SUMMARY: This is a complete work of fiction. This is Chapter Four of the events that transpired after an unexpected experience between Danielle and her dad at a fertility clinic. Two months go by since she gave her dad a blow job and she is so worked up, she starts pushing her dad to do things he is resistant to do.
All characters in this story are 18 or older.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story has seven chapters. All chapters have already been written, but I decided to release just a chapter or two at a time. Most likely, I will continue publishing the remaining chapters at regular intervals, until they are all there for you to read. Each chapter is short, by design. I wanted to keep this story simple and to the point. Hopefully you are getting as much enjoyment out of reading them as I did from writing them!
STORY:
Chapter Four.
After giving my daddy a blowjob (the best blowjob ever, according to him), things really felt different around our house. Barriers weren't exactly gone, but they were noticeably flimsy. Things just felt... looser. Over the next two months, we didn't do anything sexual, but we did have several deep conversations that I doubt we ever would have if it hadn't been for the three orgasms I had given him (and one of my own). We laughed a little more easily. We joked. And, my favorite part, we were a little more touchy-feely with each other. Not in a sexual way, mind you. But if we hugged, it tended to be one those movie hugs that made the audience melt. When we watched movies, I inevitably ended up snuggled right next to him. I also started wearing his shirts from time to time. I don't know why, but it made me feel even closer to him that he didn't seem to mind that I did it. I just walked into his closet when I wanted one and grabbed it.
Now, despite nothing sexual happening, that didn't stop my body from feeling distinctly aroused. And near constantly. I was fairly certain my daddy felt the same way, but we just never brought it up. For me, maybe I was still worried that he would put a final stop to my advances if I took advantage too often. But all in all, I felt extremely close to my father during that time. I felt safe.
Which leads me to our next... incident.
It was a Sunday night and dad had been watching football that afternoon. I cooked spaghetti and we ate together after the game. Oh, and he had been drinking since noon. Not heavily, but I know he had gone through his first six pack of beer already, and was working on a second. Maybe that should have been a sign for me not to push anything. But whatever. I was feeling exceptionally frisky. As I mentioned earlier, my arousal was near constant. Well, it had been over a month since I had even masturbated, so maybe you can imagine how I was feeling. Oh, and his five o'clock shadow was particularly sexy looking, which I had discovered to be something that I found extremely attractive on hm.
Anyway.
After dinner, we decided to watch a movie together. I was wearing one of his shirts, which was common like I said. It was a blue button-down shirt with a collar. It was loose on me, but I didn't mind. I decided to go braless that particular evening, and I wore a pair of soft, cottony shorts that I often slept in. The shirt was long enough that it hid my shorts, and beneath that was all leg. I had the top two buttons undone and one side of the shirt was hanging off my shoulder. Was I trying to look seductive? Probably. My boobs weren't visible, but a patch of unblemished skin was. You could just make out the base of the upper slope of my right breast.
I was feeling worked up, and in the back of my head, I had a certain direction I hoped our conversation would go. But at the same time, I was curious about something that we hadn't talked about in over two months. I let him finish one more beer before springing my first question on him.
"Dad?" I said. I hadn't been calling him "daddy" as much.
"Hm?" he said.
"Are you almost ready to reschedule your appointment with the clinic for your procedure?" I asked, curious.
He hesitated and then shrugged, glancing at me as he said, "I'm not sure, really."
Back when he first told me about it, he had seemed so certain about going through with it. I frowned, wondering why that had changed. After a minute, I asked, "Are you having second thoughts about doing it?"
My dad looked at me but didn't say anything. I was morbidly curious what he was thinking about, but I held my tongue. After a minute, he took another long drink of his beer. Then he said, "I don't think so, no. It's just not a very pressing issue for me right now, I guess."
Nodding slowly, I considered his words. Then I offered, "Not pressing because... you don't have a girlfriend?"
He shrugged, looking away from me. His cheeks flushed slightly as he sat there. That made me wonder. And hope, a little. Maybe, if I prodded gently, in the right direction...
"Daddy?" I called to him softly. It dawned on me that I usually called him "daddy" when I wanted something from him. And I did. I was feeling wired. My body was laced with arousal that had been there, on and off, for over a month. And that made me feel somewhat bold. When he looked at me, I bit my lip.
"What?" he asked, sounding a touch apprehensive. He glanced at me, but quickly looked away, like he knew what was coming next.
For a minute, I couldn't breathe. A question floated through my head that I was nervous to ask. But I knew I wanted to. Swallowing, I forced myself to whisper, "What if I said you could have sex with me?"
His head whipped toward me, a look of complete surprise on his face. Ok, so he had not been expecting that question after all. "What?" was all he said.
Shrugging, suddenly uncomfortable, I looked down at my lap. Then I said, "I mean, would that help?"
