The Fifth Tally - Movie Night

Recovered from the private logs of Dr. Batuk Obi.

Dated: 12/02/2024

So... Here's the thing...

My daughter is not a Daddy's girl by any stretch. She's not a Mommy's girl either, if that's even a thing, she's just a girl. An independent woman, and that's that.

Now don't misunderstand, there's no ill will between the three of us. No final argument, no tightening of privileges, no slammed doors, no groundings or rebellious moments or anything like that. My wife and I love and trust our daughter, and she loves and trusts us. At least I haven't heard anything to the contrary.

All in all I'd say we are an exceptionally average family.

Which makes what came next all the more earth shattering.

Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, I don't know... my therapist, god bless him, suggested I get everything that's on my mind down, so that our meetings aren't so difficult, not that he'd mind of course, his rates go by the hour. However the fact that he wants to make our sessions easier means that he's hoping for real progress. I don't know... He doesn't know of course, I mean... How do you go telling anyone about this kind of stuff? Even with the doctor patient agreement, I still could never be confident that he wouldn't tell someone. Best case scenario he'd only tell my wife, worst case...

I suppose I'll give an incredibly abridged version of my life up to the point of its dramatic changing. I'm born to a Bengali mother and Nigerian father. The two of them were reasonably wealthy and met while they were both attending Harvard University for Law. Yadda ya they graduate, Dad works at the DAs office and Mom starts her own private practice and a few years later I pop out.

My upbringing was what it was, and eventually I'm 18 and I'm accepted to Harvard Law. While I'm studying I meet this girl, Amber and years later she and I get married.

Amber still looks as good now as she did then. She's trimmed her blonde hair down just below her shoulders, her blue eyes still piercing through all my walls whenever we catch each other's gaze. She's stunning and perfect and I do love her. She's confident in all the ways I'm not, she laughs at my bad jokes, and not that I'd ever tell her so, but she is much smarter than I am. I suppose that's why she thought she could go for a fine arts degree. She's an accountant now, but there was a time when she had everyone convinced she'd be the first household name screenwriter.

Anyways, Thanksgiving 2002 arrives and Amber and I shared each other's nighttime company as normal, only this time we're both a little half in the bag, and forgot to put on the condom. (We had moved to Mississippi for a few years in the early 2000s, and the pill wasn't super easy to get. Post 9/11, support for W Bush was high and contraceptives especially in the deep south? Forget it.)

Come July of the following year out pops Aubrey and she's so white she's practically translucent. We get the paternity test, just in case, and yup she's mine all right, not that I was really worried. Amber was kind of a recluse, and even if I was worried, as the weeks and months passed the more and more Aubrey looked like me. Her pale ass skin and green eyes had to have been from her Mom (or maybe me I have no clue how eye color genetics work when Mom has blue eyes and Dad has brown, how do you get green? Anyway.) but her jet black hair was definitely my side of the family.

It was a deadly combo of genetic traits and though she never developed very much in a curvature sense, I knew she'd be a heartbreaker for the ages.

We had gotten a taste of baby fever though and a year and a half later Amber and I went at it again and in December 2005 out popped David. Again the whitest baby I'd ever laid eyes on when he came out, but as he got older he got darker. Again same jet black hair as me and his sister, but with my brown eyes and an almost identical facial structure. My wife frequently says that looking at David is like a time capsule of me 20 years ago.

At adulthood Aubrey had elected to spend a gap year, which then turned into gap years, until just last April she surprised everyone by applying to Yale, and against all odds she was accepted, that's where she is now.

David had gone to college straight out of high school and is currently attending UC - Berkeley, with his major (for now) set to Film Studies. He always took more after his mother.

Anyways the point of all this...

This was a few years ago, 2022, I guess was when it started. Can't believe it's been two years already, time flies...

Anyhow, if I could stay focused for a minute.

So, 2022, it was December, and David was still in High School, Aubrey was in her first of two gap years, so she was out of the house a ton. Anyways, by some miracle all four of us found ourselves not only home, but completely available on David's birthday. None of us had any plans whatsoever. I'd expected this from Amber and I, but the fact that Aubrey was available was surprising to all of us.

