*Author's Note*: It's been a while since I've returned to Jenny's story with her father. They have plenty more chapters to come, even if there's a little time between each. I just don't have the time or money to focus on writing currently, unfortunately :( Please enjoy!
I woke before Daddy did, feeling more refreshed than I had in who knows how long. He was still tightly snuggled against me, his curves pressed against mine, his now significantly softer but not insignificantly sized dick still resting between my thighs. I was not surprised to find myself already wet-- I woke with a hundred thoughts in my head and almost every single one was dirty.
I thought of all the creative and sexy things Max had been texting me, and telling others. While it was Max and I was still mad at him, some of what he had said had me interested. I realized there was so much more for Daddy and I to try together. Every little fantasy Max had, probably fueled by porn and definitely by inexperience, could be taught by my loving father. I knew he wanted to give me the world and show me everything in it.
I badly wanted to rock myself back against Daddy's warmth, tighten his arms around me and guide his hands to my bare breasts, lock his velvet length between my legs and ride the heat until he was awake and I was coming again already. But I had been distracted the past few weeks; I didn't want Daddy to feel guilty, thinking that I regretted anything we had done. It had already been such a rollercoaster coming together like we had and I wanted to keep us on a high for a while-- fuck Max, and school, and feeling guilty! I was going to get out of bed, as hard as it was, and do something nice.
Then we would talk.
Thoughts kept racing through my head as I snuck out of bed and crossed to my room. I dressed quickly in some plain PJs, less worried about how I looked and more worried about getting everything ready before Daddy woke up. I could hear him snoring away and smiled as I headed to the kitchen: he must be worn out to be sleeping in. I had to wonder how many women he had slept with since Mom, how many times he had pleasured himself or been pleasured to such intense orgasms as we'd shared over the past few weeks. I was surprised to feel a tinge of jealousy, again, thinking about how beautiful the older women he had buried himself in before must be.
Did he think about them when he was with me?
I shook my head as I tried my best to quickly and quietly pull out everything that I needed. I was going to make Daddy's favorite breakfast: homemade biscuits and gravy, with fresh coffee, and I was not going to think about other women anymore! Soon I'd be out of highschool and away from the drama that comes with teenage hormones and young thoughts. I had to be better for Daddy, that had always been and would always be my goal.
I was surprised but grateful to see we had all of the ingredients needed for biscuits and gravy. We had been slacking on the grocery shopping and I had to wonder what Daddy had been eating-- I surely hadn't been eating much while I labored over homework and fretted over grades and boys.
I used Italian Sausage to add a little heat to breakfast, I knew that Daddy loved spice and we didn't use it enough in the kitchen. My face flushed red as I thought of all the other ways we could spice up the kitchen: Daddy bending me over the counter as the meat sizzled away, Daddy ignoring breakfast and laying me across the kitchen table filling me even as the food grew cold, Daddy eating breakfast off me or letting me suck him off under the table while he ate.
The possibilities were endless and delicious, like I hoped breakfast would be.
I started coffee just in time-- the food wasn't quite ready but the coffee was done when Daddy came staggering into the kitchen. His hair was rumpled from sleep, his eyes still a little glazed. He gave me a sleepy smile and my heart did somersaults. My god, was I falling in love with my own dad?
"G'mornin', baby." He said, his voice thick with sleep. I was positive I had never heard anything sexier before in my life-- how had I never noticed how beautiful this man was when he woke up? Daddy crossed the kitchen and kissed me on the cheek. "Smells delicious."
"Grab you a cup of coffee, it just finished pouring!" I said. "And sit down, I'll bring you a plate in just a minute."
"Yes ma'am," Daddy chuckled. I gazed in wonder at his toned body, kissed by morning light, as he poured himself a large cup of coffee in only his boxers. I wondered if the first thought he had upon waking was plunging himself into me, I wondered if he was thinking of blowing off breakfast just to come again like I was.
Calm down, Jenny. I chided myself, almost laughing out loud. I did have other priorities and breakfast should be eaten not wasted, but damn did I just want to focus on the growing horny parts of me!
"How did you sleep, Jenny?" Daddy asked after a sip of hot coffee. I smiled, my back still turned to him. I could feel how much he loved me, how he just wanted me to be okay.
"I slept great thanks to you," I said. "Although you seemed to sleep better staying in bed so long like that, old man." I teased.
"I stayed up a little after you fell asleep, I wanted to make sure you really were fine."
Daddy said, not a hint of joking in his voice. I felt tears well up in my eyes and brushed them away quickly. I wanted to have a good and light breakfast, I was not about to acknowledge yet how deeply I was falling for him.
"I'm okay, really. I'd love your opinion while I finish up, though." I said after clearing my throat. I filled Daddy in with the Max drama while I wrapped up cooking breakfast, doling massive portions onto two plates as I finished telling my tale.
"So, yeah, I've been a little distracted and upset. But you showed me last night not everything has to be so big and bad, sometimes a bath and some sleep is all it takes." I finished, proud of how emotionally mature I was feeling. Daddy smiled at me and my heart glowed. My stomach, however, growled.
Daddy busted out laughing and I joined in, too, tossing the dishes in the sink and resolving to finish them after I stuffed my face. Apparently I had finally worked up an appetite.
"This looks amazing, baby." He said, approvingly shoveling a few quick forkfuls into his face. I smiled before chowing down, too.
We ate in contemplative silence. I could see him wavering between finishing the meal he was eating up like a starving man, and commenting on all I had finally told him. He had known Max was causing some troubles, but the details given and texts read off this morning seemed to puzzle him.
"I thought Max was kind of a nice guy?" Daddy asked after swallowing his last bite. I could hear tension in his voice and he looked angry. I wiped at my mouth and grabbed up our plates, thinking of what to say as I walked them to the sink.
