I was watching TV, but the hot, sticky day was getting me down. I walked past Daddy's bedroom and felt cool air coming out from the doorway. I looked in and saw him lounging naked on his bed, reading a book, attempting to offset the unbearable heat by having the ceiling fan blowing cool over his nakedness. I felt the coolness as I walked into his room. This was his way of keeping cool.
"Hi Daddy. It's cool in here. What are you reading?" I asked him.
"Hi Pet, it's just a paperback I found on the bookshelf. It's too hot to do anything else," he explained unnecessarily. He was propped up against the bedhead by three pillows allowing him to sit comfortably to read his book. He made no attempt to cover his nakedness, but I didn't expect that he would. My brother and I were taught not to be ashamed of our nakedness, but to accept that nakedness was a natural part of living together.
I sat on the side of the bed with him, looking at his naked body and admiring the muscles on his hairy legs. "Do you want something, Pet?" he asked. He always called me Pet, although my name is Jean.
"No. It's cooler in here than in the lounge room. Can I stay here with you?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I guess so. Where's your mother?" he asked.
"She went to the swimming centre with Irene." Irene was our neighbour and a close friend. She and Mum often went to the swimming centre on hot days to cool off, but from what Mum tells me there is more to it than keeping cool. They both like watching the men in their skimpy trunks and try to guess how big their dicks are, she once told me. I must have looked rather disapprovingly when she told me, because she followed up with, "Jean, don't look like that. It's harmless fun and something to do when you stop for a break. Swimming is exhausting." Of course, I could not share information that with Dad, I have no reason to cause trouble.
As I talked with Daddy, I lifted my legs onto the bed, now lying parallel to him, feeling his hot body against mine. "Why don't you take your dress off, Pet, you'll be cooler," Dad offered.
"Daddy, I have nothing on underneath. I'll be naked," I told him.
He smiled his big smile at me and said, "Pet, I've seen you naked a million times since you were born, so what?" I laughed at his exaggeration, but I would be cooler, even though it was only light cotton.
"Yes, I would feel cooler without it," I conceded.
"Besides, let nature's natural air-conditioner keep you cool. It cools the moisture on your skin and makes you cool," he explained.
I pulled my dress off over my head and resumed my position on the bed beside him.
"My, how you have changed, Pet. University has turned you into a woman, and a beautiful one at that, no less." I didn't know what to say, so I kissed him on the cheek. I turned onto my side facing him and rested my head on my elbow. He was still reading his book; my breasts were now lightly touching his body. I idly ran my finger through the curly hair on his belly and watching to see if his cock made any movements as I got closer to his pubic patch with each finger movement.
Daddy closed his book and placed it on the bedside table. "What are you doing? Is this why you came in here?" he asked me. I shrugged my shoulders and answered,
"Maybe, but I do like the coolness of this room. Why? Does it bother you?" I asked him.
"No. Quite the contrary, it is lovely having you so close and being able touch you and to smell your body. But don't you think it is wrong now?"
"No. Why should it? I am still your daughter, although somewhat older than I used to be. I just like being with you. My main reason for being here was to get cool like you are doing," I told him truthfully.
My fingers did make a difference; his cock was straighter now, but not stiffer. "I know you like me being here, your cock says so." Dad laughed and quipped,
"Perhaps it can also see how beautiful you are, too." I laughed and kissed his cheek again. I repositioned myself and put his arm behind me and rested my head in the crook of his elbow and went back to drawing circles in his pubic hair, each circle getting closer to his cock.
My finger reached his cock and when my fingers gently encompassed it became really big and hard. I slowly stroked it, watching his foreskin slip back just enough to expose Daddy's darker pink knob. Without me saying anything I felt Daddy's free hand encompass one of my breasts and gently squeeze it. God, it felt good. I liked it, but I didn't tell him, I just kissed his cheek. It was the first time he had done that and I liked it, probably a little more than I should have, but it felt so good. I didn't think he was rude or dirty, just my loving daddy.
I pulled his head closer to my breast and I felt his tongue go to work on my nipple. Emboldened by this move by Daddy, I started to stroke his cock in a more rhythmical motion. I know he was enjoying it because he pulled the pillows out from behind his head and allowed himself to fall flat on the bed, spreading his legs ever so slightly, tacitly giving me permission to continue my slow stroking.
"Do you want me to make you cum now, Daddy, or do we play around before that happens?"
"Whatever you want, Pet, it feels great." There was a long pause before he said, "It's been a long time since I felt like this; I can tell you." He fell silent and just watched as my hand moved slowly up and down on his rigid shaft. I was hoping that he was getting pleasure from my work.
I looked at his face and saw contentment, so I asked him if he would like to finger my pussy.
"Do you think we should go that far, Pet?" He waited for my response, but I didn't know what to say, doing this was new to me - with Daddy, I mean. I thought about that for a moment then took his hand and pressed it against my very wet slit. "My god, you're wet!" He sounded surprised. I don't know what he expected in the circumstances, but I responded casually,
"It's not every day a girl gets to jerk her Daddy off and to feel his fingers in her cunt at the same time."
He was silent for a moment, he raised his head to glare at me then asked rather angrily, "Where did you learn that word, Jean?" I think I shocked him. I hoped it was just his surprise at hearing his little 'goody two-shoes' acting out of character, so I set his mind at rest,
"Three years of university gets a girl more than a diploma." I tried to make light of his obvious discomfort, but he looked into my eyes and said, "I just hadn't expected to hear it from you, I guess."