Long story longer, we sat around the living room early in the morning. We'd all separately gotten up within 20 or so minutes of each other. Just one of those days when we were all in sync I guess...

So we'd been in the living room chatting and Amber asked David if there's anything special he'd like to do with the four of us on his birthday. David says he doesn't need to do it with all four of us, hell he didn't really need to do it with any of us, but he told us that he was going to watch all the Lord of the Rings movies, and sort of make it a day long movie marathon.

I was skeptical, and figured I'd watch as much as I could handle before eventually excusing myself, but my wife suggested that it could be just like old times.

When the kids were little we'd do movie nights, pretty frequently with all four of us. It started with stuff for kids, Toy Story, Incredibles, Little Mermaid, what have you. Then we graduated to YA stuff, Star Wars, Pirates of the Caribbean, Harry Potter. Then we started to peter out when movie night was co-opted for rom-coms with Amber and Aubrey, or action schlock with David and I. It got to the point where if all four of us were there for movie night it was because it was a nostalgic watch like Emperor's New Groove, or Grease or something we'd all already seen thousands of times.

Anyways at the behest of my wife the four of us all gathered around the TV for what would probably be our last movie night.

David popped the first one in as we were still getting settled. And for the first film all was normal. The four of us sat on our reasonably large couch, with a good foot or so separating each of us, and as Frodo and Sam climbed down off a mountain and the credits rolled, we agreed on taking a short lunch break.

We'd ordered some pickup, and ordered extra so that if/when we got hungry later we could just reheat any leftovers. My wife and David left to go pick it up.

Anyway as we were waiting, Aubrey and I were able to catch up. She and I talked about what she'd been getting up to in her gap year, how she was doing, and what she was thinking about afterwards.

So, I keep it reasonably cold in the house. A solid 69 degrees was fine for me, but my daughter frequently disagreed, saying during the winter it was sometimes warmer outside than in the house. It was an exaggeration, but the point of my bringing this up is to say that I hadn't seen her without a hoodie in probably 4 months.

Anyhow, we're talking and she brings up that she's thinking about getting another tattoo. I didn't know she had any, so she took off her hoodie and started showing me. She'd gotten a sun on her shoulder blade, an anime character (apparently named Levi) inside a heart on her right arm, and a bundle of roses on the other one. She had some text under her collarbone that read 'Not all tears are an evil.' (Which a few hours later I'd discovered was a quote from Return of the King) At this point she starts rolling up one of her sweatpant legs, and shows me a sea turtle and a squid on her calf and thigh respectively. Then she said, and I'll never forget this: "I have another one I can show you if you're a good boy today."

I remember she turned bright red right after, and immediately apologized, saying something about only giving certain guys the tour, and had the breakdown semi rehearsed and just forgot to omit that part of the script.

I laughed and just brushed it off saying something to the effect of 'If I was a suitor the line would certainly entice.' It was a dumb thing to say, but I was just wrapped up in the flirting. Thankfully Aubrey didn't seem to mind and giggled before playfully punching me in the arm.

Fast forward and Amber and David are back with the food. We pig out on the sofa as David pops in the second film.

As we're watching I start to feel a little bloated and lay what was left of my fries on my lap. Aubrey clocks this and asks if she can have the rest. I say yes, and instead of taking the plate from my lap, she moves the plate down so it's resting on my left leg, and lays her head on my lap and snacks passively while still watching the film.

'Whatever.' I think. 'Doesn't look intuitive to me, but if she's comfortable it's fine.'

The movie ends with Frodo and Sam walking towards uncertain doom and again we take another short break. Aubrey gets up and says she's going to change, David uses the bathroom, Amber browses her phone, and I clean up the remains of our greasy meal.

