Phil Jerikoff woke up in a haze. His arm was asleep tucked under the slumbering weight of his daughter. How long had they been asleep? He tilted his head forward feeling a draft creep over his body. In looking down he realized that he was nude. He vaguely recalled putting a pillow over himself when Candi had came into his room. He questioned why he didn't get up to get dressed.
Looking at his daughter curled up beside him with one leg draped over his to keep him in place against his will. At least in theory. She was waddled up under his big comfy bathrobe for the most part. However under awkward observation he noticed her left breast was dangling totally out of the robe. His eyes bulged as he carefully reached over to cover the breast up.
The pillow that he had used to cover his lower region had toppled off on to the floor. Attempting to reach it and not wake his daughter up was impossible. In response he slapped his forehead twice in despair. He didn't want to wake her until he was covered up. In his troublesome state he felt her nuzzle closer under his arm and reposition her own arm over his stomach. He could feel her fingers tangle up inside his chest hair.
"Beejeezus!" Thought Phil of his predicament. To make matters worse he needed to take a leak and morning wood was bad enough without her caress storming his every nerve.
"I gotta lay off the Scotch. This looks really bad. She doesn't need to see her old man in all his glory. Rock and a hard place though." He ponders.
He feels a lengthy exhale drift across his chest. Warm and sadly erotic. His eyes bulge, "Down boy. Down. She's your daughter for Christ's sake."
His dick feels different to him he thinks. Almost as if used. He knows deep down nothing happened between them. That would be wrong for a million reasons. Still, he forced himself to touch his dick and balls. He felt dry and sticky. He rolls his eyes, "Please don't tell me I was so drunk I jerked off in front of her."
Again he slaps his forehead out of frustration.
Candi removes her hand from his chest hair to scratch her nose in her sleep. He grits his teeth at the few hairs she took with her. After she was done scratching she slid her hand lower on top of the lower bulge of his belly. He was afraid to breath for fear that one good inhale would drop her hand off the belly into his pubic region or worse. He didn't know what to do. He was still groggy as hell. His body taunt and lifeless. Finally, the worst happened. Her hand slipped lower and her pinky was touching his erection.
Phil began to shiver uncontrollably. He pulled her closer too him carefully trying to free up his numb left arm. As he did she herself nuzzled even closer turning slightly to plant her cheek right on to his hairy flabby pectoral.
In her repositioning the robe again popped open and her left breast plopped directly on to Phil's ribs. He could feel her nipple poking him in the side.
"Dammit!" He fret in thought.
Mumbles escaped her throat in her deep sleep, "I love you, Damian." A faint unrealized peck of her lips on Phil's chest made him cringe and close his eyes tightly.
The scent of her hair was mixed with the awful odor of peaches and chlorine from the pool. He winced as her hair tickled his chin.
Dreaming she let her hand drift up under his belly then downward further allowing her wrist to turn. In doing so she now has all four knuckles leaning against his erection. He reaches down and carefully tries to remove her hand. In reaction she pulls away and plops her palm straight down over the foreskin of his dick and smack dab over his full scrotum.
He convulsed madly yet froze up everywhere that counted. His dick became boulder hard until finally he couldn't take it any longer and forced himself up out from under her. The shock forced her awake and made her jump.
She spotted her Father stumbling in an unstable manner to the bathroom and laid there for long minutes frozen in time.
In the bathroom Phil still quite out of it had to sit down on the toilet and pissed like a Russian race horse. Head throbbing he wagged his dick free of urine before realizing that he couldn't resist it any longer. He had to relieve his erection. Taking only four minutes of trying his head started spinning and he had to stop.
"I can't believe I did that shit. Dammit. Thank God I couldn't finish. What kind of Father lets his daughter get him that worked up. No more Scotch for me. God I need a drink."
Confused he snatches up a towel and wraps it around his waist. Finally, he opens the door and peaks out.
Candi was gone. Only the big bathrobe remained where she had laid.
Thank God.
Having snuck back to her bedroom, she found the crumpled up brown paper bag that had contained the pink cat mask. It dawned on her that Doyle Chamberlain had it out by the pool. Did he take it back or leave it?
As she heard her Father's shower start up she cautiously darted back into his bedroom which faced the pool below. Peering out the window she scoured the entire area for the mask. Suddenly, she spotted the half torched bikini laying on the grill coals. Her eyes bulged wide.
She knew she had to get to it before Daddy did. Starting to turn she caught a nightmare glimpse. The pink mask was still outside after all. Somebody had cast it into the pool.
In her stress she backed up and turned at the same time just as the bathroom door opened up and Phil emerged unexpectedly. The two of them collided face first into each other and she could tell he was trying to get back to bed before passing out. Her bulging breasts pressed hard into Phil's upper belly. His dick still stiff stabbed her in the abdomen. Both of them freaked out as they fell off balance.
"I'm sorry Daddy. I thought I left my cellphone in the robe pocket."
"I'm even more sorry, Kitten." He muttered incoherently, " I was so drunk that you never left my side. Neither of us should see the other like this."
Candi covers her chest with her left arm and her coochie with her right hand. Phil in turn merely stood there not thinking at all. Suddenly, his brain stopped functioning with any form of reasoning.
"Daddy? I thought I was the only free spirit in the house." She whines watching as his eyes flutter to maintain awareness.
He stands confused beyond reason then looks down at his erection, "Oh shit!" He had left his towel in the bathroom.
Before turning around and darting back into the bathroom he feels light headed and stammers in step. Candi swiftly uncovers herself to steady his balance. Then without warning Phil rolled his eyes back and passed out.
His body topples forward directly into her as she attempts to catch his fall. His dead weight took her off balance and made her fall backwards for a deafening thud on to the carpet.
The wind knocked out of her she couldn't move. He had nearly 160 pounds over her 120 at best. The angle of their fall was compromising to say the least. Almost in a perfect missionary position. Her legs wide around his sides. His dick poised to be smothered between her pussy lips if he so much as took a deep breath.
"Oh Lord. Daddy?" She pats his cheek, "Daddy please wake up."
She thinks to herself that he must still be in shock from the drugs effects on his system. Possibly the drug had interfered with his blood pressure medication. All she could do was lay there and await him to revive.
After five minutes he becomes coherent and opens his eyes to face her. Eye to eye he shakes his head clear, "What happened?"
"You passed out. I caught you but you pinned me under your weight."
He continues to shake his head as his body gently repositions in hopes to regain mobility. In the process her worst fear occurred. His erection slipped down into her labia and was so close to her hole it made her body freeze up.
In his sporadic dizziness he lowered his head into her neckline. She pampered his scalp trying to keep him from passing out again. His neck was cold and clammy.
"Oh my God. Daddy stay with me."
He mumbles, "Just let me lay here a second."
His body tenses up trying to hoist upward on to his hands. As he did his waist nudged forward. Candi gasped as the crown of his dick stretched just enough to pierce her hole. Barely in but awkward once he realizes his situation.
She tries to scoot back to no avail.
"Daddy? This is really awkward. You're laying right on top of me in a very compromising position. Please don't panic."
Again he tries to push himself up with the world spinning. To her misfortune his dick sank deeper. She would force her arms around his shoulders and lay there until he could get it together.
Two more attempts failing him until he could get color back into his face.
He stares down at her as he notes tears in her eyes. She gazes back fearful of his condition.
"Daddy? You scared me. Don't move until you feel ready to. I'm fine."
He notices the entanglement of her legs around his waist and feels his dick warm and cozy. Swallowing hard he tries to speak, "I'm so sorry Honey. Give me a little longer. This looks really bad."
