naked in front of your father, feeling his eyes roam your backside.

"You really want that beer, don't you?"

You nearly forgot that he offered one. You look back over your shoulder and flash him an earnest smile. "Sure!"

He steps closer and peeks past you. "Well I doubt you'll get those back on now. Besides, they won't have a hope of drying stuck against your wet skin." He wipes some water droplets off your back as proof.

"I know," you quickly retort. "That's why I took them off," you add, continuing to wring the cloth. If you can just get enough water out you're sure you c-

"Oh, I get it! They can dry on the patio! Good stuff. I'll grab your shirt too. Putting it on the ground wasn't the best idea."

You're confused now, and only respond with "Huh?" as daddy walks past you. You watch your dad pick up your shirt from the wet grass and shake it out, droplets flying. All of Daddy's hosing managed to get it wet too. Now what will you wear? You immediately regret your insistence on staying outside now. This has quickly fallen apart. But you follow close behind daddy as he makes his way toward the patio.

"These will probably take some time to dry, but so will you." Dad tosses the wet shirt against the edge of the patio with a wet smack. "And you'll want at least a few minutes to dry your legs before you even try to get your pants on. So for now," he pauses, reaching down to his cooler, "here's that beer I promised you."

Maybe you really do like getting naked? It's the only reason why you seem to be so willing to strip off your clothes just to spite someone or keep their attention. The one other possibility that crosses your mind is that you really just want your ‘'daddy to see you naked. You've stripped off your clothes in front of dad more than once today and it's barely mid-morning. But that's something you aren't willing to entertain when you've been trying so hard to be his innocent little girl.

Daddy stands before you, both arms outstretched. One of his hands is offering you your beer and the other is waiting for your panties. You make the swap, a bit dazed, and watch dad toss your polkadot underpants next to your puddle of a shirt.

"Nothing like a cold beer out in the warm sun," daddy comments. You take that as your cue to have a taste, nodding your agreement. It's not your first time having a drink, but not far from it either. You nervously gulp your brewed beverage, uncertain what to do with your free hand while standing naked gulping on a beer. It seems daddy knows though. He comes back to you after grabbing a bottle for himself and offers his hand to you again. You place yours into his and he guides you across the patio to a chair.

"You seem a little... flustered." Dad chooses that word carefully. "Sure you don't want to go inside? I can always save your beer for another time. It is a bit nipply out here."

You correct daddy in your head while taking another big gulp since he obviously meant to say nippy. Then again, your nipples are still very stiff, and his mix up shifts your focus to your tiny tits drying in the sun. The warm rays touch every subtle curve of your small chest and reminds you of what you have on display, which is... everything. You've been so wrapped up by what all of this is supposed to mean that you haven't even tried to cover your petite exposed body since struggling to take off your panties. You cross your legs and drape an arm crookedly across your chest before giving daddy another beaming smile.

"No way! I earned this, didn't I?"

Daddy stands next to you looking down over your body. "You sure have. I'd say you've earned plenty. But you don't look very relaxed."

"Why not? I'm relaxed," you state unconvincingly.

"You're not showing it. Like you're not even enjoying sharing a beer with your dad. Heck, I didn't even give Zack his first beer until he was 17."

You're hurting daddy's feelings again. Not wanting to seem unappreciative, you slowly drop the arm covering your chest, open up your legs, sink into your chair, then extend your beer out to your father. He cheers you and you both take a long chug of your morning reward. Although you're mostly mimicking daddy's thirsty gusto to make him feel better, your upturned bottle unfortunately runs out of beer before his does.

"Done!" you announce sweetly, followed up by a small burp.

"Wow! Atta girl! I guess you do want another one!"

Dad steps away to replace your drink which allows you to quickly probe your sex. You're getting so warm and wet just from being naked outside, the breeze awakening your skin, the sun shining places it has never shined before. And you know that's why because this has nothing to do with daddy seeing you naked.

"Here's a fresh one." He hands you the newly opened bottle before sitting down in a chair opposite you. "And don't you be shy, there's more where that came from."

You're not sure if you want a second one, let alone a third. You're not even sure if you like the taste of it. But you're happy to keep drinking if that will keep daddy with you, so your nerves force down another mouthful from the new bottle to prove yourself. But surely that alone won't do. You have to make sure to keep his attention somehow to keep him out here with you. Obviously any daddy seeing their baby girl naked would not be enticing enough to hold their interest, a fact that disappoints you while you anxiously tweak a pointy nipple. But what to do then...

• Show daddy some of your talents
• Ask daddy about the kitchen