I sat there on the sofa for what seemed hours but what was probably only minutes, my hand still resting on Sophie's breast, idly massaging it with my fingertips as a million and one thoughts raced through my head. This was my daughter, for christ's sake! What was I doing? My throat was dry and the devil on one shoulder was whispering in my ear ... "Go on, lift up her pyjama top, she won't know! You could lick that little titty! Suck it! Why not pull her pyjama bottoms down? Slowly ... make the moment last ... see what her 10 year-old pussy looks like! Has she any hair there yet? What would it taste like? Then NO! NO! NO! said the saint on my other shoulder, she's your innocent little daughter! You can't take advantage of her like that! That's abuse! You could go to jail for what you're thinking! Don't do it, Jimmy!

I closed my eyes, rubbing them with my fingers, thinking ... thinking ...

At last, with a sigh, I picked Sophie up in my arms and carried her upstairs to her bed. She never woke at all, and I tucked her under the duvet and kissed her goodnight. I went downstairs, feeling very pleased with myself. I HAD done the right thing, hadn't I? It's wrong to have such carnal thoughts about her, just wrong, wrong, wrong ...

I tried to watch some more TV but I couldn't concentrate on anything. I had another couple of whiskies and by that time I was feeling dog tired myself. It had been a hot day and I was feeling a little sticky so I thought I'd take a quick shower before heading to bed. I looked in on Sophie and she seemed well away and I crept past her bedroom to the bathroom. Chucking all my clothes on the bed, I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The power spray refreshed me and I began to lather myself down, humming quietly to myself as I washed.

Then I heard a sound behind me and Sophie trudged in looking all bleary-eyed, pulled down her pyjama bottoms and sat on the toilet for a pee. She was still half asleep and hadn't noticed me in the shower cubicle behind the frosted glass. I had just turned the water off, so the only sound was the sound of Sophie's pee as it poured into the bowl of the toilet. She finished and tore off a piece of toilet paper. Standing, she lifted the pyjama top and wiped herself, giving me a grandstand glimpse of her pussy. It answered one question of mine from earlier. She either had no hair down there or it was so blonde I couldn't see it from across the room. She flushed the toilet and trudged out the bathroom, seemingly on autopilot, and went back to bed.

I came out of the shower stall and started drying myself off, thinking of what I had just seen. Instantly, I could feel my cock start to stir as the thoughts and images of that tantalising glimpse flashed through my brain. It was no good, I needed some relief now, and I headed back downstairs, checking in on Sophie on the way. Down in the lounge, I dug in the back of the DVD cabinet and found one of my porn videos (I had been using them a lot lately) and settled down to relieve my frustrations. The images on screen got me hard again instantly and as the first guy came over some girl's tits, so I exploded into the tissue I had waiting. The only thing was, I had my eyes closed, and as I came, it wasn't the girl on screen wanking the guy off, it was me wanking over my little daughter's budding titties. God, I came SO hard!

Later, in bed, thoughts and images of Sophie kept flashing into my subconscious as I tried to sleep and again, my last thought of the day was that glimpse of Sophie's pussy - beautifully formed, hairless (I think) and oh so tantalising.

******

Next morning, I was rudely awakened by Sophie jumping onto my bed and shaking me.

"Daddy! Are you awake?"

"I wasn't, baby, but I am now!"

"When can we go to town, Daddy? Are you still going to buy me some make-up and clothes?"

"Of course, sweetheart! I said I would, so that's what we're going to do!"

Sophie ran off to get ready and I quickly showered, dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast. I heard Sophie come into the kitchen behind me and turned to greet her. "Hey, kiddo, ready for some breakfast?"

We sat and eat our breakfast, put the dishes in the dishwasher and got our coats. Fifteen minutes later we were parking in town and visiting the first of MANY shops that day! Sophie was so excited - she kept pointing out things to me and asking if I liked it. Most times I just said yes to please her, but I have to admit, a lot of the time, I was thinking what she would look like wearing that dress or wearing that make-up. In the end, as I didn't know much about make-up and neither did Sophie, if the truth be known, that she decided on a sort of starter set with a few basics included that the shop assistant said would be perfect for the young lady.

