Thunder and Lightning

Many, many thanks to my friend Gayle for editing this story! Comments welcome.

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I'm not going to lie to you; the last few years of my life were not exactly a non-stop highlight reel of happy events. My wife Janet and I had been having trouble for quite a while, but decided to stay together until our only child went off to college. We made it a point to appear every bit the loving couple in front of our daughter Heather, but in reality we had fallen out of love some time before. Just weeks after Heather left for university, Janet had filed all the necessary paperwork and our union of twenty two years was dissolved in the blink of an eye.

It was a difficult period for me, trying to adjust to life without both my wife and daughter. I purchased a small home closer to my job, while Janet was awarded our old place as part of the settlement. I think Heather blamed me for the divorce as when she was home from school she seemed to gravitate towards her mother more than to me. Maybe it was just that she enjoyed staying in the old house as it provided some stability and comfort. Regardless, I rarely got to see her, although we often exchanged e-mails and chatted on the phone regularly.

I could never tell my daughter the truth of course, that her mother was a frigid bitch. When we dated, Janet said she was saving herself for marriage, so I looked forward to many nights of passion after our wedding. The reality proved much different from my fantasies, as she was strictly a missionary girl, and even then only when I begged. I was surprised when we received word she was pregnant with Heather as we made love so infrequently. Up until then I had actually contemplated divorce, but after the happy news that quickly went on the back burner.

When Heather was born I can honestly say I fell in love on the spot. She was a tiny little thing, all of four and a half pounds, but just as cute as a button. As she grew into a toddler and beyond, my love only grew right along with her. Every day I found something new and wonderful to cherish about her.

Heather was in every way a completely normal child, until an event changed one aspect of her life. Around the time she was six or seven, our neighbor's home was struck by lightning, and burned to the ground. Janet and I did our best to shelter Heather from the reality of what had happened, but of course the older children on the block were not as cautious. As kids are wont to do, they spoke about the horrors of lightning, and its destructive capacity. Heather would come home telling tall tales of people being hit and exploding into millions of pieces, or having their bodies incinerated on the spot, all courtesy of the neighborhood kids.

From then on, anytime we experienced an electrical storm, Heather was sure to be found nearby. When thunder and lightning rolled by during the evening, she would instantly be between us in our bed, her head buried in the nape of my neck, holding on for dear life. Her pediatrician told us she would outgrow it, and she did to a small extent, yet still became scared by the slightest rumble even into her high school years.

Time flew by and before I knew it Heather was in her junior year at State. In the two-plus years since she started school, I had probably seen her no more than a dozen times, which bothered me immensely. I felt like a big part of me had been taken away, and I was left with a huge void in my life.

Janet's and my relationship was pretty much nonexistent, so I had not been aware that she had begun dating again until Heather mentioned how much she despised her mom's new boyfriend, Grant. I must say, I did feel a momentary pang of jealousy that my ex had chosen another man, but in reality it was high time we moved on. Unlike Janet, I had poured myself into work and had only dated one woman a few times before we both realized we just didn't click. I was puzzled that the one who seemed to hate affection found a partner, while I could not.

I was thrilled when Heather asked if she could move in with me for her summer break. She had spent the previous two summers with her mom, but apparently did not want to be around Grant on a frequent basis. Naturally, I instantly agreed, and looked forward to having my princess back.

The first few days after Heather moved in seemed awkward as we both tried to reestablish what had been so natural only a few years before. My home was smaller than what my daughter was used to, but we quickly settled into a peaceful coexistence which seemed to work for us both. I did my best to provide her as much privacy as possible, but welcomed every minute she chose to spend with me.

About three weeks after she was home, the weather forecast called for a strong front to blow through that evening, packing heavy winds, thunder and lightning. Heather and I were watching the news together when the meteorologist passed along the details. While I tried to appear outwardly unconcerned, inside I was actually quite worried about her reaction. I glanced over at her and could see the tension written clearly across her pretty face.

