The next day, Warren woke up feeling confused and uncertain. When did Eva become such a sexual being? When had she started fantasizing about him? What did this all mean? Did his baby girl really want him to fuck her? Did he want to fuck her? Had she seen him in the doorway? Hesitant and unsure, he slowly walked into the kitchen, uncertain what to expect. However, Eva was acting normally, as if she hadn't been calling his name over and over again as she masturbated and creamed her little pink pussy last night. Relieved that she probably hadn't caught him, Warren also set about pretending like last night had never happened.
Eva felt amazingly naughty and full of energy. Since masturbating with her daddy last night, her needy little cunny had been on fire. She had been in a constant state of arousal well into the morning, and again from the moment she woke up. Her pussy gushed with her sweet, honeyed cream, dampening the front of her white thong as she walked around the kitchen in the over-sized T-shirt she threw on this morning. She wondered if her daddy could also hear her pussy making soft, squelching noises as she walked.
"Morning, dad! Want a bowl for some cereal?"
"Sure, thanks honey."
Leaning up into the cupboard to reach the shelf with the bowls, Eva made sure to push her bum out towards Warren. She knew her shirt would ride up as she got the bowl, and she wanted her assets to be on their best display. Grabbing a box of cereal, Warren almost stumbled as Eva's luminous and luscious ass came into full view. Before he could recover, Eva turned around bowl in hand, and passed it to him with a sweet smile on her lips.
"Thanks honey," he muttered again, quickly sitting at the table to hide his growing hard-on.
The rest of the day went by fairly uneventfully, as Eva decided it was probably time to back off a bit and hopefully her dad would stew a bit in his lust. So she went out with her friends, and was away late into the night. Lying on her bed after she got home, Eva bit her lip as she thought about what she could do next. Her mom wouldn't be away forever, and Eva knew her window of opportunity was slowly shrinking. Forehead scrunched deep in thought, Eva almost jumped out of her skin when a flash of light briefly illuminated her window, quickly followed by a loud boom of thunder crashing through the house and reverberating the walls.
"Perfect!" Eva thought. She had always been scared of thunderstorms and often spent them cuddled between her mom and dad, hands over her ears. Both frightened and turned on, she scampered to her parents' room in her sleep shirt and thong, and wiggled underneath the covers.