“Oh, right,” she giggled, rolling over. “Sorry, Dad. I won’t look.”
I removed my pants, socks and shirt, reducing myself to only my undershirt and boxers, and laid down on the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable location I’d ever slept in – I didn’t think this carpet even had underlay beneath it – but I made do.
“Goodnight, Dad,” came Sophie’s voice from over the bed.
“Goodnight, Angel,” I answered her.
After what seemed like forever, my thoughts had just begun to drift away when Sophie’s voice interrupted my rest. “Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Are you still awake?”
I snorted a little as I drew in a breath to reply. “Barely,” I answered.
“Sorry,” she giggled softly. “I was just wondering…are you really ok there on the floor?”
I opened up my eyes. My daughter was staring at me over the edge of the bed. Her curly, blonde hair fell like an inviting canopy of vines from overhead. I couldn’t quite see her eyes in the darkness, but from what I could make out, I knew they were looking at me imploringly. I had no doubt that she wore that pouty smile that she always did when she was trying to butter me up before asking for something.
“It’s alright. It’ll be ok for the night,” I confirmed, slowly shutting my eyes again.
“Because I’m kinda cold.”
My eyes darted open again. I looked up at her. “Do you want me to get you another blanket?”
“No…” she whispered.
In my chest, my heart skipped a beat, and made up for it with the next one. I swear the thud was loud enough to be heard in the next room. “Do you want me to tinker with the heater to see if I can get it to work?”
“No…” she whispered again.
I was stuck. I figured I knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it – least of all without hearing it explicitly from her mouth. I wasn’t going to assume. Plus, I was certainly dressed compromisingly. Combine that with the thoughts that had permeated my head earlier, and I knew that it had a potential to be a paternal disaster.
Nevertheless, the primal beast inside me began to growl. I knew exactly what it wanted, and I had to keep it chained and locked away.
“Can you come cuddle me, Daddy? At least until I fall asleep?” Sophie pleaded sweetly.
Now, it was smiling mockingly at me.
“Sophie…” I tried to deter her, desperate to deter her. “I’m in only my underwear, Angel. That’s not exactly appropriate.”
She took a second to respond. “I know, but it’s just this one night. And it’s cold,” she reasoned. “We can make an exception. Right?”
“I…” I could feel my resistance slipping away. “I guess…”
I could see her smile, even in the black room. She pulled away from the edge, as if inviting me into the bed with her. I sat up, rubbing my face, admonishing myself to keep level-headed and calm. This was only to keep her warm. She wasn’t some woman that I was trying to woo. My desires had to be kept in check.
And yet, I wondered if my manly instincts would obey.
Climbing beneath the covers, I slid up beside my daughter. Sophie was facing the window, so I fitted myself behind her, becoming the big spoon. She lifted her head so that I could get one arm beneath her neck, and I brought my hand to her shoulder. My other arm wrapped around her abdomen. I could feel her skin. Her shirt seemed to rise higher than when I’d seen it. I squeezed my eyes, fighting hard to avoid any unbecoming thoughts from bubbling to the surface.
With a deep breath, I hugged my daughter against my chest. She relaxed, holding my arm around her shoulders. I knew she was smiling. Despite it being my daughter, and knowing that I probably shouldn’t be enjoying this, it honestly felt good to have a woman’s softness in my arms again.
“Mm…you’re so warm, Daddy,” she murmured gratefully. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Angel,” I answered with trepidation. “Just…don’t tell anyone about this, ok?”
“I won’t,” she agreed quietly.
I cleared my throat a bit. “As far as anyone else knows, I slept on the floor,” I insisted. “Ok?”
My daughter turned her head to look at me. Damn, she was beautiful – and here in my arms! I felt a warm rush flood my veins. I knew where my physical senses were heading. I mentally cut them off, thwarting anything more.
Sophie studied me. “What are you afraid of, Dad?” she asked.
I grinned lopsidedly. “Some people would question whether it’s…proper.”
Her shoulders fell. She returned my expression with a similar one. “I know.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
I rested my forehead on the side of her head. “Let’s just go to sleep, ok?” I quietly suggested in her ear.
Sophie nestled into my arms a bit more snugly. “Ok, Daddy…”
My emotions were smouldering. Like a pile of embers, the coals of lust burned deeply within, threatening to burst into flames should any more fuel be added. For the moment, I had my desire locked down. I could contain it. As long as nothing more happened, I could maintain control.
