When I came back from the bathroom wearing a robe, Stefan was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard. His head was down, almost resting on his chest, and he was snoring softly. The big guy was dead tired. He couldn’t even wait for me. It was already almost 4 a.m. on Saturday.

At least I was clean, smelling fresh, and relieved after what he had done to me in his bed. It still felt strange, totally absurd. Who would’ve thought my dreams would come true so fast? And it was supposed to have stayed just a dream. Can you imagine to fuck with your own dad?

I sat curled up next to him, trying not to wake him. I was naked and ready for some hot fuck. A shame, but why complain? What had happened was already more than enough, much more than I’d expected.

I yawned, feeling a heavy weariness. I ended up falling asleep, just like him.

The last thing I remember is burrowing in bed, clutching my pillow, and drifting into a deep sleep. I don’t even know if I dreamed. I was completely out cold.

I only woke up when sunlight came pouring through the bedroom window. I had forgotten to close the curtains, and at this time of year, the sun shines directly onto my bed. I woke up yawning, still half-asleep, you know that feeling where you want to keep sleeping, but something in your brain tells you you’re already awake, and you try to drift back off but can’t? It’s like floating in a swimming pool.

I stayed like that for a while, but with the sunlight hitting my arm, it started to bother me. I ended up opening my eyes. I found myself embracing Stefan’s chest, my head resting on his shoulder. He was still asleep, snoring louder sometimes. It’s funny that when I was struggling to fall back asleep, I didn’t even remember that Stefan was lying next to me. In my mind, he was a boyfriend, a close friend. Except I didn’t have a boyfriend or a close friend I could sleep with.

I gradually started recalling the lewd scenes in the dad’s bedroom. I didn’t want to think too much about it; I didn’t want to get caught up in paranoia, thinking of myself as a clueless bitch who’d ended up letting her father finger her pussy.

I ran my hand over his hairy chest, feeling the hair as I waited for him to wake up. Stefan coughed and yawned, still groggy from sleep. That moment was so nice, being held in the arms of my man. It stayed that way until I mustered the courage to say good morning.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I slept. I think I slept.”

He didn’t even know where he was. The drunkenness had worn off, but he was still out of it. He was slowly piecing together what had happened between us. The funny thing is that, even with that look on his face, like he didn’t understand a thing, his body was getting turned on right in front of me. His cock grew, bulging against his pajama pants.

That made Stefan feel embarrassed. He wanted to change positions, wanted to hide his morning wood. Especially since he had a hard-on right in front of his daughter. But I wouldn’t let him. I didn’t move off his shoulder. Saucy, I ended up resting my head on his chest, watching his cock get hard as a mast.

“Marina, let me get up.”

He asked, and I lifted my head to look into his eyes. He looked scared, even more so with his hair all tousled. I ran my tongue over my lips and pressed my face against his. I kept brushing my lips against his, sometimes licking his lips. The old man started trembling like a little boy.

“Kiss me, Dad.”

He tried to speak, but I stopped him with a peck on the lips. Then our mouths opened, and I slipped my tongue into Stefan’s mouth. Dad was shocked, goosebumps ran all over his body. I seized the moment and untied the drawstring on his sleep shorts. And I slipped my hand in and grabbed Stefan’s cock. Without stopping the kiss, I caressed him like a woman who knows how to please her boo.

It’s true, I woke up feeling a bit wilder than usual. I was horny and couldn't control myself. I firmly grabbed Stefan’s cock and started jerking him off. The man groaned as he felt my cool hand squeeze his cock. He groaned into my mouth, and I did exactly what they like. I started slowly, then picked up the pace, little by little. My movements grew faster, and the heat of his cock warmed my fingers.

“Honey, wait!”

Who said I waited? I gave a mischievous smile and turned my face toward his body. I trailed kisses down his chest until I reached Stefan’s waist. With half his cock exposed, all I had to do was open my mouth to take a delicious cock in my mouth. So good… hmmm… I played with the head as it began to get slick. Then, I used my tongue to lick around the hard shaft before swallowing the hot rod again. It felt thicker.

“Girlie! Dooter!”

Funny how he begged me to stop the blowjob at the same time he was moving his hips, fucking my mouth.

“No, no, no!”

“It’s just a little affection, Dad. You didn’t do it with me because I can’t return the favor?”

He looked at me with wide eyes. It was obvious he thought I was a cheap bitch. His little girl, the little girl he used to hold in his arms and rock to sleep. Then he took me to school and paid my bills. And there I was, giving that man a blowjob.

Stefan’s jaw dropped, looking like he was about to scream. But he swallowed hard, moved away, and sat on the headboard. That funeral-like atmosphere set in. The man kept his head down, staring at his own chest, feeling guilty, as if he’d committed a crime.

