The first time that I ever thought of my youngest daughter is a sexual way, was when she was 12. I was in my office at home, almost across the hall from her room. Her light was on, and her door was open a couple of inches, and I could see her on her bed. I looked, then looked again, because I wasn't sure what I saw was real. She was in a tshirt and panties, and had her hand inside her panties, and was rubbing her pussylips, and smacking her hand against them, back and forth. I watched her discretely for a few minutes, then made a big deal of going to the bathroom. When I came back, I knocked on her door. When she said come in, I stuck my head in and asked her if she needed anything before I went to bed. She said she didn't, but asked be to come in and lay down with her. After a second, I thought why not, so I came in and layed down next to her and put my arm around her and hugged her, and she said that she loved me more than anything. I told her that she was so special to me, and I'd do anything in the world for her, all she had to do was ask, and that I loved her so much. Those big hazel eyes looked deep into my soul, and I felt so much in love with my little Kelsie, I couldn't help kissing her softly on her lips. Then I kissed her on her forehead, and held her in my arms until she fell asleep, the whole time wondering what the future would bring for us.