Sandy and I felt abandoned. Neither of us knew why Karin - her mother and my wife - had left. We’d been a happy family for the past eighteen years and a happy couple for the past twenty, but for the past five months my now ex-spouse Karin had been off gallivanting with a surfer dude about twenty years younger than her. That left my Sandy and me to fend for ourselves. Karin hadn’t even bothered to call us for the past month, and we had no idea how to reach her. All we knew was that she had decided to leave us in search for a new life.
“We’ll be OK, Daddy”, Sandy had said to me, “I can cook and clean and you can do the groceries and take the garbage out.”
We made a good team and I was proud of my daughter. So far it had worked out pretty well with both of us pulling our weight whenever and wherever needed. Sandy had a lot of common sense and worldly know-how, but I knew that she missed her mother as much as I did. She seemed somewhat more fragile than she had been when we were a real family, seeking greater intimacy with me now that her mother was gone. I tried to console her as much as possible, letting her know that I loved her and that I wouldn’t run away from one day to the next like her mother. She put on a brave front, insisting that we get on with the daily chores while trying to ignore what had happened.
That night in April, I woke up at about 2AM, the wind howling outside. I could hear the trees rustling and the whistling sound of the air as it passed through every crack in the building. I knew there was going to be a major storm, so I got up and closed all the windows before returning to bed.
“I’m scared.” Sandy whispered to me from across the darkness of my room, just minutes later. I could only just see her silhouette standing at the foot of the bed, but I knew from the tone of her voice that she needed reassurance.
“There’s nothing to be scared about,” I told her calmly, “It’s just a storm. It will pass soon.”
Just as I had finished my sentence a lightning bolt struck nearby, followed by a huge boom which shook the house. I was shocked at how close and powerful the storm appeared to be, but I tried to keep my composure despite the fact that she probably couldn’t even see me in the darkness.
Sandy shrieked, and after a few moments asked “Is it OK if I sleep next to you?”
Her question wasn’t really a question, as any father should know. My daughter was distressed and in need of someone to protect her. Still, I felt uneasy about her sleeping beside me for the simple reason that she was female, very attractive and already too close to me for comfort. I certainly wasn’t oblivious to her as she grew up, having seen her hips widening and her breasts growing over the past few years. Her development as a young woman was probably typical, although I felt that somehow I had to try harder than most fathers to not be attracted to their daughters. Sandy was simply beautiful to me, with her long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, a slim body and yet fairly large breasts. I had to keep myself in check.
“OK.” I answered positively, shifting over in the double-bed until I was practically half-falling over the edge.
Sandy slipped under the covers, curling herself up into the fetal position, her back turned to me. A few minutes later she was fast asleep, despite the ongoing storm. I stayed awake for about hour while the sound of the wind subsided and then finally also fell asleep.
When I woke up at about 6AM, I realized that Sandy had moved over to my side of the bed. She was still in the same sleeping position, her back turned to me, but now I had my left arm around her waist with my hand placed just under her breasts, just as I had often slept with Karin, spooning her. I was both shocked and excited at discovering how we had unknowingly managed to end up in such an intimate position. I gently removed my arm and slid out of bed before retiring to the couch in the living room, but not before noticing that my cock was stiffer than I could remember in many years. I wondered what else might have happened while we were sleeping, but felt assured that nothing wrong had gone on between us.
“What are you doing here?” Sandy asked, placing a cup of coffee on the table next to me.
“Oh, nothing”, I said, “I thought I was awake, but finally I needed some more rest.”
I didn’t want to tell her that she had taken more space than was comfortable, and certainly didn’t want to tell her that I’d woken up with my arms around her and a stiffy between my legs.
She sat down on the adjacent couch wearing the pink pajama set her mother had given her for her sixteenth birthday. She looked adorable and well rested. As we sat there discussing the day ahead, my mind was constantly drifting to having just spent half a night in bed with my daughter, how innocent it had started and yet how naughty it had ended, at least for me.
Sandy seemed oblivious to her nocturnal antics, but I was jealous of her boyfriends. She didn’t have one at that moment, having broken up with Jeff a few months ago and declaring that she didn’t need any more men in her life.
