Per Allison's Advice, or Daddy's Daydream
by Holly Rennick
Copyright© 2022 by Holly Rennick
Incest Story: Just idle thoughts
Caution: This Incest Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter .
It hit me hard, Sherry bolting for some loser she’d hardly met, but being abandoned by her own mother hit Karla harder, the “We’ll keep in touch, honey.” notwithstanding.
The one thing I could do was to be a good dad, and if she wanted to snuggle up while watching TV, her twisted to where my hand might be where it maybe shouldn’t be, who was I to say no? That girls her age have nipples is a fact of life.
Who was I to say no when she’d flop down on the sofa, my lap for a pillow, her head on how her being there made me be?
Kara’s coming into my room in the middle of the night was because she needed security. I’d scoot over and she’d hop into where I’d warmed the sheets, back herself against me, and pull my arm over her.
I’d wear briefs under my pajamas for obvious reasons — or more accurately put, to be not obvious — so her comment caught me off guard. “Guys shouldn’t wear undies at night. Allison says you need room.”
“Sorry?”
“You know, to fit against us, what Allison says.”
Allison, Karla’s friend who she was playing dolls with not that long ago? She said what?
She was correct regarding undies under pajamas, however, and I quit wearing them, and if Karla could tell any difference, she didn’t mention it. I expect she noticed, though, as she’d back against me so I’d fit better.
Sometimes after we’d fit against each other to the point where I couldn’t help but begin pushing back, in her sleep she’d flop her arm behind her and onto my pajamas, her hand around me as she dreamed.
But my goodness, her hand not just around me, but going up and down! What’s she dreaming about? Pajama bottoms with nothing underneath, if I do something, she’s going to wake up with a wet arm and wonder why!
Sherry being gone, I did have needs, and once Karla was asleep, I’d scoot back to my side of the bed to remedy them. Karla herself was maybe thinking about boys, and when she thought me asleep, I’d feel her side of the mattress moving, both of us busy.
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