When we made ready for bed, Heather gave me a long hug. I could tell she was nervous, so I held her tightly and whispered in her ear, "I'm always here if you need anything, sweetheart."

"Thanks, Daddy," she responded with a forced smile, just before she trotted off to her room.

I'm not sure what time it was, but the house was dark when a loud crash woke me from my slumber. The storm had clearly rolled in and was unleashing its fury. Rain pelted my windows and wind whipped over the house, causing it to shudder. Only seconds later, I heard a soft voice from my open door, "Daddy, are you awake?"

I could just barely make out a small form near the door, and replied towards it, "Yes, baby."

I knew what she was going to say before she uttered another word, so I was not surprised when she asked, "May I get in bed with you?"

At twenty one years of age, Heather clearly had not outgrown her fear of thunder and lightning, so I just had to say yes. I pulled the thin sheet off my body and patted the open spot beside me and said simply, "Get over here."

Heather pretty much sprinted across the room and dove into the bed alongside me. She instantly burrowed her forehead into the nape of my neck and pressed her body tightly against my left side, just like she had as a child. Her groin was pressed to my hip and her left thigh rested over my own as she readied herself for the violent weather. She was wearing what appeared to be a matching set of pajamas, with a button-down top and a pair of shorts. The result was that I felt her warm skin against my own bare leg as I was clad in only a pair of boxer shorts on the humid summer evening.

With each flash of light I felt her body stiffen in anticipation of the bang that was sure to follow. When the thunder rolled, she often whimpered, just as I remembered from years before. I wanted to let her know she was safe, so I held her tight and whispered words of encouragement into her ears. I repeated variations on, "I've got you sweetheart," over and over again. Even though she was frightened and I worried about her greatly, it still felt wonderful to have her back with me to once again assume the role of her protector.

After what seemed like ages, but in reality was probably no more than an hour, the storm waned. From her soft, rhythmic breathing I knew Heather had finally drifted off to sleep, much to my relief. Finally feeling relaxed myself, I eased back into my bed and fell asleep holding my princess.

I awoke a few hours later with a wonderful feeling washing over my body. I had not been in bed with another warm body next to my own in ages, and the change was refreshing and candidly stimulating. It took a moment for me to clear my sleepy head and recall just who it was pressed so tightly against me, yet when I did I was troubled that the wonderful feeling I was experiencing came from being so close to my own daughter.

I felt a heat from my crotch, and realized that my cock was hard as a rock, yet something was different than usual. Shockingly, I immediately understood that there was a hint of pressure around it, like I was being gently squeezed by something soft and warm. I fought to see into the darkness, but I soon realized the cause of the pleasurable sensation. Apparently at some point my erection must have grown through the fly of my underwear, because Heather was holding it in her small hand. I was absolutely stunned, and my mind raced. What I should do?

My daughter was motionless and breathing steadily with her head still resting on my chest, so I prayed she was still asleep. I tried my best to stay as still as possible, not wanting to wake her and embarrass both of us with our predicament. It had been over a year since a woman had held me so intimately, and as much as I loved the feeling, just had to extricate myself from her sensual embrace as carefully as possible.

Since Heather was partially atop me and my left arm was buried under her, I slowly moved my right hand towards my crotch. Very gently, I eased her fingers open one by one, until she released my throbbing cock from her hand. Once open, I grasped her wrist and pulled it up and set her arm upon my chest. She never flinched, so I hoped a major crisis had been narrowly averted.

As she lay close, I pondered her life. When she went off to college, Heather reminded me a lot of her mother. She was rather shy, and candidly I suspected she was a virgin. She certainly was attractive, yet appeared more interested in her studies than boys, which delighted me. I wanted her to have options in her life and not subjugate herself to the whims of the first guy she dated.

I also contemplated what she did during storms at school, and who may have been providing her comfort. Did she have a special male friend, or did she just cling to her roommate Marissa in the dead of the night? I was more comfortable with the latter, but would understand the former of course as she was no longer a child.

