Something falls out of Riley's bag.

(credit to lexist for the inspiration)

As you swing one of Riley's bags, that you assumed was empty, towards the closet, something hard falls out and thuds onto the floor, rolling under the bed.
"God...fucking..." you bend down, reaching under the bed to retrieve whatever it was. Your hands tighten on the long, flexible rubber of what is unmistakably a dildo.
"Ah....!" you shudder at holding your daughter's sex toy. You run to throw it into a drawer, but then something catches your eye. On the side of the large, pink cock that your daughter uses to pleasure herself, there's something written in black sharpie.
You swallow hard.
It says... "Daddy."
Oh boy. That's...unexpected.
You suppose it's somewhat normal for young girls to measure themselves against their mothers, and look up to their fathers as the first, strong male influence in their lives. But...this was not...exactly healthy. Did Riley really fuck herself with this dildo and pretend it was you? You don't know how to feel about that thought. It shames you to realize that you find it...somewhat arousing. Maybe it isn't specifically you. Maybe she just has a "daddy" kink? Is that better or worse?
"Okay, daddy I think that's all for...." you whirl around as she comes into the room, and there's no hiding the evidence in your hands.
"Um....this fell out of your bag...."
Riley slams the door behind her. Her eyes are as wide as saucers.
"Give me that!" she snatches it from your grasp and hides it behind her back. Her face is bright red. "You...weren't supposed to see that."
"Riley..." you step closer. Riley looks at her feet. "Honey." You tilt her face up to yours. "Why does your dildo say, "daddy"?"
"A....." her mouth hangs open, and only squeaks come out for a second. Then she laughs, almost hysterically.
"This...is... really embarrassing, dadd... DAD." she stops just short of using the very word emblazoned on her sex toy.
"Are you...fantasizing about your father when you masturbate, Riley?" She squirms, brushing past you to put the dildo in her top drawer. You come behind her, and hold her shoulders, looking at her in the mirror. "Tell me the truth, baby girl."
She looks into your eyes in the mirror. "....yes... daddy."
"Riley... why?"
She turns, and puts her arms around your waist. "I don't know.... the first few months at school, I was super lonely. No Matt, nobody close. I had trouble making friends. At night, I would just.... you know... for comfort. And I guess I missed home...missed you...and it just turned into... fantasies..."
She puts her face into your chest. "I'm sorry, dad. I know it's so wrong. I must be some kind of freak. Pervert for thinking about your cock..." she stutters here, "for thinking about you when I..."
You hold your baby girl. "It's ok, baby. We all go to weird places sometimes when we're....lonely and horny. Just as long as you understand, that fantasies are one thing. Reality is another." She looks up at you, and nods.
"Of..of course, daddy." Somehow, she doesn't seem 100% convincing on this point. "It would be wrong. If we ever did that...for real." She clasps her hands behind your back, and looks up at you. "Tell me the truth.... have you ever... fantasized...about me...?"
"Riley...." you step back, breaking her embrace. Your face is on fire. This is such a weird conversation. "That's....even if the answer was yes, I couldn't admit that to you. You fantasizing about me is one thing. Me fantasizing about you? I could get thrown in jail for that."
"I'm a grown woman, daddy. Fantasies aren't illegal." Her touch on your back is like red hot fire. "I'm not saying we should fuck or anything. I just asked a question."
{if Morality >=41}Unbidden, a truly fucked up image springs into your mind. Your little angel, Riley, on all fours, on her bed. The dildo, with your "name" on it, pumping in her snatch. Your cock...in her mouth.{endif}
"I don't think I ever have, Riley, no." {if Morality >= 44} You stammer so hard that she doesn't seem to believe you, and her mouth parts as she breathes a little more quickly. Those lips...they were made for sucking dick...for sucking _your _dick. You can see through the fabric of her white undershirt. Her nipples are steel hard, with no bra between them and the thin material. {else}You're fairly certain. You've watched plenty of daddy dom/little girl sub porn, but you don't think you ever actually slotted Riley into that role in your mind. {if Morality >=41} Until just now.... {endif}{endif}
"Oh. Ok." She drops her hand.
"Look why don't we just forget this happened and get back to the business of having fun, getting ready for dinner and having a good time by the pool."
"Ok, daddy." she keeps using that word... It's sending shivers up and down your spine.
You head out to the kitchen, brushing past Allison as she brings her stuff to Riley's room. You grab a Sam Adams from the fridge, chugging half of the bottle in one go. Your face still feels on fire.
"You ok, James?"
Jenna is chopping vegetables.
"Yeah. Peachy. Just feeling a little warm."