When I got married to my wife, I was 23 years old. We had fell in love when I was 19 (she was 17 at the time). From the beginning, we knew that we would be together "'till death do us apart", no kidding.

When I turned 24, she got pregnant. We were supposed to be the example parents; we had it all figured out. Like every parent, we thought that our baby would be the ruler of the world. S/he would turn out to be the best in their class in school. Be the most respected football player in his age group or the best looking girl in her cheerleading team. All the options were open at that time.

Well. When I was turning 25, my wife delivered a healthy girl... blue eyes, beautiful blonde hair. So... no quarterback for my family, but... oh my god how I loved my daughter! She was the most beautiful being I had ever seen in my life.

Me and my wife nurtured her. I loved my wife and she loved me. We both loved our baby girl without limits. But we were both working. This meant that every few weeks, I was away from home, and every other week she was away from home. So we made arrangements. When she was working, I took care of the baby - and when I was working, she took care of the baby.

This was great; we both took responsibility and we both were working. Of course, this naturally meant that we both had our shifts to bath her. For the first years, this was no problem; she was just a baby. I had no interests regarding her and no intentions.

One day this all suddenly changed.

At the time, my wife was away on a conference and I was at home with our beautiful 4 year old. We had had a busy day and comparatively late at night, just before her bedtime (yes... she did know it was her bedtime), she asked if we could take a bath. Of course, this was not unusual; we usually took baths together. And I saw no reason to refuse her request. After all... after taking a bath, she was usually more than ready for bed anyway.

We filled up the tub with hot water. Actually, we had to wait for a while for the water to cool down, because when I initially was lowering my beautiful daughter in the water, she pulled her feet up and said that it was way too hot. So we waited. With her all nude, waiting to get to the bathtub, I noticed - for the first time - for my personal amazement - how beautiful creature my little girl was.

I started to get an erection. And I was so ashamed of myself. I should not get aroused like this by my own daughter. So while we were waiting for the water to cool down a bit, I wrapped myself in a towel. That helped. I had never been aroused by kids, and I least of all had I never thought of myself being able to get aroused by my own kid running around the house naked. I thought that was the end of it. Damn how wrong I was...

As the water had cooled down enough, I put my daughter to the tub. As normal, I went there myself also. She was sitting with her toys on the other end, and I was sitting in the other end.

After a short while, she asked if she "could come and play with me". Well, why not. At that time I was simply being her father who wanted her to have fun while bathing, nothing else.

She came to my end of the tub and sat on my legs, her back towards me, and we started playing with her toys. I don't know why, but I started getting aroused again. My little girl was sitting on my lap under the water, her legs around mine. We were playing with her rubber ducks and floaties and I was getting an erection. Again. I felt silly at that time. And not just a little bit ashamed.

When I realised that I was having a "not suitable for children" reaction in there, I took some bathing soap and poured it into the tub ... just to get some bubbles in so that my condition would not have been such obvious from above the water. However, I still had my four year old daughter sitting on my lap... Pretty much on top of my now fully erect member.

We continued playing with her toys, but after a while, she noticed that she was not sitting on "solid ground" and pulled her legs together on my lap ... basically locking my erect cock between her legs. On her behalf, it was nothing sexual, but there I was, playing with my daughter, with my penis locked between her legs - while she was moving up and down in the still warm water. Shit! She was basically masturbating me with her thighs.

We were playing with her toys, me trying to keep a game of pirates going, and she was pumping my cock between her tiny legs, bouncing up and down in the bathtub. No wonder, it did not take long for me to cum in the water just by her stimulus.

This was when I started thinking about my daughter in a sexual way.

She had no idea of what had happened. She was just playing in the tub with her father. I however was feeling ... repentance. How had I gotten aroused by my baby girl? How could I have had let that happen?

Later on, I washed myself and her. I did not really mean to, but looking back, I notice that I did pay special attention to her "special places". Not that she noticed it, though. She just loved me scrubbing her with soap and a sponge. I still admit that even washing her made me aroused. Again.

After the bath, we had supper and I tugged her into bed. I left her in her room, turned the nightlight on and went to watch some television for a while. However, I could not keep from thinking what had happened in the tub. I could not believe it, again I was getting aroused by the simple thought of my 4 year old daughter. Was I a sick pervert? How could that have happened? Where did it come from all of the sudden?

I went to my daughters room, where she was already asleep. I looked at her cherub face, her beautiful blonde hair... and again, I got an erection. I sat on her bed, started caressing my baby girl on top of her pyjamas. My erection was aching. I started slowly stroking myself over my shorts, getting myself even harder. What was I doing? Why was I doing it?

All I knew was that I wanted another release. I really, really needed another release. My dick was already ready to burst. I moved to the head of her bed, next to her pillow and took my dick out of the shorts. I just so much wanted to cum. I started slowly jerking off, sitting on her bed, caressing her angel blonde hair with my other hand. My beautiful, beautiful angel. My angel that had made me cum earlier today.

She was sleeping with her mouth half open and I started thinking... could I? I so much wanted to, but... would I dare?

I eased myself to a position where the head of my cock was just inches from her mouth. Then a little closer and then a little bit more. Until the tip of my cock was literally touching her lips. Just a little bit more and my cock was actually between her lips. The sight was simply unbelievable. I had to admire it for a while before I did a little thrust... in, pull back. And again. And again, little further.

As I continued, I noticed that when she was inhaling, while not exactly sucking, she was massaging my dick with her mouth while sleeping. My angel was figuratively sucking my dick. I took her little hand from under her head and put it on my dick.

I can't know what she was dreaming about, but her hand took hold of my member and she started being more active with her lips and breathing. Slowly easing myself in and out of her mouth must have been the greatest sexual feeling I had ever had. I felt I was ready to cum, so I pulled my dick from her mouth and released my load. God it felt good... with her hand still around my prick, I shot goblets on her chin, on her beautiful lips, on her nose and on her pillow.

As if this had not been good enough, it was not the end of it. As soon as I had finished cumming all over her, her hand tightened around my shaft and she pulled her head closer to retake my dick in her mouth... and I was in heaven again. She was fast asleep, but my darling baby angel was cleaning my dick with her mouth. I was almost ready to cum again immediately from the sheer thought of that. For a while, I just let her continue sucking, but eventually, I cleaned her face, took her hand from my dick, stood up and walked away from the room, leaving her with whatever the dream she was having.

I was so much in love with my baby girl in a whole new way. I had found a new thing about myself. I was a pedophile. And I liked it.