For a long time, we laid there together – father and daughter, probably far closer physically than advisable. I was just beginning to think I could relax, fall asleep, forget about this compromising moment and never mention it again, when Sophie moved. She adjusted her legs, pushing her perfect, succulent little bum against my groin.
That did it.
My eyes shot open. Blood surged into my manly digit, filling it, growing it to its full seven inches. There was no stopping things now. My erection grew involuntarily, no matter how much I tried to force down the urge to mate. My breathing was shaky as I looked at my daughter resting comfortably beside me. I could only hope and pray that she was sound asleep.
Then she took a deep breath. A smile crept across her face as she turned her head in my direction. “Dad…” she giggled quietly, “…what’s that?”
Feigning ignorance, I answered, “What’s what?”
She pushed her round, teenage butt against me again. There was no way she didn’t feel the hardness between my legs. I knew I was caught.
“That,” she identified.
“Um…” I choked softly, trying to come up with an excuse. I failed. “I’m…I’m sorry, Angel.”
Slowly, Sophie turned over to look at me in the eye. She was still smirking. “Is that because of me?”
“No, it’s because of me,” I grumbled in frustration.
Sophie raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“I…I haven’t been with a woman in over two years, Sophie. It’s kind of taking its toll,” I admitted. “And then…when you invited me into bed…” I stuttered, looking desperately for an exit. “Damn it, I was worried about this happening. Sophie, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”
I started to pull away, but my daughter wasn’t having it. She grabbed my body and moved right along with me, not letting me escape. I stopped struggling, trying to figure out why exactly she would persist.
“It’s ok, Dad,” she insisted. “It’s natural, right?”
Her words caught me by surprise. “Yeah, I…” I scrambled for words, “I…guess so. But you’re my daughter, Angel,” I fought back. “It’s not right for me to think about you that way.”
I lowered my eyes at her. “It’s not, Sophie,” I scolded tenderly.
“Maybe…” she repeated.
We laid there for a moment, just looking at each other. I knew she wasn’t done. There was more behind those tender, brown eyes of hers. I readied myself for whatever onslaught she could contrive next.
“Why haven’t you been dating?”
I have to admit, that one caught me a little off guard, too. “I…I don’t know,” I tried to parry. “I work a lot. I’m also 48, Angel. I kinda think my dating days are past. I guess…I guess I just don’t see myself as an attractive enough man anymore.”
“Are you kidding me?” she half shrieked. “Dad, you’re totally a handsome guy! My friends bug me all the time. You’re over six feet, right?”
“Yeah. 6’2”.” I confirmed, taking a breath, readying myself to strike back. “But…seriously, this husky body? I weigh 240, Angel. That’s not exactly fit.”
“But you carry it so well! You’re a strong and built man. You have just the right amount of hair on you. Do you know how many girls love the dad bod look?” she attacked mercilessly. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her next words hit me hard. “I’m one of them.”
I’d heard of women enjoying that kind of figure on a man, but I could scarcely believe it – until now. My own daughter thought I was an attractive man? That had to count for something, as long as she wasn’t just putting me on.
Sophie took her hand off my chest. Suddenly, under the covers, I felt her shirt disappearing under my fingers. More and more of her skin fell prey to my touch as she tugged her shirt up her body. My hand felt like lead, too heavy to move away. It was stuck there. When my whole hand was on her bare side, she brought the shirt back down, over my hand, housing it inside her clothing.
“You can touch me, Dad,” she promised. “You need it. I understand. I’m ok with it.”
“Sophie…” I gasped breathlessly, hardly daring to believe that my own daughter was offering herself to me. “I shouldn’t, Angel… It’s not right…”
“I want you to.”
Her hand came back, touched my chest, then followed my body down to my crotch. Her fingernails scurried gracefully over my underwear, dancing on my thick manhood inside. I shivered and closed my eyes as first her fingers, then her palm slid rhythmically up and down the length of my shaft. Her touch was divine. I’d forgotten what it was like to have a woman’s soft hand pleasure me.
“If you really thought this was wrong,” she challenged me quietly, “you’d stop me, Daddy.”
I didn’t stop her. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was depraved and unwholesome. Maybe sharing this moment with my own daughter was the most immoral thing I could possibly do. But she was right, I didn’t think so. Not anymore. Right now, all I wanted to do was indulge in this intimate love together.
My eyes opened up again as Sophie’s fingers searched for the opening on my boxers. Finally, they found it, pulling my rigid erection out of the hole. My daughter took it in her hand. Meanwhile, my hand dug deeper into her shirt. I found her breasts. Sophie closed her eyes for a second, moaning lightly as I started to fondle them and play with her nipples.