After a while I get comfortable back in my spot on the couch, and glancing at the stairs I can see my daughter descending down the stairs. Her hair had been tied up into a messy top knot. She'd changed into a tiny pair of high waisted grey shorts, that looked incredibly soft and cozy, but revealed quite a bit of leg and a bit of cheek. (Again Aubrey was not a curvy girl at all, but an ass is an ass, and while objectively small, it still curved in a delightfully exciting way. God, now I think it's sexy but at the time I remember thinking it was not appropriate for family movie night.) She also wore a small yellow shirt, which also looked very comfy and soft, but it hugged her chest tightly. (Again, her breasts were small, but remember when I said I keep my house a little cold...)

She plopped down next to me, flashing me a smile, which I had always thought made her look innocent, but after what came next, her smile takes on all new meanings.

She complained about being cold, and I jokingly told her to get a coat. That was meant with a playful punch in the arm, before she reached across me and grabbed a soft blanket, and wrapped herself in it. I couldn't blame her blanket choice, it was extremely soft, and heavy, but not too hot, and wasn't a static magnet like a lot of other blankets of similar make. It was the magic blanket we called it and it is usually reserved for Amber, but today it seemed Aubrey had co-opted it.

The movie starts and all is normal. David is slouched on the couch with his feet up on the ottoman, my wife sits with her legs spread out on the L portion of the couch. I'm huddled in the corner, and Aubrey is sitting upright wrapped in this cozy blanket.

An hour passes normally, and suddenly, I feel a head begin to rest on my chest and a blanket obstructing my view of the screen as it flung dramatically over my legs and part of my stomach and chest. It was Aubrey, I hadn't even noticed she was moving, I guess the movie was more engaging than I thought it would be.

As Aubrey snuggled into my chest, I tucked my left arm under the blanket and wrapped it around her waist. I felt the skin of my palm touching her exposed stomach gently, it seemed like her shirt had ridden up a bit during her readjustment, no matter, she didn't recoil or twitch at my touch so I figured it was fine.

This was a little peculiar to me. As I said earlier Aubrey was never really a Daddy's girl. Cuddling wasn't something we did once she was old enough to walk and talk, so this was something we hadn't done since she was REALLY little.

'Whatever' I thought. Maybe she's just feeling a little intimate with the whole fam here. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my wife looking at us, I turned and we made eye contact, she smiled at me in a proud and content Mom sort of way, and I returned the proud parent smile.

The movie continued and at this point the sun was getting pretty low and it became rather dark. The light from the TV was the only light, and Return of the King is not a particularly bright movie, so it was very dark. Over the past 20 or so minutes of the movie Aubrey had draped her leg over mine and was basically glued to the left side of my body. Her right arm wrapped around my back, and her left resting on my stomach. Again the movie was more interesting than I thought it would be, so I hadn't noticed that Aubrey's hand had slowly begun to drift lower and lower down my stomach. Surely it had... I don't think she put it that low to start off...

Anyways, I felt her fingers break past the waistband of my sweatpants, and tickly me gently. This for sure got my attention as I quickly looked down to see if what I was feeling was true, only the blanket had covered almost my entire body. Aubrey must have felt the sudden jerk in my body as soon after, she looked up at me. The room was dark, and I couldn't make out the finer details of her face, but her expression would have been hard to read in even perfect light.

What I could make out in fine detail was her piercing green eyes locked on mine. We held each other's stare in silence for what felt like minutes. Eventually she very slightly jerked her head towards the other side of the couch. I moved my head to look. I saw my wife and son, quietly watching the movie, their attention completely stolen by the television. I slowly looked back to my daughter, finding her green eyes in the darkness. I felt her hand leave my pantline. There was a brief flash of light from the TV and I saw her bring her finger to her mouth, and quiet enough so that only I could hear, she said "Shh". Then glanced backwards towards the TV and waited for a moment, before another flash of light and I saw her motion for me to come closer to her, against my better judgement I did, bringing my ear as close to her mouth as I could. She waited for a character to start talking before saying in a whisper that shot adrenaline through my entire system: "Only if you want to Dad."

I leaned back away from her, and slowly glanced back at my wife. In an instant I thought of everything her and I had been through. We were both each other's first, and frankly each other's only. Before right now it never really mattered. Before right now, I had never had an opportunity presented to me to have some fun with someone other than her. Was I that weak willed? Was that all it would take for me to cheat on the love of my life? An opportunity to do it was really all I needed?

