It was hot and dark, and I'd let the covers fall off my curvy body because I was too hot underneath them.
It wasn't long before I hear it -- the small creak of the door which told me it was slowly opening and the quiet bend of the floorboards as someone made their way over to my bed. Feigning sleep, I wandered who it was; mum never usually came in to my room at night, and my brother was already out with his friends, so it could only be --
"Mm fuck sweetie, I wish you were awake right now." My daddy crooned from above me. I smelt his musk as he hovered close to my head, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body. The covers lifted off my legs and felt the mattress dip as he slid in to bed behind me. Ever since I'd turned eighteen, my daddy seemed far more interested in me than before. Lingering touches here, straying gazes there; I knew it was wrong, but couldn't bring myself to say anything.
His hand rested on my hip and, before I could move or say anything, he'd pulled me back in to his body. Fuck! He was so warm, and something hard was rubbing against my ass. I was so hot that night that I'd only put on my skimpy silk shorts under an oversized t-shirt -- slowly, ever so slowly, I felt my daddy's hand run down my hip and rest on my shorts. Maybe if I spoke up now he'd stop. I knew this was so wrong.
"Nggh." He groaned behind me as he tugged my shorts up. I could feel them now wedged between my ass cheeks. His hand slipped down over my hip and started cupping my now bare ass cheeks. He squeezed one, and then the other. What should I do? I pretended to move slightly to act like I was waking up and hoped that would scare him in to leaving. Groaning as he squeezed my ass, though, I don't think he got the right impression.
"Baby? You waking up? Mm- you were such a good girl tonight."
"Da-daddy?" I pretended to be confused, all the while trying to curl in on myself.
"Yes baby, daddy's got a reward for you being such a good girl tonight, cleaning up after dinner, making daddy a coffee. You're turning in to a really good girl, y'know that?"
He shifted closer, over my neck, and I felt his hot breath fanning over my collar giving me goose bumps.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" I giggled at the feeling, placing my hand on his over my hip to try and push it away.
"Don't you want daddy's gift, baby? You've been so good, I've been dying to give it to you all night," he whispered, gripping my hip harder with his one hand and sliding the other under my body to wrap around my middle and hold my body against his. Mummy had given me 'the talk' when I'd turned eighteen but I'd barely listened- I think what was rubbing against my ass had something to do with it though.
"Daddy, please, this is wrong!" I tried to tell him, but he only rutted against me insistently.
"Shhh baby, I know you're going to enjoy this, just let daddy help you out, okay?" I tuned in to the bed, trying to squirm away, but he rolled so one leg was thrown over me. The hard length against my ass was so big, rubbing against me so smoothly, that I was getting worried. As quickly as he had begun, daddy slipped off of me and turned me to face him. he straddled me and started rubbing against me more slowly.
"Mm darling, I know this is a surprise for you, but don't you want to help daddy out?" He whispered, leaning down to kiss my neck. I gasped, arching up in to him and hating myself for it.