My Daddy is my Baby Daddy (closed for Cherrybomb400)

[BurningMonkey]

George pulled into the driveway, turned off the car, and just sat for a moment. It had been the week from hell, but the project was finished and in the customer's hands. He'd taken the afternoon off to celebrate, and to compensate for the long nights he'd been putting in. His boss hadn't had a problem with it.

As a newly-minted project manager this one had been dropped on him, with some tricky problems and a short deadline. And at 42, he didn't bounce back like he used to. He was looking forward to a quiet afternoon of sitting and thinking about nothing in particular, maybe enjoying a beer even though it was the middle of the day.

He passed Valerie's car on the way to the house; she must be home from class early. That brought another thought, a guilty one this time: he would get to ogle her all afternoon, assuming she wasn't going out anywhere. He knew he shouldn't entertain such thoughts about his own daughter, but a few months ago he'd finally surrendered and simply acknowledged that she had grown into one sexy young woman, with a body that practically begged to be fondled…

The clothes she wore these days didn't help in that department. She’d taken to wearing things either too loose, too tight, too high, too low, and almost always too tight. He’d have to speak to her about it soon. He worried about her, had ever since his wife had left them and he’d had to try to usher her through the rest of high school.

It had been a…difficult time. He cared about her and didn’t want her to get a reputation as an easy slut, but they don’t give owner’s manuals with children, and he was never sure he was doing it right. A single father’s life was always fraught with hidden pitfalls, and if he slipped he wouldn’t be the only casualty. The responsibility rode him like the proverbial monkey in the fairytale.

He mounted the steps, sighed, and pushed open the front door.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie's last class was cancelled for the day, so she had came home early and decided to unwind.

When she came home, she peeled off the loose black sweater she had been wearing, and let it sit on the back of the couch. She walked around in her tight purple leggings and a black tanktop that was probably too small for her. Every curve of her body was in plain sight. As she looked for food in the kitchen, her phone buzzed, letting her know she received a text. A devilish smirk came onto her lips as she read the naughty message she had received from Ryan, another student who was majoring in Engineering. The two hadn't gone any farther than kissing and petting, but the boy sure did love to tease her. It was fun and made her feel like a grownup.

Being alone in the house at the time, she pulled down her top, took a picture of her bra which held her modest breasts and sent it to him. Valerie never sent anyone a picture of herself like that before. The thought of him seeing it really turned her on. She couldn't get too excited though, not yet. Valerie had plans which involved her staying glued to the computer for the rest of the day.

Ignoring the pile of dishes in the sink, Valerie grabbed a bag of cheese curls and a bottle of cherry-coke, then headed to the study where both her and her father's computers resided. Normally teens would want to keep their computers and TV in their room... but Valerie couldn't have the distractions, she would never sleep. She sat in front of her desk, turned on the computer and popped on her skullcandy (brandname) headset.

"Look who is online!" a message popped up from her Steam account. It was from her childhood friend, Jacob.

"Hey loser, up for L4D or TF2?" She responded, her fingers clacking away on the keyboard swiftly.

A few moments later, Valerie was submerged into a zombie killing video game, and every free second she had she popped in another piece of junk food. Her headset filtered all the sound directly to her ears, so she never heard her dad open the front door. As far as she knew, he was working late tonight.

"Get the tanks of gas!" Jacob's voice barked at her over sounds of chainsaws, guns and screaming zombies.

"Dude, maybe if you threw them closer to the car, we could actually clear this!" She snapped back into her mic at him. The current challenge was to fill a car up with gas as they were being attached inside of a mall. Normally this would be easy... but Jacob liked the extremely hard settings.

"I'm getting fucking killed here," Valerie grunted in frustration, all of her focus was on the screen. "Damnit!" She had died, no thanks to Jacob. "How about I go after the tanks and you fill up the car?" She suggested.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George called from inside the door. "Val? Val, I'm home..."

He hung his jacket on the halltree next to the door and headed for the kitchen for a beer. On the way he heard Valerie's voice from the den: Dammit! How about I go after the tanks and you fill up the car?

He took the open beer down the hall; rounding the corner, he saw Valerie engrossed in whatever was happening on the computer screen, one hand working the mouse feverishly while the other tapped out rapid sequences on the keys. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, admiring the way her medium boobs stretched the material of her tank top and the curve of her ass, on display in the tight leggings.

