I was persuaded to write this stand-alone story by a female friend, but it is a bit out of my comfort zone to write as a female. However, she said she would help with some parts, and I said I would give it a try, so don't be too harsh. It is a father and daughter story, with an element of cheating, so if this offends you, you can pass on this one.
All characters in the story are fictitious and over 18 years of age.
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I grew up as an only child, and I was always a curious girl, but had no one to ask about things that people might say were...lets say...a bit taboo. In recent years of course, the internet has allowed me to search for whatever interests me, as long as I do it in private.
I have messed around with a few boys and let a few touch me over my clothes, but I have little other experience of sex except for what I have learned on the internet, so of course I know all the mechanics of it, just not how it feels.
I've always been small, hitting five'4'' at age 18 in my bare feet, with a boyishly slim figure and sadly not endowed with even medium breasts, unlike my friends. My best feature is probably my waist length dark hair, but it's probably not the first thing boys look at, is it? It doesn't bother me that much, and has some advantages, as I can get away with buying smaller clothes that are often less expensive than if I had a more voluptuous outline. Every cloud and all that.
The other advantage for me is that my dad still seems to think I am his 'little girl', and I can get away with being a bit of a brat sometimes, although on the whole I think I behave reasonably well.
I love both my mom and dad, but I seem to have more of a link with my dad, maybe because he spoils me more, for the reason I've given.
Also, I do sort of 'fancy' him as a man, with his good looks, quiet disposition, strong physique, and short, soft beard. So much so, that I have recently started to tease him a little, just a sort of experiment to feel what his body is like against me and see his reaction. Nothing blatant or full on, just a longer hug than usual, or a tighter hug than usual, pressing my body against his for a bit longer than necessary, that kind of thing. He never stops me, but sometimes I sense a bit of tension in him.
Like many kids, I used to like to sit on Mom or Dad's lap to watch TV or, usually at weekends, jump into their bed with them both regularly, to chat and have a cuddle, nothing sexual, just a sort of family bonding that became so natural that they don't think anything about it. The thing is, that even at 18, with my small stature, I still do these things and like it, and they just see it as normal. It's part of feeling loved and being part of our family.
However, now that I am technically an adult, I am beginning to have other feelings too, mainly towards my lovely dad, and I have started to feel different when I am hugging or cuddling with him in their bed even though my mom is next to me the on the other side.
For example, yesterday, which was a Saturday, there had been a frost overnight and I woke up feeling a bit cold. As was my habit on non-workdays for them, I nipped out of bed and across the landing.
I tapped on their door, "Is it ok if I come in for a while, I'm a bit cold?" I asked. I always ask just in case - you know, they are doing stuff - I have heard them, so I know they do.
"Yes, come in," Dad replied.
I jumped in-between them in my usual nightwear of long T shirt and sleep-shorts, I don't like to wear a bra or panties to sleep in, so it's normally just that.
"Wow, Katie sweetheart, your feet are freezing," Dad said, as I brushed his bare leg with my foot getting into bed.
"Oh, keep her away from me then," Mom said, jokingly, and turned over, her back to me.
"Come on, cuddle up then," Dad said, turning on his side to face me and opening his arms, something I had done many times before.
"Mmmm you're nice and warm," I said, quietly, as I moved closer, facing him.
He put his arms round me and drew me closer to him, so our clothes were touching, "Is that better?"
"Oh yes, much," I said, snuggling closer to get his warmth.
I stayed like that for a short while, feeling my body slowly warming up again, while I think Mom was back to dozing on the other side of me.
After a few minutes, I gradually became aware that a part of him, at my tummy level, was more solid than the rest of him.
I know I don't have much experience, but I am not naïve, I thought that he might have an erection and it was lightly pressing against my stomach.
I didn't move and neither did he.
To be honest, I wasn't sure what I should do. If I said something, Mom would almost certainly get angry, and Dad would probably be mortified.
The thought went through my head, 'Does my dad have an erection because of me or is it just a morning thing?'.
I had teased him a bit over the last few months, but nothing ever really came of it, except a funny look now and then, but this was different. Was he hard because he found me sexually attractive, was it just a basic male reaction, or what?
It did find it a bit sexy, feeling my Dad's cock just touching me, so without being obvious, I moved up a little so I could put my head on the pillow, but kept close against him. He stayed still, his eyes half closed, but his hard cock now pressed right on my mound through our clothes and...omg, it just twitched...I felt it, the head bit nudged the top of my covered slit. I was actually feeling my dad's cock there against me.
"You're shuffling around a bit," Dad said.
"Yes, sorry, my shirt was all rucked up in a lump but its better now," I replied, keeping still.
"Perhaps you're getting a bit too old to be in here with us," Dad said, thoughtfully.
"Aww, she's ok, just let her get warm," Mom said, sleepily.
I thought for a moment Dad was going to stop me spending time together with them in their room, but thankfully Mom didn't seem to think it was a problem, thank goodness.
After that, I tried to stay still, but I was still feeling that pressure against the top of my mound from what I knew to be my dad's hard cock.
Strange, I thought, Dad hadn't moved away from me or anything, and unless it was my imagination or just his cock getting a little bit bigger, the pressure I felt seemed to have increased a bit. He wasn't moving, it was just a constant pressure.
He had put one arm over and around me holding me against him for warmth earlier and I had one hand resting on his waist as I faced him. As if my arm was tiring, I deliberately let it drop down onto his hip. OMG his cock twitched again against my mound.
I felt the goosebumps erupt on my arms and legs and couldn't stop myself giving an involuntary little giggle.
"What?" he mouthed, silently, opening his eyes.
I shook my head very gently in a 'nothing' silent answer, and he closed his eyes again.
I felt his heartbeat increase though through my own chest that was against his.
Then the tiniest movement of his hips backwards, reducing the pressure of his cock against me, followed by the same amount back again.
Did I imagine that or was it real. I waited to see if it was going to happen again.
A moment passed and another, then, yes there it was again, just enough to rub the head of his cock against the top of my slit through our clothes. As my own heartbeat sped up at the thought that it had to be deliberate, I realised that he was purposefully, but minutely, rubbing his cock on me.
The movements continued slowly, so subtle that only my heightened senses felt it, and I was sure there were no movements of the bed that would alert Mom to what was going on. I kept still and let it happen.
Gradually, I felt my sleep-shorts getting damp as those tiny movements aroused me more and more. My nipples had grown hard and were pressing into his chest through our thin clothes, I was sure he must be able to feel them although he gave no sign. This was the first time he had been anything but 'proper' with me. I was heading into a sort of arousal heaven, but not sure what was going to happen next.
He made no other advances or gestures, just that very slow small movement that was starting to drive me insane with the pleasure and thought of what he was doing.
"Well," said Mom, suddenly.
