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Why did it have to be daddy? All the dicks in the world and the first real hard slippery cock you see, so close you could touch it, was your father's. You know you should think it's the grossest ever just because it's your dad's, but that has only incidentally crossed your mind since his cock was burned into it. Maybe thinking about your brother for so long has clouded your judgement, made you look at all of your family sexually without realising it. After all, this is a unique opportunity of sorts; daddy's dick is the closest thing to Zack's that you may ever see, and it's definitely  something you're happy to have seen.

But this is all so silly. Even if you didn't know it was wrong, it's not like you could ever do anything with him. Obviously daddy loves you, but he wouldn't "love" you, so why should you even keep thinking about what you saw? You close your eyes and rub your temples. You wish daddy was here to rub your back. You can picture him straddling you, his threateningly large bobbing erection shimmering with raw sex. It's still all wet, and so thick, and...

No! You start pacing again. These thoughts are mean! You're daddy's littlest girl! And daddy is so much more than just a dick to you. Sure, you're as much a teenager as his daughter, but you can't let your emotions get jumbled up just because you're horny. Of course the guilt gets stronger and stronger with every idle stroke of your tingling slit. You can't imagine you'll  ever get to be his little girl again if you don't stop thinking about him like this.

That's the key. You need everything to go back to normal. Even if daddy wasn't affected by any of this, you need to do this for you, to prove to yourself that you're still his innocent little sweetheart.

You stomp over to your dresser as frustrated as ever. You need something that screams "I'm still your baby girl" from tip to toe. The first drawer you open makes that tough however. With your wardrobe changes the past year you have started to prefer much smaller cuts of panties and even some thongs. It just makes you feel prettier and more grown up and also helps prevent panty lines under tight clothing. There's always the outside chance that someone might see you in your underwear too, and if they did you'd rather be able to show off your subtle curves than hide them. But that's not what you're going for right now. You manage to pull out a pair of light blue full-bottom panties with dark blue polkadots from the back of the drawer. They're the most plain, boring, and comfy panties you own, nothing sexy or suggestive about them.

After slipping those on, you dig around through your pants. You don't have a lot of pants anymore since shorts allow you to show off your legs and help you look taller. But after some rummaging you find you still own a pair of pink fleece pants that will work. Might be a little warm for today, but there's no doubt you'll be covered.

Now half dressed, you still need a matching top. You first sift through your bras but you literally don't have anything that isn't padded or push-up or lacy. Maybe you can wear a hoodie to cover it up, but that feels too moody-teenager or like you're bitter about being exposed this morning. Then again your boobs are small enough that you can probably get by without a bra at all. Besides, if the look you're going for is young and innocent, a bra is almost certainly out of place. Then it hits you. There's one shirt you HAVE to wear for this.

It takes some digging through boxes in your closet but you know it's still in here. You pull out the white spaghetti strap cami with pink trim and hold it up in front of you. Colorful bold letters say "Daddy's Little Girl" across the chest for all to see. Slipping it on isn't difficult, but it's definitely a bit small. It's pretty old now but even when it was new it was a boxy top that barely reached your waist. Since you're a few inches taller now it sits a few inches higher as well and shows off a bit of your tummy. Your boobs aren't too noticeable - the words across your chest help - but your meager mounds do offer a little something extra the shirt has to wrap around and pulls it up that much higher. It's disappointing that it doesn't fit the way it used to (perhaps the only time you wish your mostly flat chest was flatter) because then it would be perfect, but it will just have to do. Hopefully daddy won't mind.

Needing a little something extra to finish this, you find a brush and take out your ponytail. A ponytail might be totally functional, but pig tails are way cuter. You spend some time separating your hair and bunching each side as tightly as possible, before securing each bundle into a pair of high set pigtails.

Although it took some careful thought to put this outfit together, it was a lot easier than most mornings thanks to your limited options. When you take one last look in the mirror you're satisfied. You definitely look more like a kid now, or at least a kid that doesn't know she's also a teenager. Either way, you're closer to being daddy's little girl again. Now you just need to prove it to him.

You wander downstairs in search of daddy. Butterflies hit your stomach when you hit the main floor, images of his meaty sausage never far from your mind. Will this even work? Does he care? You don't even know what to do when you find him. Mom is still in the kitchen on her phone and makes a few confused comments about your outfit but you brush her off by acting like you're wearing what you always have, which is true. Just not recently.

You meander nonchalantly throughout the house but can't find a sign of daddy anywhere until you eventually notice a pair of his shoes are missing. Stepping out around the back of the house you spot him out in the garden. Worried you'll lose your nerve, you don't bother to go back for your shoes and step barefoot right out over the patio and across the yard to see dad.

"Whatcha doin daddy?" you call out in a high pitched sing-song voice to announce your presence. You put a little skip in your step when he turns in your direction. He changed out of his PJs from earlier, now wearing shorts and a plain t-shirt while squatting amongst a bunch of plants.

