The thunder boomed and shook the bedroom. Amanda's hazel eyes popped open from a dead sleep.
She hated storms. The sound of the rain hit her window and she lifted her head just in time for the lightning to dance across the sky. She was terrified of storms.
It was kind of hard to believe how an 18 year old girl, who just graduated from Highschool last week would be terrified of something such as that, but she was.
Her room was located on the second floor of the house, and since her older brother and sister were gone and had moved out, she was the only one up there.
Her father's room was on the first floor next to the den. It had been the two of them for about 4 years now. Amanda's Mom left when she was 14 to be with a much younger guy she met at work. Her father, Terry tried to keep it from her and said her mother was just on vacation.
She soon found out the truth though when her mother started mailing her postcards with a picture of her and a guy around her age now. Amanda stretched slightly in bed and tried to shut her eyes again.
But the sound of the booming thunder again made her jump almost out of her skin. She looked over at the clock, 3am. Her father should be home now as he usually works late.
She waited till the thunder had stopped and got out of bed. She was wearing a blue tank top with matching boy short undies. Amanda never thought of herself as a looker.
She had only one steady boyfriend throughout school and he recently broke it off with her since he was going away for college.
He wanted to experience the college women he said. Amanda shook that image out of her head. She was 5 ft 7, 150lbs. She had milky white skin, dark blondish hair, and piercing hazel eyes.
Her breasts were somewhere between a D and DD and rarely went unnoticed. She didn't try to attract attention and usually concealed them while out. When she was at home in her room she didn't mind wearing things more revealing.
She threw the covers off and headed down stairs for her father's room. It wasn't unusually for her to go in there when it stormed or sometimes just to cuddle. Even at 18 she still loved to do it.
Her and her father were so close. The door to his room was ajar and Amanda could see her father was awake. She tapped lightly on the outside of the door.
"Daddy are you awake? It is storming outside pretty bad, can I come in here and cuddle with you?" Terry laid half laying half propped up on a pillow. He knew his daughter would be in soon as soon as he heard the rain.
He loved that she still loved to cuddle with him in bed. He held up the covers. "Of course babygirl. You better get under here before you get a cold wearing that."
Amanda giggled and bolted for the bed. She climbed under the down comforter and was greeted by her father's warmth. He was wearing just a pair or shorts, which Amanda loved. She loved to put her head on his chest and run her hand down the length of it.
His greying chest hair entangled her fingers and she loved the feel of it. He put an arm around her side and kissed the top of her head.
"Thank you Daddy for letting me come in here." Amanda put a leg over her father's. "Anytime baby, I love cuddling with you." He stroked her hair softly and ran his down down the bare part of her back.
"I knew you would be in here soon so I waited for you to come down." She looked up at him lovingly and gently kissed his cheek.
The sound of thunder shook the room and lightning danced across the sky again. Amanda squeezed her father tightly and closed her eyes. Terry tried to sooth her by rubbing her hair and back still.
They both felt a big boom and the power go out. Terry mumbled a curse word under his breath. It was in the 30s outside and hoped the power wouldn't stay off for long.
The house was always drafty, and didn't take long to get cold. "What do we do now Daddy?" Amanda's voice wavered a little, unsure of what to do next. It was pitch black in the room.
"We wait babygirl, and try to stay warm."
Terry pulled the blanket higher on both of them. They both laid down all the way and Terry positioned Amanda so her back was to him.
He was trying to wrap the blanket tightly around them, with it being dark as it was, it was hard to feel where things were.
He went to tuck the blanket under his daughter's front and accidently grabbed boob. Now, it wasn't the first time during the cuddling sessions that there would be an accidently touch or brushing, but this was the first time his whole hand cupped it. It was firm and the nipple was hard.
He shook that idea out of his head and went back to the task at hand. Amanda didn't know how to respond. She knew it was an accident, but it felt good feeling her father's hand on her breast.
She was already cold but didn't want her father to know. She wrapped her arms around her self and tried to contain her shivering. She snuggled close. Terry placed an arm around her waist and instantly felt the chill from her.
He knew his daughter was cold natured and it didn't take her long to get cold. He just hoped it wouldn't be this soon. Her tanktop was freezing.
He contemplated the options they had. It didn't seem like the storm was letting up at all, and there was no telling when the power would come back on. He enhaled sharply.
"Baby your freezing." Amanda let go and started to shiver.
