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robby's daughter never grew out of demanding that he bathe her every night, despite being fully grown and able to do it herself.

and robby, who never says a word to complain, only ever cooed at her and rolled up his sleeves without question.

now that his girl is in nursing school and starting to build a life of her own (as much as it pains him to watch her need her dad less and less), robby encourages her to be more independent. and it's not that he doesn't love their nightly ritual, carefully undressing his daughter, watching her nude body distort under the water, giving her little kisses and tickling her as he dries her off on the bed. but he knows that encouraging self-reliance is what any good father would do.

so one night, he takes home his daughter's favorite dinner, brings her flowers, and lets her have as much ice cream as she wants for dessert. and then-- once they're cuddling on the couch with full bellies, and she's got that sweet, contented smile on her face-- he drops the bomb.

"baby girl," robby murmurs, "what do you think about having your bath by yourself tonight?"

just as he suspected, his girl huffs unhappily. "why?"

"i think it would be good for you to learn how to do this kind of thing on your own."

"but i love bathtime with you," she emphasizes.

"i know you do, pumpkin, and i love it too. but you're well past the age you should've learned this, and... well, honey, what'll happen when i'm not around to do it for you? daddy won't live forever," robby jokes.

he realizes that statement was a mistake as soon as the words leave his lips. his daughter's eyebrows crease, just the way they always do right before she begins to cry.

"daddy... please don't say that," she whimpers.

"i'm sorry, princess," robby sighs. "but it's time. i bought you some nice new bubble bath soap, and i'm gonna have your favorite towel all laid out and ready for you."

his daughter frowns, rising from the couch. "i don't even know how to start a bath!"

"i promise it's easy," robby soothes.

"can you please just start it for me to make sure the water is warm?" she begs, looking up at him with that little pout she knows he can never resist.

robby can't bring himself to say no. soon enough, they're in the master bathroom upstairs as robby sits by the tub.

"you're gonna turn the knob to 2 o'clock. you like the water right there, where it's not too cold." robby explains, turning the water to her preferred temperature as the bathtub fills. he unscrews the cap on her bubble bath soap. "and you're gonna let it get warm for a minute. i'll pour in your bubble bath to let it get all fluffy."

his daughter nods. "then what?"

robby caps the soap and sets it aside. "well, now comes the easy part. you go on and get in, i'll be right outside."

"wait-" she turns her back to him, "my dress. i can't unzip it on my own."

robby complies, unzipping her dress down to her ass to reveal the laced edge of her panties.

when she pulls the dress off and lets it drop to the ground, he opens the door to leave, when he's called for again.

"daddy, my bra," she whines. "you know i can't unclip it myself."

robby sighs, reaching forward to help her. "you're gonna need to learn to do this too, huh?"

his daughter shrugs her bra off, turning to face robby. "so we're not gonna get dressed together in the mornings anymore?" she pouts, leaning against the doorframe clad in nothing but a little pair of lacy panties.

robby ignores her question and averts his eyes from his daughters bare body for the first time in his life. "i'll be just outside the door, okay?"

he exits the bathroom before he can protest, going to retrieve her towel as promised. when he returns, he hears quiet sloshing of water and little splashes. good, he thinks, she's doing it on her own. she's learning. a small, melancholy lump rises in his throat at his baby girl finally taking a set of training wheels off, but he swallows it away with pride.

he almost goes to sit down on the bed when he hears her calling for him-- "daddy?" she says. "i need help."

robby weighs whether it's a good decision to give in to her this early, before ultimately deciding its no use to resist. "what's up, honeybun?"

"can you just come in please?" she whines.

goddamn, robby thinks as he walks into the bathroom, i tried so hard to train that bratty whining out of her, but it never stuck. mea culpa, i guess.

robby opens the door to a steam-filled bathroom, making out his daughter sitting up in the bath. he can just make out the curve of her tits before they disappear under the water's surface. "what's wrong?" he asks.

"i can't wash my back," she whines. "can you do it?"

robby doesn't even bother arguing. he just takes a washcloth and lathers it with her soap, kneeling beside the tub to wash her. "this part can be hard, but we've gotta learn it anyway, okay?" he says. "i'll get you a loofah with a long handle."

his daughter huffs. "kinda feel like it's easier to do baths together," she mumbles.

"i’m not falling for that one, you little romantic," robby coos with a smile, tapping the bridge of her nose.

“oh, please get in with me,” she pleads. “just this once?”

robby squints at her. “if i do, will you promise not to fuss anymore?”

his daughter nods. “pinkie promise!”

“alright. im gonna hold you to it,” robby knowingly lies, mostly saying it as a reminder to himself.

he strips himself of his clothes, unblushing— modesty is a long-forgotten principle in their household. he pretends not to notice his daughter staring at his cock in fascination as he steps into the large whirlpool bathtub.

he’s used to his cock drawing her eye; that fixation started a few years ago. despite robby’s assumption that the novelty would fade with time, she seems just as enamored with his body now as she was before. and damn if that wasn’t a guilt-ridden boost to robby’s damaged ego. his daughter was infatuated with his body— regardless of his beer belly, hairy chest and all.

robby settles on the opposite side of the tub, his ankles knocking against his daughter’s under the water. “alright, turn around so i can wash your back,” he commands.

his daughter happily complies, leaning into him as he washes her back.