I hate it when they act like that. Shit! In the heat of the moment, they just let it happen, but afterward they’re full of guilt and shame. What a pain!

“What’s the problem, Dad? After all, I can’t just give a little affection. The same thing you did to me?

“I don’t want any affection. What happened yesterday was enough. What if your mom, Silvia, finds out?”

“And who says she’ll find out, Dad? It’s just the two of us here. Who’s going to tell her?”

Stefan was disappointed in himself. He looked like he was about to cry, he felt so much regret. If he could, he’d crawl into a hole and disappear. My anger grew, my blood began to boil.

I was incredibly turned on. I just couldn’t stop myself. It wasn’t always like this. In fact, it was rare. But at that moment, I wanted only one thing.

“No, no, no. Wait, wait! What are you doing, Marina? Are you crazy?”

I took off my robe and sat on his lap, completely naked. I exposed my breasts and ground my hips against his, writhing as I felt Stefan’s dick heating my lips, massaging my clit.

The bed began to creak, and my pink nipples hardened. I showed him that my heat was driving me wild for him.

I moved as if we were fucking, but it was also an act of tenderness, a way of saying that everything was fine, that everything was right. No one needs to run away or feel like shit just because they want to fuck with a woman, even if that woman is their daughter.

“Marina… Aaah! Darling.”

“Relax, feel it. It feels so good, feel it, Dad. Forget about everyone else, forget about Mom. It’s just the two of us here, and I know you want this too.”

Stefan’s packing got hard again. He started giving himself to me. Finally, he grabbed my breasts, and he tugged at my nipples just to tease me. He was starting to let go of his shame, showing himself as a man who wanted to fuck with a girl.

I leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. That kind of kiss with licking and biting, while He tortured me with his fingers on my nipples. My cunt started to burn; it felt like a furnace. I kept making Daddy’s cock get wetter and wetter. I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore; I just couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck, stick it in, stick it in.”

“What?”

I lifted my knee a little and pulled his cock hard. Stefan was breathing heavily. I brushed it against my labia, lightly massaged my clit, and forced his shaft inside me.

“Aaaah! Girlie!”

“Don’t call me girlie. Now I’m your woman, Stefan. Enjoy it, hony, taste it. I want to see you satisfied. That’s all, Dad.”

He pulled me into an embrace. I  braced myself on my knees, and the two of us started smashing. Dad’s thick cock was getting to know me from the inside. It was thick and tore into my flesh. A delicious pain. Nothing better than a fuck after waking up.

I was grinding against him while sitting on top, and Daddy was fucking so hard. I don’t know how Mom put up with it. It was driving me crazy. Hungry, the guy grabbed my breasts and sucked on them like a greedy boy. Biting my nipples, playing with them.

He groaned uncontrollably, and I climaxed, a relief. But my body wanted more, much more. I eagerly devoured Stefan’s cock. He gripped me by the hips; I thought he was going to cum, about to fill his girlie with his seed.

I don’t know what happened. Right at the peak, at that moment when men want it most, Stefan decided to have another crisis of conscience. I don’t know why.

He just stopped. I don’t even know how he managed it. He was sweating from his forehead down to his chest. My breasts were still crushed in his hands. And he was muttering that he couldn’t, that it was all wrong.

“What’s the problem, Stefan?”

“It’s wrong, Marina. It’s fucking wrong!”

He was sobbing in anguish.

“Wrong why? Isn’t it good for you? I’m your woman.”

“Stop, Marina, stop!”

I was about to argue back, but I knew my dad. When he gets like this, there’s no point in arguing.

“You couldn’t do this; nothing was supposed to happen.”

He let go of my breasts and stared at the wall, avoiding my gaze.

“I couldn't! You were the one who got jealous when I got home

early this morning. You, Stefan, are the one who started all this.”

“Me! Me, Marina. Look what you’ve done. What we’ve done?”

“Stop it. We’re adults. There’s no need to be embarrassed. It happened. It’s nobody’s fault.”

He clicked his tongue, as he always did when he ran out of arguments. I’d lost my horny in that moment.

“I’d better go back to my room. Excuse me.”

What could I do? I got off him, and he hurried away, slamming the bedroom door hard. Shit! I took a deep breath and pulled my hair back into a bun. I waited for my blood to cool before doing anything stupid, then took another shower just to clear my head and relax.

***

When I got to the living room, he wasn’t there. I went to his room and saw that he’d thrown his pajamas on the messy bed. The guy had bolted like he’d seen the devil. Sometimes they get on my nerves. If I could, I’d tell them all to go screw themselves. They certainly deserve it.

I ended up having my coffee in the kitchen as if a boyfriend had just dumped me. Can you believe it? Usually it’s the girls who bail at the last minute and leave the guys climbing the walls. Unlucky as I am, I managed to find one who’d do that to me.

