Giggling, Samantha hopped off the sofa and stood in front of her dad, lifting her arms up above her head like she used to do when she was little, clearly wanting him to undress her.

“Skin a rabbit!” Josh chuckled as he took hold of the bottom of her vest and lifting it over her head, turning it inside out as he did so.

“What was that?” she giggled and her cute, pink nipples were revealed, looking very perky indeed.

“Something my grandma used to say when she helped me take my top or a jumper off!” Josh laughed nostalgically. “I used to say it to you when you were very little but you started telling me off so I stopped!”

“Quite right too!” Samantha scolded him, wagging her finger in his face with a cheeky sparkle in her eyes. “I’m a turkey, not a rabbit! Honestly, Daddy!” she shook her head as if in despair at his foolishness. “You do get ever so confused sometimes!” The both chuckled. “So,” she looked down at her chest as if noticing it for her first time and gave her own nipples and curious, exploratory rub, “what do you think of these? I never got around to asking you earlier!”

“I think you need to watch where you point them in case you have someone’s eye out!” Josh teased. Samantha stuck her tongue out at him but Josh then smiled gently, guiding her own hands down to her side and beginning to gently caress her sweet little tits, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs and loving the way they responded to his touch. He hesitated just for a moment, worried that he may be crossing a line, but then remembered that his wife had not only given him permission to indulge any level of intimacy their young daughter desired but had practically forced the issue by inviting them to share a bath. “They’re lovely!” he told her. “They feel so nice and I’m sure they’re going to taste even better!”

“Why don’t you taste them now?” the sweet young girl asked, stroking his shoulders and hair lovingly. “While we wait for Mummy to finish running our bath?” Not entirely believing what he was about to do but realising it was probably a good warm-up for what would be expected from him later, Josh leaned forward and gently kissed her left nipple, continuing to play with her right as he softly teased the hard, pink little nub with his teeth and lips.

Without breaking off from what he was doing, Josh untied the chord of Samantha’s jogging bottoms and pulled them loose, tugging them down past her rump and hips until they dropped freely to floor. Exploring with his hands, he was not at all surprised to find that she had not bothered with underwear. He caressed and squeezed her rump as if inspecting in a shop.

“Good meat, huh?” Samantha asked him breathily.

“The best!” he answered, moving from her left nipple to the right.

“Plenty to go around too!” his daughter reminded him proudly. “Everyone can try a piece! Hopefully nobody will go home hungry! Do you think everyone will come?”

“With a treat as delicious as you on the menu?” Josh pulled her in between his parted legs, his hands still on her delectable backside. “Who would want to miss seeing you roasted golden brown, served on a platter! Then to get a taste! Mmm!” He leant in and sniffed the slightly musky scent of her skin, mixed with her coconut shower gel. “How wonderful that would be!” His enthusiasm for the idea came as quite a shock to himself. Up until that point he had considered himself cooperative, indulgent, going along with the plan to make his daughter happy, because it was something she wanted so badly, but now he found himself craving, no, needing her meat! He squeezed her rump a little harder, imagining making the first slice with a carving knife, through her crispy skin, watching the clear juices run out and pool on the platter underneath. Would her tender meat be white or pink, he wondered?

“Are you really looking forward to eating me, Daddy?” she asked him softly, cupping his face with her soft hands.

“Yes.” He told her honestly. “I really am! If that’s still what you want?”

“Of course it is!” Now it was her turn to pull him towards her as she leaned in until their lips connected and they kissed each other deeply. Would she know what to do if he used him tongue, Josh wondered? He slid it experimentally between her lips and she instinctively caressed it with her own.

“Bath’s...oh!” Laura gave a slightly embarrassed chuckled as she came back into the room, neither of them having heard her coming down the stairs. “Sorry! I guess you two didn’t waste any time?” She chuckled again, pushing down the slight pang of jealousy at seeing her husband and daughter embracing so passionately, her lovely young body pressed against him, her arms around his neck and his hands on her very shapely bottom as they kissed with a passion that reminded her of when she and Josh were first dating. This had been her idea, after all, and she was going to get to join in later but she understood that the bond between a girl and her Daddy was a very special one and it was right to let them express their love for each other in the short time they had left to do so. Hearing her, they broke off, Josh looking at his wife a little sheepishly but Samantha grinning with happy pride.

“Wow, Mummy!” she exclaimed. “You never told me Daddy was such a good kisser!”

“Well I didn’t marry him for his money or DIY skills!” Laura laughed, her more ambiguous feelings melting away as she saw how happy her little girl was and how innocently she expressed her excitement to her. Clearly Samantha did not consider the pair of them rivals for Josh’s affections, seeing their shared enjoyment of him as more of a bond of sisterhood. “Well at least one of you is ready for your bath!” She looked her naked daughter up and down approvingly. “You planning on going in like that?” she turned to her husband with a raised eyebrow. “Because we do have a washing machine, you know!”

“I know! I know!” Josh chuckled a little awkwardly, realising his hands were still on Samantha’s backside and quickly letting them drop. “Is it ready? I’ll get undressed up there!”

“Come on, Daddy!” Samantha grabbed his hand and started tugging him off the sofa and towards the stairs. “I’ll help you!”

To be continued…