It was a stormy evening. The wind was blowing hard, and the rain came down like a shower.

The wind was so extremely hard that it disrupted the electricity grid, and we were without electricity and thus also without the internet.

As my wife was out for a business trip, it was just me and my 14-year-old daughter at home.

As the electricity dropped, she came to me scared— as she had never experienced something like this ( and neither did I ).

I told her that it’s okay and that things like this happen in nature. The storm will calm down eventually. I told her to come sit next to me, as I was just enjoying the sounds of the storm.

She pressed her head against my shoulder, and I gave her a kiss on her head when I wrapped my arm around her.

After a few minutes, she calmed down a little bit and told me she wanted to go to sleep, but she was too scared to go to bed. I told her that she could stay like this and try to fall asleep while she was sitting next to me. I promised to wake her up once the storm calmed down so that she could go into her bed.

We spoke a little bit about random things until she fell asleep— life, school, random gossip about the people here in the village, her mom, her friends, etc. I could feel that her head was starting to weigh heavier and heavier on my shoulder, so I told her to lie down if that would be more comfortable for her, but she wanted to stay sitting like this. I gave her another kiss on the top of her head and wished her good night.

As she fell asleep, her head fell a bit backwards, and I couldn’t help but notice that her tight strapless top was being pushed open on the top a little bit. I caught myself staring at her skin. It looked so soft. The bumps on her chest of a B cup in that tight top were a wonderful sight.

Once I understood that I was staring, I told myself not to.

I tried to focus on the sound of the storm outside, but I couldn’t help myself and got distracted by thoughts of what I had seen. I looked at her and whispered her name to see if she was really asleep. There was no response. After a few seconds, I looked down at her soft skin and the lumps she had. I noticed that my dick was getting hard and how she wasn’t wearing a bra under her top.

I looked up and told myself; “uff ... Don’t”, but her head leaning backwards breathing in my neck, wasn’t really helping me resist either.

I was getting slightly aroused and I got curious what the rest would look like.

Again I whispered her name. Again there was no response.

I gently moved my other arm to one of the straps and pushed it off of her shoulder, it got stuck on her elbow. I didn’t dare to move it any further, as I had no idea how to explain what I was doing. Strongly doubting myself and what I was doing, I decided to pull the other strap off her other shoulder too. Her top became looser and opened up a little bit more, giving me a slightly better peek of her breasts.

She moved her head and I quickly removed my hand. I whispered her name again, she answered with a little moan. I took a deep breath. As that made me pretty nervous, my heart rate was going up.

After a few seconds, I gently stroked her neck with my fingers and her soft and warm skin drove me crazy. I moved my fingers down, just to the top of her breasts. Following the lines of the bare part of her body above the top.

My heart rate went up even more, I was starting to get really aroused. With 1 finger I pulled her top forward a bit, hoping I’d catch a better glance of her breasts.

I couldn’t pull it as much as I was hoping for, I didn’t want to wake her up. I moved my finger a bit deeper under her top, hoping I could reach her nipple without putting too much force on her shirt. Without success, I couldn’t risk it.

I whispered her name once more, once more there was no response. Nervous as I was, the temptation as big as it is, I couldn’t help myself. I moved my finger over her top, over her breasts. They felt so soft. I moved my finger to where I estimated where her nipple would be.

Gently I continued, hoping it might get as hard as me and it did.

She moved, and I quickly retracted my hand. She laid her hand on the breast I was touching. I asked myself, did she feel it? Probably not, I told myself. I whispered her name and no response followed. I gently grabbed her hand and laid it on my lap. I placed the palm of my hand on her breast, a perfect fit. Gently I stroked it, one too many times. “Dad?” She said, with a very sleepy voice. “What are you doing?”.

I told her, I’m doing nothing, “I’m just making sure you’re comfortable, baby”. She said she wanted to lay down and I told her she could. Her head on my lap, facing my knee, perfect.

I laid my hand on her hip. Her tight yoga pants looked so sexy on her.

I knew that if I wanted more, I’d have to calm down for a second and let her fall into a deep sleep again. The storm outside wasn’t really helping me though. After a little time passed, I asked; “Are you comfortable?” But she didn’t respond. I took a deep breath and moved my hand from her hip to her ass. She didn’t have much of it, but what I could feel ... I really liked it.