An empty pizza box sat on the coffee table beside a couple empty beer bottles and a two-liter Fanta bottle with only an inch of orange soda in the bottom. The movie credits had finished rolling and gave way to the pay-per-view movie menu. Dean's head was propped up by he left hand while Rachel lay sleeping across the sofa with her head on his lap, facing the television.
Rachel moved slightly, turning her body onto her right side, and settling back with her head on his lap. A moment later her eyes fluttered open. She felt slightly disoriented for a few seconds then glanced up at her sleeping father. Her eyes shifted rapidly then focused on the mound that filled out the crotch of his pajama pants. She starred at it and bit her lower lip. A memory came back as clear as the original vision. It was a memory that came to mind when Katie and the sluts spoke about her father's DILF status. It was the seed that started the fantasy that filled her mind while Katie spread the shaving cream over her mound.
Two years earlier, Dean's car was in the shop overnight, so he had jogged home from work early and had taken a shower. Rachel arrived home to what seemed to be an empty house and climbed the stairs towards her bedroom. She dropped her bag at the door of her room then opened the bathroom door across the hall. Trudy had taken the original locking doorknob from the second-floor bathroom and exchanged it with the knob from the door to the den for her own privacy while she "worked." So, no security device prevented Rachel from flinging the door open. The ensuite of the master bedroom was being renovated, leaving only Rachel's bathroom available for Dean to grab his shower. All of this lead up to the moment Rachel had suppressed until Katie and The Sluts spoke about his fuckability.
Dean stood with a towel over his head, drying his hair, when Rachel burst through the door. He pushed the towel back, away from his eyes, and noticed his daughter standing in the bathroom doorway. He froze. She Froze. Her eyes were fixated on his naked body and for a fraction of a second that seemed like minutes, neither moved. Finally, Dean dropped the towel and covered himself just as Rachel turned and rushed out the door. Neither spoke about the incident and the doorknob on the bathroom was changed the next day.
Rachel lay with her head on his lap, her eyes were fixed on the front of her father's pajamas and her mind was fixed on the mass of flesh that lurked behind the thin fabric, drawing on that memory. The cock she visited in her mind slept just a few inches from her eyes, her mouth, her tongue. She hardly realized her hand had slipped into her pajama pants and had started to play with her tingling clitoris as she drifted off to sleep.
*****
Dean awoke softly and noticed Rachel was still asleep with her head on his lap. Her forehead was pressed against the crotch of his pajama pants. Only thin layers of fabric separated his daughter's face from his manhood. His cock instantly began to swell as the intimacy of the situation got his mind racing with thoughts a father should not have about his own daughter. It didn't matter how wrong those thoughts were, his cock was under their spell. As it grew firm and large, the thoughts grew, unrestrained and more sinful.
He couldn't wake her without causing unspeakable embarrassment for both of them. The small part of his brain that wasn't swimming in the euphoria of an incestuous fantasy, searched for a way out of the situation. He needed to slip out from under her and replace his swelling cock... err lap... with something... a cushion. His eyes scanned the chair to the left, but it was too far to reach the throw pillow wedged in the corner. To his right, he might have seen a cushion had it not been for Rachel's body taking his eyes captive.
Through the opening of the collar and the small spaces between the buttons of her pajama top, hints of flesh teased his gaze. While mostly hidden within fabric shadows, hints of her right breast could be seen if he focused his vision long enough. But he couldn't hold his sight on her chest for long, not with the view of her hand down the front of her pajama pants only a foot and a half further down her body. Those sinful thoughts continued to grow.
Without thinking, his fingers tangled in Rachel's hair, but he didn't control the small twitches her head made as she slept. Those movements massaged his cock through a few layers of fabric, and it was all he could do to suppress a primal groan. Within seconds he was fully erect, his cock completely engorged and pushing out towards the source of its pleasure, his daughter. He felt control slipping away from him when a quiet moan escaped her lips. He was ready to burst right then.
