Chapter 5: Basketball and a Lap Dance

From Carol Ann’s Private Diary

Outside by the pool, the night quaked with the sound of crickets. The third round of the playoffs was on. But I waited for the game to begin. One Edward didn’t expect to fall in lust with me during. Seven o’clock came around, and I knew where Daddy was.

Planted in front of the TV, the volume loud, his mind nowhere near where I wanted it. He had a lot to learn, especially how I needed him to show me how much he loved me. How much he coveted me. I rushed inside to remind him.

The house buzzed like an electric wire. The game blasted through the walls as I slipped through the sliding door. He must’ve turned it up so loud to drown out my music, but that only made it easier for me to recognize exactly when to pounce.

I peeked around the corner and saw him, his tall frame stretched across the couch, chiseled body loose and easy in the dim flickering light of the TV. So wrapped up in basketball. Despite that, it was only a matter of time before I got his full attention. The special attention I’d been yearning for, for so long.

I gazed at him for a second longer. Letting his handsome silhouette soak into me. How clueless he was about what I planned for us. Then I ducked back and giggled to myself. Darting towards the stairs. If I made the right kind of entrance, there’d be no turning back for either of us. He’d see how much we belonged together, more than he even wanted to admit.

I paused at the foot of the stairs, my heart pounded with nervous excitement.

“Just a sec,” I said, my voice struggling to overcome the thunder of the game. It was only two words. The way I said them in a manner as though I’d change everything. If he only realized what I had in mind.

I heard him shifting on the couch, the leather creaking under his hard body. Just a little tease before the big reveal, to make sure he understood I was serious this time. He might have thought I was playing. Fucking A I’d show him just how far I’d go to get what I wanted.

A lot more than his little girl.

The words hung in the air behind me as I made a quick detour into his room. His scent hit me the second I crossed the threshold, masculine and familiar, sending a shiver down my spine. I grabbed his jersey from where it lay on the dresser, the fabric soft under my fingers, and brought it to my face, breathing him in. If this didn’t get his attention, I hadn’t a hint of what would.

I ran up the stairs two at a time, my bare feet barely making a sound on the carpet. My skin tingled, flushed with anticipation, with the knowledge that I was about to take it further than ever before. It wouldn’t take much, just the sight of me wearing nothing but a thong under his shirt. He’d cave in, just like I hoped. He’d have to.

I stepped into my room and yanked my top over my head, my tits bouncing free as I dropped it to the floor. My thong rode up high on my hips, the way he’d relish, even if he pretended not to. Especially if he pretended not to.

I threw the jersey on, the number on the back way too big, falling almost to my thighs. It was perfect, so wrong it was right, and I understood he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

One quick glance in the mirror confirmed what I already understood. How freaking hot I was. Hot enough to melt the ole man, he’d realize what I was. Not just his daughter, but the only girl who’d love him the way he needed to be loved. I didn’t even bother with pants. That would’ve only gotten in the way.

I raced back down, my heart in my throat, clutching my own jersey tight in one hand, the fabric soft and slippery, a promise of what would come. I’d never dared so much before, never been this close to getting what I’d wanted for so long.

I paused at the doorway, listening for the roar of the game. It didn’t take long to find Daddy dearest again. Exactly where I’d left the darling, his attention completely elsewhere, it almost made me laugh. But this time, he’d have to look.

When I stepped into the room, his eyes flicked up, a mix of surprise and something else I found difficult to put my finger on. He tried to cover it up, but I saw. I saw the way he stared. I felt it burn right through me.

“Found these,” I said, tossing him his jersey. It landed in his lap, and for a moment, he didn’t know whether to grab it or to grab me.

I slipped into my own, letting the fabric brush against my skin in a way I hoped would drive him insane. His gaze followed me, tracking every movement the way I’d wanted. He thought he was watching the game, but the game was really watching him.

I nestled beside him, so close that the heat of his body warmed my flesh. The sweet, innocent daughter thing that always drove him wild. It was only halftime, but we were already tied, and he didn’t even grasp his impending defeat yet.

I shifted, letting the jersey slide up my legs enough for him to see how much I was getting away with. How naughty I really was. And I saw how much he loved it. Whether he admitted it or not. I’d worn my underwear around him before, but nothing this sexy, nothing that showed so much skin.

