"Daddy, daddy, come cuddle with me," nineteen-year-old Heather said from the doorway of her bedroom.
She swayed there in her romper onesie pajama, a pink one with big red peppers printed on it. Her blonde hair was a bit disheveled. Her eyes were playful and mischievous. Her hands were behind her. Her breasts jiggled a bit as she swayed.
And two perky nipples stared back at Caledon, Heather's stepdad, as he shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.
"Aw, baby, honey, I thought we stopped this. Don't you have a boyfriend now?"
She groaned and pouted in annoyance. "But I miss you."
"Your mom was real suspicious last time we did it, you know..."
She shrugged. "I don't care."
"We almost got caught that time!"
She shrugged again. "We won't this time."
"We shouldn't."
"We should. Just cuddling."
He sighed. She giggled victoriously. She put her hands out.
"Come, daddy."
Caledon looked around the house. Daisy, their dog, rested comfortably in her dog bed.
"Mom's at work all night," Heather reassured him.
He bit his lip and stood up in his tank top and pajama pants. Daisy looked up, wondering what was going on. Cal took a hesitant step towards Heather.
"Come on, daddy," she insisted in a childlike voice.
"Oh, God, I'm so going to hell," he muttered as he went to her.
Just as he was about to take her hands, she jumped and turned around, her butt jiggling inside the form-fitting nightwear. She made him wrap his arms around her from behind. The warm fabric of his pants met the warm cotton of her onesie.
She gasped when she felt his erection.
"Daddy, I said just cuddling!" she chided him. "Shame on you."
"I'm sorry, honeypot."
She towed him into the bedroom. Of all the places they had fooled around, he had always resisted going into her bedroom. He was a bit nervous as he entered.
She let go of him and hurried to the bed, pushing the plush dolls aside and sliding under the covers.
"Just cuddling, right?" he said.
She rolled her eyes. "Dude, yes."
He slid under the peach comforter with her and groaned as he relaxed onto the bed. "Ah yeah," he said.
She rested her head on his massive chest and put an arm around his stomach and a leg around his legs.
"I miss you so much," she said.
"Why?" he said. "We're all still together. We're still a family. I heard you're thinking of moving out, though."
"With Lisa, yeah," she said. "And it's making me miss you already..."
"Ahh," he said. He looked at her and shook his head and sighed. Then he wrapped his arms around her to hold her tighter. They both moaned as they pressed into one another, enjoying their warm bodies in their warm clothes under the warm blanket in the warm room.
And his burning erection pressed against her thighs as she tried to mount him.
"Oh, come on," he complained.
"I'm trying to get comfy," she said as she tried to position herself on top of him.
Every movement made his cock harder.
"Heather, please," he said.
"I'm trying," she said. "Your big cock's in the way, daddy."
They wrestled a little under the covers until they felt right.
"There," he said. "That's good." He sighed. "This is nice."
Her face next to his neck, she kissed his skin.
"Mm," he said. He patted her hair with one hand while his other was under his own head as he stared at the ceiling.
Her hands slid under his shirt. He flinched when she pinched his nipples.
