Daddy’s Love

We all have those times when, as a loving daughter and father, we get close to each other and share intimate moments. It’s an extension of our love for each other and I have always loved cuddling up to my dad while watching the television for as long as I remember.Though, recently, my mind has been whirling with thoughts that I shouldn’t be entertaining. At sixteen and a half, we still cuddle on the sofa while mum prefers to sit on the chair to one side of us. My dad often strokes my legs or the side of my waist and the latter often sends me into tickling fits as we end up in a mess of arms and legs. We normally fall back into giggling fits after mum has scolded us and told us to be quiet. Dad often resorts to gentle caresses on my legs when this happens.But those soft strokes of his hand feel so wonderful. His touch has started to make my body respond. When he touches me now I can feel my nipples stiffen. I don’t think it’s sexual, but I can’t help feeling there is something more than just – this is my little girl.Now and then mum would have her say; tell us that I’m getting too old to be cuddled on the sofa. It’s not my fault she doesn’t want to be in my position – is it!I’ve started wearing short skirts far more these days. I’ve started feeling sexy about myself. It must be the hormones kicking in – and I’ve been naughty.Over the past few months, I’ve been teasing my dad. Bending over in front of him to pick something off the floor, something I accidentally dropped there in the first place. I’ve been bending over in front of him to show off my nipples too, it’s just a shame that my breasts are underdeveloped and I would like to have more bulge in that department. They’re coming along though.The one thing I do when I’m next to him on the sofa is let his hands do what they want. When daddy strokes my skin it feels so nice. I end up closing and opening my eyes when he touches certain parts that make me shiver.One evening when mom left the room, I felt daddy’s hand ride up my skirt. My eyes closed involuntarily and my mouth opened slightly. I was staring at the television but not seeing anything. I was waiting and waiting. The palm of his hand followed my thigh and I could feel his fingers caress the front as his hand moved upwards. I swear he touched the crease of my panties with his fingertips. I was waiting – no, desperate for his fingers to push underneath them.I was too afraid to move, I didn’t want to change the dynamic in case he stopped but I was loving every touch, every bahis şirketleri caress, every tingle in every part of my body. Underneath me, I could something stiffen and harden and I knew exactly what it was.He stopped immediately when mum entered the room. His hand was back on my hips and on the outside of my skirt. I watched her, eagle-eyed, as she sat on the chair with her cup of tea and plate of biscuits. She had asked us whether we would like anything but I think we both knew that if we had said yes, then we would have had to have moved.At that moment, I swore never to wear panties while on the sofa with my dad again.It was a few days later, when mum was out, that dad suggested we watch a film. He let me choose, and so we ended up on the sofa watching the Empire Strikes Back for one important reason: neither of us needed to watch the movie as we knew it off by heart.Dad had asked me to sit on his lap and I did so while reclining myself across the arm of the sofa. We watched the movie unfold, the ice planet looked cold and unforgiving. I soon felt my dad’s hand on my legs as they stroked them softly. I had positioned myself so that my elbows were somewhere in the vicinity of his groin and I waited patiently to feel something.Over the last four months, we just seemed to be closer to each other, more comfortable than most daughter-father relationships were. We were more accepting of each other and, at least on my part, more flirtatious like I was awakening to something good – maybe it was the force, who knows?I felt his hand slowly rise along my thigh and a smile broke out on my face. I could imagine his whole body stiffening when he found out. I watched the film work its way to the point where Luke was stretching his mind to reach his lightsaber. That was the moment when daddy’s fingers should have touched my knickers, that’s when he should have felt the cotton fabric and followed it towards my crotch.Instead, he felt the creased skin between my thigh and tummy. I felt his fingers stop but I didn’t want them to stop, I wanted them to continue. I let out a little moan and was on the verge of doing something extremely naughty. I bit my lip, closed my eyes. I twisted my body slightly on his lap; pressing my hand into his groin for stability. I felt his hard cock underneath his clothes.With my left leg out straight and my right curled upwards towards my chest, I felt his hand slip between my thighs. It rested there for a few moments too long as far as I was concerned. I studied bahis firmaları the film.We didn’t utter a single word between us. I don’t think