Of course she hadn't heard him come in; she had those damned headphones on. The screen held images of men and women stumbling around, being bloodily decapitated, blown up, torched... Stupid zombie game, he thought. The attraction escaped him utterly.

He knocked loudly on the desk, startling her. "HI!" he almost shouted. "I'M HOME!"

 

[Cherrybomb400]

"What the hell are you do- Ah!" Valerie was startled for a moment from the knock on her desk from her dad. Her heart was already pounding from the game, he didn't help to keep her heart from feeling like it was about to break out of her chest. She snorted and rolled her eyes at his declaration of being home. Her dad could be a real dork sometimes. A smirk pulled on her face as she moved one side of the headset off her left ear, showing that she had recently gotten a second piercing in her ear... something she hadn't mentioned to her dad when she got it. Normally Valerie kept her hair down, so she could easily hide it, and she did for a good two weeks. Now she was more concerned about killing zombies than what her dad thought about another piece of metal in her head.

"I see that," She replied to him as her eyes went back to the screen. Her hand was still on the mouse as she tried to continue the game that was still going. The hoard of zombie were now racing to their characters as they scrambled to complete the level to continue the story.

"What are you doing home so early from work?" Valerie was hoping to have more time to have the house by herself. Valerie and George didn't spend as much time together. It seemed that as she got more into college life, they drifted and she wasn't the sweet little girl playing with dolls anymore.

"GET IN THE CAR, GET IN THE CAR!!!" She yelled at her friend through the mic. It was obvious that her attention was more on the game than on her Dad.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George watched his daughter's eyes drawn inexorably back to the monitor like a bird drawn to a snake's gaze, unable to tear herself away. He noticed the new piece of metal dangling from her ear. Barbarism, he thought. [/I]They're all descending into barbarism.[/I] What would be next? A bone through her nose, ritual scars on her cheeks, like the ones he used to see in the National Geographic? Ugly red weals and ropy scars twisting and turning everywhere, permanent disfiguration in the name of--what? Decoration? Fashion? He shook his head in disgust.

Reaching out, he cocked his finger on his thumb and snapped it, flicking the new adornment. "What's this? Pick up a random piece of shrapnel on the 'battlefield'?" He said the last word sneeringly, using his fingers to make air quotes, then waved at the flashing, churning screen.

"Never mind," he said disgustedly. "I understand. Killing imaginary things on a flat screen is much more important than saying 'hello' to your father who pays the bills."

He walked out of the room and down the hall to the back door, walked out onto the deck, and settled into his lawn chair. Placing the beer on the boards at his feet, he leaned back and tried to relax, staring up at the puffy clouds cruising majestically overhead.

God, he hated when they got like this...Why couldn't they just be cordial to each other? Like civilized people did? Why did everything she did lately piss him off?

 

[Cherrybomb400]

He flicked her new piercing which caused her to snap at him, "Dad! Ugh." at first she didn't understand why he was getting so grouchy. Then he commented on the new piece of jewelry. Mentally she was kicking herself for forgetting about hiding it. It didn't really matter though, it was already fully healed.

"It's just an added earring Dad... No need to freak out about it. Not like I'm on drugs." She muttered as she continued to click the mouse and keys to control her character's movement and aim. She shot two zombies in the head and smiled as they went down.

"Never mind," he said disgustedly. "I understand. Killing imaginary things on a flat screen is much more important than saying 'hello' to your father who pays the bills."

Valerie rolled her eyes at the comment. He knew she was in the middle of something! It's not like he came home and talked to her before hand. All she wanted to do was play around on the computer for a few hours before she went over to her friend's house. She didn't know he was coming home early! The thought of how he talked to her made her angry. She decided to take her aggression out on the zombies.

After a while she finally pulled herself from the glowing screen, telling Jacob she would catch him later. Valerie was not body shy so she started to pull off her top as she headed to her room, only her small black bra covering her breasts. Once inside her room she pulled off her leggings and then started to look for something to wear tonight. They were only planning on hanging around her friends dorm, but if Ryan showed up... She wanted to make sure his eyes were on her.

Finding a pair of skin tight skinny blue jeans that hugged her ass, she pulled them on. Next she found a dark green top that was wide neck and hung off of her right shoulder, it had a print of a punkish looking SnowWhite. Slipping on a pair of boots, jacket, and then painting on some red lipstick, she started to head towards the living room where her bag was.

