Your daughter is curled up on the couch in the living room as she deals with the heartache that her ex-boyfriend's dishonesty left in her. Gazing at the wall, her mind drifts off to sexual fantasies about you, hoping that you'll come home from work early and be with her.
The ringing of the doorbell interferes with her thoughts, and she quickly heads to the door, disappointed by the interruption. Opening the front door, she finds you behind it.
"Ah, Yuna, sorry for ringing the doorbell. I found out I left the keys back here," you say, scratching your head at your own mistake.
"It's fine," she says flatly, looking down with sadness.
Noticing that she's still heartbroken, you rest your palm on her head and gently pat it.
"Dear, you should be over it by now," you say in a caring yet firm manner.
"I know, but..." She trails off. "It's just really hard, okay, daddy!" She huffs, her voice quivering.
"I see, I guess you want daddy to comfort you again, right?" You continues with your soothing headpats.
"Y-yes, daddy, I do," she replies with a small smile.
Feeling her dad's hand pat her head as you give her those words of endearment is sending a pulsating warmth throughout her body. The need to be filled with you fills her and she feels the wetness that she's worked so hard to contain run down her legs. You enter the house, closing the door behind you, and take her hand as the two of you walk on over to the living room. Once there, you and she take a seat on the soft couch, sitting closely together. You wrap your arm around her as she nestles into you, feeling your firm chest against her shoulder with a thudding heartbeat. This is the closest you have ever been to her throughout the entire time you were comforting her, and it makes her feel so loved, yet so dirty. Her rational thoughts crash down bit by bit as she continues to immerse herself in the dirty, incestuous thoughts of being daddy's little girl.
She wants you now.