You woke me up and said that you had a nightmare and wanted to sleep in my bed. "I think 18 years is getting a little old for that, Kerri" I said.
"Pleeeeease, daddy?" you begged.
So I let you get in bed with me. (I sleep with only jockey shorts on. You had on a loose T-shirt and no panties, with your hair in ponytails, of course.) First you pushed up against me like you wanted to spoon, but you kept rubbing your ass against my crotch, which was making me hard. I told you to stop.
"Why, daddy?"
"It's ... it's just not approrpriate, sweetie." So I made you lie beside me, but I put my arm around you. You started to rub my hairy chest. Soon you were expertly fingering my nipples. "Sweetie, knock it off!" I said, sounding a little angry.
"But whyyyy?"
"It makes daddy want to do things to you that he shouldn't want to do."
"Oh, that sounds like fun, daddy!"
"No, you don't understand. Now go to sleep, Kerri." But then you started to rubbing my hard cock through my shorts. I groaned and started to push my crotch against your hand.
"Does this feel good, daddy?"
"Yes, oh god yes. But you have to stop. Stop it," I pleaded.
"What is this called, daddy," you asked ingenuously.
"It's called a 'penis.' It has naughty names too."
"Like what?" you asked brightly, still rubbing my cock and balls. "Teach me some of the naughty names."
"No, Kerri. You're too young for this And you're my daughter. But if you keep doing that you'll make daddy do all kinds of things to you. Daddy won't be able to help himself." In response you started rubbing harder and faster.