"I'm going out!" She called through the house to let her dad know, which was the most she had done lately. The house started to look cluttered with her stuff, the kitchen a mess. It was amazing that she could find anything.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He was nursing his fourth beer as darkness fell when he heard her indifferent shout from the front of the house. "I'm going out!" she called. Good, he thought. Saves me the trouble and energy of another argument...

He rose wearily from his chair and wandered into the house, a little unsteadily. I should eat something, he thought. Keep from slipping into a stupor. But when he looked at the kitchen, he lost all interest. Dirty pots and pans on the stove; dirty dishes filling the sink and counter tops... Fashion and gaming magazines and "graphic novels"--comic books, he revised in his mind--lay scattered helter-skelter across the kitchen table.

They had worked out an arrangement for sharing the household chores, but for the last week or so she hadn't bothered to keep up her end. It was as if this was a hotel where she breezed in and out without caring what the place looked like. This is her home, goddammit! he thought. Doesn't she care about her own home?

On a sudden impulse he gathered up whatever he could carry of crusty dishes and greasy pots and carried them into her room, which looked like a hurricane had passed through. He unceremoniously dumped the pile on top of the unmade bed. Maybe she'll get the hint, he thought, and went in search of his next beer.

If he kept drinking he would probably fall asleep before she got home, but that would be okay--it wasn't like she would want to tell him how her evening went, anyway...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Hours passed and Valerie finally came home. She was rather annoyed because Ryan was there with her friends tonight... yet he was just gabbing with another girl and hardly spoke a word to her! So much for using this outfit to get his attention. The blonde was regretting sending the older boy the pic she sent earlier, thinking that he thought her breasts weren't big (they were between a B and a C cup) or maybe her body wasn't toned enough for him?

It was too late to be worrying about that now. Valerie suspected (she wasn't sure) that her dad was asleep so she quietly entered the house and went to the kitchen. She failed to notice how empty the sink was, and headed right for the fridge to grab a soda. Might as well get comfortable, she thought. Her sleep schedule was definitely off from her father's. Valerie would be up for another hour or so playing a video game before she finally went to sleep.

Upon entering her room, she found quite the surprise, "DAD!" Her voice cried as she saw all the dirty dishes, pots and pans on her bed. The grease and left over food had stained her sheets.

Livid, she didn't care if the man was sleeping, she was pissed and she was going to let him know! This was not acceptable and he needed to start treating her like the adult that she is. Exiting the room, she hunted for the parental unit until she found him.

"What the hell?! Just because I decide to get a second set of pierced ears you put dirty dishes on my bed? Real mature for someone who's a grown man!" Being a teenager and full of herself, she didn't put together that her ears was only one thing on a growing list that her father was getting fed-up with.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Sometime during the hours Valerie was gone, Ben had come to a realization, and an admission: He was losing her, losing her to adulthood. And he didn’t want to lose her. But there was not a damned thing he could do about it. That’s why I get so angry… She was a child, still in many ways, in a fully-mature woman’s body, one he wanted.

She looked so much like her mother, it hurt sometimes to look at her. She had the same hair, the same eyes, the same figure—her mother had been small, too—the same tilt to her head when she was absorbed in something, the same mischievous grin… And now she was grown up, and it was like losing Margo all over again.

He never knew why his wife left the way she did. He didn’t beat her, he didn’t demean her, he always pitched in to help, he supported her sudden enthusiasms, he humored her when she wanted to re-arrange the furniture every six months, he was an attentive and considerate lover…

But he came home one day to find The Note: I’m leaving. This isn’t working for me. Don’t try to find me. Goodbye.
Try explaining that to a daughter whose tearfully repeated question, “Why? Why, daddy?” clawed great red-hot furrows through his heart and soul. But he had no answer, not for himself, not for her.

But that was only part of the reason he wanted her to stay little, stay not-grown-up. The other, darker reason was that, if she stayed her younger self, the sweet little girl with the bouncy walk and the bony knees and the fascination with curtain-rod and how they workeds, then she would be…safe. Safe from him, safe from the way she made him feel. Safe from the stirring in his loin whenever he saw her now. Safe from his darker impulses. And he would be safe, saved from wrestling with the lust-demons that assailed him whenever she was near.