When she heard this, Sophie almost visibly swelled with pride at being labelled "the young lady". She tried on many new outfits and decided eventually on a new top, a pair of fashionably ripped jeans and a "going-out" dress, which, I have to admit, I was looking forward to seeing on her at home. It was a classic little black number with sparkly bits on it, a scooped neckline and a low-cut back. I thought it was way too old for her, but they had one in her size (she IS large for her age) and she wanted it, so .... when I said she could have it, she ran over to me, hugged me and kissed me right on the lips, something she had never done before.

When we got home, Sophie ran upstairs to put her new items on to show me. What seemed ages later, I heard her coming down the stairs and she called from the hall, "Are you ready, Daddy?"

"Ready when you are, kiddo!"

The door opened and in walked Sophie. At least I think it was Sophie. It certainly wasn't the tomboy-ish Sophie that had just gone upstairs half an hour ago. She had experimented with the make-up, and not made a bad job of it; a little eye shadow, a bit of blusher on her cheeks and some pink glossy lipstick. I remember thinking that she'd obviously watched her mother putting on HER make up. She's also brushed out her long blonde hair and was wearing the black dress we had bought earlier. She looked stunning! I was speechless for a few seconds.

"Well, Daddy, what do you think?"

"Sophie ... baby ... you look stunning!"

"Stunning? Is that good?"

"Oh yes, hun, stunningly gorgeous I should have said. Come over here and do me a twirl!"

She did, and as she turned, the only thing that spoiled the effect was that you could see her bra strap where the back of the dress plunged. I mentioned this and she went over to the mirror, half-turned to see, and said "Oh, yes, I see what you mean, Daddy. But what can I do about that?"

My throat had gone dry again as I replied "Well, the easiest thing would be to take the bra off altogether. A lot of women don't wear them anymore, especially with dresses like this, as they spoil the overall effect."

"Hang on, Daddy!" Sophie cried as she dashed off upstairs again. Two minutes later she strolled back in again and twirled for me again. The neckline off the dress was very loose and every time she leaned forward, I was getting a tantalising glimpse of those little titties again.

"Do me a twirl again, baby!"

She did, and I had to tell her it had worked a treat, she looked every inch a grown-up woman in that dress. And you can wear that outfit every time you come here to visit. I'll keep it here and it will be our secret! By the way, did you try on those new pants we bought?

"Of course I did, silly - I've got them on now!"

She lifted her dress and showed me the new high-cut bikini type panties we had bought, pale pink with contrast red lace panels at the sides. They fir her perfectly and snugly, so snuggly in fact that I could see the perfect camel-toe outline of her pussy underneath the thin material.

"Let me have a closer look" I said, walking over. "They're not too tight are they?" I said, running my finger under the elastic of the legs.

Sophie laughed "That tickles, Daddy, and no, they're not too tight."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, hun?"

"Do you think I look sexy in my new outfit?"

"Sexy? Of course you do, baby - in fact if I wasn't your Daddy, I would be trying it on with you right now!"

"Trying it on?" said Sophie.

"Yeah, you know, chatting you up, trying to get in your pants, as they say!"

"Silly, Daddy, we both couldn't get in these pants!"

"No, hun, it's just an expression used when a man likes a woman a lot and wants to have sex with her."

"Daddy! You don't want to have sex with me, do you?"

"Course not, hun."

"Oh, but I thought you said I was sexy!"

"You are, hun, but I'm your Daddy!"

"So Daddies can't have sex with their little girls?"

"Well, society says we can't, baby, and if I did, I probably would go to jail if somebody found out."

"But only if somebody found out? But if it was just a secret between the two of us? Would that be alright?"

"Honey, you're only ten ..."

"Going on eleven!" said Sophie indignantly.

"I know, but still ... look, if you like, what I can do, is talk to you about boys and girls and what happens when they want to have sex and make sure you understand all about it before you do it for real with your boyfriend when you're older. What do think of that?"

Sophie sat and pondered this for a while and finally seemed to make up her mind. "OK" she said, "it's a deal!"

"Now, what's for dinner, I'm starving!"