That gentle little knock at my bedroom door always made me smile. I watched the handle turn, and then waited for Sophie to poke her head through.
It was a pretty regular occurrence these days, and I was just so thankful she kept wanting to come in for her morning snuggle as she'd gotten older. Some of my close male friends had been hurt when their daughters had dialled back the affection with them as they'd blossomed through their teens. But for some reason, Sophie never pulled back.
I can't put my finger on why, and to be honest, I don't really care.
Sophie alternated between my ex-wife and I, living a week with me and a week with her. The arrangement suited us all well, considering. Sophie had actually spent more of her life living like that, than she had in our so called happy family ten years ago. Regardless, she had my undivided attention when it was my week, and I made it my mission in life to make sure she felt special.
"Morning, Daddy," she breathed. Her mop of chocolate brown hair splashed around her face, framing that adorable, hopeful smile. "Can I come in for a snuggle?"
"Of course you can, Sweetie."
Her smile beamed brighter, if that was possible. She slipped through the door, closing it gently behind her, and coming fully into view.
As always, she wore a tight, white t-shirt, with a faded print of Marvin the Martian on the front. Marvin's face was distorted around her right breast, making him look like he was winking at me. The muzzle of his ray gun similarly flared on the stretched fabric on her left. And the bottom of her shirt had long since lost the battle of trying to reach her waist.
I'd bought that t-shirt for her about five years earlier, to wear outside in the regular rotation. but now that she was eighteen, Marvin was demoted to strictly sleepwear only.
And my god, he did a fantastic job.
Past her belly button, pale pink, cotton panties hugged the beautiful curve of her hips, and dipped down sweetly between her slender legs. I kept my eyes moving down though, so as to not let her catch me staring.
"Love the socks," I smiled.
"I'm a little cold."
I smirked to myself, noticing that her nipples confirmed her story, as Sophie padded across the carpet towards me.
I lifted up the doona for her as she arrived at the side of the bed, and she slipped effortlessly under the covers. I loved that contented little sound she made when she was safely tucked in. Every time.
"Hey," she whispered, her big, brown eyes twinkling.
"Hey."
Then she rolled over on top of me, as she always does, wriggling into position for the best cuddle. She always made a mess of it, with countless adjustments, as she squirmed and grunted, until she was comfortable.
"Morning, Daddy."
"Morning, Sweetheart," I smiled up at her. "You all set there?"
Sophie slithered on top of me to check. Her torso rolled one way with a twist of her shoulders, while her hips rolled the other. I could feel the softness of her breasts mashing against my bare chest, and the pressure of her pubic bone grinding against my hips, as she swivelled back and forth.
"That'll do for now," she announced, still swaying ever so slightly.
She planted a soft kiss on my lips, made another of her little noises, and then burrowed her head in next to mine. It always went like that, often with a pouty demand that I hold her tighter. That morning was no exception.
I found it hard not to lose myself, holding her tightly to me. I had one arm wrapped around the small of her back where Marvin had ridden up, trying to imprint the warmth of her smooth skin in my permanent memory. My other arm was higher, the crook of my elbow hooked in under her rib cage, and my hand pressed firmly into the taught muscles between her shoulder blades.
I loosened my grip slightly to let my hands wander. I let my lower palm creep up, managing to keep it between Marvin and her flawless skin. My other hand caressed down to her side, savouring her curves as they flared into her hips.
"Hold me tighter, Daddy." She then began another series of wiggles, which drove me crazy.
"I'm sorry," I laughed, pressing my hands more firmly into the soft flesh near her hip.
"Tighter," she moaned.
As I locked my arms around her, my left hand slid up under her shirt to the opposite side of her ribs. And my right slid across the waistband of her panties, enjoying the softness of the top of her ass, before locking my fingertips around her hip.
"That's better." She craned her head up and smiled at me. "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Sweetie."
Sophie's eyes welled slightly as she lowered her face to mine for another soft kiss.
More wiggling, smiles and delicate, little kisses accompanied our early morning conversation about nothing in particular. It was our regular routine, and I loved it. Especially as that was the extended weekend version.
Something else that was becoming all too common was the arrival of her giggle.
"What?" I already knew, of course, but I loved to hear her say it.
She stared into my eyes, her own sparkling with triumphant discovery, "You have a boner, Daddy."
"I know, Sweetie. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Daddy," she smiled, continuing on with her story. She'd heard my explanation of it having a mind of its own a number of times before, and she happily accepted it.
One story led into another, and as her excitement over one particular description rose, her animated movement on top of me increased. The pressure of her soft stomach and pubic bone, as it ground into my aching cock, was an absolute distraction. When I did manage to concentrate, I found my hands all over my daughter's hips and the small of her back, flirting dangerously with the waistband of her panties.
I couldn't fucking take it anymore.
"What are you doing there, my little wiggly worm?" I began to tickle her, digging my fingers into her ribs, in a hopeless attempt to relieve my tension.