It’s not fair to her, he told himself in despair. She deserves to be her own woman, find her own way in the world, have a career, meet a boy and fall in love… But he shied away from that last thought. Not yet, he prayed to whatever god would listen. Please, not yet… But soon. He knew it would be soon.

He was not at his best when she came storming into his room, shrieking. He’d only gotten to sleep himself about an hour ago. Wha…? Oh, damn! The pots… Looking back, it had been a juvenile gesture, one birthed from rage, and fear, and despair, and a misplaced sense of victimhood. But there was no help for it now. You can’t un-ring a bell.

She’d turned on the light when she came storming in, the better to see her target. He swung back the covers and stood, careless of the fact that he was practically naked in front of her; he always slept in just his boxers, had since he was a boy. He grabbed the robe lying across the bed and threw it on haphazardly, and faced her.

One thing he had always hated was people yelling at him. Belligerence had always been his first line of defense, and he fell back to it now. “Ears? Ears!? It has nothing to do with your goddamned ears; it has everything to do with the fact that you’ve been fucking off these past few weeks!” He had always been careful not to swear around her, but at the moment he was too far gone to care.

“We had a deal, remember? You do this chore, and I do that chore, and then we switch. We had a schedule, remember? I can show it to you if you need a reminder; it’s still posted on the fucking refrigerator.

“And this was your week to do the dishes. But have you done the dishes? Hell, no! You flounce in and out of here like it’s the Hilton and the maid is going to clean up after you! Well, hot news flash, cupcake—WE AIN’T GOT A FUCKING MAID!!”

 

[Cherrybomb400]

When George swore it took Valerie off guard for a brief moment, but her anger quickly over took her shock.

"Don't yell at me like I'm fucking 12!" Valerie yelled back and purposefully emphasized her words. If he was going to talk to her like that then she wasn't going to hold back either. With how the both of them were shouting it would be a surprise if the neighbors didn't call the police.

Valerie probably wouldn't be nearly as pissed off if her night had gone a little better. Maybe she would have calmly talked to her dad rather than storming in and waking him. However she didn't get the attention she wanted from the boy she desired and the pots and pans were just enough to fuel her misplaced feelings and take it out on her father.

Valerie wished she could think of something else to say, anything, but she couldn't. Her dad was pretty much right. If she wasn't at school than she was out with her friends. That still didn't mean he could yell at her like that and just throw anything he wanted in her room just to make a point. All she could do was just tuck her hair behind her and glare at him.

Tucking her hair behind her ear when she was mad was something she had done ever since she was little... This time though she didn't realize that it pretty much looked like she was flaunting her new piece of jewelry in his face. Almost like she was saying 'I'm an adult. A FULLY grown adult.'

"I'm going to bed," Valerie was done talking to him. She turned to leave his room so she could clear off her bed and attempt to sleep. Maybe in the morning he would be more tolerable.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George had had enough. Without thinking he grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the room. "I won't yell at you like you're twelve it you don't act like you're twelve!" he said low and fierce through his teeth.

"I know you're in school, and I know you're making new friends and having new experiences and all that's great, but there's work to be done! Two people live in this house, and there are things that have to happen for them to live right. And picking up your share of the load is what's needed! You want to be a grown-up? Well, doing what needs doing before you have fun is what grown-ups do!

He pulled her down the hall to her room, stopped in the doorway, and shoved her inside. Waving his arms at the pots and pans, he said, "How many are there? How long could it possibly take to do them? We even have a dishwasher, for Chirst's sake! But you can't spare twenty minutes to unload it and load it? You're too busy hanging out, and playing stupid video games, and getting some God-awful ornament in your ear!"

He seized her earlobe with the new piercing, not hard, but just in frustration. "What the hell has gotten into you lately? I don't even know who you are anymore! Once upon a time you did what you knew needed doing, and now? Now you're out running around. And these clothes you're starting to wear! Are you practicing for a career as a street-walker or something? And look at this room!"

He swept his arm around to indicate the drawers hanging half-open, clothes strewn about, a half-empty bag of Cheetos on the floor. "Would it kill you to pick something up every now and then? Maybe run a vacuum? Jesus, even dogs don't crap where they sleep!"