Or...

Was it because it was my daughter that was offering.

I looked back into her green eyes. In an instant I asked myself: 'Am I that depraved? Willing to fool around with my daughter at the first opportunity? Something I had never considered until this moment. Something that as a father you never consider because it's something that should never and for most will never happen, yet here I was. One of the few.'

A good father would have said no, promising to have a long, serious discussion after the movie was over. A good father would then slowly and gently move his daughter from off of him, so as to not disturb his family, and quietly watch the rest of the film. That's what a good father would do...

But then I thought, maybe that's what a bad father would do...

We held each other's gaze for a moment that lasted a lifetime. Her eyes were filled with hunger, a longing... She wanted this... Likely more than I did. She offered of her own volition.

After what felt like an eternity, I slowly nodded my head.

She smiled in a way I had never seen her smile before. Pride. She wanted to see if she could seduce her Dad and she had, now she turned away from my face and, to her credit, laid her head back on my chest and stared blankly at the TV 'watching' the movie. It was what was happening under the blanket that was what the two of us had both of our attention on.

I stared as blankly as I could at the TV as my daughter's left hand slowly found its way back to the waistband of my sweatpants, gingerly slipping her fingers further down, searching for my cock. I wasn't at full mast quite yet, but the thought of doing this, and truthfully her initial offer had it slowly growing into preparedness.

Finally I felt her soft hands locate and wrap around my cock. She let out a slight moan, but not a sexual one, it sounded, to those unaware of what was happening, like a moan of agreement, timed perfectly after Frodo had declared his regret for sending Samwise away.

I felt her hands slowly pump me up and then down. When I say slow I mean agonizingly slow. As she was mid stroke I looked down at her and in a twisted way was filled with pride. The slow stroke was almost entirely imperceptible to anyone who didn't already know what was happening.

She finished the first pump and moaned once again this time in time to a declaration from Gandalf that Gondor was, for the time being, on their own. But the true source of her moan was for her and I to know. Though I'm still unsure of what her moan could mean. Perhaps it was that she was impressed with my length (though that might just be my ego talking) or that she was pleased with how hard she made her Dad, I don't know, just that she liked what she had done.

For the next while I sat as still as I could as my daughter agonizingly stroked my cock, never once increasing her pace, though I so desperately wanted her to. I couldn't help throwing my head back from time to time as she stroked, hopeful that it wasn't too quick a motion to draw anyone's attention.

Towards the end of the first disc I stared down at the top of my daughter's head. Her black hair all that distinguished her as such, in the dark room we were in. Again my twisted pride found itself filling my head. Everything from how slowly she stroked, to her moans timed perfectly with the film so as to seem innocent, told me that this was not the first time my minx of a daughter had teased a guy in a room filled with others. Which, if I had had that thought 8 hours ago I'd have been repulsed, now however with my daughter's hand wrapped around my gently leaking cock, I had never been more proud of her.

As the Siege of Gondor continued, my daughter briefly let go of my cock. For a moment I felt betrayed, but soon felt her hand on mine as she lifted it from its resting place on her stomach, and tucked it under her shirt, guiding my hand to cup her breast.

As I've said quite a few times now, my daughter was not a curvy girl, but her size had somewhat surprised me. They were deceptive in their size. Or perhaps it was the shape. I cupped her left breast which seemed to be perfectly fitted to my hand.

With her hand on top of mine she urged me to squeeze, and squeeze I did, before she guided my thumb to her nipple. To my surprise it felt cold, as my thumb brushed across a small piece of metal, which then turned to her tender and erect nipple. They were pierced!?

After a few moments of guided groping Aubrey had decided that I was moving at a satisfactory pace and motion, as she moved her hand off of mine, and I continued to grope my daughter, doing what I could to mitigate any visible motion.

She slowly lifted her head back up to face me, and we said nothing but our eyes exchanged a whole conversation.

Mine asked: "When did you get that done?"

And hers said: "Don't tell Mom..." This was further proven by a sinfully cute and quiet giggle from her, as she once again raised her finger to her lips to indicate silence.