Not a string bikini bottom that hid little.

I was pushing it this time, taking a risk. But the kind of risk made me wet just thinking about it. The thought of Edward, my loving father, taking one glance and hauling me upstairs, pulling off what little I had on, possibly spanking me for being so bad. The tought of his bare, calluased hand swatting my bare ass cheeks, mmm. Or maybe not. Maybe letting me get away with it and then some.

Edward kept side-eyeing me. Folding my arms under my breasts, I moved a little and my jersey exposed my the small tringle of cloth that scarcely covered my cunt. My swollen, puckered lips painted into the soaked crotch.

“Think they’ll win?” I asked, settling in beside him. I took in the bulge in his jeans, and it sure as shit wasn’t from the game.

“Not sure yet,” he said, his voice low and thick.

“Oh, come on, Daddy, where’s your team spirit?” I teased him, and darling Daddy’s eyes darted to my crotch and away. He glanced at me, his eyes lingering on my thighs and pussy before snapping back to the TV. One more time, for good measure, Edward drank in the sexiness of his daughter. Naughty ole man!

“It’s gonna be closer tonight.” I let the implication hang in the air for a second, only words. I tossed glances over my shoulder earlier. He didn’t have a clue how close it would be.

Not just with the game, but with everything. The us of the thing made me hotter than Phoenix in summer. Gamier than a wild turkey.

I snuggled tightly, and I felt him tense beside me, his muscles going hard under his shirt. He pretended to pay attention to the game, but his interest lay elsewhere. Exactly where I wanted it.

God, Daddy’s bulge bulged more.

Halftime came, and he left to use the bathroom, his movements stiff and awkward. One might say that it’s almost funny how he tried to hide his feelings. No matter how much he strained himself to do so, those emotions refused to hide. Not even able to hide his cock. Haven’t touched him, and Daddy boy’s rock hard.

He gave me a look before he left, a look that told me everything. I wondered if he’d go and jerk off in the bathroom, and the thought sent a thrill through me. Thinking about Daddy dearest tossing off quickened my pulse and made me stew in my juices all over again. Maybe I should have waited to see. Should’ve marched right and said, “Show me that love goo, Pops.”

Instead, I did something even naughtier. Something that made me tremble with excitement as soon as the door clicked shut. I slid my thong off, let it drop to the floor, and spread my legs, touching myself as I thought of my darling, the sound of the toilet flushing through the wall like a secret signal for me.

I hoped my dearest jacked off to how I looked, to how hard I tried to please his senses, his lustfulness. He had to realize how much I needed him to finally give in. My fingers circled my clit, faster and faster, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning, the soft, slippery jersey sliding against my nipples as I moved.

I didn’t stop, not even when I heard him coming back down the hall. Not even when I listened to the floorboards creak, and the door crack open just a little. I managed to put them back on before he entered the room. A wicked little grin played at the corner of his lovely lips. If he only realized what he did to me. If he only understood my net was set and how close he stumbled to the trap. He’d be caught up in everything.

I slipped the thong back up my legs, my pussy slick and hot, the fabric damp where it pressed against me.

Edward walked in as I sat back, my face flushed with the thrill of almost having my way with him.

I glanced up at him, my eyes bright with wonder and innocence. Yeah, Daddy, I’ve kept my eyes on the game the whole time. As if I hadn’t almost cum thinking of him. If he only figured it out.

I licked my fingers clean, the taste making me shiver, imagining it was him. I spread my legs. Pretending he’d caught me in the act. Daddy dearest remained completely clueless about how turned on I was. It took everything I had not to moan when he sat next to me. The poor feller had no idea that I was basically naked on the couch, no idea how wet I was.

I shifted next to him, the jersey riding high on my legs, feeling so fucking daring and exposed. Maybe I’d show him right now. Let Edward see what was wet and juicy under my jersey. He’d recognize I was more than just his daughter then. He’d realize we were soulmates, the way I did.

I’d come so close, the thought of him catching me, touching myself to him. It drove me crazy, thinking he was so close to finding out. That we were so close to what I required, what I understood he desired, too, no matter how much he tried to hide it.

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