When Heather finally awoke, she looked tired but none the worse for wear. She gave no indication of discomfort with being close to me, so I assumed she had no idea about where her hand had been earlier, which relieved me greatly. She gazed up at me with her pretty blue eyes and said, "Morning Daddy."

"Morning sweetheart," I responded.

She smiled back, and after a long yawn, stated, "Thanks for letting me sleep with you."

I didn't say a word; I just leaned forward and lovingly kissed her forehead. I was reminded so much of when she was young and how much I treasured our time together. Heather may have grown, but she was still very much my little girl.

It was a Saturday morning and neither of us had to work, so Heather got up and made a hearty breakfast. I watched her move around the kitchen confidently, very different from the frightened girl who was in my bed earlier. She had a certain grace as she moved about, probably from the years of dance and ballet classes she attended.

Heather was still dressed in her cute peach pajamas, which in the light of day showed off her tanned legs and a hint of cleavage. I couldn't help but soak her in beauty. She stood about five foot five, with long natural blonde hair, blue eyes and a wonderful figure. Of course I'm biased, but my daughter really was lovely both inside and out.

Heather proudly served me what she had cooked and joined me at the table were we enjoyed both the meal and each other's company. We chatted casually throughout the meal, but as I sipped my coffee after eating, Heather became more serious. She apologized for not seeing me more over the previous couple of years, and said it took her a while to realize just how much she missed me. "The more men I'm around, the more I realize just how special you are, Daddy," she said, which made me feel wonderful.

After breakfast we washed the pots and pans side by side at the sink. Heather told me it was her job and she could handle things, but I relished the opportunity to stand aside her as we had done many times years before. We occasionally bumped hips intentionally and laughed like kids as we made light of our work. It was wonderful to hear the giggles of a woman in my home once more.

Over the following days, it was hard to shake the image of Heather holding my cock. I had never thought about her sexually prior to that episode, but suddenly it was hard to think of her otherwise. It had been a long time since someone had held me in such a sexual way, and my mind kept wandering back to the feeling I had with her small hard wrapped around my rigid tool.

I found myself looking at her more often, noticing subtle things I previously had not appreciated before. The way she played with her hair when she watched TV. The way she bit her lip as she studied the latest crossword puzzle from the morning paper. She had a number of cute little idiosyncrasies, and I wanted to learn them all.

Heather had a summer internship at a local high-tech company. I noticed that she dressed rather conservatively during her work day, but as soon as she arrived home she usually slipped into a short skirt or shorts and tight top. Regardless of how she dressed, she looked sexy, but I must admit I loved seeing her in the skimpy evening outfits.

We chatted over dinner almost every evening, and it was wonderful to catch up on everything I had missed over the preceding years. I was curious about her love life and tried to subtly inject comments without being too overt. She told me she dated a couple guys at school, but, "Nothing serious." I must say, that gave me a great feeling of relief, but I was still troubled by how she came to have my cock in her hand the morning of the last storm. I did the best I could to repress the memory, but it was difficult since she was the only woman in my life at that moment.

Before bed every night Heather usually slipped into a cute pair of pajamas, but occasionally I found her in one of my old tee shirts and a pair of short shorts. I never imagined one of my old colored tees could look so sexy but they certainly did.

About two weeks later, a severe storm passed through the area just before the evening's rush hour. I happened to leave the office early, and was home when Heather pulled into the driveway. I watched through the window as she exited her car and ran towards the front door. I quickly made my way over to open it for her, and was almost bowled over as she flung herself headlong into my arms.

I could feel her shaking as she clung to me for dear life. Clearly, the drive home must have been hell as I could hear her whimpering as she nearly squeezed the life out of me. After a few minutes holding her near the door, I was finally able to extricate myself from her arms and lead her into the kitchen where I sat her at the table. The worst of the storm was long gone, so I hoped a spot of tea might calm her nerves.

As I prepared her drink, I couldn't help but notice the rain had made her white blouse almost transparent. I could clearly see her nipples through the thin cotton top and bra, poking two small, dark mounds in the wet fabric. They simply looked perfect and immensely suckable, but I quickly glanced away before she could see where I was staring.