After a few torturous minutes, something changed in Rachel's movements. She stirred and appeared to be waking up. Not wanting to be caught enjoying his daughter in this sinful way, he closed his eyes and let his mouth drop open to let his breath sounds feign a restful slumber. Perhaps she might not notice the raging hard-on.
As she awoke, that mass of flesh she had been dreaming of was caressing her face through tented pajama pants. She froze for a moment before casting her eyes upward to her father's face. He seemed to be sleeping.
Holy shit! What the hell is happening? What do I do?
Rachel wondered.
She had fallen asleep on the sofa with her father many times before. Sometimes with her feet stretched out over his lap, sometimes she slept with her head on his lap. The night after her birthday they had stayed up late watching a movie and fell asleep in a similar position, but perhaps not as intimate as this occasion. She began to wonder if she had provoked such a reaction that night and hadn't known.
Rachel didn't want to wake her father in his state of arousal and cause him any embarrassment. She wrestled with the idea of not moving at all, and settling back with her face pressed against his cock filled pajamas.
What the fuck? Why would I do that? Katie can't find out about this!
She let his sheathed erection brush against her face a little while longer while she pondered, feeling an arousal building within her core. For a moment she entertained the ideas Katie had suggested. For a moment she felt control slipping away. Then a soft groan escaped her father's lips and brought those ideas to an abrupt halt.
She decided it would be best if she just turned onto her other side and give her dad a few minutes to... go limp. She moved slowly to turn, hoping she wouldn't wake him. Or worse yet, cause his release! She would fake sleeping if he did wake up. A perfect plan to ride out this awkward situation. Dean continued to fake his own sleep, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief when Rachel face was no longer pressed against his swollen member.
*****
Sunlight broke through the living room window. Dean had left Rachel sleeping on the sofa when he felt the beers from the night before begging to get out. He woke her in time for her to get ready for school, then cleared the pizza box and bottles from the coffee table. He poured a bowl of cereal for himself and one for his daughter.
Both dawned their best poker face, hiding the night's activity from each other, unaware the other was awake through the awkward moments they shared.
"Daddy, when is mom coming back?" Rachel asked.
Oh how hearing her call him Daddy stirred some sinful thoughts. She had called him Daddy a million times before but after that night, it would feel different. The innocence of that title was gone.
"I'm not sure," Dean replied. "We are—"
The doorbell rang. Both Rachel and Dean looked towards the door and waited briefly before responding.
"That's probably Katie," Rachel said as she stepped out of the kitchen.
Seconds later, Katie sat and chatted while Rachel and Dean finished their breakfast. She eyed the father and daughter with a smirk on her face until they had finished their meal. Something seemed off. Before she could put much thought to it, she followed Rachel up the stairs to the bedroom and went right to the closet to pick out something for her friend to wear.
"Have I ever told you—" Katie started.
"Yes, I know, my dad's a DILF," Rachel said as she rolled her eyes.
"True, but I was going to say that you need some new sexy stuff to wear."
"Oh... Yeah. Maybe we can hit the mall on Saturday."
"Serious, you're going to let me find you some slut worthy skirts and tops?"
"Maybe... We never did get around to the banana and cucumber, yesterday," Rachel said and immediately questioned why she had.
Katie pondered for a moment. There was definitely something different. Something about the silence between Rachel and Dean that raised suspicions, but she thought better of asking. "Right, we'll have to work on that after school. Hopefully, your mother doesn't interrupt us again."
"She's gone. Some work thing in Italy," Rachel said as she hooked her bra around her body.
Katie nodded with a smile as she tossed a light coloured, skin-tight shirt towards Rachel and said, "Good. We'll start with blow jobs."
"This shirt is white... I'm wearing a black bra."
"Exactly the look I was going for. I would suggest going braless, but Dee tried that last week and got sent home before class even started."
"You guys are so bad!" Rachel said as she slipped on a pair of jeans.