No wonder Silvia chose to run off with someone else. Stefan is way too complicated. Christ!

***

I was in the kitchen washing the cutlery after the Chinese food I’d ordered. I lost the desire to go out. It was cold, so I had ended up ordering vegetable chop suey.

I heard a muffled noise coming from the living room and had a bad feeling. I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was almost 8:30 p.m. I heard footsteps getting closer; I thought he was going to come into the kitchen. But he headed toward the bedroom. I heard the door lock.

Silly! He is a fool. What is he afraid of? Does he think I’m going to fight with him or yell at him? He doesn’t want that, too bad! I imagined how tense the next few days would be in that house. I even thought about calling Dany or Perla to see if I could stay at one of their apartments for a few days.

While thinking about this, I went back to the living room to watch a movie. I even forgot about Stefan. I found an old movie, one of those comedies that make you laugh for no reason. I didn’t even notice when he walked into the kitchen. Only when he came back, holding a Silver Bullet, and sat down next to me.

He didn’t say a word, just sat down and put his sneakers on the coffee table. And he sat there watching the movie next to me. Wearing gray pants and a short-sleeved dress shirt. Meanwhile, I was bundling up against the cold in a loose, warm, dark blue pullover, socks, and a pair of booty shorts. Well, my legs don’t get that cold. It’s really just my feet and arms. I put my legs up on the couch and covered myself as best I could with the sweater.

“Where did you go?”

He kept drinking without looking at me. He didn’t even seem to be paying attention to what was on TV. If he doesn’t want to talk, we won’t. I know my family well enough not to go around provoking them. I turned my attention back to the movie, laughing at the silly jokes.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him sneak a peek at my legs. He just looked and kept listening to me laugh at the movie. Stefan stepped out to get another bottle, then returned and sat down just as before. I was holding my ankles while sitting on the sofa, and I discreetly let my bare thighs be exposed once more.

He shifted on the couch when he saw my legs. I laughed at the big guy’s discomfort. Stefan cleared his throat and looked at me questioningly.

“What?”

“Nothing, I didn’t say anything.”

I thought he was going to get up and leave, but he just lowered his feet from the edge of the coffee table, setting the bottle next to the other one. We stared at each other. Stefan’s big eyes sparkled, and I found myself biting my lip. The man laughed, the way he always did when he wanted to please me.

“Is that any way a girl should act?!”

“Come on! I’m in my own house. You’re the only one here. What’s the problem?”

I could tell he was just trying to strike up a conversation; it wasn’t like he was actually worried about what I was wearing.

“And why are you dressed like that, man? Put on your pajamas.”

“It’s just that I didn’t want to… you know?”

He felt self-conscious, looking down at his own feet. I burst out laughing. It felt like a joke from the movie.

“Stop being ridiculous, Dad! After… that, what else do you have to hide from me?”

“Oh, me, huh? You… never mind.”

We were silent for a while. I went back to watching the movie, but I’d already missed a part of the story. But that didn’t matter. In fact, I was relieved. All that talk about dressing modestly had been his way of saying he wasn't angry with me. Thank God, it's better this way.

“Who’s that actor?”

“Brendan Fraser, I think.”

“Him? I don’t recognize him.”

Stefan shifted again on the couch. Only then did I realize he was moving closer to me little by little, as if it were nothing. He was just two fingers’ width from my shoulder. He was leaning in a little because of my bent legs.

I slowly straightened my legs so as not to startle him. I stayed facing the TV, but let my shoulder brush against his. A light brush that made Stefan react by pressing his lips together, clearing his throat softly. But he didn’t complain.

Things were going better than I expected. My shyness gave way to comfort. I put my legs back on the sofa, but now on top of his. I slowly tilted my head until it rested on his shoulder. The movie was coming to an end.

Stefan mustered up the courage and placed his hand on my thigh,  like a father caressing his daughter. Or, perhaps, a man showing interest in a woman.

I took a deep breath, and his large hand slid over my thigh. It felt so good it gave me goosebumps. I wanted to look, but I was afraid of missing the moment. Was that his way of saying he was accepting the idea of making me his woman?

I did what came to mind at that moment. I got up and ran to my room. Stefan was confused and tried to argue, but I was faster and went into my room.

It took less than a minute, but he did what you would expect from a worried man. I left the door ajar, and he came in, looking embarrassed and guilty.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, your father isn’t doing well at all. I’m sorry, I was rude to you again.”

And he touched my shoulder. It was the cue I’d been waiting for. I turned around smiling and threw my arms around my man’s neck. I stood on my tiptoes. He looked like he didn’t understand a thing that was going on. He tried to smile, but I didn’t let him. I kissed Stefan the way I like to be kissed. I wanted not only to kiss, but to lie down...