Kitty Clifton stood in the dark hallway. She looked at the closed door, her hand reaching toward the doorknob. She paused, then let her hand fall.
"What am I doing here?" Her soft whisper sounded loud in the quiet house.
Last night had gotten out of control, and she wasn't sure how it had happened. Sure, she had been teasing her father for a couple of years now, ever since she had realized that he had noticed her body's development. But it had always been innocent, just harmless flirtation, nothing more.
And then she had let him pull her skirt down, panties too. She had stayed completely still as he looked at her. She knew he had seen just about everything there was to see. And he had touched her. Her father had touched her! In fact, she had been sure he was going to do more when he suddenly ran away.
But she didn't want things to change. She liked the way things had been. She had to reestablish some normalcy in her life, and this was the first step. She firmly took hold of the doorknob, turned it and opened the door to her father's bedroom.
The room was larger than hers, and was dominated by the immense bed. The thick shades allowed only slivers of the early morning sunlight in, leaving deep shadows over everything. There, on the bed, was her father, the sheets twisted around his arms and legs as if he had been furiously wrestling them all night long. His handsome face was turned away from her.
She walked towards the bed, her eyes fixed on his broad shoulders, the muscles of his chest just visible in the darkness. Her foot got caught in something, and she looked down to see her father's trousers, the boxers still in them. With her toes, she pulled the underwear up to her hand. The front was damp, proof positive of what had happened the night before.
Her heart pounding, she brought her father's boxers to her face, sniffing delicately. Her senses were all at once overwhelmed with the musk of her Daddy's spend.
"You perv," she whispered to herself, grinning at her own audacity. A movement came from the bed, and she dropped the boxers quickly, taking a step back towards the door in panic. But she could see no further motion, so she steeled herself, and started towards the bed again.
She stood next to the bed, looking at the sleeping form of the man she had known all of her life. Her heart filled with love for him. How vulnerable he seemed right now, so quietly sleeping. She reached out and gently rubbed his shoulder.
His eyes opened, slowly, then took in the form of his daughter in the half-light. He couldn't see her very clearly. He smiled sleepily, then stretched his arms over his head, yawning.
"Hi, honey," he murmured. "I was just dreaming about you."
"Only good things, I hope," she giggled, still touching him. The sheet had fallen to his waist, baring his naked torso. She felt warm all over, seeing him like this. He was just the way a man should be.
Mark looked at his daughter standing there. His dream had been so wonderful, so lovely. They had been together in some nice field, just the way a father and daughter should be. He reached up and lovingly touched her on the arm.
Suddenly, he recalled the events of the night before. He jerked upright, whipping his hand away from her, and turned on the lamp at the bedside. Both father and daughter shielded their eyes from the sudden blinding light.
"What are you doing here, Kitty?" His voice sounded strangled, harsh.
"Um," she replied, suddenly at a loss for words. What was she doing here? And why had she dressed this way? All at once, it all seemed so horribly immature. "I, uh, I think we need to talk."
"No." He couldn't believe how mean he sounded. This wasn't what he wanted at all. "No, I don't want to talk about anything. I just want things to go back to the way they were."
"So do I, Daddy," Kitty sobbed, tears brimming in her eyes. "Everything was so much fun, before."
"Oh, Princess," he said, his heart softening, and he looked up at her. His eyes were now accustomed to the light, and he realized that she was hardly dressed at all. She had a cropped t-shirt on that reached just below her breasts, and a pair of shiny pink string bikini panties. His throat suddenly dry, he forced himself to gather her into a purely fatherly jug. She melted against him, her hot tears scalding against his bare chest.
"The things that happened last night?" He paused, unsure of how to go on.
"Oh, Daddy," she hiccupped, "you were such a bad, bad man."
"Wha—what do you mean, Kitty? You told me... I mean, you said to..."
"I was weak," she whispered. "But I need you to be strong, don't you see?"
"Uh, no, I don't think I do," he faltered. She pulled back to look up into his face. Her gorgeous blue eyes, damp from the tears, bored into his.
"I like being with you, Daddy." She looked down, taking a deep breath. "I like being able to wear whatever I want around you."
