Chapter 8

First Night — James

After a few minutes she talks to me again from where she is laying down. "Dad ... I sometimes feel all ... you know, ready to have sex, but how can I tell if a guy really cares about me or he just wants ... release, like you said?"

"Oh boy!" I think to myself.

I start to ask her if she's asked her mother but then decide not to try to pass the buck. Besides maybe she's talked to her mother already and just wants my opinion. I lean back and then lean forward again not wanting her to feel any distance. My shifting reminds me again of the stiffness in my cock. "This is your daughter you sick bastard!" I remind myself.

"Well princess, that's a tough one. So you're think you're ready to have sex sometimes? Oh my little girl is growing up ... I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

I feel that I'm babbling so I try to stay focused. I stroke her hair some more, mental pictures of a cock sliding inside her pussy filling my mind before I banish them. "The hard part is that guys will say pretty much anything they can, no actually they will say anything, anything at all if they think it will get you (clearing my throat) naked. They will tell you that they love you, that they need you, that it's all just for fun, that you're the only one for them. They will lie and they will cheat." I sigh and then laugh.

"Of course as your father I'm supposed to tell you that it's always for release so maybe you won't believe me but at this age that's what it is 99 times out of 100. But ... that 100th time well maybe then it's real. But if it is real then there will be a connection, a wholeness. You will both make each other happy."

I leave unspoken my own sexual history before getting married. I could recall a number of quick 'releases' of my own with no relationship to get in the way. It's different when it's your daughter you're thinking about isn't it?" I think to myself.

- Anna

He hasn't freaked, thank God! Well, if he hasn't flipped at the drive-in handjob story, he wasn't going to do it now.

When he tells me all the things guys will say so they get me naked his fingers resume caressing my hair. It feels so wonderful that I have to close my eyes to enjoy it.

"Okay, daddy. I'll wait for someone who loves me like you do," I whisper.

I realize that if he ever said that he wants me, he needs me, I'm the one for him, I'd believe him. Because he loves me. Holy shit! I hope he doesn't understand it like that, or he'll never want to be around again. I pretend I'm falling asleep, but my heart is beating really fast and my breathing isn't as constant as it should be. The image of him leaning over and kissing my exposed neck comes out of nowhere and makes me shudder.

- James

I hear her whisper softly in almost a little girl voice "Okay, daddy. I'll wait for someone who loves me like you do," and I can barely suppress the shudder.

I can't believe that my cock can get any stiffer than it already is. I close my eyes and bite my lip. No, I'm not going to say a word. Instead I lean back again and pretend to turn my attention to the show. All the while I'm aware of this lovely girl resting her head on my lap. I reach down and more openly adjust my stiff cock again. I can feel the wetness on the head from the precum. I rub my thumb lightly over the head and stifle a moan. I look down at Anna. It seems she is falling asleep. "Oh girl do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" I wonder.

As I lay back on the couch the shifting lights from the TV the only illumination in the room I look down at Anna. My eyes trace over her form, focusing on the curve of her hips and the roundness of her ass. My hand naturally shifted from her head to her shoulders as I leaned back. I begin to softly stroke her arm while listening to her breathing. I reach for the remote and turn down the TV just a bit. I feel my heart pounding a little faster. Slowly I let my hand stray down to her side, stroking her gently alert for any change in her breathing. Then down to her hips, rubbing them while my other hand reaches in and slowly strokes my cock. I lick my lips. I could play my hands over her nice round ass or I could slide my hand down over her breasts. I lean forward and look down at her. In the dim light from the TV it seems she is asleep. I bring my hand back up to her shoulders and then down her neck. My fingertips trail over her skin hovering just inches away from the slope of her sweet firm breasts. I want to slide my hand down and touch them so badly I can taste it. I'm breathing harder through my mouth now. Inching ever closer. But I stop. "No" I say in a whisper. "No, I can't."

I lean back again taking my hand off my daughter's body and with a large effort of will I take my hand off my cock as well.