The sun shone through the window, bright after the late night storm. I started to stir and blink my eyes, and it took me a minute to realize where I was. I opened my eyes fully and realized I was snuggled up next to daddy. His hair tickled my nose, and I smiled and rubbed my face into his chest. He stirred, but didn't wake. I felt happy and content, but then I remembered what daddy said about needing to talk today, and my nerves kicked in.
What if he never wanted to do this again, what if he felt guilty? What if I wasn't good in bed, and he was no longer attracted to me? Before I let all my what-ifs run me crazy, I shook my head to clear them and took a deep breath in, smelling daddy's handsome, manly scent.
I decided the best way to start the day was with a good breakfast, so I slowly untangled myself from daddy's arms and slipped out of bed as quietly as possible. I shrugged back into his shirt, and went across the hall to my bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. My hair was a mess from the night before, so I quickly styled it back into the long dutch braids that daddy always liked so much. I took a good hard look at myself in the mirror, but try as I might to feel ashamed or guilty, all I felt was happiness.
Still wearing daddy's shirt, I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. I started some coffee and pulled some eggs and bacon out of the refrigerator. I was just mixing the pancake batter when daddy walked into the kitchen. He was wearing athletic shorts and his hair was ruffled from sleep. He looked more handsome than ever.
"Good morning daddy! Hope you're hungry!"
"I could get used to this!" he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"You just sit there and relax, I have bacon in the oven and pancakes on the stove. How do you want your eggs this morning?"
"Scrambled is fine Jenny. We need to talk about last night."
"Just a minute daddy, I don't want to burn your pancakes!"
I finally got all the breakfast items plated and topped off with some fresh berries, then sat down to join daddy at the table.
"This is delicious sweetheart, thank you. About last night..."
"Before you say anything daddy, I need to let you know that I've never been happier. I never would have believed that something like this could happen between us, but now that it has, I hope it doesn't have to change. I don't feel guilty, and neither should you. We're both adults, and I wanted this as much as you did."
"But baby, you have to understand, this is wrong. I'm your father. I'm supposed to protect you, not take advantage of you."
I got up from my seat at the breakfast table and walked over to daddy. I straddled his lap and kissed him deeply, running my fingers through his chest hair.
"Does this seem like you're taking advantage of me daddy? I want you. I love you, and I think we can make each other happy in ways that other fathers and daughters only dream of. I'm protected, so we don't have to worry about any consequences of our relationship, and nobody ever has to know."
I could feel him growing hard under my lap, and with those words, he lifted me enough to free his throbbing cock, only to sheath it inside of me as he lowered me back down. He kissed me passionately and opened the buttons on my shirt, pushing my upper body backwards over the table so he could touch and feel my breasts. I leaned back on my elbows, pushing plates and coffee mugs out of the way. He lifted and lowered me fully, his strong arms working in tandem with my legs to bring us both to the brink. His cock perfectly stroked that spot inside me, and before I knew it, I was cumming, squeezing his cock repeatedly with my spasms and milking him dry when his own orgasm hit.
"Ok kitten, ok." He said. I couldn't have been happier than I was in this moment. He held me close for a moment before I climbed off his lap. We sat and finished our breakfast, and I got a secret satisfaction from feeling his cum dripping down my thighs while I finished my coffee.
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After a lazy morning and a conversation about what we wanted to do for the day, we both decided to take showers and get dressed. My time in the shower was the first real alone time I'd had since I got to the condo last night, and I couldn't help but reflect on all that had happened. I intended to try to think it all through with a clear head, but all I could think about was my daddy's hands on me and his cock inside me.
I smiled to myself and stepped out of the stall, wrapping myself in a towel. Heading into my room feeling fresh after my shower, I put my hair back in the braids and pulled some clothes out of my weekend bag. I wore a pair of distressed denim shorts and a loose button down linen top that tied up to show my navel.
