“Wait, that’s why you want to sleep with me?” I asked, aching to keep masturbating. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve heard.”
“Daddy!” she gasped. “Don’t you want to protect your little girl by being her lightning shield?”
I groaned. Her green eyes stared at me. They had a gleam about them in the dark, catching the faint light coming through my window from a streetlamp. I groaned. “Fine.”
“Thank you!” she said. “You won’t even know I’m here.”
Then she rolled over, pressing her rump into my side, and hugged one of my big pillows. Her head resting on it. I just lay beside her, so aware that I was naked. Hard. That her rump was rubbing against me.
I don’t know how long I stared up at the ceiling immobilized by her presence. I swallowed, just wanting to slip out of bed and go to the bathroom. She shifted a few times, her panty-covered rump rubbing on me.
I felt the warmth of her skin. I swallowed. It was growing hot beneath the covers with us both. I should just go to sleep. Or, at least, I should put on some boxers. Cover up. My dick pulsed and throbbed.
Ideas like masturbating flashed through my mind. Stroking off while she slept beside me. And she was sleeping. The lightning hadn’t come back since I agreed to let her stay. Just the rain and the wind. I could hear her shallow, regular breathing.
She was out.
I rolled over onto my side, facing away from her. My dick thrust out before me. I closed my eyes to go to sleep. My dick throbbed. Ached. It demanded of me. There was a girl in the bed. A girl that I could enjoy.
That depraved thought grew and grew in my mind. It itched at my thoughts. I shuddered, my dick pulsing and throbbing. I swallowed, needing to keep this lust from overwhelming me. Just go to bed. Fall asleep.
Her ass rubbed into mine. Plump. Warm. I could just pull her panties to the side and—
“No!” I groaned to the dark at that thought. What sort of sick father was I? That was my daughter. I couldn’t ram my cock into her while she slept.
Other ideas filled my mind. I could just… hump against her ass. Just grinding my cock into her. I could feign I was sleeping if she woke up. Dry-humping wouldn’t even mean touching her. Not directly. Her panties would be in the way.
A barrier. That made it less like incest, right?
I swallowed, my dick throbbing. Aching. I rolled over, unable to stop myself. My cock smacked into her hip. She didn’t so much as stir. I shuddered, and then I pressed my dick against her rump. Right on her panty-clad ass. I just had to rub against her now.
I thrust forward. I fought the groan as I dry-humped against my daughter’s ass. She slept, oblivious to her perverted father’s lusts. The silkiness of her panties and the warmth of her rump beneath the fabric felt amazing on my shaft.
Contact.
Physical contact with a… a… a female. A girl. My daughter.
I closed my eyes, trying not to think it was my baby girl I was grinding on, but in the back of my mind, I knew it. That was my daughter’s ass I ground against. Only a thin layer of cloth separated us. She slept on oblivious to what I did to her.
It was such a bad dad, but it felt so good.
I fought against groaning; scared she would wake up. That only helped to make this feel amazing. I groaned, thrusting against her. The ache at the tip of my dick swelled as I felt the curve of her rump. I pushed my shaft in between her butt-cheeks, sliding through the groove of her crack.
“Going to hell,” I thought, but it felt so good.
I thrust harder and harder. She just kept sleeping. The pressure built fast. It came on me in only a few minutes. I groaned as I spurted jizz. The powerful eruption of cum slammed through me. I shuddered, loving every moment of it.
The pleasure exploded through my thoughts. I shuddered at it. I savored that wonderful eruption of bliss. My balls emptied themselves, soaking her clothing. The rapture consumed my thoughts. I groaned. Hit that peak.
I hovered there, trembling, spurting the last of my cum on my daughter’s ass like a complete pervert. I groaned at how great it felt. It was amazing. An orgasm that didn’t come from my hand. Contact with a woman. A girl. My daughter.
“Fuck,” I groaned, exhaustion hitting me hard.
I rolled onto my back and fell into sleep.
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I woke up alone in my bed and the fear slapped me. I had molested my daughter. I was ready for the police to burst in and arrest me. For my daughter to be crying and traumatized. She wasn’t in bed when I awoke. I swallowed, frightened to leave my bedroom.
But I had to pee.
I pulled on some sweatpants and headed out. I heard the TV on. I peeked into the living room to find her eating a bowl of cereal and watching something on Netflix. She gave me a big smile. So warm and loving. Full of delight.
“Thanks for letting me sleep in your bed, Daddy,” she said. “I slept so well.”
“You didn’t, uh, mind me shifting around?” I asked. “I do that a lot. Your mother hated it.”
“I slept great.” She grinned at me, her tank top clinging to those round breasts of hers. She sat cross-legged, the front of the same purple panties I had dry-humped last night molding to her young flesh. She had a cameltoe.
Did my daughter shave her pussy? Jesus, she was only eighteen.
Relief, however, swept through me. I had gotten away with it. Last night had been a mistake. A moment of weakness. I vowed it would never happen again, but… I couldn’t help but get turned on by my daughter over the next few days.
Every time I saw her, she was wearing shorts and a tight top. Sometimes just panties. She would be lying on her belly on the couch, the panties clinging to her rump. My dick would get hard. Throb erect. Want to do naughty things to her.
Just hump against her.
I jerked off into her panties. Twice a day, I would be in the bathroom pumping away and hoping she wouldn’t notice the stains. The cloth felt so good. I would rub the inner crotch against my cock and know that these had been pressed against my daughter’s pussy.
I wanted her. Craved her. Was stuck with her. There was no escape. If I wanted to go for a walk outside, she would be getting dressed to join me. If I needed to go to the grocery store to buy something, she would be grabbing my arm, eager to get away from the house.
Quarantine trapped us together.
My thoughts grew more and more fixated on Shannon. On my daughter. Not just dry-humping against her, but kissing her. Sucking on her titties. Eating her youthful twat. Sliding into her tight pussy.
To feel cunt around my dick again would be amazing. I was approaching a month now without fucking a woman. My daughter looked more and more ripe and succulent with every passing hour. Ideas of seducing her played through my mind.
“You’ll go to jail,” I muttered, staring at her lying on her stomach on the couch watching TV, her legs thrust up in the air, her toes flexing. Dainty toes I could suck. “Real prison, James. Stop that.”
I salivated for her. Lusted for her.
A week after the storm, I was asleep when the rumble of lightning woke me up. My cock went hard with this Pavlovian response. A thunderstorm. Did that mean that my daughter would come sleep with me? That I would get another chance to dry-hump against her?