Chapter 08 (The day after the party and several revelations.)
This is entirely fiction. All characters are 18 or older.
Note there are heavy exhibitionist elements in this series and always will be. Sometimes more than the other stuff. This is filed under Incest/Taboo because the central love story is between a daughter and her father. Hope you enjoy the whole combination as much as I do!
I recommend reading all the previous chapters first. I'm happy you're still here!
The morning after
Chloe woke to bright sunlight. She kept her eyes closed and assessed the damage. The light did seem a little extra bright, even with her eyes closed. She moved her head slowly back and forth on her pillow. Not too bad, considering, but her brain did feel a little...thick. She had a headache, but it wasn't pounding. Three drinks had certainly made her much more than tipsy, but she didn't know what to expect in terms of hangover. First assessment was she was probably getting off easy, but she certainly felt the effects.
Knowing she didn't have to get up for school, Chloe lazed in bed, eyes still closed. She allowed herself the wonderful luxury of reliving her dreams of her Daddy. Her nights lately had been filled with erotic dreams with him. She could still almost feel his big Daddy cock inside her, an echo of their loving coupling as she slept. Every time, it was perfect. He was gentle when gentle was just what she needed, including her first time. But they also had pretty wild sex, and it was thrilling and exciting and all the more fulfilling because it was with him, her best love, her only love.
Chloe's hands started to wander over her bare skin. She once again reflected how amazing it felt to sleep naked and was really happy she'd stumbled onto that new norm this week!
She tickled her breasts and tweaked her nipples as she thought back to her night of dreams. Chloe especially loved the long, vivid dream of her Daddy undressing her and getting her ready for bed. She still felt his eyes all over her naked body as he stripped her, one piece of clothing at a time. She would never get tired of exposing herself to his appreciative gaze, but in this dream, he was close enough to have kissed (and licked and sucked and fucked) all of her.
Chloe snaked one hand down to her already-wet pussy, as she remembered the part where he slowly pulled off her panties, stretching a thick wall of her delicious juices still stuck between her and the crotch of her lacy underwear.
They both peed for each other, which was oddly erotic for both of them. Her Daddy praised her whole body with declarations of love as she simply brushed her teeth, a stupid grin on her face, because she was so deliriously happy.
And the dream ended with her Daddy kissing her from head to toe. Or actually, toe to head. His soft, loving lips caressing her entire body. She drifted off to sleep when he finally reached her eyelids and kissed them closed.
Wait. Drifted off to sleep...in her dream?
Chloe squeezed her hands on her breast and pussy and breathed in sharply, opening her eyes. OMG! That was all real. It was her best dream, but it was not a dream! She sat up, her wet hand trailing up from her pussy to laze at her free breast. She now cupped both idly as the realization sank in.
Chloe frantically tried to remember everything that had happened. Her brain was moving more slowly than usual, more slowly than she needed it to right now. What had she said? What had she done? What had they done? It felt like she was only remembering fragments, like it was through a bit of a haze, but then again, it did seem like she had a pretty complete movie playing in her head. As far as she could tell. It was just like it was on old film, poorly stored, so the colors were less clear and dialogue a bit fuddled.
But there was no denying her Daddy had stripped her, and she had let him. Chloe pinched her nipple before sending her hand back to her pussy, which had started running more freely with the memory of her Daddy's eyes on her, his hands on her. He really did pull her panties down and see her stretching grool. She could see his face as he marveled at the sight. She followed his eyes as he then stared straight into her open, wet pussy, wet for him, open for him. Only for him. He was so close to her naked pussy!
Did they...? Did he...? She tried to remember any sex or even fondling of her. But she couldn't. She could even hear herself asking him to, begging him to. Calling him a poopiehead and stupidhead for declining.
He had refused. Of course he had refused. And then, as if it were even possible to love her Daddy more, Chloe fell even more deeply for him. The feeling washed over her like a wave, a warm, flowing, loving wave of pure emotion that sank deeply through her heart and into her soul.
Her Daddy didn't do anything. Because she was drunk. She had begged him, and he had refused. He even gently, lovingly explained why. Chloe never felt more safe. She never felt more loved. She lifted her hand from her breast to wipe the tears of joy and love that had leaked from her eyes. She found she was smiling, probably that same stupid grin she had when brushing, as her Daddy held her up from behind, while they both admired her nude form in the mirror.
Then reality started settling in, and Chloe realized she had to pee. Pretty urgently. She jumped out of bed and trotted to the hall bathroom. As she closed the bathroom door and turned on the light, it dawned on her. She had just done that completely naked, without even thinking. A thrill washed through her, but she also realized that was probably pretty dumb. It was Saturday. She hadn't even looked at what time, yet. She had no idea where her Daddy...or more embarrassing, her Mommy...were right now and who might have seen her. Or might see her on the way back.
But first things first! Chloe sat. As she did, she reflected back to last night, when her Daddy was with her for this most intimate act, and she oddly felt alone without him there. She usually paid little attention, of course, but this time she looked down. She leaned back and pulled her legs wider and lifted herself with her fingers, one hand on her mons, to get a good view of herself peeing.
It was pretty cool. Very cool. Who knew? She had no idea why it struck her that way. She then remembered watching her Daddy do the same, and she felt an erotic jolt at that memory. Her Daddy had expressed the same thrill. What was that all about? She decided it didn't matter why she liked it. She just knew she did and hoped to explore it further at some point. Time for more research, heehee!
After she was done, while washing her hands, Chloe looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and smiled. She stepped up on the stool she had used last night to see all of herself. She truly did like her own body, so she had that going for her. And recently--was it really only a week ago this had all started?--she was very happy to share it with her Daddy. Every time she thought of him looking at her bare flesh, she got excited. She had soaked countless pairs of panties this week! (And drank most of the results...yum!!!)
It was time to head back to her room. Here we go! Nobody saw her on the way, so chances were good the path would be clear now, as well. Part of her hoped her Daddy would be out there to see her. One of the things she foggily remembered admitting to him was how much she enjoyed walking around upstairs naked.
She turned off the light and boldly opened the bathroom door. As she walked towards her room, she heard her parents' bedroom door open behind her. Daddy? An electric charge ran through her.
"Hi, sweetie."
Shit! Shitshitshit! "Uh...hi, Mommy. Um...sorry about this," Chloe shyly indicated her nudity, turning hesitantly toward her Mommy. "I had to pee so badly. I was...uh...I'm a little foggy. I didn't think...um..."
"Chloe, hush," her Mommy gently chided, an amused smirk crossing her pretty features. "It's OK, sweetheart. You might want to be a little more careful with your father around, though."
"Is Daddy here?" Chloe tried not to sound excited, though the pulse in her pussy would have betrayed her if her Mommy could have detected it.
Her Mommy raised an eyebrow. Her smirk widened. "Well, yes. He's downstairs eating a late lunch."
"Lunch? Wait,
late
lunch? What time is it?"
"It's 2:30, dear."
Chloe just stared at her Mommy, a bit stunned. She temporarily forgot about her extreme state of undress and processed that new information. "Wow..."