 

[Cherrybomb400]

"Oh my god, just stop it! JUST SHUT UP!" She spat back at him as she pushed his hand away from her ear. Why was he still going on with this.

Valerie felt herself starting to shake as adrenaline started to go through her, pushing her to continue. "You dig and dig! You made your stupid fucking point, but that's not enough for you is it!? Why do you feel the need to make me feel like utter shit?" she asked him. It seemed like no matter what she did, he was just never happy or didn't approve of what she decided to do.

"And yeah, 'Once upon a time' I did the good girl routine. I had to since mom left us! That meant I couldn't do the same things that other girls were doing my age. I couldn't go to Girl Scouts or take dance lessons. I had to come home and learn how to make dinner because we didn't have anyone else!"

Things were really hard on the both of them after her mom left, it meant changes for both of them just to make things work. Valerie didn't really get a chance to do any of the things she listed because her dad worked hard for both of them, and there wasn't anyone else in their lives that could help him out with her (no one near by anyway).

After the words left her mouth, she realized that part of her blamed her dad... and even though she was mad and they were fighting, the thought made her more upset at herself and she briefly reevaluated everything.

"I... I..." Valerie was starting to lose her steam. She didn't want to fight anymore. The anger left her face as she looked up at her dad and felt the first tear slip down her face. She quickly wiped it from her face but more just kept coming. She couldn't find anymore words, there wasn't anything else left to say. The only thing she could do what hold her breath and try to keep from sobbing.

Suddenly she felt like she was a child again, feeling the pain when her father told her that her mother was gone. Valerie didn't want to admit it, but thinking about how her mom just left still hurt her.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George saw the tears, even though she tried to hide them, and his anger melted like frost on a warm summer day. "Oh, kitten," he crooned, using her childhood nickname, something he tried to avoid now that she was grown. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry..."

He stepped forward and folded her in his arms, putting her head to his chest. Upwelling tenderness overwhelmed him. I'm such an ass... he thought as he cradled her. "There, now...it's okay...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have done this, and I shouldn't have yelled at you. Forgive me? Please?"

 

[Cherrybomb400]

As soon as her father pulled her against him she just let everything lose. She cried into his chest and held onto him tightly. It felt like one of those cries you have after everything had been bottled up for too long. Soon her cries lessened to a soft whimper but the tears were still coming.

"I'm sorry too," she spoke softly. It had been a while since they were this close. When was the last time the two of them hugged? It seemed to long ago. Being held now felt comforting, even though only moments before they were ready to kill each other.

She really had been a terrible daughter. It wasn't all bad being raised by her dad, or at all really. When he could he helped her with her homework, she even begged him to braid her hair. They even had nights where they built blanket forts in the living room (all according to Valerie's design of course) sit inside and ate pizza as they watched movies. Valerie missed those days.

She sighed softly, finally feeling calm as the two of them were still holding each other.

 

[BurningMonkey]

As she grew calmer, George's sadness and protective feelings began to subside...and other began to grow...

She was so warm, and soft, and pressed against him in just the right way. His robe had gapped open somewhat in all the uproar, and now her bare cheek was pressed against his bare chest, and it burned him like a brand. His hand had found its way to the shoulder bared by her ridiculous baggy top, and now was moving idly--or maybe not so idly--across her bare skin, brushing over the silky strap of her bra...

As they continued to stand holding each other, a small panic began to grow, and increased with every passing moment. He was stiffening, acutely aware of the length of her pressed against him, her moderate but very nice young breasts mashed against him, the warmth of her thighs along his...he was starting to stiffen God, I hope she doesn't notice! and an urge was building, the urge to mash a passionate kiss on her lips, fondle and squeeze her boobs, throw her down on the bed and pull off those silly tight jeans and...

"Uh, kitten?" he said, breaking the hug to give himself some breathing room, mentally and physically. "Um, your bed is a mess, and you have to get up early for class. Would you...would you like to sleep in mine tonight? I can take the couch. We can clean all this up tomorrow after we both get home."

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie quietly nodded, thankful that she wasn't going to have to take care of the mess right now. After George left the room, she changed into her pjs, which was a pair of grey sweatpants with this crotchet looking lace on the sides and a "Hogwarts Academy" shirt. She wiped all the makeup off of her face, pulled her hair into two low pony tails so her hair wouldn't get knotted.