"you know, princess, i like our bathtime too,” robby murmurs. “but this is something i want you to learn. what'll happen when you go get married and you need dad to come over to your house every night to bathe you?" he pretends his stomach doesn't flip when he speaks that idea into existence.

"don't be silly, dad. i'm marrying you." she says confidently.

for the sake of time, robby decides not to take the bait. they've talked about this before, to no avail. he hopes she'll understand one day.

robby finishes washing her, and settles back against the edge of the tub. "okay, all done. did you scrub everywhere, like dad normally does?"

she nods, turning to face him, nearly straddling his thighs.

"even here?" robby lifts one of her arms up above her head to expose her armpit, inadvertently pulling her chest above the water and giving him a glimpse of her tits.

"yes," she mumbles.

"you sure?" robby prods, giving her underarm a brief tickle and making her shriek with laughter, jumping away. water sloshes around the tub, partially dousing robby. "i deserved that," he chuckles. "alright, did you wash between your legs too?"

she blushes, shaking her head. "the cloth feels too harsh."

"you can just use your hand," robby encourages. "you don't need to scrub. just do it gentle, the way i used to."

"i'm afraid i'll be too rough," his daughter frowns. "please? just show me one more time?" she says, fiendishly opening her thighs.

robby cocks a brow at her. "sweetie pie, why don't you try doing it yourself first?"

her brow creases. "but you always said i’m all delicate down there. what if i hurt myself?”

oh. robby thinks, feeling stupid for not picking up on it sooner. she's playing me like a fiddle.

“now sweetpea,” he tuts, “you promised me no fussing.”

but he’s already moving his hand to cup her between her legs, nudging her thighs apart further.

he works his fingers between her folds, gently washing her clean as he usually does. but this time, his girl closes her eyes with a sigh, a little smile crossing her face. robby finishes, pulling his hand away. "all done," he remarks.

she opens her eyes with a frown. "but i don't feel clean yet."

"i thought i told you no fussing," robby chides, but returns his hand to her crotch.

he resumes his ministrations as his daughter begins to breathe heavier, little noises escaping her throat. when her hips begin to rock against his hand, robby pulls away. "pumpkin patch, you should be washed by now. are you being honest with daddy?"

she pouts. "i am! you know i just started my period, daddy. i feel gross."

"you're right, bunny. i'm sorry," robby says, half believing her as he continues touching her cunt.

this time, she barely bothers to hide her intentions. she grips the edge of the tub, rocking her hips in time with his hand, her clit seeking friction against the hard knuckle of his thumb.

but it's the moans that escape her lips that give robby pause. "sounds like someone's happy," he remarks. "what's got you so excited, pumpkin? huh?"

he allows a finger to slip inside her entrance, aiming the pad of his pointer finger to brush right on her clit with every swipe. her hips start to tremble as she becomes overwhelmed by the sensation.

"daddy," she whines.

"what's wrong, baby? i'm helping you wash," he rumbles. "you told me you felt gross. i'm just trying to help."

"daddy, no fair!" she groans, her pitch now steadily rising.

robby can tell she's close, and pulls his hand away when it seems like she's right on the edge.

"all done," robby says. "that kitty's as clean as it's gonna get."

his daughter's bottom lip wobbles. "b-but i feel all achy, dad," she whimpers.

"i know," robby says dismissively. "come on out and let me dry you off. you'll get all pruny if you stay in there any longer."

"i thought i was supposed to learn to do it all myself," she grumbles, standing and letting robby wrap her in a towel.

"we can save that for another day," robby shrugs, walking her into the bedroom and laying her on the bed. he unwraps the towel, finally revealing the pure, unobstructed sight of his daughter's naked body. it never gets old, no matter how many time's he's seen it.

robby leans down to kiss her belly, making her giggle. "is my girl ticklish here?" he grins.

she shakes her head frantically.

"i think she is," he growls, peppering her abdomen with quick pecks, causing her to dissolve into laughter.

"i'm ticklish here too," she warbles, pointing at her tits.

robby rolls his eyes. "oh, of course you are, you little troublemaker." but he relents anyway, peppering her chest with kisses, even giving each nipple a quick nip with his teeth.

by the time he's finished, she's nearly entirely dry, the only wetness on her body between the thighs she's been rubbing together.

robby backs off, nudging her legs apart. "alright, lemme see if i did a good job cleaning you up."

she opens her legs, almost proud to show off her cunt to him. it's glistening wet, and robby can just faintly smell the metallic tinge of blood. "gonna have to get a pad on you in a minute here," robby remarks, mostly to himself.

"am i clean, daddy?" she asks, peeking up from the pillows.