Carl walked down the hall aimlessly, bleary eyed and barely awake. What he needed was something to eat. He suspected that his hunger had been at least in part what had woken him, and he planned on doing something about it.
As he was walking down toward the kitchen, he casually glanced to his right, noticing that Melissa's door was open. He stopped and walked over to close it, and noticed her in her bed.
She was on her side, her ass pointed to him covered only by a sheet. Before he knew it he found himself standing at the foot of her bed, looking up and down her body hungrily as though she were some girl he'd met elsewhere. He saw the outline of her slim legs through the sheet and watched them move up to her petite hips... up her slender waist, her supple breasts, up until he saw her face.
What was he doing? What was he thinking? This was his daughter. It was as if he'd been in a trance. He almost laughed at himself, until he let himself look down again. It was then that he noticed his rigid member sticking straight up, right out of his boxers.
Then he saw her move.
God. What if she saw him. All she had to do was open her eyes and turn.
Luckily she didn't wake up. She just rolled over, and Carl let out a quiet sigh of relief. It did nothing for his aroused state though. She rolled over onto her stomach and before he knew it he was kneeling on her bed.
He was bent over her sleeping body when he realized what he was doing, but Melissa stirred again and he felt her soft ass brush against the underside of his cock. Whatever chance he had of reclaiming his mind from this sudden burning urge was gone now.
He pressed his crotch into her rear as he reached his hands down underneath her. He felt air rush out of his lungs as his palms filled themselves with her warm breasts. He could feel the nipples and he played with them as he began grinding into his daughter.
Then he heard her moan. Carl ran one of his hands down her stomach and underneath her panties, rubbing his fingers over her lips. She felt very wet. He ran his fingers up and down her slick quim and slipped one inside.
"Ohh daddy..."
Carl sat up in his bed. He wiped his brow and knew how stiff he was without even looking down. He looked over at his wife, and seeing that she was asleep, he got up and went to the bathroom.
He ran water over his face and looked at himself in the mirror. He was still hard, and he figured he may as well take care of it before he went back to sleep.
In the morning Carl went about his routine as usual. He showered, brushed his teeth, shaved, and started getting dressed. He went out to get the newspaper and came back to his chair in the living room, ready for a nice relaxing Saturday morning.
"Good morning, daddy!"
Melissa. What a beautiful girl. Nineteen years old, long flowing black hair, deep baby blue eyes, and an amazing figure. Nice full breasts, a slim waist, and long slender legs leading up to a perfectly sculpted ass. She was wearing a regular sized blank white t shirt with short light blue shorts.
It wasn't until now that his dream even occurred to Carl. He suddenly felt incredibly awkward, as though she were an attractive woman he met at the office or something.
"Good morning, sweetheart... how'd you sleep?"
"Oh, I slept great, daddy. I dreamt you fucked my brains out."
Carl shook his head. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I said I dreamt that you stuck something in the drain.. you know, in the bathroom. You said that noone could take a shower or something."
Carl laughed. "That's.. that's silly."
"Honey, I made breakfast."
Damn, he thought. Lois is fast. He hadn't even seen her until she declared that she had made breakfast. He followed Melissa to the table in the kitchen, barely able to look away from her tight rear in those short shorts.
To distract himself, he looked at the table. She had prepared quite a breakfast indeed. Eggs, bacon, potatoes, even a plate with pancakes. When he sat though, all he could think of was just grabbing his daughter.
He placed his hand on her soft thigh and ran his hand lustfully up and down the inside of her leg. He let his hand linger on her crotch and he started rubbing her. He felt for her slit and once he found it he shoved his fingers in a little. Melissa started to moan and writhe at the table, squeezing her legs together on his hand.
"Honey?"
"Hmm?"
He was daydreaming again. He looked over at Melissa who looked like she was about to burst into a fit of giggles.
"Carl!"
He looked up at his slightly annoyed wife. "Uh... I'm sorry Lois... what is it?"
Then she laughed. "Do you want some pancakes or not?"
Carl smiled. "Yeah, please."
"Did you not get enough sleep last night?"
"Yeah, I think that's it... I dunno. I just kind of blanked."
Melissa laughed. Goddamn, he thought. She has such a cute laugh. They ate with most of the conversation going on between Melissa and Lois. Carl was just trying to keep his mind off of his daughter. He ate on in silence, separated from their world, trying to think of anything to get his mind on something else. Then he heard it.
"-so you two will be fine I imagine. Your father's not the worst cook in the world or anything."
He shrugged when they looked in his direction, acting as though he'd followed the conversation.
"Nah," Melissa said, reaching over and hugging Carl. "We'll be fine."
His lust didn't show in his face, but Carl felt himself growing hard. His daughter was giving him a chubby. His
daughter
. He wanted to fuck her, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed. He calmly resumed eating, waiting either for them to finish or for his hard on to leave.
Finally they both got up and continued their conversation into the living room, and he got up and briskly walked over to the bathroom. Locking the door behind himself, he pulled his cock out of his pants and dropped to his knees. feverishly stroking himself. It wasn't until he was finished that he wondered if they'd noticed how quiet he had been. Maybe they'd write it up to him not getting enough sleep. Like his little "daydream". Not only that, he was going to be alone with Melissa tonight. He went into a room downstairs, where he kept all his music. He needed something to relax with. He looked through his immense library and found Massive Attack. He put it on and sat in his chair in there. After the fifth track of the second cd he dozed off.
Then he saw Melissa leaning up against the wall, wearing a lacy black bra and panties. "Hey, daddy."
