People have been asking me to share some more of my memories. It's kind of a mixed feeling- They're hard to think about but it's also therapeutic for me to get them out. Here are some of my early memories. I shared them once before on my old profile.

I can't remember a time my dad didn't touch me. Mom worked night so it was up to Daddy to do everything for me. He made dinner, read to me, bathed me, and even let me sleep in his bed. All that time it was totally normal for us to be physically close. I snuggled on his lap, pressed against him in bed, he would tickle me anywhere on my body: my feet, my tummy, my sides, under my shirt, and between my legs. I didn't think anything of it. Tickling was tickling and I had no idea that where you touched a person made a difference. We even bathed together.

Bathing together was probably what made it so easy for Daddy to do the things to me that he did and what made me think those things were okay. From my first memory Daddy was in the bathtub with me and he washed every part of my body... every one. He always took his time to massage my scalp when he shampooed and rinsed me, and he also took his time with my back to make that feel good too. So, why would it seem weird to a young girl when Daddy also took his time to make it feel good when he washed my bottom and between my legs? Every part of your body had to be washed and being bathed felt good. It got to where If I heard the water running in the bathroom I would hurry to see if he was bathing so I could join him. I didn't realize until years later that he only bathed when my mom was at work.

The other part about bathing that was normal was me washing him. Since he washed me, I thought that was how baths worked. I would wash his hair, his chest, and even his cock and balls. He probably got hard but I don't remember and I probably wouldn't have noticed anyway. I was just washing him the way he washed me.

Looking back, I can see what he was doing. He raised me without any boundaries about my body or his. Whenever he would wash me he always asked me if it felt good and he taught me to always say, "Yes, Daddy, it feels so good." I wasn't supposed to say it any other way. When I bathed him, I was expected to check again and again to make sure what I did was making him feel good.

I guess that's why, later on when he took things farther, it seemed pretty normal to me.

It started like any other night. We had our bath and Daddy and I washed each other all over just like always. We went to bed and he snuggled up against me as I went to sleep. He probably rubbed my back like always; I don't remember. It wouldn't have been unusual. What came next was unusual.

I woke up lying on my back. I felt the weight of Daddy's leg across my thighs, holding me down. The lights were out, but the moon was bright and I could see Daddy's face clearly. I'll never forget it. Instead of his usual gentle smile, his face was blank. I saw an intensity in his eyes I'd never seen before. I thought for a minute that something was wrong, but he didn't say anything. I laid there looking up at him wondering what would happen next.

I felt cool air on my legs and realized he'd pulled the covers off of me. He was breathing hard, and trembling a little. I felt his closed fist between my legs and looked down to see that he held the hem of my nightgown. I looked back up at him and as our eyes met, he slowly pulled my nightgown up. I felt it catch on my bottom and I raised my hips to let it keep coming. I don't know why I did it, I just somehow knew that Daddy wasn't playing this time and I should do what he wanted.

I'll never forget the feeling of cool air on my nipples when he pushed my gown up to my chin. I'd never been aware of my nipples before but this time they seemed to tingle. Daddy started to lower his head and I let out a little gasp. He froze for just a second, and his face softened for just an instant, but then the hard look was back in his eyes and he moved his lips to my left nipple- the one closest to him. He started brushing it with his lips and flicking it with his tongue. I felt his fingertips caressing my other nipple. I don't know if they got hard or not- I really don't remember. But I remember that it felt so good, and it felt different than any touching we'd done before.

I think Daddy must have felt me relax a little because he began sucking my nipple and swirling his tongue. I remember the pressure of his face against my soft skin, and the little bit of stubble on his cheek. I remember little noises he made like I was the best dessert he ever tasted. I knew mommies made milk with their breasts and I kind of wondered if maybe he was drinking milk from me because of the sounds he was making.

After a few minutes I got brave enough to rub his arm a little bit. It just seemed like I should be touching him like I always did. This seemed to encourage him. He started sucking my other nipple just as lovingly as the first, and his hand slid down my side to my panties. There wasn't any tickling or playing like usual. He just pushed his hand under the waistband and slid his fingers between my legs. I opened them for him like always even though I didn't understand why he was being so intense this time. He rubbed me between my legs. I don't know if it felt good or not because that was when I got distracted by something sticky against my hip. The top of his cock was sticking out of his underwear and he was grinding it against me. That was new.

Daddy started sucking me harder and pumping against my body in time with his fingers as they stroked me between my legs. He didn't try to put them inside me- he just rubbed me. I remember it got faster and faster and then suddenly he started shaking and rolled away from me really fast. He hurried to the bathroom and stayed in there a long time. I wondered if I had done something wrong but I was afraid to move. Finally he came back, pulled my nightgown back down, kissed me on the forehead and went to sleep. That was when I realized there was more than one kind of touching.