"Shit!" Dan felt the pain shoot through his knee. On top of the pain, he had the embarrassment of knowing he had opened the front door and hit himself in the knee with it.
Stacy ran to the living room when she heard her dad. Seeing him limping she went to instant worry, "Dad, are you all right?"
Dan made his way to the sofa, "I'm fine, I'm just a klutz."
She sat down beside him, "Are you bleeding?"
"I'm fine, really."
"Look you old fart; I don't want to lose the only parent I have just because you're clumsy and stubborn." She started to raise the leg of his jeans.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to make sure you aren't bleeding." She couldn't get the leg of his jeans high enough and started undoing his belt.
"Stacy!"
"I can't get your clothes to cooperate, so take your pants off." She saw him start to object, "Dad, I'm pre-med and there are no surprises here, I want to make sure you're all right."
Dan knew he was defeated before the battle even started. He had never been able to win an argument of any kind with his wife and his daughter was just like her. Unbuckling his belt, he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down below his knees. His knee was bruised but that was all, "See I told you it's fine." The truth was it still hurt like hell and he reached down to rub it.
Maybe she was over protective, but where her dad was concerned she had no plans to change. "Let me do that." She sat next to him and gently started massaging his knee.
Dan had to admit, her fingers made his knee feel better. "Thanks, that does feel good."
Stacy heard him start chuckling. "What's so funny?"
"I'm sitting on the sofa with my pants pushed down and you're massaging my leg. I was just wondering what your mother would say if she saw us?"
Stacy smiled at the thought, "Mom would probably wonder why her husband was so clumsy." She kissed his neck, "And hope he wouldn't change."
"I love you too."
Stacy felt his arm come around her back and snuggled against him. Definitely being a daddy's girl, she and her dad had always been close. When her mom had died, she had easily taken over as the woman of the house.
Dan was becoming uncomfortable with his daughter being so close and innocently rubbing his leg. It was making his knee felt better, but it was also causing him to feel other things. Her fingers were so soft against his skin and he could feel himself getting hard. He was having conflicting emotions. It had been a long, long time since he had felt anything -- but this was his daughter. Part of him knew he should just stop her and cover himself. It would be embarrassing for them both but they could just laugh it off later. Yet, his cock was aching for any kind of attention.
As her mind wandered, thinking about her mom and how close all three of them had been, she had absently kept rubbing him. Feeling her dad fidget made her stop traveling down memory lane. Looking down she was shocked to see she had given her dad an erection. The head was pushing against his underwear and she couldn't take her eyes away.
Stacy had never thought about her dad in a sexual way. She hadn't even fantasized about it. It was too...it was too..., she couldn't think of what it was. Almost on its own, her hand was still rubbing his leg and all she had to do was extend one finger and she could touch his hard cock. She felt herself having trouble breathing. The feeling of power she got when making that happen always sent a charge through her. Her hand kept drifting near the bulge in his underwear.
Dan felt her fingers scrape across his cock even as he heard the front doorbell and he thought his mind would explode. He jumped up, pulled his jeans up and headed out of the room. "Want to get that?"
Also snapping out of it, Stacy couldn't believe what almost happened. She had accidently given her dad an erection, but she'd had every intension of touching it and there was nothing accidental about that. What had she been thinking?
Supper was very strange for both father and daughter. It was a meal eaten in silence with neither one being able to make eye contact with the other one. Stacy kept thinking about what had happened over and over. Her mind was filled with all kinds of why's and what if's.
It was the first time in her entire life that Dan was uncomfortable being near his daughter. "Stacy I..." Stacy finally looked at her dad's face and instantly burst into tears and ran out of the room. Dan knew it was up to him to fix this and followed his daughter to her bedroom. He found her stretched out across her bed crying.
He sat on the bed and put his hand on her back. "Baby...I am so sorry. Please don't hate me."
Stacy sat up and hugged him, "I could never hate you dad. Besides, I'm the one that did it."
Dan put his hands on her face, "I could have stopped you."
Stacy shook her head, "I made my own father hard. Dad I should have stopped."
Dan held her to him, "But I didn't want you to."
Father and daughter held each other. Making her dad hard was totally innocent on both of their parts – she knew that. Any woman that rubbed a man that way would have probably gotten the same result. But there had to be more to it because neither of them had wanted it to stop.
Finally, Stacy pushed him away, "So what do we do now?"
"Do you still love me?"
"Yes, I love you." She pressed her lips to his, just a short father/daughter kiss, and laid her head on his shoulder. "Dad, if we hadn't been interrupted, I would have done more. I wanted to do more. I didn't know I had feelings like that for you."
Dan hugged her to him; I didn't know I felt that way about you either. Maybe it's because you and I are closer than most father and daughters."
Stacy kissed her dad cheek, "We are that." She pushed away from him and watched him get up to leave.
Dan went to his bedroom. This day was definitely one both he and his daughter would never forget. He took his clothes off as he slept only in his underwear. He tried to get his mind clear by watching a little television.
Stacy tossed and turned but she simply couldn't fall asleep. She kept picturing her dad's erection in her mind and felt herself getting turned on. Then she would fuss at herself, roll over and try to think of something else only to have it happen all over again. Finally she slammed her fists on the bed in frustration.
Her mom had died when she was only 14 and since then it had only been the two of them. With her dad helping, she had taken over the cooking, cleaning and laundry. Even at 14 her breasts had been a good size and she was fully developed by 16, plus she had added a pair of long legs. Now she was in college and in all of that time her dad had never done a thing. Her hormones had been raging and the fact that her dad had not taken advantage of her said a lot about his character.
Maybe it was just physical, but maybe it was more. She didn't know, but she knew she had to find out because this wasn't going away. Tiptoeing down the hall, she opened his bedroom door and slipped inside. His silhouette in the moonlight made her heart feel lighter. Several girls at her sorority had mentioned that they thought her dad was cute. She suspected it was more because of the way he fussed over her than his looks. He didn't just say he loved her, he showed it in the things he was constantly doing for her. Some of the girls had father's that could care less about them or had even beaten them when they were growing up. She was pretty sure they would trade places with her.
Dan woke up as Stacy sat on the bed and slipped under the covers. "Are you all right?"
"I can't sleep." She scooted over to be next to him.
He felt her body next to his, her body heat felt nice. "I haven't had anyone in bed with me since your mom."
Stacy slept in an oversized football tee-shirt. She pressed herself into him and laid her head on his chest. "How come you haven't dated since mom died?"