Kitty laid frozen in his bed as her daddy looked her over. He had stepped into the room, still with a smile, with a curious tilt.
"What do you think you're doing, Kitty?" he queried, reaching for the blanket in an attempt to pull it down.
Kitty gripped the blanket tighter, hoping the absolute terror she was feeling didn't show in her gaze that was locked with his.
"I-I... I don't feel good, Daddy," she stammered, hoping Daddy would see her flushed face as a fever, and not of the sexual kind.
Her father immediately frowned, taking his hand away from the blanket to reach for her forehead. "You do feel warm, princess," he responded, his frown becoming more pronounced as he felt her heat. "Let me go make you some soup."
Relief swept through the 18 year old's body almost as fast as the sharp lance of desire did when her father touched her skin. "Okay, Daddy. I think I'll go to my bed, though. I'm sorry I came to yours."
Daddy bent to press a kiss to her forehead. Kitty closed her eyes, savoring the feeling, managing to bite back a whimper. "Stay wherever you want, baby." He straightened, gave her a smile, and set off to start on the soup.
As soon as she heard his footsteps on the stairs, Kitty quickly righted her clothing, jumped out of his bed, and raced across the hall to throw herself under her own covers.
As the evening dragged on, slowly, as she had confined herself to bed with nothing to do, her father's words floated back to her.
'Kitty, your mother's gone on business for the weekend.'
And as the words floated through her head, so did the tantalizing idea of maybe, quite possibly... seducing her father.
Kitty shook her head, like, physically, hoping to clear away the idea mentally. It was illegal. Or something like that. And it was wrong, He was her daddy. It didn't matter how tight his ass was, or how lickable his chest was, or how huge his -
NO. Kitty slammed the mental door shut on that idea, as soon as her father walked into her room with her soup and her laptop.
"I figured you'd be bored," he explained, leaning over her to set her computer on the other side of her, while placing the warm bowl of soup into her hands. "Holler if you need anything else, baby."
"Yes daddy," she gratefully responded, licking her lips as she watched his ass as he walked out.
Later that night, after her daddy had gone to sleep and Kitty was attempting to sleep, she revisited the idea of sleeping with her dad while her mother was away...
She thought about it so much that one of her hands was already in her panties, sliding between her wet lips.
She remembered this afternoon, and the fear of being caught fingering herself in his bed. She wondered if he could smell her on the sheets... if maybe it was making him hard.
She wondered if this afternoon might have gone differently... Because while she had been filled with fear, the fear of being humiliated, scolded, rejected, there was also the desire to see what he would do if he saw her naked body, see how all grown up his baby girl was.
If he had pulled down the blanket, seen her shirt pulled up above her breasts. Her nipples had been so hard, so begging to be sucked. Would his eyes have traveled down her body, over her cheerleader's body down to where her hand was still knuckles deep in her pussy?
What would he have said? What would he have done?
In her fantasy, he would have let his hand trace down her stomach, taut with need, til it reached where her hand was shoved in her cunt.
"Does my baby girl need help?" he'd ask.