In Her Sleep

"Daddy, can I sleep in here?"

Greg's eyes opened slowly. It was late and it was storming, which could only mean one thing...

His daughter Emily stood in his bedroom doorway, her petite silhouette backlit by the bathroom light across the hall. As his eyes adjusted to the light he saw that she was wearing her favorite pajamas -- one of his old tees.

Greg sighed. She had just turned 18 and was getting too old for this. That, among other things, was a perfectly good reason to tell her no. He opened his mouth to tell her to go back to her bed.

"Sure, honey," he told her instead.

She darted across the room to slip under the covers and into his waiting arms. He normally wore a shirt when it stormed, knowing his daughter would want to be held and just a little self-conscious of his own increasing bulk. Working as a firefighter kept him strong, but age had begun to give him a bit of a paunch. But tonight he had been determined to tell her no, so he had gone to bed in his boxers.

Emily snuggled into him as he lay on his side, seemingly determined to get as close as physically possible. Her blonde curls were slipping from her messy bedtime bun as she burrowed, tickling his chin and chest.

"It's loud," she mumbled as another crack of thunder shook the house.

"It's okay, baby. You're safe."

She hummed contentedly against his chest, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Her cold little nose pressed against the base of his neck. "I feel safe, Daddy."

He held her as the storm raged on, the room occasionally illuminated with brilliant flashes of lightning. Emily remained relaxed in his arms for the most part, tensing only when the thunder sounded like it was directly overhead.

Greg focused on the soothing sounds of the rain, the sweet breath of his daughter against his chest. Sleep began to descend as their breathing synched and slowed.

Some time later, Greg slowly woke up again to his own heavy breathing and moaning. His cock was rock hard and rubbing against the softest, warmest little body-- he recoiled as he remembered his daughter's presence in his bed.

Emily was wrapped around him, still face-to-face, her slim leg draped over his hip. One arm circled his neck while the other hand rested over his heart, her fingers threaded through his greying chest hair. Her nightshirt had gathered to expose her panties and her belly.

Most alarmingly, her face was pressed into his shoulder, her breath coming shallow and fast as she rocked her little hips against him. He held still, mind reeling, trying to figure out the best way to detach himself and gently redirect her away.

He was hard, though, his erection raging and throbbing with every thrust of her hips. Ashamed, he swallowed a groan of pleasure and reached for her hips to stop his baby girl from acting out what was surely a dream or instinct that had taken over while she slept. He pressed his hand against her tight little bottom, stilling her movement.

It worked. He breathed a sigh of relief, trying to ignore the demand of his hard cock still trapped against the dainty swell of his daughter's mound and extending all the way up to her stomach.

Emily whined sleepily, her fingers tightening until her nails dug into his chest. His cock twitched in response as she tried to fight the firm hold of his restricting hand. Her thrusts were smaller now, little pulses of her pelvis against his swollen penis. Shame and fear receded as the pleasure of her inexperienced movements racked him.

My daughter, he thought wildly as he involuntarily pressed himself against her. My baby girl.

It felt like a fever dream, the pleasure of her tight body and sleepy voice and innocent touch pulling him into a vortex of dark and overwhelming pleasure. He was fully thrusting back now, the arm trapped beneath her neck outstretched, holding onto the pillow for dear life while his other hand held her ass. He began to squeeze and fondle her bottom, pulling her in tighter against his cock until the tip of him emerged from his boxers. He gasped at the heat of feeling the soft skin of her belly against his glans. She shuddered and whimpered in her sleep, her body tensing.

She was cumming. How is she asleep right now? he wondered beneath the ecstatic roar of his approaching climax. He couldn't have been less gentle than if he were actually inside her--

He came grunting into her hair, depositing an impressive amount of cum into the hot, soft press of her belly.

Inside her, he thought. Inside his daughter. His daughter who was cumming in her sleep against her daddy's cock. Oh holy fuck.

It was the most intense cum he'd ever had. His cock was still twitching when it was over, his breathing heavy, his body coated in a layer of sweat. His thoughts were racing, the shame and fear re-emerging. Your own daughter, they shouted. You just came on your daughter. In her sleep. You took advantage of your baby girl.

His hold on her loosened as the recriminations built to a roar inside his head. He gently moved his daughter's leg off of him, disentangled her little fingers from his chest hair, unwound her arm from his neck. He guided her onto her back, ignoring the way her slim thighs spread to reveal her white panties, the gusset sodden with her cream. He slowly reached for the tissues on his wife's nightstand and wiped Emily's belly clean of his cum.

When he was finished, he covered her with the blanket and tucked himself back into his boxers before rolling away to put some space between him and his sleeping daughter. It was a long time before his heart stopped racing, his mind struggling to grasp what just happened, what could have happened, what might happen if she or his wife ever found out.

His breathing was just starting to slow into sleep when Emily shifted behind him.

She rolled closer to him, close enough for her little breasts to press into his back. She snuggled against him with a contented sigh.

So innocent, he thought wretchedly. His little girl--

He froze at the feel of her lips against his shoulder.

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered sleepily.

Fuck.