Before she walked out of the room, she heard a soft meow as her cat came out of the closet. Prince was the very definition of 'scardie-cat'. He probably hid when Valerie first started yelling. Gently she petted the purring cat. Normally they would cuddle at night, but she doubted her father would allow Prince in his room. "You are on your own tonight buddy." The response she got was another meow that sounded like a whine.

When she was finally ready for bed, she hugged her dad good night again, completely oblivious to the effect her body had on him. "Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed tonight... I'll come home right after school tomorrow." The house was going to need a lot of work.

She kissed his cheek, and afterwards felt a tiny bit awkward by doing the action, "Night," and then went into his room and slipped under the covers.

(Kinda rushed this, apologies for misspelling and the like)

 

[BurningMonkey]

George said, "Night," in return, and wrapped his robe more tightly around his beginning-again erection. It had softened and relaxed while he was in the hallway waiting for her to change, but the sight of her in only a t-shirt and sweats, and in particular the hug, had started it up again.

God help me... he thought as he descended the stairs to the living room where the couch beckoned. He settled the blanket and pillow he'd brought, sank onto the cushions, and set himself to sleep.

But he couldn't sleep. Images of Valerie in a t-shirt and no bra, her nipples tenting the front, kept swimming through his mind, causing him to toss and turn. He couldn't banish them, no matter how hard he tried. He tried thinking about work, and what he had to do the next day, and started to drift off, but as soon as he drifted off she was there, and he was awake again.

Maybe if I beat off... he thought. Many was the time he'd used self-manipulation to relax and sleep in the past when something was bothering him. So he dug his hard-on out and began stroking, using the already-leaking pre-cum as lubrication...

Suddenly he remembered: He usually got up first, and woke Valerie by knocking repeatedly on her door. She was a sound sleeper, and the few attempts they'd made to find her an alarm clock that would actually get her up and moving hadn't worked, so they'd worked out this compromise for the moment. He would continue knocking until she actually got out of bed and opened the door. It wasn't ideal, but it was working for the moment.

But his alarm clock was still upstairs. In his bedroom. Where his daughter was sleeping. Soundly. Very soundly.

He was torn, and waffled back and forth agonizingly. He couldn't afford to be late to work, so he needed the alarm. But he feared going into the bedroom with her there at the moment. But he needed the alarm. But he was afraid...

Finally he threw off the blanket and got up. He'd just pop in and out of the bedroom, grab the clock, and leave. That's all. Just pop in and out. Nothing to it...

He went up the stairs as quietly as he could, stood for a moment outside the door, then opened it and stepped inside the darkened room.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

With the dark room, Valerie was already deep in sleep. The thick covers laid on top of her as the pillow cradled her head. As the door opened, light flooded the darkness and illuminated her face. With closed eyes and parted lips, she breathed in softly and silently breathed out.

Within the darkness, sat the alarm clock on the night stand, the face gave a soft glow revealing the hour. As time ticked on, Valerie was falling deeper into sleep which was pretty deep as far as teenagers go. As her father was merely a few feet away, she rolled onto her back and pushed down the covers from her chest. Her T-shirt was bunched up beneath her breasts, exposing her abdomen.

As she laid there, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took, Valerie was dreaming. She dreamed that Ryan and her were together, in his dorm room. Valerie was on top of his bed as his hands were traveling over her body. She responded to his touch, sighing softly as he kissed her neck. Valerie would never allow them to get carried away, she wasn't on the pill and she hadn't been ready to give that part of herself to him yet (they weren't even officially together). In the dream though, in the dream she had no problem letting him touch her breasts, pull her top up to lick her nipples as his hand gently put pressure between her legs.

Outside of the dream, Valerie groaned softly as her back arched up so slightly. Her nipples started to bud beneath her top, beckoning to be touched.

 

[BurningMonkey]

George stood in the darkness, paralyzed by her nearness. He had intended to just pop in, grab the alarm, and pop out, but when she rolled over in her sleep to expose her belly, he froze, riveted. So beautiful, and such an enticing form...

She wore no bra; he could tell as she moaned by the way her nipples poked up, tenting the fabric of the tt-shirt. She arched her back weakly and moaned again. Holy shit! he thought. Is she having a wet dream??

