2 long days had passed since Daddy had caught me playing with myself in his bed and fingered my desperate little pussy till I came hard, and life had returned to normal.
Like seriously normal.
That night as I lay in bed after he had first made me cum, I imagined what our new life together was going to look like. How he would creep into my room when he was able, and mom was asleep, and tell me how much I meant to him. How much better I was than her. How much he needed to feel himself inside me.
I'd imagined how it would be the first time he pushed his amazing cock into me. I'm still a virgin, and I'm scared what it will feel like. Some girls at college say it hurts a lot when they first push themselves inside, but I know that the only man I want to do that to me is the only man who has never let me down.
He'd been mean that first time; making me feel ashamed for what I had been doing but I think that was just because he had been shocked by discovering how much his daughter had wanted to be with him and how grown up I'd become. Maybe he'd been confused about having naughty thoughts about me too.
But he'd been so gentle with me afterwards, rubbing the juices from my pussy onto my lips and then kissing me gently. His kiss had made me melt, so much more than the fast and inexperienced kisses I'd had previously from boys at school.
The bristles from his beard had tickled me and I nearly giggled but then he lowered his hand back down to my pussy and stroked me so slowly and gently that before I knew it, I was gasping for breath instead.
He seemed to know exactly how to touch me in just the right way that my body needed; his fingers pressing and squeezing round my clit, then down to my opening before returning to my clit. Building the pressure slowly, until I couldn't cope anymore and I'd climaxed hard, holding tightly onto him until I calmed again.
Afterwards he'd made sure I got showered before Mom got home, cuddling me up in the softest towel he could find and drying my hair like he used to do. He made me feel safe and special just like he always had done when I was a little girl.
I'd fallen asleep that night exhausted and calmer than I think I'd been in a very long time. When I woke, I almost had to pinch myself that any of it had happened at all and spent as much time as I could with my eyes closed trying to remember and savour every detail. I dressed with a huge smile on my face and went down for breakfast.
I don't know what I had expected when I went downstairs, but normal family life wasn't it. My whole life had changed yesterday in an instant and yet here I was at the breakfast table as if nothing at all had happened.
He made toast for us and carried on just like normal. I kept waiting for him to give me a special look when mom was distracted, or some kind of sign that he acknowledged what had happened between us, but he barely glanced in my direction.
My frustration increased as him and Mom talked about how much they were looking forward to meeting friends for drinks at the weekend, and he told her how much he was looking forward to seeing her in the new blue dress she had bought a few days ago, and yet he still barely acknowledged my presence in the room, let alone gave me any indication that he was happy to see me. As he got ready to leave, I couldn't wait any longer and leapt up from the table, so I was near the door when he left. As he walked past, I leant into cuddle into him, but he just kissed me on the top of my head and reminded me that I needed to finish all my breakfast and not to be late for school. Just like normal.
I found myself feeling hurt by the way he had been with me this morning; I'd expected so much more from him and I fought back tears all the way into college. I thought he felt the same way that I did about us and now I wasn't so sure. Maybe he didn't like me as much as I thought he did, or he'd changed his mind when he had had time to consider what we had done.
All through morning lectures I couldn't concentrate properly and kept trying to work out how I felt. I veered between anger and sorrow and all the shades between. More than anything though I just felt so confused. I knew that there had to be reason why he was so distant with me and gradually I started to understand: He was trying to keep us safe.
We weren't supposed to do what we had done yesterday. I knew that. I could just imagine what would happen if Mom found out about it. She wouldn't understand how much we needed each other, how right it had felt being in each other's arms. Neither would anyone else. In fact, now I came to think about it, if one of my girlfriends had confided in me about how their Dad had watched them masturbate and then pushed his fingers into their pussy, making them cum over and over I know I'd have been absolutely horrified, and yet what had happened between us didn't seem wrong at all. Whatever was going to happen between us now was going to need to remain a secret, and for it to be a secret I needed to help Daddy so we could be together.
I carried on the rest of my day as best as I could, feeling happier about things now I thought I'd figured things out a little, although my mind wandered a lot as I continued to daydream about our afternoon together and replayed it in my head over and over until I started to feel the slick of my juices between my legs.
By lunchtime I felt desperate to cum and not being able to resist the urge I rushed to the restrooms. It wasn't quiet with a constant line of girls waiting to use them, but it was the only place that I was able to get any kind of privacy.
I locked the stall quickly behind me and pulled my skirt up, pushing my panties aside. I leaned my back against the side of the stall and rubbed my soaking wet pussy urgently, thinking about how his fingers had plunged into me and how that had felt. I imagined being back in his arms, his lips on mine as I pushed myself to a fast climax, having to press my hand over my mouth at the last minute from giving myself away to the girls outside the stall.
The rest of the afternoon was dull, and I spent the time trying to work out when Daddy and I might have some time together on our own next. Mom usually went to bed earlier than he did so I hoped that when she went to sleep tonight that we would be able to spend some time together, so that at least we could talk about what happened now.
When bedtime came, I dressed in my prettiest, skimpiest nightie before coming back downstairs to get a drink. He was watching TV in the lounge, so I popped in and asked him if he wanted a drink. He said no, but not before he'd seemed to undress me with his eyes. "I'm off to bed now Daddy" I said hovering in the doorway "but I won't be asleep for ages if you want anything."
"Good night, Katie" He said as he stretched himself out further on the sofa. "I won't be too long before I head to bed myself. I'll say good night when I come up if you're still awake. Sweet dreams Princess. "
I'd certainly still be awake I thought to myself as I made my way upstairs. I could barely contain my excitement of being alone with him again. I just wanted to feel his hands on me and kiss him and tell him how much I needed him. After what seemed like hours, I heard my door open and my heart skipped a beat with the anticipation.