we needed to somehow, we both knew what we were doing at that very moment. I was more than happy to let him continue on his journey for as long as he wanted to. I was in heaven, feeling all those pleasurable pulses course through my body. I waited, patiently, like his good little girl.His hand stroked across my thigh and down between them. Every time he stroked his finger got closer to my pussy.I wasn’t watching the film but I felt I needed to say something so I opened my mouth and said that I loved this part the most. He responded by telling me that it was his favorite part too and that’s when the length of his index finger slipped along my wet slit. I don’t know how he managed to keep it on the outside but he did. I just mewled and at that moment he knew how I felt.There was little pretense after that. He let his finger slide across my slightly hairy pussy. My legs just opened for him, for my daddy. Underneath my body, I could feel the hardness in his cock push against my arms. I wanted to move so that I could grasp his dick but his finger was on the edge of my pussy now and I wanted it to move inside me. I was so desperate for his touch I nearly cried out.I felt him part my lips with his finger. I gasped. I felt him slide his finger down to my open twat. I closed my eyes and waited. I didn’t give a fuck whether Luke would succeed or not, but I desperately wanted my daddy to succeed and shove his finger into my cunt.My body shook as his finger worked its way inside me. The pleasure was unbearable. I wouldn’t be able to withstand it any longer. I was ready to cum.We both jumped out of our skin when we heard someone put a key in the door. Mum had returned home, but at least we were clothed. Dad snatched his hand away in an instant.“Come someone help me with these bags?” Mum’s voice rang out from the hallway, at least her forward motion had stalled. I jumped off the sofa and brushed my dress down and started to make for the hallway door. I could see dad was physically shaken and I noticed the hard-on in his trousers. There was no way he was going to stand up anytime soon.“Coming!” I shouted to mum. Though I desperately wished it was a different sort of cumming and the one I was expecting.I met mum halfway down the hall and busied myself by taking some of the bags from her. By the time we entered the lounge, my dad was looking as guilty as fuck, kaçak bahis siteleri his face flushed red in embarrassment. I helped mum place the bags on the dining room table.Dad had finally risen from his seat and made his way to the kitchen.“Tea?” he shouted as he rounded the doorway.“Yes, please,” responded my mum.I followed him, caught up with him as he was pouring the water into the kettle. I reached out for his hand, raised it to my mouth, and sucked greedily on the finger that he had pushed up me.“Trust me, you don’t want that smelling right now,” I told him.We stared at each other for what seemed like ages. My mum had flopped herself down on the chair. I will never understand how she couldn’t smell the atmosphere that we had created in that room. To me, it was so obvious.That day could have gone one of two ways: we could have stopped our shenanigans altogether, or we could carry on. We seemed to do neither, at first.For a whole week, I never sat on dad’s lap or draped my body across his while watching television in the evening and yet we did everything we could to tease each other. I would often brush past him in the kitchen making sure that my bottom touched his. I would bend over whenever convenient without wearing any panties. On one occasion, my mum was at the kitchen filling some pots with water, I sat on the high chair behind her but hidden from her view by the high table and my dad was standing in the doorway. I was facing him while all three of us chatted away about how my schooling was going. I opened my thighs, slipped my finger between my cunt and started rubbing it while he watched me.“School’s fine,” I said, “At least I’m learning how to behave and be a nice little girl so that you won’t be ashamed of me when I grow up.”There were so many wrongs between my words and my actions that caused my dad to laugh out loud. I certainly wasn’t ashamed of what I was doing. I watched dad’s face melt when he saw what a nice little girl I had become. Mum told me not to be so sarcastic as she filled one pot with potatoes and the other with swede. I got up to leave the kitchen and leaned into dad as I left.“I’m still waiting to be fucked!” I whispered in his ear as I left.At night, in that lonely bed, I would push my fingers into my cunt thinking they belonged to him. I don’t know how many times I brought myself off thinking about my dad. My schoolwork suffered a little but only because I was listening to them talking downstairs while I wanted him in my bedroom fondling me; shoving his fingers deep into me. It was torture being in the same house as them sometimes and yet I knew that he must feel scared and insecure. Getting caught must have been high on his mind even before mum nearly walked in on us.