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.
"Fuck. Oh, fuck," I grunted.
You giggled girlishly. "'Fuck'? That sounds funny. What does 'fuck' mean?"
"This," I said, and I pulled you on top of me. I could feel your wet, open pussy lips against my cock, even through my shorts. "Now rub against daddy. That's it." I reached under your T-shirt and frantically rubbed your soft young ass. I could hear you breathing faster.
"Oh shit," I moaned, you're so bad for making me do this to you."
"Is this fucking, daddy?" you panted. "I like fucking. It makes my little pussy feel so good."
I weakly tried to push you off me. "Get off! Stop being a slut! You're a bad girl if you don't get off daddy."
But you resist. In a petulant, little-girl tone, you say, "No, daddy! I like this! I don't care if I'm being a bad girl. You have to give it to me! But ... but ... I need something more. I don't know what it is. Push harder of something, daddy. I need you to push harder, I think."