I slept like the proverbial baby. Completely drained, I was dead to the world, solidly, until morning. I woke up after the best sleep of my life, refreshed and full of energy. My balls had a slight soreness to them, but other than that I felt like a million dollars.
The morning was the most cheerful I'd known in our house in months. I put coffee on and began making pancakes and bacon for breakfast -- something I did every other weekend or so. I had whipped cream and chocolate chips out along with the syrup, as well as some strawberries. It was kind of my specialty, and Marisa's favourite. She always loved my cooking, and I wanted to make her a special treat.
Karen got up with me, and was reading the paper as I cooked. She sipped her morning coffee contentedly. I heard the sound of the shower and knew that Marisa was now up. She most likely had smelled the cooking, and was cleaning up for breakfast.
It didn't take her long to finish showering, and as she dried her hair, I put Karen's and my plates out and we started eating. I kept Marisa's warming in the oven until I heard the hair dryer stop, knowing that that signaled she would be down soon.
I was treated to a bit of a surprise, as Marisa came bounding into the kitchen, she was still wearing her nightshirt. It was a long T-shirt with Van Gogh's "Starry Night" printed on it, that she had worn as pyjamas for the last year or so. She didn't often come down in her nightshirt much any more, and usually not after she had taken a shower. Marisa was grinning ear to ear as she ran over to give me a huge hug. "Good morning, Daddy!" she sang and planted a wet kiss on my cheek. "Good morning, Auntie!" she said to my sister as she gave her a big hug too.
"Well, good morning yourself, there, sunbeam!" replied Karen. I just chuckled. "Someone must have had a good sleep!"
"I sure did!" exclaimed Marisa. "Maybe the best of my life! You two look well-rested too, huh? I sure hope you are, Daddy, after turning in so early!"
"Absolutely, Princess," I smiled back at her. "Great sleep!"
She sat down to eat, pouring syrup on her pancakes and taking up her knife and fork enthusiastically. "Did you have good dreams?" she asked me with a gleam in her eye, glancing ever-so-briefly over to my sister and then back. That cheeky thing! Oh, I knew what she was getting at. She was really being brazen about her ventures last night. She must have been excited. Naturally I pretended to have no knowledge of her seemingly private joke.
"I had some great dreams, sweetie!" I said with a warm smile. "Really great. You were in one of them!" I added with faux innocence, upping the ante. "I've never felt so good in the morning either, I feel super relaxed, and lots of energy. You?"
"Me too, great dreams, Daddy! The best. And I feel super, super great today!" Karen just chuckled and said nothing, eating her pancakes and flipping through the paper.
Karen quickly finished her breakfast and stated, "I'm gonna go and hop in the shower, ok? You got breakfast, I'll take care of dinner. See you two in a bit!"
"Ok, dear!" I responded, excited and terrified at the prospect of being alone with my daughter here in the kitchen.
Marisa didn't say much, but kept beaming brilliant smiles at me. I smiled back warmly whenever I could, sharing her joyous mood and enjoying the return of the happy, carefree girl I had been missing lately. I thought briefly about taking her in my arms, planting crushing kisses on her lips, caressing her budding boobies through her nightshirt, pressing up against her so she could feel my growing hardon... but I stopped.
You know what? I was happier than I had been in a long time. Marisa was all smiles, the atmosphere was warm and friendly. My cock had begun to awaken and stiffen, but I let my thoughts just drift back to a satisfied, fatherly place and relaxed. I wanted my beautiful daughter more than any woman in the world, but I also resolved myself to make this special, to not rush or ruin anything, to make this as much of a romance as I could. I wanted her to be comfortable and happy, and not do anything dumb like Trevor and ruin it. Be cool, daddy, be cool...
Marisa was playful and cheeky throughout breakfast, and she kept making little inside jokes. If she only knew what I knew!!
"This is delicious Daddy!" she exclaimed. "But I think maybe everything you make is delicious. I just love the taste of everything you do..." Such cheek!
I pretended to not get her references and just take the compliments. She was so bold though! She was clearly feeling her oats and enjoying what she thought was she and her auntie's naughty secret. She was wearing the earrings I'd bought her this morning too. We laughed and smiled through breakfast, then I got up and started clearing the table.
