This is the first of possibly several stories. Its a bit of a slow start but hang in there if you like what you've read.
Sara woke suddenly. She tried to be very still. Then pretending to still be sleeping she did a little roll in her bed so she was facing the door to her bedroom. Very carefully she cracked her eyes open so she could see the door. As she had expected and had hoped it was cracked slightly open. She could barely see the top of her father's form through the small crack. He had been doing this more often lately. The first time she had caught him was three weeks ago. She closed her eyes again and thought back on the memories of the last few weeks...
*She had been sound asleep when she'd heard a fairly loud bump against her bedroom door. Then a voice lightly whisper "dammit"... It took her a few seconds to realize that it was her dad's voice. She poped up out of bed. Listening very carefully she heard more rustling then his footsteps retreating down the hallway quick but surprisingly quiet. Then she heard water running in the kitchen so she decided to investigate. What was he doing outside her door she wondered? She slipped into a long night shirt and went to the kitchen.
She found him in front of the sink looking out the window and sipping a cup of water. "What are you doing up baby girl" he asked without turning to face her?
"I just needed a drink of water daddy" Sara said quietly. She wasn't sure why she was lying instead of saying "well you scared the hell out of me when you were looking in my room and I wanted to come find out just what you were doing watching me in the middle of the night". Somehow that idea made her really nervous and strangely tingly. She tried to ignore where the tingly feeling was coming from. It made her almost desperate to cross her legs and she didn't know why.
"Here you can finish mine" daddy said as he turned to her. She looked at his face as he handed the glass to her. He looked strange. His face was different... kind of red she realized. Like he was embarrassed or like he'd been working really hard. He was in his pjs so she couldn't think of any reason why he'd be embarrassed.
She looked closer at him and saw a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. She also noticed his breathing was quicker. He was almost huffing. What could he be doing in the middle of the night that could cause him to work up a sweat and get him all red faced she wondered? Daddy was in great shape and only 40. It wasnt easy for daddy to wear out.
She decided to ask which again made her feel tingly... "Daddy... what are you doing up so late and why are you out of breath"?
He looked a little blank for a second then smiled at her "Oh I thought I heard something outside. I went to check it out. Ended up chasing shadows out there." He let out a little laugh then continued "then I started to worry that maybe you snuck out or something" a look of real worry passed over his face "so I checked your room and saw you were still there sleeping. My knee gave out on me and I smacked the wall... hope I didn't wake you up " he said.
"Is your knee ok?
"Oh yeah its fine. Must be getting out of shape or maybe it was just from relief of finding you still here" he said.
"Oh daddy. I would never sneak out. she said cheerily to him.
She finished her water then walked quickly to him. She reached up around his strong neck and gave him a big hug. His arms snaked around her and held her tightly. Then she noticed something strange. Was he smelling her hair? No. Silly she thought. He's still out of breath. Why in the world would her dad want to smell her hair. She almost giggled. Then tried to ignore the thought before she did giggle. Wouldn't want to confuse the poor guy she thought.
But there were a few things she couldn't ignore. The feeling of her dads warm breath on her throat... and the intense tingle that had returned since his arms went around her. Then without even really thinking about it she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him right on his cheek but very close to his mouth. She felt him stiffen slightly. But then it passed. He gave her a quick kiss to her forehead and told to get back to sleep...
That night she had touched herself for the first time ever. The tingle had become so intense after she kissed him that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to walk back to her room. But she had... and when she did she couldn't help but run her fingers down to her thighs. Thats where the tingle was the most intense. She let her fingers rub and pinch her thighs. It felt great but the more she did that the more the tingle increased somewhere else. She had heard other girls talk about touching themselves there but it always seemed wrong to her and since she had been homeschooled till this year when her mom had left she hadn't made many girlfriends so this kind of talk had eluded her. Once she had tried to slip a finger inside but it scared her and she wasnt sure why.
That night the fear was still there but so was something else she couldn't explain. Slowly she ran a finger closer to her pussy. When it got there she was shocked to feel wetness there. The surprise made her hand jump and she instantly wanted to wipe her finger clean. She wiped it up her slit. As her finger came to the top she felt a steange jolt of pleasure. She let her finger explore there trying to find that spot again. When she did she rubbed her finger over it again and again. She found that when she got her finger slick it felt much better. She found a rhythm after a while. Alternating between letting her finger slide inside her and rubbing it over that delicious spot.
After about ten minutes she felt an explosion rocket through her body. Her legs went straight, her back arched, and she nearly screamed. At first she thought she was going to pee. Her legs clamped around her hand. She wanted to continue rubbing that spot but it was so intense that every time she tried her legs involuntarily tightened around her hand stopping her. She decided to let her finger slip back inside her. She could feel her pussy tighten around her finger. After it was over she felt around the bed to make sure she hadn't in fact wet the bed. Nothing but a few spots from sweat. The feeling had been so amazing that she tried to do it again immediately after but had no success achieving that bliss again.
Sara woke up late the next day she realized as she glanced at the clock. 10:47... wow dad would already be gone for work. She climbed out of bed and immediately felt that tingle again. Instead of giving in to it Sara decided to find out just what was going on with her...
Part one of who knows how many. This is my first time writing so I'm sure there are plenty of mistakes but let me know what you think and I'll try to get another part out soon.