For the next couple of days and nights we got on with business as usual. Sandy went to school during the day, and I worked from home. In the evening, we cooked together, did the household chores and watched television. Even though we were back in father-daughter teaming mode, I hadn’t forgotten the events of two nights prior, and felt particularly disturbed when Sandy suggested sleeping in my bed once again, because apparently her own bed just wasn’t good enough.
“I’ve been sleeping in that bed for years,” she said, “It’s too small and uncomfortable.”
“Sandy, I know it’s about time you had a new one.” I answered.
She was right. She was still sleeping in the same bed as we had bought her when she was about five years old. The mattress wasn’t high quality and the springs had taken their toll. In fact, I felt somewhat ashamed of the shabbiness of it all.
“I’ll buy you a new bed as soon as possible.” I continued, “But for now you’ll have to put up with it.”
Sandy knew that on my tight budget it was likely to take few months before I could afford to buy a new bed, making it clear to me that she wasn’t willing to wait that long. She looked at me, pouting.
“But Daddy, it’s OK if I sleep next to you.” She said, “Now that Mommy’s gone, there’s plenty of room.”
Again, I didn’t want to go into my deviant thoughts about the matter. I figured that if I won the next contract I could afford a new bed for her, and in the meantime I would just have to put up with her sleeping beside me, hoping that we wouldn’t get into a mess, or worse, that I would wake up holding her again. I had considered sleeping on the couch, but I knew from experience that it was bad for my back, just as it had been the other day when she found me there. Besides, I kept telling myself that there was nothing inherently wrong with it, per se. I would just have to be careful.
As I lay there reading my book in the dimness of the bedside lamp, Sandy came into the room wearing a short white cotton nightdress with puffy sleeves. It was so short that I caught a glimpse of her matching white cotton panties before she slipped into the bed beside me. I felt a twitch in my groin, but I tried to ignore it.
“Good night, Daddy”, she smiled at me, leaning toward me for a peck on the cheek.
I kissed her goodnight, after which she turned her back to me and laid down to sleep. I looked over at her a few times while I read, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow, her sweet neck and ears exposed as though they were waiting to be nibbled. She reminded me of Karin and the times I had seduced her into having sex just by teasing her. I would start by giving her a neck massage for several minutes, followed by kissing her neck and biting her ears just enough to let her know that I wanted her badly.
I turned over, my back to her back, and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night I woke up. Sandy was talking in her sleep and writhing about in the bed. At first I thought she was having a nightmare, but I quickly realized that she was just dreaming and talking in her sleep.
“Yes, that’s nice.” She said, “Keep doing that.”
I turned around slowly in bed to see what was going on. I could barely make her out in the darkness, but I could see that she was lying on her back with the covers down, and was stroking herself. My daughter was masturbating herself in my bed!
“Mmm, that’s nice”, she continued, “I like it.”
I had no idea who she was talking to. It could have been an ex-boyfriend, a potential lover, perhaps a teacher, or a fictitious character. In any case, whoever it was, that person was the luckiest man in the world. I, on the other hand, was a horny and embarrassed father. I felt ashamed for having these wanton feelings, and yet I was too sexually excited to ignore them completely.
As I turned away from her to try to get back to sleep, I felt a little bundle of cotton on the pillow. I took it in my hands, immediately realizing that it was Sandy’s panties, which she had obviously removed prior to pleasuring herself. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled her sweet scent, tugging gently at my shaft while I listened to her having dream-sex with her partner. She continued to moan for a few minutes, after which she settled down. I sniffed and licked silently at the gusset of her panties, and then shot my load beneath the sheets.
The next morning, I felt terribly guilty about having virtually fucked my daughter, but Sandy was in good spirits, telling me that she hadn’t slept that well for years. She said that she was so happy that she couldn’t care less if I bought her another bed or not. She was quite content to sleep in her parents bed, “at least until Daddy has another partner”, she added.
“I don’t think it’s healthy.” I said, trying to find a way to tell her that it was too close for comfort.
“Who cares about the experts!” she declared, “What do they know?”
