Chapter 7

His words carry the sound of disappointment to my ears. “It’s going to be a while. How about I make breakfast, then we’re both taking a shower.” My eyes light up at his words. “Alone. Neither is big enough for both of us.”

I shake my head and refuse to be denied. “We can make it work.”

He reaches out with his hands and holds my chin in place. “I wish we could, Nora, I really do. For now, this is the way it has to be. I told your mother when we bought this place that it needed more than a couple of standing showers, but she didn’t listen.”

Daddy’s right and I want to call her every name I can think of, but it’s no use. Nothing can change the size we’re stuck with and I hate it. I don’t want to shower alone ever again, but mommy just had to have her way.

After we both shower, we sit and talk as daddys and daughters are supposed to. I want to bring up other subjects, but daddy shuts me down every time. This part of our relationship will develop in time, but for now we’re left with far more innocent conversation than I like.

It isn’t until mommy is due to be home that we bother to dress and not once did daddy’s dick harden. I tried everything I could think of, but nothing can override his age. I’m left with some glimmer of hope that he’ll return to my room tonight regardless of him being hard, since I don’t want to be alone on our first night as something I have no words for.

I head to my bedroom early and close the door with the knowledge daddy will be the only one to open it. My clothes are set aside and I don’t bother with a blanket this time. There’s no longer a need to entice daddy to get closer and I’m glad for it. As I lie in bed waiting for him, I search myself for any hint of guilt for what I’ve done with daddy, but find only contentment.

I hear mommy go to bed and spread my legs as I watch my door. Daddy enters in my favorite state of dress, or I should say lack of dress. His dick is hard once again and my eyes can’t pull away from his wonder. My eyes try to pull away as he nears, but the tip is moving in an almost hypnotic state.

Daddy doesn’t stop coming and he’s now to close to have me on my knees. My eyes force themselves to look up and there’s a familiar hunger on his face. He moves his body between my legs and feel his thighs press against my flesh. His head is getting closer to mine as my arms reach out for him.

My lips part as his make contact and I loose my breath to him. His tongue presses between my lips as his manhood presses against my wet pussy. I can feel his tongue search out my tongue as he slowly enters and never thought anything could feel like this.