In the early hours of a beautifully cold October night, where bright yellow forest leaves and pine needles held onto fresh snowfall, my daughter, Holly Marie had entered my bedroom and plopped onto the bed.
Newly eighteen and developing faster than a racy, sexy Polaroid picture, she was less than a year away from her high school graduation. She was, undoubtedly, the smallest girl in her senior class--her small stature was most likely why I had always, naturally, babied her. She had, at one point in time, informed me that, while, last year she had been voted 'cutest while keeping it classy' at her junior prom, this year the yearbook committee's poll had voted her 'hottest in class' and said she was a 'shoo-in for prom queen'. She now had curves in all the right places, red highlights in her flowing, partially curled brown hair, the slightest dimples when she'd smile, full lips, and the most adorable slightly concave nose.
My room's comfortably dim light and extra-large picture windows gave me a great view of Roosevelt Forest in the late afternoon, with the trees at a dead calm and the dense snow of fat flakes still falling, despite starting hours ago.
"It's pretty outside," Holly said, turning her body against the exposed sheets and stretching.
"It's pretty in here," I said, examining her choice of pj's, an all-white, extra thin and ripped Tony's Pub 5K marathon t-shirt that she had overly tightened around her form using a simple cinch clip; it, now, looked like a cute little dress, hiking itself around, while exposing, her upper and inner thighs, and sucking itself against her ass, hips, tight tummy and perky rounded breasts with every move she made. With no bra underneath, her hard nipples and puffy areolas were on full display.
"You're cheesy," she smiled, "but thank you."
"Did you brush your teeth?" I asked, watching her twirl one of the long curls of caramel brown hair that, this night, dangled down the side of her face and over the perfect complexion of her rosy right cheek near her pink lip-glossed lips.
"Yes," she said, then crawled on eager hands and knees across the bedspread to me. I pulled her in as she burrowed her body into my left side. She smelled of her intoxicating lavender body wash.
"Very pretty, Baby," I said, only looking at her.
She'd gotten most of her looks from her beautiful mother, my ex, but that cute little pug nose and those big striking eyes ... all me.
As I lay holding her, my fingers moved across the extra-thin cotton of her newly formed dress. Through the strategically ripped fabric, her skin, showing from beneath slits like a soft light at which I couldn't help but squint--the tears in fabric rising from her navel to her ribs to the upper-most slit, positioned right below her left breast, and at this angle, from her body's alignment and her arms raised just enough ... I caught more than a glimpse of her plump and weighty under-boob.
I examined her pretty face as I raised her chin; those gorgeous brown eyes found mine.
"Breathe," I said and opened my mouth near her own.
Her lips raised to mine, mere inches away, and I felt her hot breath push into my mouth; I tasted the tangy spearmint nip of her toothpaste, combined with her peaches & cream-flavored gloss, the former confirming that she had brushed her teeth. "Good girl," I said, feeling my cock shift and fill, expanding and lifting between my legs. The innocent, yet, oddly erotic act put a churn in my stomach and a slight tremor through my hands; it was as if all the blood had drained from my face and gone straight to my cock.
I disrupted Holly a moment, lifting my shoulders off my pillows and rising, arching my upper body to remove my shirt. I tossed it. This was usually her cue to head off to her bed. I desperately needed the alone time ... and after a 48-hour on-call shift at work ... sleep.
I relaxed back into the mattress and when I did, Holly's body came with me. I felt her hand slide up and over my abs, across my chest where her fingers came to rest near my collarbones. This was not entirely unusual; she'd always been a touchy-feely girl and we'd always had a close relationship. I'd never kissed her on the lips or anything like that, but her hands had a way of finding her daddy's muscles. It was harmless and cute and even flattering, and I loved her for it.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah, Baby?" I already knew what was coming.
"Can I sleep in here tonight? The snow is so calming."
"You have snow outside your bedroom windows, too, Baby."
"Yeah, but, you have the big windows," she said.
"You know, you're getting close to the next phase of your life, Holly. Graduation's going to be here before you know it and at some point, you're going to need to be more independent." This wasn't our first go at this conversation. "It's one thing for a girl who's scared of the dark to sleep in her daddy's bed, but you're going to go off to college in a year or so, Baby."