It was too much. Softly, oh so softly, he reached down to place his hand on her abdomen, watching and waiting to see if she would wake at the touch. Instead, she did a half-stretch and an "mmmm" escaped her lips. Encouraged by her seeming continued sleep, he slowly, slowly traced his hand up her belly, higher and higher, finally slipping it beneath the hem of the shirt to rest, cupped, around her breast.

Oh, God... he thought, Oh, God, oh, God, oh God..." He slowly, gently, softly began to knead and caress that lovely, warm, soft, yielding orb, tracing his fingertips around the stiff little nipple, feeling the tiny goosebumps raised on her areole...

Without seeming volition he placed his other hand where the first had started, but moved it south, creeping under the waistband of the sweatpants, lower and lower... he expected to encounter fluffy pubic hair, and planned to stop there, but he encountered...nothing. She was bald as a cue ball down below.

When the hell did that happen? he wondered. Did she shave? Wax? When had she started? Was his little girl getting all grown-up girl ideas about sex and boys and such? His hand slid lower, and lower, down into the valley between her thighs until it encountered what he knew must be her sex. Softly, gently, tenderly, he began to massage her lips and just lightly touch her clit, while at the other end his fingers continued their dance around and across her firm young tits...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

In Valerie's dream, Ryan's hands felt much different. They felt strong yet gentle at the same time, and knew just how to touch and tease her. Shame the dream version of him couldn't train the real Ryan. The real Ryan was too eager and would pinch and squeeze her body too hard. Now it was easy to relax, to just let his hands play with her body.

Valerie's eyes stayed shut as George continued to explore her body. She wouldn't wake, and even if she did she would just open her eyes for a moment and then go right back to sleep. Though her mind was asleep, her body was very much awake and responsive to his touch. As he continued to caress her breast, her hand moved up and gently laid over his. Then as she felt his hand slip between her legs, she opened them.

Valerie had started waxing in the summer. The first time she shaved, but she couldn't stand how irritated her skin was the next day. So she and her girlfriends would get waxed once a month. The benefits was that she was smoother for longer, which she liked a lot.

When George's fingers found her slit, she was already starting to get wet. When he touched her clit she groaned softly as her head shifted on her pillow.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Oh God oh God oh God... raced through his mind. This was wrong. This was so wrong, on so many levels, but he couldn't stop himself. He found that she was wet; she opened her legs acceptingly; she moaned and arched her back...

His finger slid along the lips of her vagina, grazing across the tip of the clitoris on each stroke. As her juices began to flow more strongly, he ventured to slip it between the folds, riding now in the channel, a glancing pass over the opening to her inner sanctum on each pass, now ending with a more concentrated fingering of that swollen little bud...

His own erection was almost more than he could take; the slight friction of his boxers against the head and sides of his shaft kept driving him closer and closer to the edge. Soon he would fall over it, regardless of what he did. He tried to think about plumbing, about mowing the lawn, all the tricks that he used to use to hold off when he was younger, but to no avail--the crest kept creeping nearer, and nearer...

He spread his index and ring fingers to capture her bliss-button, gliding and sliding now along both sides, pinching inward to add pressure as well as friction. She was moaning louder, moving more... God, please please please don't let her wake up...

 

[Cherrybomb400]

A Simple Request

Valerie's body would respond with each touch. When he squeezed her breast, she pushed her chest up into his hand. His fingers spread her lips, she would shift on the bed, spread her legs wider for him. As 'Ryan' would tease her body, she would moan and whimper softly as she felt the waves of pleasure rise through her body. It was starting to feel really warm and her neck and cheeks started to flush.

Still deep in sleep, Valerie's hand slid up 'Ryan's' arm, to his shoulder, and then rested on the back of his neck. She wanted more than just his hands teasing her body. She wanted his mouth to crush against hers as he brought her to the edge, which was definitely building. Her pussy was soaked and begging for more. With every rock of her hips, she was trying to keep in line with his finger against her clit. Valerie wanted to cum so badly, and at this rate it felt like she would cum long and hard.

Gently she tried to pull him down closer to her. As his finger rubbed her swollen clit she shuddered and her fingers dig into George's robe. "Please," she moaned softly, "Kiss me..." Pulling more, she guided him closer to her face. "Kiss me and make me cum." Even though it was a dream, Valerie still felt embarrassed for asking exactly what she wanted. It just felt so very real...

