-Completely fictional-
Gwen
My heart thumps the whole way through making dinner. I can't focus with Dad staring at me; I feel his eyes as he hands me the diced tomatoes. Brooke is coloring at the kitchen table, oblivious to the growing tension in the room. I'm practically choking on it. My skin feels extra sensitive, the heat from the stove makes me start to sweat.
"Gwen, is it almost ready?" Dad asks, brushing his hand against my shoulder. I have to stop myself from jumping away from him. He looks at me in concern, but I just smile. I can tell that he thinks I'm upset about what happened, his face drawing closed and pulling his hand away. I don't know how to tell him that's not the case, that I very much enjoyed it. My emotions are very conflicting; I'm torn between wanting to keep my distance and telling him to fuck me over the kitchen island. I'm not a virgin, but it's definitely not like I've been dicked down a lot. I let out a shaky breath and take the pan off the stove, draining the grease from the hamburger and mix in the spices. Dad grabs a bowl and dumps the meat into it, heading to the table. Brooke squeals with happiness. Tacos are her favorite. Dad smiles down at her and places a tortilla on her plate. Dinner passes pretty quickly and soon its time to put Brooke to bed. She begs for Dad to tuck her in and I head to my room to grab my clothes for a quick shower.
I rummage through my clothes, grabbing a loose shirt and black panties. As I head to the shower, I hear Dad reading a bedtime story to Brooke. He is such a good Dad. Its hard for me to feel anything but resentment for my mother in times like this. She left a beautiful family behind, with no thoughts to our feelings or anything. I stand by Brooke's door and listen for a minute, smiling to myself as I listen to Dad act out the voices for the book he's reading. My heart swells and I head to the shower before I start to tear up. Under the spray of the shower, I relish in the warm water running against my body. My skin is still really sensitive and I almost moan out loud as I run my wash cloth over my breasts. My nipples are peaked, tight and rosy from the combined effect of the warm water and my growing arousal. On a whim a couple years ago, I got my nipples pierced and the warm metal causes a pleasure-pain feeling as my nipples swell. I haven't rubbed one out in a few weeks, which would explain why my body was going haywire. I slip my fingers down to the top of my pussy and gently circle my clit with my fingers before rubbing the small nub. I bite back a moan; I don't want to be too loud because the bathroom is right next to Brooke's room.
I slide my other hand down and push two fingers inside my pussy and slowly start to fuck myself with my own hands. It isn't enough, so I remove the shower head from the hook and change the setting. Spreading my legs, I put one on the side of the tub as I aim the shower head towards my clit. My head falls back against the cool shower wall as pure pleasure spears through my body. I continue moving my hips against the shower head, still finger-fucking myself. Images of my Dad flit through my mind and my arousal shoots through the roof. I imagine him running his big hands through my hair, pulling at the ends and kissing my neck. In my mind, he tugs me against him and I wrap my legs around him as he slides his dick into me, pinning me against the wall. I almost collapse in the shower as the best orgasm rips through my body. I don't care that I basically screamed my Dad's name as I finished myself off. I let the water run over me for a few more minutes before I step out of the shower. I dry myself off and slide into my panties and shirt. I hear the door to Brooke's room close as I start to brush my teeth. I can hear Dad rummaging around through the kitchen, probably grabbing a beer. I finish and step out into the hallway. I'm almost to my room when I hear my dad say my name.
"Gwen, do you wanna watch a movie with me?" Dad asks. I debate it and I can feel my cheeks heat as I think about the shower incident.
"Sure, Dad. Let me grab a blanket." I hurry to my room and grab the small throw off my computer chair and return to the living room. He makes room for me on the couch and I sit down beside him, snuggling into my spot. Seating arrangements are scarse in our house. My parents had picked out a new couch and chair set when we moved into this place, but no one used the chair because it used to be Mom's spot. She would read her romance books right next to the large fireplace. Most of the time, it was just piled with junk to avoid any awkwardness. I usually didn't mind sitting with him on the couch, but I was acutely aware of his presence. His tall frame seemed to take up all the space on the couch, his cologne filling the space between us and intoxicating me with its slightly sweaty undertones. He catches me staring at him and smiles sweetly at me.
"Its your favorite," he says with a nod to the tv, "I know how much you love scary movies." In all honesty, I barely noticed that he was even putting anything on the tv. When I looked over, I saw a familiar horror image depicted on the screen. One thing my dad and I had in common was a shared love of all things gory and scary, the bloodier, the better. I smile back at him and reach over to turn the lamp off.
As the movie starts, I feel my dad stretch out along the couch. His hand brushes the back of my neck and I lean my head back into it as his thumb lightly rubs the sensitive skin behind my ear. Goosebumps spread over my skin and I pull the blanket closer to my body as I place my feet onto his lap. He absently rubs my foot as we both keep our eyes on the movie. Its one we have watched a million times, so I find it easy to tune out as I concentrate on his fingers running along the arch of my left foot. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. I stand all day for my job and its a hell on my feet. He starts to rub my other foot. I'm openly looking at him, running my tongue against my lips. He keeps his eyes locked on the screen, but gently pulls my leg down to start to massage my calf. I change positions on the couch so that he has better access to my legs and I close my eyes. I feel his dick start to harden against the loose shorts he put on after his shower. Dad's hands drift higher, slowly rubbing up to my inner thigh and back down. I spread my legs a little and I moan quietly when his large fingers rub against the edge of my panties.