"Daddy, can I climb in bed with you?"
Turning on his bedroom light, Frank noticed his daughter standing at the foot of his bed. Pulling the blanket aside, Frank noticed the way his daughter seemed to tremble. Unsure of why his daughter wanted into his bed over her own, Frank wasn't about to let his daughter freeze to death. "Alright, baby. Climb on in, but we're going to have a talk."
Stopping at the side of her Daddy's bed, Scarlet took in the unfamiliar sight of her father in just his boxers. "Daddy, you sure you want me in bed with you dressed like this?" Looking down at her pink and black lingerie, Scarlet felt herself shifting nervously. "I mean, you bought me this to sleep in but I don't know if it's um..., long enough?"
Rolling his eyes at his daughter's ridiculous statement, Frank held the edge of his blankets. "Are you getting in bed or not? You're the one that wanted to join me, remember? I don't care if you're wearing that sexy lingerie or nothing at all. What I care about is the cold air coming in under the blankets. Now, are you joining me or going back to your room?"
Scarlet barely processed her father's words before climbing into Daddy's bed. "Sorry, Daddy. I just didn't want you to feel awkward. What did you want to talk about?" Pulling the blanket over her cold legs, Scarlet scooted close to her father for warmth.
"Baby, you're eighteen; aren't you a little old to be climbing in Daddy's bed at night?" Sighing, Frank didn't like putting the statement out there so carelessly. For the past year though, his daughter had been silently crawling into his bed giving him one hell of a hardon. Keeping Scarlet from discovering his arousal had led to sleepless nights, though with some very sex charged thoughts.
Letting her hair fall in her face, Scarlet tried to hide her embarrassment. "I know Daddy, but you said I'd always be your little girl. Everyone at school has a boyfriend they're involved with, and I just can't seem to date anyone." Wanting to stop her words, Scarlet found venting the built up emotions came out quicker than she could recognize them. "I've always loved you, Daddy. I don't want to date anyone else anyway."
Frank's awareness of his daughter's supple body pressing against his bare skin grew uncomfortably. Exactly when his daughter had turned into a younger version of his now ex-wife, he didn't know. All Frank could fathom now was his daughter wasn't a little girl. His little girl had become a sexually arousing woman. "Scarlet, woah! Slow down, baby. D-did you just say you want to date me? Baby, you haven't been doing all this crawling in bed with me lately just to turn me on? Have you?"
Scarlet climbed into her Daddy's lap, seeing as nothing could go worse, now that her emotions were out in the open. "And what if I have, Daddy? Would you punish me for it? Because I might like that." Without waiting for his response, she hiked up the small skirt of her lingerie top and pressed her wet panties against the growing bulge of her father's early erection. "I really do love you, Daddy. I'd like nothing more than to have my first time be with you."