"Do you want to watch a movie Daddy?"
Scanning our DVD collection, I pick out a romantic comedy and show my father, who's almost finished washing the after-dinner dishes. Mom's working late so won't be home until the early hours of the morning.
"Sure baby, put it on and I'll be there soon. You should go change into some warm pajamas and get a blanket or two for us to keep warm under as well - it's going to be a cold night."
After the sofa is set up with pillows and blankets, and the movie is all ready to watch, Daddy comes and sits next to me under the covers with his arm around me. Just like he suggested, I've changed into a pair of warm grey track-pants and a baby blue singlet - not exactly the warmest top I could have changed into, but I'm too stubborn to wear an ugly long-sleeved shirt.
"Ready?" I look up at him and smile - even sitting, he's easily a head taller than me.
"Ready as I'll ever be." I know Daddy doesn't enjoy romantic comedies as much as actions or thrillers, but I also know he'll do anything to make me happy, so I give him an appreciative kiss on the cheek and press Play.
Halfway into the movie, Daddy's head is resting on top of mine and I can hear him softly snoring. It's not unusual for him to fall asleep relatively early - he works hard being a personal trainer at the local gym and is often ready to go to bed by the time he returns home. He's a young parent - as is my mother - I was born when they were both 18, and they hardly look old enough to be my parents even though I've recently had my own 18th birthday.
Daddy interrupts my thoughts by shifting his body so that one arm is still around me, but the other - which was previously resting on his own thigh - is resting on mine. Instantly, my legs are covered in goosebumps, as if a sudden warmth has run through me. I've never had overly sexual thoughts about my father before, but his strong hand resting on my small upper thigh is creating an unfamiliar feeling between my legs.
To be blunt, I'm a virgin. I've only ever had one boyfriend and we didn't have sex; I only gave him head one night when we were home alone. That's not to say I'm not attractive - I'm not afraid to admit that I've been approached by talent scouts for modelling agencies more than once - I've just had no desire to waste my time on the immature boys at college. They like to stare at my D-cup breasts and my long legs but that's all they care about.
Daddy shifts again and this time his arm that was around my shoulders is now around my waist between me and the couch, and his head is nuzzled in the curve of my neck. I can feel his steady breath which reaches the top of my breasts. His hand has also inched further up my thighs and now the tips of his fingers just barely touch between my legs. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I'm confused at how I could be getting so turned on when it's my father. It's so wrong, but I'm too horny to care. Carefully - without moving my body too much as I don't want to wake Daddy - I begin to remove my track-pants and underwear with the hand on the other side of my body from him. Once they're down past where his hand was resting, it gently falls onto my pussy. The smallest moan escapes my lips.
Suddenly, Daddy begins to stir.
Oh god, how will I explain this if he wakes up?
"Baby?" He murmurs.
Oh no...
"Mmm you feel so good, come to bed baby..."