"Let me help you with that Daddy!" gushed Marisa. She assisted me with a quick clean in the kitchen. She surprised me again with her brazenness as she made a show of looking for a place for the whipped cream. "Where does this go again, Daddy?" she asked me as she bent down to pretend to try to find a spot on the lowest shelf in the door. She was bent straight down so her nightshirt rode up almost completely exposed her young tight ass to me. I could see her blue cotton panties covering her mound... I had to fight the urge to bound over and start grinding up against her from behind or bite into her ripe, luscious cheeks. I also struggled to keep my erection under control. As much as I wanted to take her and make her a woman right there on the kitchen floor, I was also immensely enjoying her prancing and teasing like this, watching her flirt and show off. I now realized that Karen was right, so much of her behaviour had been strictly for my benefit; to entice and bewitch me, so Marisa could show her grown-up body off for me, her father. How had I been so blind?
I just laughed and said, over my shoulder, "It goes on the top shelf, silly! By where the ketchup and stuff is!" Oh my god, what a lovely sight though. Such a beautifully shaped ass, shapely, youthful thighs, lean calves, pretty feet... My cock was dying to spring to full erection.
"Oh, of course, Daddy, thank you! Sometimes I am so silly!" she laughed, putting the can on the top shelf, where I'm sure she knew it went anyway. She then closed the refrigerator door and half-turned to look at me. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were hard points sticking through her nightshirt. She was so captivating, so beautiful!
I decided to tell her so. I couldn't imagine how many times over the last year or so she had clearly been displaying herself and strutting in front of me, and how many times I had been completely oblivious.
"You're such a smart, beautiful girl! So pretty!" I told her. "And you're silly in a good way. Every time you do something silly like that, I just love you more. Promise me you'll always be a bit silly for me, ok?"
"Ok, Daddy, I will!" she beamed at me, rushing forward to take me in another big hug. I picked her up and twirled her around as she laughed. My god, we were so happy! I had missed this so much. I resolved to give my wonderful daughter whatever she wanted from now on. Seeing her happy like this made my heart absolutely overflow with joy.
I held her close to me as I spun around savouring the sensation of her incredible, young, lithe body pressed up so willingly against me.
She kissed me twice on the cheek as I put her down. "I'm going to go upstairs and get dressed, ok Daddy? Thanks so much for breakfast, it was so yummy!"
"Anytime darling!" I smiled back. "Thanks for helping me clean up!"
She leapt and bounded up the stairs, and I had to fight the urge to whip out my dick and start yanking on it right then and there. I wanted her so bad!! But now that I knew she wanted me too, I felt confident and relaxed about it. I would romance and charm the socks off of her. Totally the opposite to Trevor, I would make her feel like the heroine in a romance novel, make her feel like the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world.
I finished up cleaning the kitchen and browsed through the newspaper. Soon Marisa came bounding back downstairs. The sight of her took my breath away. "Hi, Daddy, do you like my outfit?" she asked.
She had my earrings in, and was wearing a pair of black super skinny jeans with a black half-shirt on her top. It had some sparkly logo from a clothing store on it, and it barely covered her bra. Her perfect flat tummy was completely revealed, and her low-rider jeans can't have been very far north of her pubic patch. My first instinct was shock, that no way in hell was any daughter of mine going out in public like that, but then I thought better of it.
"Darling, you look like an absolute knock-out," I told her as she turned about for me. "I am stunned. You could model that outfit, it would sell millions!"
"Oh, Daddy, you say the sweetest things!" she gushed as she came in to hug me again. "I love you so much! Ok, I'm going to go over to Julie and Jamie's! Say goodbye to Auntie for me, I'll be back for dinner!"
"Ok, sweetie, you have a good time!" I kissed her on the cheek and she kissed me back and got up to go. I swatted her lightly on her right ass cheek, and she shrieked and giggled. "Don't be late!" I added jokingly, as if I used the spank I gave her to emphasize my words.
"I promise, Daddy!" she laughed. "Just don't spank me!!"
I chuckled and watched her grab her purse and open the door. She shot me one more dazzling smile and waved as she left. I smiled in return, amazed and proud at how truly sexy she looked. Wow.
I briefly wished I had gotten a photograph of her looking like that before she left. That way I could look at it while I pounded my prong. Fuck, her jeans had to be a half-inch, maybe an inch above her pubic hair! Oh, that perfect, smooth belly, dipping with the curve of her hip bones... God, just maddening!! A huge part of me was still offended that she was going out like that. But a new-formed part of me was proud. And horny. She was absolute dynamite, and guys would be looking at her, and wanting her, and getting hardons... Just like I was now. But she wanted me. She would dodge all those dicks and come home to masturbate dreaming about me.
