**Disclaimer: The characters in this story are over the age of eighteen, and are not real. Any likeness to anyone in the really real world is just coincidence. Thanks.**
It was early in the morning when Jamie woke up. There wasn't any reason to be awake, she just was. Slipping out of her bed, her slender frame clad only in an oversized t-shirt - one of her Daddy's shirts, in fact - she crept down the stairs, not wanting to disturb her parents. As she headed towards the kitchen, she heard the television in the den still on, playing quietly.
Curious, Jamie detoured to the den, peeking in. She saw her father laying on the oversized couch, watching a movie. Smiling, Jamie stepped into the room and went over to the couch to lay down with him, snuggling up close.
"Jamie? What are you doing awake, baby?" he asked, surprised as he shifted to make room for her, looking down at her.
Jamie shrugged and reached up to grab the quilt off the back of the couch, pulling it down to cover them both up as she snuggled in close against his broad chest, looking at the TV.
"Couldn't sleep." She yawned a bit and turned her head to look up at him, smiling some. "Can I lay here with you for a little while 'til I get sleepy again?"
Steven groaned inwardly as his daughter's young frame pressed tightly against his, closing his eyes for a moment. He let out a soft breath, nodding slightly to her. It was all right, she just wanted to cuddle, he could do that. Smiling again, Jamie shifted once more, settling in against him, her t-shirt tugging up somewhat as she squirmed herself into place.
Jamie was a beautiful girl with light brown hair, smooth, lightly-tanned skin, slender legs and hips, a tiny waist and full, perky breasts. Steven had only just recently realized what a beautiful woman his daughter was turning out to be, and it had been driving him to distraction, to the point that he'd taken to avoiding her as much as he could. He couldn't have the bad thoughts that had been plaguing him. This had hurt Jamie, and he knew it, but he didn't know what else to do. Tonight though, he couldn't turn her away. Not again. He'd have sent her away in tears and he couldn't bear to see her cry.
Jamie watched the movie that was on TV, sighing softly and contentedly as she cuddled close to her Daddy again. She loved the way that he smelled, and how strong he felt, it made her feel safe. She didn't understand why it was he'd been pushing her away so much lately, but it didn't matter now, because he was cuddling her just like he used to when she was a little girl.
On the TV, the movie moved into a pretty intense love scene, and Jamie watched with avid interest. She was pretty naive when it came to boys and the things they did with girls, even though she had heard some of the other girls at school talking about it. She shifted slightly when she felt that strange warmth stirring in her lower stomach, and licked her lips. Then she felt something else unusual, something hard pressing against her from behind. Oh yes, she knew what -that- was, but... was her Daddy supposed to do that? It didn't matter, it made the warmth in her belly grow more, and she bit down on her lip, keeping her eyes fixed on the television.