I had to shake my head to try and clear the erotic vision from my head. As lovely as she was, I had to keep reminding myself that she was my daughter and not some bimbo I could ogle without regard. Feeling the need to escape her, if even for a moment, I retreated to the bathroom to fetch Heather a fresh towel.

Upon my return, she was standing and throwing her long blonde hair from side to side, shaking the water off. I had a vision of a woman writhing in the throes of passion doing the same, and my body once again tingled all over. I didn't want to stand in front of her as seeing her breasts was too much for me to handle, so I moved behind Heather and wrapped the bath sheet around her shoulders. I began softly working the towel into her skin in an attempt to dry her off. Deep down I felt terrible doing so, but I actually took my time, wanting my touch to feel sensual to my daughter. I slowly ran my hands up and down her arms, gently pressing my palms into her soft flesh.

I couldn't help myself and silently leaned my torso forward until I could look down upon her chest. Although partially covered by the towel, from my vantage point I could see a good measure of cleavage and a hint of her hard nipples. Occasionally there was a flash of light, and I'd wrap her in my arms tightly, knowing from experience was about to happen.

We stood in the kitchen like that for a good twenty five minutes until the thunder appeared to completely die out. I leaned down to kiss the top of her head and said, "I think the storm's over, sweetie."

Heather eased herself from my arms, and then turned to face me. She slowly pulled the towel from her shoulders and stated, "Guess I should go get out of these wet clothes."

"Probably a good idea," I replied with a nod, trying to avoid looking at her impressive chest as she left the room.

As hard as I tried to keep things as they had always been, it was impossible to see Heather as anything other than a sexy young woman. She seemed to spend more and more time at home, usually dressed in a provocative, but not slutty manner. Wherever I went around the home, she was sure to be close by.

My head swam with visions of her, and I stopped trying to fight them. I actually was praying for another storm to roll through so I could have an excuse to hold her. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long.

A pressure cell drifted through the area early one evening only a week or so later, and as expected Heather sought me out. We sat aside one another on the couch watching the Weather Channel, my right arm wrapped tightly around her. After a particularly loud crack of thunder, she nearly jumped out of her skin and climbed up onto my lap. She pressed her forehead into my chest and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

I wanted to keep her safe, but all I could think about was the last time we were together. Blood flowed to my prick and I felt it begin to swell. I did my best to think of anything else to ward off a full-blown erection with her taut bottom resting against my crotch. Each time the lightning flashed or thunder rolled, she would squirm a bit, adding more pressure against my groin. I pressed my ass back into the cushions, trying my best to keep my cock as far away from her as possible and hoped she had not noticed my overheated state.

I could smell her hair as I kissed the top of her head, while my hands rubbed her back lovingly as I tried to comfort her. It really was surprising that such a mature young woman could turn into a frightened child in seconds with only a simple crack of thunder. I could feel her trembling through the thin material of my red tee shirt she was wearing. I wanted to let her know she was safe from the lightning in my arms, but if she felt my arousal, I'm sure she would not have felt safe at all.

The storm raged on for just about an hour, when finally the interval between the flash of light and the boom of the thunder became greater until we barely heard it anymore. Heather looked at me with relief in her eyes, and I felt relief as well. I was worried she'd be able to see into my soul and know her Dad was actually a dirty letch, but her face showed nothing of the sort.

I couldn't help but stare back at her for a while as she truly was a lovely creature. The silence seemed deafening, so I felt the need to say something. I mumbled, "Well honey, time for bed."

She smiled and replied, "Yeah, I guess it is."

After planting a soft kiss on my cheek, she rose from my lap and headed towards her room. I sat still for a moment, my lap still tingling from her presence. My cock was hard, and I wanted to make sure the pressure had subsided a bit in the event I bumped into her in the hall. I walked into the kitchen, and after a tall glass of cold water, I too headed off to bed.