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Another sleepless night. This new medication is kicking my ass. It helps with the migraines, but damn, it gives me insomnia. Third night in two weeks that sleep has totally been elusive.
Tonight, as always, I lay in bed for a few hours, trying to clear my head and fall a sleep. Unfortunately, with these meds, my brain is firing on all pistons. After two hours of laying in bed doing nothing, I get up to read. That’s where I am now, in my office reading on my kindle with the lights still off. It’s currently 4:45 am, and I’m the only one up in the house and it’s still dark. To not wake others, I kept the lights off.
I’m in the middle of a great chapter when I hear something in the kitchen. From where I’m sitting in my office, I do not have a line of sight to the dining room or the kitchen past it. However, from the office doorway, I can get a good view. Quietly, I move to the door and, without leaving the darkness, peer out on the off chance it’s an intruder or something. To my astonishment, I notice an under-counter light on, and my daughter Misty getting a glass of water and decide not to bother her.
I sit down and get back to my book, and continue reading the good but long chapter I was enjoying. After finishing the chapter, I figure I should attempt to get some sleep one last try. As I’m nearing the office door, I notice something in the kitchen, so I stop and focus. My eyes are still adjusting from looking at the kindle screen, but in moments I realize what it is, and it is utterly heart-stopping.
Misty has a chair from the dining table turned sideways, effectively having her facing the main living area and my office to the side. She has her butt slid forward, leaning back with legs spread, totally naked. I’m in shock. She is back-lit by the under-counter light and I cannot make out details, but I can make out the outlines enough to realize she seems in the process of pinching her nipple with one hand while the other hand is down between her legs into a darkness my vision cannot pierce.
I’m frozen in total confusion, as I never looked upon my daughter as a sexual being before. Sure, I know having recently turned 18, she more than likely masturbates. She might have a sex life and, if I’m honest, may not be a virgin. I know all this, but it was always academic. I’ve never really associated my little girl with doing things like a mature sexual being would.
I’ve never even taken a glance at my sweet girl sexually. Like all families, I’ve seen the random accidental thing. A towel slipped or a dive into the pool, shifted her bikini top to expose a little. That has never drawn my attention or arousal. But now, I realize, this accidental scene has given me a raging hard on.
As I come to grips with the effect that she is having on me, I step back a little, a little further into the darkness of my office. I’m ashamed I’m looking, but cannot draw my eyes away. And suddenly I hear what is going on. The wet sounds as my daughter’s fingers are entering her and exploring. The light moans and mewling that I can tell she is trying to keep quiet. My heart is racing as the sound of her stroking gets faster. I can see her body twisting in pleasure, which subconsciously has my hand going down to rub my shaft from outside my thin sleep shorts.
She is bucking and grunting, and a fresh course of guilt hits me. I’m overwhelmed. I silently back up to my desk and sit down. Why did I watch? I should have turned away. Or maybe made a noise to let her know I was here. Or even said something when she got the water. But no, I watched instead. What’s wrong with me?
I know I didn’t want to surprise her in the act. One of us probably would get loud, and I didn’t want her to have to explain this to her mother. Or worse, her brother. I understand what she was doing. I’ve done it. Hell, I bet everyone has. Masturbating in a risky place that carries some chance of getting caught. Not that you really want to be, but the feeling that you could get caught making it that much more erotic. I don’t think what she is doing is abnormal. What is abnormal is me, her dad, watching.
I put my elbows on my desk and plop my head on my hands. Karma takes over, and my elbow bumped the kindle, moving it only a titch. But that was enough for the kindle, in-turn to bump into a pencil that rolled off the desk in slow motion. Like in a cartoon, the pencil crashes into my hardwood floor and makes that telltale pencil dropping sound at what feels like 1000 decibels. FUCK.
I pick up my kindle and flip to the next page, hoping that if she heard the pencil, she’ll think I couldn’t see her while I was sitting here reading.
A few minutes later, and misty comes into my office, “Hey dad. Another sleepless night?”
I press the button on my remote to turn on the office light. The light temporarily blinded me, so I rub my eyes and say, “Oh, hey baby. No, sleep has been elusive tonight. I’m about ready to go back and try one more time.”
Misty walks around the desk and I can tell she is only wearing a T-shirt. It comes down far enough to cover everything, barely. I can tell she is wearing no bra underneath, with her nipples poking out so clearly. Then it hits me and I realize I can smell her sex. I try to keep my expression neutral as my mind is screaming at me that a foot in front of my face is my daughter’s wet pussy without panties only covered by a thin shirt.
My daughter is really a good-looking girl. No, a good-looking woman. She is five-foot-five with a thin frame. She has her mom’s tits, large but much more perky. I’m guessing around DD, but I never looked at her bra size. Her skin is so soft looking and her complexion is clear. Her smile can lighten anyone’s heart and her hair is a lovely light brown with red highlights that looks spectacular on her. Objectively she is hot.
She leans down and gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry daddy, maybe you need better things to dream about.”
With my head on her shoulder hugging her, I get a view down her back. The shirt rose enough when she bent over to expose the curve of her ass.
“I wish it was that easy, baby. I do.”
She backs away a few steps and looks me up and down. I’m afraid she might notice my hard on, but she says nothing about it. “OK, well good night daddy. I’m going to get a little more sleep. I woke up with a desire to get a glass of water. Go to bed. You promised we’d go to a movie later today and I’m holding you to that, tired or not.”
“OK, I will try. Good night, baby.”
She goes up the stairs to her bedroom, and I hear her bedroom door close. Without thinking, I go into the half bath and start stroking one out. I almost cum before I realize I’m masturbating to thoughts of my daughter. My post ejaculation guilt was epic, and I cried for several minutes before cleaning up and heading to bed.
I fall asleep after a bit and get woken up at 7 am by my wife telling me she and my son are leaving soon. I get up to see both of them off. My son has a two-week school engineering club trip. It’s taking them to two different engineering schools and a couple of companies. An extraordinary opportunity for him. My wife is helping to chaperon the trip. So for the next two weeks, it’s only Misty and me at the house. This trip lined up to start when my forced four-month sabbatical starts, so a lot of relaxing is in order. And I should have enough time to ask the doctor to prescribe some different meds.
I’m still crazy tired, so I decide to crawl back into bed as they drive off. It’s getting warm, so I strip down to boxers and jump in. I scoot over to the middle just because I could and defiantly pulling out the corner my wife tucks in so tightly.
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I awake to the world shaking and a giggle. “Wake up, sleepyhead!”
It takes a moment for me to come to my senses and realize the earth shaking is Misty jumping on the bed, trying to wake me. “OK, OK, what’s going on? What time is it?”
“It’s noon, and time to get cleaned up. Movies at 2 pm,” my daughter says, suddenly ripping off the blankets from me.
I’m all sweaty because of how warm it is. It may be time to start using the AC.