"Just weed... Well hello! Aren't you looking cute this morning!" He pauses, staring at your top. "You haven't worn that in a while."

"Too long! It's my favourite! And it still fits!" Arms out, you sway from side to side to show off the stretched material hugging your body. You're so happy he noticed.

"Does it? Looks a little... tight in places."

"It's comfy," you insist. "I still like it."

Daddy smiles warmly. "Me too. So what're you doing out here so early? You usually don't make it out of your bedroom until the afternoon. And after the kitchen..." he mutters to himself.

You're almost offended. Why do you need a reason? "I... can't I just spend time with you?"

"Of course! I could use a hand! Here, you take my gloves and start pulling weeds."

He hands you the pair of thick leathery mitts he was using. Not really what you were hoping for. "Oh, I guess...."

"Hmm. Yeah, I suppose you're not dressed for this." He looks you up and down contemplatively. "You really shouldn't get those pants dirty. Your mom would flip if you ruined good school clothes."

Looking down at your outfit, you don't really want to get ''anything'' dirty, and especially not the carefully selected clothes for your innocent daddy time. You feel more than dirty enough with the thoughts still crossing your mind. But daddy's right, kneeling down in the dirt and possibly mud would be a quick way to ruin these pants.

"Yeah. I guess I should take them off."

"Atta girl! Just throw them on the chair there."

Did he... Daddy just asked you to take your pants off! Wait, no, ''you'' offered to take them off. It's not quite what you meant but he wasn't even phased by it. Is that a good thing? Does that mean he doesn't look at you the way you've been thinking about him?

Chastising yourself, you hop over to the patio and shimmy out of your pants. A real daddy's girl doesn't have these kinds of thoughts. She just does what she's told cause she would do anything for her daddy and he would do anything for her too.

Pantsless and outdoors, you pull on your panties a little to make sure nothing is wrinkled or out of place. The last thing you want is a twisted garment to embarrass you. Especially since the fabric is light enough to let the breeze blow right through every inch of skin across your pelvis and between your legs. Even though they're 'full' panties it hardly feels like you're wearing anything below the waist, part of why they're so comfy. You walk back to daddy as casually as you can, ignoring the brief shiver brought on by the wind. Dad watches the whole way.

"That's my girl, making it work!" That praise makes you grin, looking away while he continues. "I'm not even sure why you'd wear pants on a day like this. Especially you. You have great legs and you're always showing them off."

"I am not," you quickly counter, still grinning. The pants were a bad idea after all. You're kinda glad you took them off now since they were apparently distracting. At least daddy likes your legs. Wait, is ''that'' a good thing?

"Uh-huh. Anyway, how about we clean up this mess? Been too long since I was last at it."

Happy for a change in focus, you put on daddy's gloves while he puts a trowel to work. With limited direction from dad, you crouch down and find a thing to pull. The soil feels a little damp under your bare feet but it's not unpleasant. You step carefully to locate an obvious weed that isn't prickly and try to give it one solid yank, knowing some of these things can be tough to get out. But this isn't one of those and gives in very easily. You squeal and sail backward onto your butt and elbows, nearly crushing some flowers in the process.

"You don't know your own strength!" Dad chuckles.

You smile and do your best to brush off your humiliation. The next few weeds are a lot tougher though. Already dirty and wanting to do a good job, you're more willing to brace yourself against the ground, kneeling and sitting to try different angles. You can feel the soil cool your underside as it saps heat from your panties. It's almost welcome given just how much heat has been down there this morning.

You start to enjoy yourself out here with daddy. He cracks a few dad jokes and you both giggle and groan through them. You can still picture that post-coital cock of his, but at least you feel more like his daughter again and not just a horny witness to his manhood.

It might only be 20 minutes you spend together, but daddy is appreciative of your help all the same, kissing your forehead in thanks.

"What else can we do?" you ask eagerly.

"Oh, that's all I had planned to be honest. Part two was to drink that beer over there. Since you helped out you're welcome to enjoy one out on the patio with me, if you don't tell your mother," he adds with a wink, "If you're not interested that's perfectly okay. I'll just take it in to my office with me. But... you should probably get cleaned up."

Looking down it's easy to spot what he means. Your light blue panties have gotten much darker, dirt and moisture having seeped into the fabric. They might even be a lost cause, but your legs and feet are also covered in dirt. You need to think of something simple because you don't want daddy to go inside while you're trying to get yourself sorted. He tends to get stuck in his office for much of the day once he goes in and you've only had 20 minutes together.

*[[Incest Seduction/Take off your panties and wipe down your legs|Take off your panties and wipe down your legs]]
*[[Incest Seduction/Ask daddy to help clean you up|Ask daddy to help clean you up]]

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