I knew I was fighting a losing battle with my weak arguments, so finally I just told her that I’d prefer that she didn’t sleep next to me. She didn’t seem to understand, asking me what was wrong, whether she’d been moving around too much, or perhaps snoring. I declined to comment, just stating once again that I would buy her a new bed as quickly as possible, and that for the time being she would have to stay in her own room. She looked at me as though I was an ogre, but I stood my ground and finally she agreed that it was just a temporary situation. She wasn’t happy though, I could tell.
That night I went to bed early. I was exhausted at the events of the past few days and looking forward to a good night’s rest. As usual, I read for a while, waiting to hear Sandy going to bed, then turned off the light and rolled over.
At first I thought it was Karin. I was still in semi-sleep, enjoying the attention as she slid her hand up and down my shaft from behind me. I could feel the warmth of her breasts pressing against my upper back, her pubis against my buttocks, and her smooth-shaven legs entwined with mine. She stroked me gently, her slender fingers teasing the head of my cock. I was rock hard and yet not ready to wake up, the softness of her touch allowing me to enjoy the moment without stirring.
“Daddy?” she asked, “Are you awake?”
If I hadn’t been awake before, I certainly was now. Sandy continued to stroke me while she asked me a question.
“Do you love me?” she continued.
“Of course I love you”, I said. “What are you doing?”
“I’m showing you how much I love you.” She whispered, “Show me how much you love me.”
With that, Sandy moved over on top of me and gave me a deep kiss. I knew what we were doing was wrong, very wrong. I also knew that it was exactly what I wanted deep inside me. I kissed her back, rolling my tongue over hers as we embraced passionately. Her breasts rubbed against my chest and I could feel her silky thighs gliding over mine, our sexes closer than they had ever been before. I could also feel that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. My heart was pounding at the thought of what was happening.
Sandy lifted herself up, straddled over my chest and then kneeled over my face. I couldn’t see her properly in the darkness, but I could tell that she was clean-shaven as I licked her mound. Her pussy was tight, with tiny lips. I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but she was still my little girl. I savored the sweetness of her juices as she rocked gently back and forth over my face in rhythm with my darting tongue. After a few minutes she stayed still as I flicked her clitoris until she came.
“Now my turn”, she said, crawling backwards in the bed until her head came level with my throbbing cock.
I could hardly describe how it felt to have Sandy suck me off. She certainly hadn’t taken lessons from her mother, simply because there was no comparison. I had always thought Karin was pretty good, but Sandy’s technique was outstanding. She gobbled my entire shaft, making me feel like I was going to cum at every second, and yet she somehow knew how to back off before I exploded in her mouth. It was like a roller-coaster ride of exhilarating sensations. I felt her lips gliding over me, the suction as she drew me within her mouth, her throat swallowing the head of my shaft, and the slow release as she felt me swelling from each successive mouthful.
Having got her fill of teasing me, Sandy pulled herself up sat down firmly on my cock, but at first she slipped off. It wasn’t easy to enter her. She was quite tight. After a few attempts, however, she managed to get my cock head inside her, and within a few moments she eased down slowly until she was firmly seated, the entire length of my shaft inside her.
“You’re big!” she gasped.
“You’re small!” I replied.
We laughed and stayed like that for a short while, until she felt comfortable. Sandy then moved up and down, gaining momentum as our sexes glided together. I could feel every ridge inside her as she rode me, the tightness of her pussy squeezing delectably against my throbbing rod. I reached up and took hold of her firm perky breasts, moving my hips in unison with her as she bucked over me.
“Fuck me, Daddy!” she exclaimed, “I want you to fucking fuck me!”
I’d never heard Sandy speak like that before, and I didn’t usually approve of such language, but under the circumstances it was a major turn-on.
“Fuck your little whore of a daughter!” she yelled, riding me faster.
“I’m you’re little cum slut!”
“Cum inside me, Daddy!”
“I’m your dirty little bitch!”
“I want to be Daddy’s favorite little cum slut bitch!”
She threw her head backwards as she continued to bounce up and down on my cock. I couldn’t hold myself any longer and shot a huge stream of cum deep inside her. That set her off, her taught lower tummy contracting and expanding as she came.
She collapsed on top of me, giving me a kiss, and then pulled herself off my shaft and rolled over.
“Is it OK if I sleep with you tonight?” she asked quietly before turning over on her side.
The question didn’t need an answer.
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