He heard his 18 year old but still very innocent daughter creep into his room, seeking the comfort and warmth of his bed again. So he rolled over a bit closer to his sleeping wife to make room, while pretending to remain asleep. In a second or two, he felt her tiny body slip under the covers next to him and snuggle close. After a few minutes of laying there, he felt her fingers exploring his back, idly stroking his skin as she so often did when they lay close together. Still feigning sleep, he rolled over again to lay on his back next to her. In response, she shifted closer, now resting her face on his arm as her right hand lay on his right arm. He could feel the warmth and softness of her warm body against his arm and felt himself stir deep inside.
She smiled as he turned towards her, knowing he liked to have her touch him and loving the way his skin felt to her touch. It was all so exciting and new. As he lay beside her, she let her fingers trail up and down his arm, feeling the thick hair of his forearm give way to the thick smoothness of his bicep then down again to the hard expanse of his hand. She looked up as his sleeping face with wide innocent eyes, gazing at her Daddy's handsome face with open love and adoration. She lifted her hand to his bare chest, running her fingers through the curly hair there. As her fingers slipped thru that pectoral forest, she could feel his breathing change under her palm. For a second, she glanced over at her sleeping mother, softly snoring under the influence of the sleeping pills and painkillers she had grown addicted to, leaving her just short of comatose.
With each stroke of her tiny fingers against his chest, he felt himself tighten deep inside. He knew he should just roll over....but he could not. Instead, he lifted his arm as if shifting position and curled it around her shoulder. The act brought her red-haired head to his shoulder, close enough that he could feel her breath on his skin. Absently, his fingers stroked the small of her back and she pressed her body fully again him now. His mind raced at the possibilities, remembering how she always explored his body while he slept, vividly remembering where she explored the last time.
She glanced up at his face again as her fingers brushed through his chest hair, watching his breathing as she let her fingers slip a little lower. Then lower again. Finally, dipping under the covers to stroke his soft belly skin. She let out a sigh and snuggled a bit closer, feeling his fingers moving against her back, wondering what he was dreaming about. Eyes wide with daring, she stared at him intently as she slid her hand even lower, until her fingers touched the edge of his underwear. And finding a hard bulge straining at the waistband there.
He forced his body to lay still as the electric shock of her touching him speared through his consciousness, driving out all other thought. Then she stroked along the waistband again and again, each time slowing at the right time to let her fingers curl and caress the tip of his length, still lying trapped within his shorts. The cotton nightgown she wearing was old and worn, nearly as thin as her panties, and he could feel the heat of her body against his flesh.
Carefully, she lifted the sheet that draped his body and folded in back on top of his legs, moving her head a bit down his chest as she did so. Her hand stopped sliding along his belly now and lightly traced the length of the bulge before her. She could feel it hot and trembling under the cloth, just like it had last time. But this time, she wanted to see. With tiny fingertips, she picked up the elastic waistband of his underwear and lifted a bit. Suddenly released, the column of flesh sprung clear and she almost gasped in surprise. There, in front of her eyes, was the long, thick column of Daddy's thing. Only so big. The thing had a big purple knob on the end, sort of like a funny helmet and the rest of it was all hard and soft at the same time, with big veins like Daddy's arms.
He jerked in shock as she lifted his underwear, even managed to think about turning away, but only managed to caress her back a bit lower. He felt her head lift and turn and he muttered something as if he were dreaming while casting a furtive peek at his wife to make certain she was not rousing. As if anything could wake her. In a second, he could feel his daughter's thick tousled hair back against his belly as she laid down to face his cock. A second later, it was her hand slipping under his underwear to wrap her tiny fingers around his meat. He barely managed to keep from groaning and never realized his hand drifted down to her butt.
She felt him, both the suppressed groan and his broad hand now cupping her little ass. Another time, she would giggle at the thought of her conquest, but now she was all wide-eyed amazement. Slowly she squeezed his shift and let the skin slip up and down the hardness beneath it. Then she let go to trace a circle around the big helmety thing, looking right at the little slit where his pee must come from. It was all so amazing. Here she was, playing with her Daddy's thing, right in her hand while his hand was squeezing her bottom and rubbing her back. She put her hand back on his shaft and curled his finger around it, not even close to being big enough to go all the way around.
He gave up all pretense of resistance and reached down with his left hand, placing it over her right hand and squeezing his shaft with her fingers. He felt her flinch, but not draw away. Then he began to stroke his meat, using his hand over his daughters, her skin against his, knowing she was watching every move. He stroked it up and down, faster a bit each time until he would slow down and squeeze it a bit harder. All the while his right hand circled between her back and her butt, each circle lifting her nightgown a bit higher.
