It was very late when the thunderstorm rolled in. I for the better part of the night had been up watching some porn. A bright flash filled the room followed by a loud crack that shook the house. My 18 year old daughter's feet scampered across the hall and burst through the door and lunged into the bed. I abruptly turned the tv off.
"Daddy can I sleep with you?" Emma asked.
Her sweet young face was screwed up in frightened frown.
"Sure baby. Of course." I said.
Another bolt of lightning and she was under the covers curling herself around my waist. I swallowed hard, hoping that she wouldn't notice it. Her arm touched my cock, slightly grazed it but I was still dripping with precum. She lifted the covers and tilted her head as if looking at something she'd never seen before. She was an intelligent girl and at her age she had seen videos online and talked with her friends about it. She just stared at it for a long time until she looked up at me with her sweet blue eyes.
"Does it hurt daddy?" She asked.
"No. Daddy's alright."
I put the covers back down and she rolled to face away from me. A part of me was curious as to what she might do with it but I let the thought pass.
"Will you hold me daddy?" She asked.
I moved in close and wrapped my arms around her and positioned my swollen cock so it laid on the outside of her nightgown. She fell asleep moments later.
Another week passed by before another heavy thunder storm rolled in. As before Emma lunged into my bed and curled up with me. I was prepared this time and I had on some boxers and was watching the National Geographic channel. Something about sharks. Emma wrapped her arms around me and her hand rested just above my belly button. My cock twitched and I forced the sensation down but still grew. I tried focusing on the tv, "the sharks. Think of the sharks" I told myself but that faded when I realized Emma's hand was drifting. Ever so slowly it was drifting, downwards and over my boxers and she found my growing hardness.
"Is it always hard daddy?" She asked innocently.
