Gender: Male Age: 42 Location: N/A
This is my first story ever. Comments are more than welcome.
This is not a quick climax story. It is more like a short novel, so there is a lot to it.
This story contains details of incest among other sexual fantasies. If you are against such things, please move on.
Everything from here on is completely fictional and never actually happened.
I woke up the next morning exhausted. I did not sleep well. I don’t know how long I lay there thinking, but it seemed like an eternity. I was wrestling with the good and the bad. Of course the good was, she wasn’t upset, and that she didn’t seem to be seriously hurt. The bad far outweighed the good though. She was wet, turned on. She admitted it. She felt tight, I felt her pulse. She was so damn hot!
When I thought about the bad, my penis would get rock hard. When I thought about the good, it would get soft. Up and down, up and down. Back and forth, back and forth.
And then it dawned on me, I didn’t wash my hands. Without thinking I raised my left index finger to my nose. The scent was weak, but it was there. Rock hard again. Shit.
I decided to wear underwear downstairs. I didn’t want her to feel guilty about anything by changing the routine. But I knew things were different and I wasn’t sure how my body would react to her in her underwear now after last night, so I wore a pair of briefs under my boxers.
I walked to the bathroom and did my duty and washed my hands. I then walked to the kitchen. As I turned the corner, there was Victoria reaching up into the cupboard for a box of cereal. I admired her for a moment silently. She was wearing an old t-shirt and it was pulled up above the waistband of her little white panties.
Yup, good thing I wore those briefs too.
“Good morning.” I said.
“Oh, good morning dad. How did you sleep?”
She asks me that every morning, but this morning I hoped she wouldn’t.
“Not worth a damn.” I admitted as I sat down in my usual spot.
“Thinking about what happened last night too, huh?” she asked.
“Yeah.” I said, with a hint of sincere desperation. “You?”
“Same thing.” she said. “I had trouble getting to sleep until I masturbated and then I was out like a light.”
“Victoria!” I exclaimed, shocked. I strive for honesty and always reward it, never scold it. But I reacted instinctively.
“Well, it’s true.” She said.
She had filled her bowl and brought it to the table and set it down. She walked over to me and gave me a peck on the forehead and took my head into her arms and gave my head a hug. Routine, but this time I was more aware of her. The way my head nestled between her firm breasts. And, did she hold me there longer than normal? Briefs, good idea.
I kissed her on the arm. Routine.
“Would you like some cereal? I’ll get you some. I also made coffee for you.”
“No cereal, not now. But I will take some coffee, thanks.”
She poured me a cup and added sugar and cream, just the way I like it and brought it to the table for me.
“Here ya go.” she said rather gleefully.
“Thank you, m’dear.” I said as I tipped the cup to her.
I was starting to feel at ease. Other than the longer hug, which may have just been my imagination, things seem perfectly normal. I was glad that neither she nor I pressed the masturbation comment any further.
“So what did you want for your birthday?” I asked.
“Not too much, although I’m not sure how you’ll feel about a couple of them.” she said, not looking up at me, but munching on her cereal.
“Oh boy.” I thought. “Oh yeah, and what might that be?” almost afraid to ask.
“Well,” she said, swallowing, “I want you to take me out. Dinner, movie. I dunno…, maybe dancing. Not like a date…, well, I guess it would kinda be like a date, but not really, ya know? And that means shopping. I want you to get something new and nice, and I want a nice dress too.”
“Ok, I think we can do that without any troubles. And I’m assuming no McDonalds or anything like that, right?”
“Hell no.” she said. “A proper, fancy restaurant.”
“Ok, what else?” I asked, knowing that wasn’t the part she thought I’d disapprove of.
“I want to get my belly button pierced.”
She stopped chewing.
That was it. That was the one. But I wasn’t apprehensive because I didn’t want her to have it. I was apprehensive because of what it would do to me. Especially after last night.
Aww, c’mon dad. I have wanted one for a while.” She whined as she turned on the puppy eyes that she knows melts my heart and almost makes me give in to anything.
I reasoned for a moment. It was what she wanted, but damn, that is like the sweetest, most erotic piercing a woman can get in my opinion. I knew it would be something that I would enjoy seeing, but also would make it more difficult not to fantasize about her. I would just have to cope, control myself…, deal with it.
“Ok, you can get your belly button pierced.” I sighed.
With that she jumped up and ran over to me and threw herself on my lap and gave me a bunch of kisses on my face. Forehead, cheeks, the tip of my nose and a couple on my lips.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She squealed between each kiss.
She was bouncing on my lap and even though I was focused on her excitement, I could feel myself growing quickly.
“Ok, ok.” I said. “I’ll take some of that cereal now, if you please.” I was grateful I saved that for now. I had to get her off my lap before she noticed what was happening to me.
“Ok!” she exclaimed as she jumped off my lap.
“Is there anything else?” I asked.
“Well, I would like to have a party.”
“Well, YEAH.” I said as I gave her a duh expression. “How many friends?”
“Not that many.” She said. She has lots of them. “Basically just my gymnastics team, and maybe a couple of others from school. And I’d like it to be a sleep over.”
“Well, yeah. We can do that. But I don’t know how that would work with the dinner plans you want.”
“We can do that the night after.” she said.
“Ok, that’ll be fine then. You have to get permission from the parents though.”
“Deal.” She said. “And daddy…”
Shit, I hate it when she says daddy. That usually means she’s going to ask for something I’ll most likely say no to.
She brought over the cereal. “I was wondering if we could get champagne.”
“Hmm. I doubt it sweetheart. You know I don’t have a problem with it, but I doubt if the other parents will go along with it.”
“How about if I ask them? If they say yes, then can we?”
“Well, I suppose. But I need to hear it from them. Not that I don’t trust you, this is just one of those things a parent needs to hear for themselves.” I stated, rather seriously. “Is that it then?”
“C’mon, spit it out.” I said, thinking there couldn’t be anything else she could come up with that would be difficult for me to decide on.
“I am approaching adulthood and things are starting to change for me…”
“Ok.” I said. “Stop with the defense before I even know what you’re wanting. Just say it.”
“Ok.” She said, rearranging her face into an expression I can only describe as fear. Fear of my reaction. “I want to get thong underwear.”
Holy shit. If I agree to that, how would I control myself? Or, would that mean her days of wearing panties in front of me would be over? I had to really think this one through. It could be bad either way. I struggled inside.
“I’ll have to think about that one. I’m not saying yes, but I’m not saying no either.”
“Well, while you’re thinking, just try to remember that I’m not a little girl anymore and that it’s something I’d really like to have.”
“Ok, I promise I’ll give it serious thought.” I said, and I wasn’t lying. “Anything else?” I asked.
“Nope. That’s it dad. That’s all I want.”
“All right.” I said. “Now I have to go get dressed for work before I’m late.”
“I don’t know why you even bother going in. You know you don’t have to.” she pouted.
“Because it’s my business.” I said. “And remember, I have that business meeting I have to go to this afternoon, so I might be late getting home.”
“Yeah, I remember.” she said as I headed to my room to get dressed.
I picked out one of my best three piece business suits and put it on and headed back to the kitchen.
“Ok, I’m off.” I said as I walked up behind her to give her a kiss on the back of her head while she did the breakfast dishes. Routine.
“Ok.” She said. “Have a good day, love you.”
Did she just push her ass into me?
“I love you too sweetheart.” And I left the house.
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