Snuggling with Daddy while Mom Snoozes Nearby
"Ooh, I feel something hard, daddy," Heather said in a playful shame-shame voice.
She was in her oversized T-shirt nightie, sitting on the loveseat, on top of Caledon, her stepdad.
"Right...," she wriggled her body into him, "...there."
Heather's mother Mary was slumped over the sofa, the light of the TV flickering on her sleeping face. Just in case she woke up, Heather also had a blanket covering both her and her stepdad. They had been watching a horror movie. She told her mom some parts were too scary, and she wanted to curl up next to Caledon for the last scenes, so she could hide her face in his shoulder ahead of the jump scares.
The movie was over. She was still on his lap as the movie's credits rolled.
"It's nothing," he said.
"Like hell, it's nothing."
She brought her face close to his. One of her pigtails got in his eyes. He pulled his hand out from the warmth of the blanket to pull the hair back. He reached back into the blanket to keep his arms tight around Heather like they were for the last half hour.
"Why are you so hard, daddy?" she pressed on.
"Ignore it, bumpkin."
"You're horny again," she accused him.
"That's your imagination."
"All those half-naked women getting chased by the crazy guy make you horny?"
"Please," he replied.
"Horny for me?" she squeaked innocently, grinding into him again.
He shifted uncomfortably. "No, it's, it's, uh, a natural reaction to...physical stimulation...leading to unexpected...arousal..."
"Just say you're horny!" she cried out.
"Hush!" he shushed her.
They looked at her mother on the sofa, who snored a little.
They looked back at each other.
Heather leaned into him and said softly, "I'm horny, too."
Low, ominous music played over the movie credits on the screen.
She kissed his cheek very slowly with a moan. He pecked her back quickly and turned away. She licked his cheek with another low aroused moan. Under the covers, her hands were over his. She took one of his hands and brought it down to her thighs.
"Baby," he began.
"Hush," she whispered.
She rubbed that hand on her thighs. She pulled up the hem of her T-shirt. She played with his fingers. Then she made one of his fingers poke her underwear. She put her lips to his ear and went:
"Mm," with a soft giggle.
"Okay," he said, exhaling. "Movie's over. We should, you know..."
"Make out?"
"No, we should..."
"Ooh, make love?"
"No, stop, we should..."
"Fuck?"
"We should turn in! Say goodnight. Geez."
He shook his head and started pushing her off. Instead, she leaned into him.
"I'll go if you tuck me in."
"You're too old for that. College age. And...and..." he lost his words when she put his fingers to her underwear again.
This time she put her mouth to his ear, said, "Ooh," and licked the ear.
"Heather...," he complained weakly.
She writhed back and forth on his lap, feeling his hardness.
"Oh, man," he muttered.
She rocked away on him faster. She stopped to reach behind her. With a mischievous grin, she unbuttoned his pants without looking.