"Wait a second, honey—"
"Let me finish, Daddy." She smiled up at him, bravely. "I know I must drive you crazy with the clothes I wear sometimes." Her statement made him once more acutely aware of how she was dressed. And, for Christ's sake, he was naked under the sheet! He hunched forward trying to hide that he was starting to get an erection.
"Honestly, Daddy, you've got nothing to be ashamed of, don't you see that? Any guy would probably... well, anyways." She smiled, a private smile that he could not interpret. His eyes were drawn to the top of her little cropped tee. There was an ungodly amount of skin exposed, including the enticing upper slopes of her pretty tits.
"So, you see, Daddy, I don't mind that you look at me. I don't mind that you get kinda excited by it. In fact," her voice dropped to a tentative whisper, "I like it, Daddy."
He sat, stunned by what his sweet little daughter was saying. He had thought, at least up until Friday night, that she had been innocently unaware of his illicit ogling. He had felt such guilt all of this time for his unfatherly thoughts. And now, she was not only telling him that it was okay for him to stare, but that she...
Kitty watched her father thinking, giggling inside at his confused expression. His arm fell from her shoulders, falling down along her back. She put her head back down on his chest, looking as hard as she could into his lap. Was he hard? Had she made him hard again? She loved the thought of him hard because of her.
"And, Daddy, it's so important to me that you can touch me, that you can express your affection to me physically. So that's why you have to be strong. That's why you can only touch what you can see." She looked back up at him, her eyes electric. "Can you be strong like I need you to be?"
"K-Kitty..."
"Can you?" Her voice was demanding, firm. He looked at her, lost.
"Yes, Princess." He gave in, gave in to the craziness, gave in to the lust he felt in his iron-hard erection.
"No matter what I say, right, Daddy? Even if," her voice became sultry, "even if I ask you to lift my skirt up? Or if I ask you to push my panties down?"
He was trembling, aroused beyond belief. This girl had the power to push all of his buttons. He nodded, quietly.
"Then, kiss me, Daddy, to seal the deal." She looked intently at him. "If we kiss, right here, right now, then neither of us will ever feel anything but good about what we do together."
She leaned up to him, her eyes closed. He looked at her, her pretty face flushed, her brown hair in its usual neat ponytail. Her lips looked full, plush, velvet. He took a deep breath, and leaned in, taking in her face as he came closer. That face that he knew so well, that he had seen every day of his life. His lips came into contact with hers, father's on daughter's, in a sweet, soft, gentle kiss. She felt so pliant in his arms, so giving. It was a perfect kiss, no tongue, no greed.
Kitty felt like she was kissing her father for hours, her heart pounding in her throat. She had her arms around his neck, limp in his arm, her chest lightly rubbing against his. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and she knew that if he asked her to, she would simply give herself totally to him.
For Mark, the kiss was a fulfillment of every dream he had ever had. The girl's body was completely relaxed in his grasp, her soft breasts pushing against his bare chest. And when he finally pulled back from her, she sighed contentedly, and looked at him with soft eyes.
"That's that, then, Daddy," she said, happily. "Now, then, big guy," she smirked, pushing him in the chest so that he fell onto his back, "we can get on with it, hmmm?" And she lifted a long leg over him and settled back to sit on his middle. He panicked as she let her sweet ass come into contact with his groin, because his cock, so hard now, had pushed up onto his stomach. She looked at him, one eyebrow raised, and let herself down.
"Mmmmm. That feels nice, Daddy," she cooed, her pussy right on top of his length. All that was between them was her satin panties and the sheet. She could feel every ridge of him against her, the thickness pushing between her lips and spreading her apart. She was already so wet she felt slick.
He goggled at her, sitting on him, the way she had done so many times when she had been a little girl. But of course, so much was different now. She was so sexy, he couldn't help but reach his hands up and place them on her waist.
"Only what I can see, right, Baby?"
"Mm-hm," she hummed, shifting forward on his cock. His erection slipped down the length of her slit, the head pushing against her clit through the two thin layers separating them. She shuddered delicately, then moved forward again.
