It was very late when the thunderstorm rolled in. I for the better part of the night had been up watching some porn. A bright flash filled the room followed by a loud crack that shook the house. My 18 year old daughter's feet scampered across the hall and burst through the door and lunged into the bed. I abruptly turned the tv off.
"Daddy can I sleep with you?" Emma asked.
Her sweet young face was screwed up in frightened frown.
"Sure baby. Of course." I said.
Another bolt of lightning and she was under the covers curling herself around my waist. I swallowed hard, hoping that she wouldn't notice it. Her arm touched my cock, slightly grazed it but I was still dripping with precum. She lifted the covers and tilted her head as if looking at something she'd never seen before. She was an intelligent girl and at her age she had seen videos online and talked with her friends about it. She just stared at it for a long time until she looked up at me with her sweet blue eyes.
"Does it hurt daddy?" She asked.
"No. Daddy's alright."
I put the covers back down and she rolled to face away from me. A part of me was curious as to what she might do with it but I let the thought pass.
"Will you hold me daddy?" She asked.
I moved in close and wrapped my arms around her and positioned my swollen cock so it laid on the outside of her nightgown. She fell asleep moments later.
Another week passed by before another heavy thunder storm rolled in. As before Emma lunged into my bed and curled up with me. I was prepared this time and I had on some boxers and was watching the National Geographic channel. Something about sharks. Emma wrapped her arms around me and her hand rested just above my belly button. My cock twitched and I forced the sensation down but still grew. I tried focusing on the tv, "the sharks. Think of the sharks" I told myself but that faded when I realized Emma's hand was drifting. Ever so slowly it was drifting, downwards and over my boxers and she found my growing hardness.
"Is it always hard daddy?" She asked innocently.
"Not always." I replied.
"How come it's hard now?" She asked.
A moment of panic, curiosity and adrenaline rushed through me.
"Because your touching it baby." I said. She didn't reply and I wondered what she was thinking. She kept her hand there and after a while I realized she had fallen to sleep holding my cock in her hand.
The next day went by like any other and there weren't going to be any storms for another week or so. I turned on my porn and leaned back, threw my boxers in the hamper and relaxed. My relaxation lasted a full twenty minutes before my door creaked open and Emma walked in. I took the remote, turned the tv off and pulled the covers up. My daughter walked in and crawled into bed and snuggled up next to me without a single word. Her hand went to my cock again, though this time she was looking up at me never leaving my eyes. Her eyes studied my face looking for something, though I wasn't sure what. Her hand touched my cock and rested there.
"Daddy? Do you like it when I touch you there?" She asked.
It did feel good there was no lie, but my daughter, it was my daughter. Should it feel good? She squeezed my cock and I groaned.