 

[BurningMonkey]

He increased the pressure slightly on her swollen clit as she inexorably pulled his face down closer to hers. Her hips were arching now to meet his stroke, and her breathing was becoming labored. She would cum soon. Dared he kiss her, as she asked? Would that wake her? She seemed still deep in sleep, but her body was twisting and arching with lust and desire...

His mind awash and soaked in equal parts panic and lust, he bent closer, and closer. Her lips in the dim light looked oh, so kissable--soft, pliant, warm. "Kiss me and make me cum," she whispered. God oh God oh God... he thought.

As he bent over her, he could feel the back of her hand and wrist where it lay on the edge of the bed brushing against his erection. Much more of that casual contact and he would cum himself, and then what? He'd make a mess, and how to explain it? But he was caught in a vice, helpless to do anything but continue to massage her pussy and knead her breast.

Finally he surrendered to what seemed the inevitable, and planted his lips firmly on hers, thrusting his more than eager tongue into her warm and willing mouth.

 

[Cherrybomb400]

Valerie's arms wrapped around George's neck as she dreamed that it was Ryan kissing her. She moaned happily into his mouth as their tongues proceeded to caress and flick against the other. Something was different, but since it was a dream Valerie didn't care too much.

As he continued to touch and tease her, she pulled him closer towards her until his chest was against hers, pressing onto her young breasts. Her body started to stiffen as her hips pushed up into his hand. She was going to cum, and she wanted to do badly. Valerie wanted Ryan to climb right onto her and fuck her right then and there like an animal. Part of her just wanted him to take her whether she wanted it or not, but in the real world she was too nervous and too scared for that just yet.

The thought of him fucking her tight virgin pussy as he played with her clit was enough to push her over the edge. As her upper back arched, her lips broke from her father's as her orgasm caused her body to shake and cry out in pleasure. For a brief moment her eyes opened. She wasn't awake, her eyes quickly closed again as she laid on the mattress panting.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Holy sweet Jesus!! George thought as he watched his little girl spasm in her climax. Hot, hot, HOT!!

It was too much. He could feel his own orgasm starting, like a rock balanced on a hill; he tried manfully to keep it from tipping, but... too late. There was no stopping it. It rose like a volcanic eruption from his groin into his cock and exploded...

Not on the bed! Christ, not on the bed! And not on HER!! he thought as the sperm spewed from the end of his hot stiff rod. He would never be able to explain it. He wrapped his hand around it, capturing his boxers, and let it shoot and spill into the fabric pocket it formed. It was going to be a mess, and he'd have to wash them out before he went to bed so they didn't harden...

When the peak had passed, he slowly straightened, shaking, released his now-spent dick, and weakly walked silently to the dresser drawer and pulled out a clean pair. As he was turning to leave, he noticed the alarm clock, the ostensible reason he'd come in here. With a trembling hand he picked it up, and after one last look at his sweet daughter, now satiated and drifting into innocent sleep, he exited and went straight to the bathroom.

As he rinsed the thick semen from his soiled shorts, he cast his mind back over the events of the last few minutes. She'd been dreaming, that much was given. But of whom? Was his little girl sexually active? Did she have a boyfriend she "did things" with? Was she even still a virgin?

Her pussy was bald, he'd discovered; girls didn't usually do that, he thought, unless it was for a boy, or at least potentially for a boy...or maybe boys, plural? Was there more than one? Was she playing around? Was she "loose", as the term was in his day?

He hardly could credit the possibility, but he didn't really know her, anymore...she could be a completely different person when she was away from him. He knew he had always maintained his upright appearance in his parents' eyes, even as he was trying to get into as many panties as he could, any way he could, at her age. Was it always this way with sons and daughters and their parents--active, but not wanting them to know?

And what about YOU? his mind said. What was that, just now? You finger-fucked your own daughter! Shame and lust mingled in equal parts in his brain: shame that he could do such a thing, and lingering lust over the sweet feel of her young tender flesh under his hands, the way she squirmed in arousal and pleasure, the way she arched her back and cried out when orgasm overtook her...

Shaken and terribly, terribly confused, he hung the shorts over the shower rod and made his way back downstairs to the couch. Setting the alarm clock on the end table, he composed himself for sleep, though he knew it would be long in coming.