A Reluctant Daughter – Chap 4A

“I’m going to go take a shower and head to bed.” He announced.

“Already? I thought we would watch a movie.”

“Yeah sorry Chipmunk, but I’m just really tired. Work has been pretty busy lately.” I gave him a half-hearted smile, hoping that he was telling the truth.

Suddenly his demeanor changed. “Oh,” he said, obviously trying to be nonchalant but failing miserably. “Mom called, said she won’t be coming home tonight and she’s going to crash at a client’s house.” My smile turned to a frown as I watched my dad wince with the news, as if hearing it aloud gave him pain. I just knew he was going to sleep early tonight because of her. Going to sleep in an empty bed and waking up to a cold morning.

“Turn off the TV before you leave.” In my daydreaming, my dad had left, now already half-way up the stairs.

“G’dnight.” I yelled, sadness washing over me as I prayed that things would change.

Sometime around eleven I woke up. My head was smashed against the remote, an infomercial playing on the screen. I always did this, fell asleep in front of the TV. My dad got on my case about how it was a waste of electricity but for some reason I could never quite escape the sleepiness it brought on. I flicked the remote to turn it off and headed up stairs. It was a shame that I hadn’t finished the episode.

I was pretty much lost in thought when a soft groan made me stumble back a few steps. The sound appeared to be coming from my parent’s bedroom. I glanced over, the light was still slipping out from under their door, and if my dad’s night lamp was on it meant he was definitely still awake.

I snuck forward as quietly as possible. It was way past my bedtime, and he would no doubt be angry with me for being up so late. Convinced I was close enough, I reached forward and turned the door handle, careful to move it in such a way as to not emit any sound. If he was up this late it must be extremely important. Sometimes I liked to help him with his late night cases, it was good father-daughter bonding.

Once the knob was turned I pushed slightly, opening the door only about six inches. Instinctively I looked to the right.

The thing about my parents room is that when you open the door just a little bit you can get a clear glimpse of my mother’s nightstand. On it is her gigantic mirror which in turn gives a perfect view of the bed. When I was little I used it all the time to check if my parents were sleeping, it was a great way to be nosy and not get caught.

I concentrated on the mirror, the change in lighting taking a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. A picture formed in the reflection. All other thoughts flying out of my mind as I tried to wrap my head around what I was seeing. Yupp, my dad was definitely awake.

From the reflection I could tell he was naked. His white legs rested above the comforter, and he was sitting up with his back to the headboard. He was grabbing his penis with his right hand. Next to him was a big bottle of lotion that he must have used on it because it was all slick and shiny. Black curly hair peeked out from around his penis, I think it was called pubes.

I watched in fascination as his hands moved up and down. I had never seen one in real life before. Were they always so big? This must be what we called an erection, which would make sense since it was poking out and about like that. I knew guys liked to play with their dicks, and I knew at my age most girls had already sampled some dick for themselves, but I wasn’t like that. My friends liked to joke around and call me Mary, since the only way I was ever going to hook a guy was through immaculate conception. Oh the never ending virgin jokes.

My dad’s head was thrown back, his eyes closed, his hand still going up and down. I marveled at how perfect he was at doing that. He was moving in a rhythm and with each stroke his penis seemed to get bigger. I could tell he was enjoying it because his mouth was open and these soft moans were escaping his lips. His chest was covered in sweat, not unusual considering the heat, but I wondered if maybe moving his hand up and down like that was making him tired.

“Steph honey.” I froze, my back rigid. He had seen me, or maybe he had heard me. Looking at the reflection it didn’t appear so. His head was still rolled back and his hand hadn’t stopped moving. “Please just touch it. Touch daddy’s cock.” My eyes bugged at his words. My dad wanted me to touch his penis…um I mean cock? Right now? Glancing back at his reflection I could see he wasn’t even looking at me. That meant he was fantasizing about me touching it! My dad was thinking about me and getting horny. The thought gave me a weird sensation in the pit of my belly.

“Just a little honey.” Obviously my dad’s fantasy was getting better. It seemed impossible but his hand was increasing its speed. His lifted a little off of the bed, like he was straining towards something. “In your mouth Steph. Suck it in your mouth!” I gasped, forgetting my place and covering the sound quickly after.

“Daddy can’t put it in your pussy but he’ll put it in your mouth. Swallow daddy’s cum! Take it all! Uggh, you little tease!!” His words were getting stronger and I could tell something was about to happen. He moved his head back and opened his eyes, looking at his cock as he continued up and down its length. “Take it honey. Take it!” With his words I could feel something inside me grow wet. I reached down to touch the crotch of my underwear. The bottom of my panties were soaked. Not a normal wet, a slimy kind of wet. Feeling around myself I could tell the slime was coming from deep inside, kind of like pee.

I had just thought that when suddenly I fell forward. Taking my hand off the floor had made me unbalanced and although I had been squatting next to the crack in the door I felt myself quickly fall forward, my head hitting the door and making it fly open. I didn’t have my other hand to brace myself since it was still stuck in my panties and I fell roughly and noisily against the wood of my dad’s room. A loud whack sounded and in the mirror I saw my dad’s eyes fly to my form.

“What the hell…” he yelled, moving the pillows around the bed in search of something. Probably his pants I guessed, since he was making a big effort to hide his penis with his left hand. Sensing the distraction I quickly snatched my hands out of my underwear and wiped my fingers on my dress, praying he hadn’t seen anything.

I stood up then, trying my best not to cry at the whole situation. My dad had been playing with himself and I had been watching. I didn’t mean to. I hadn’t expected it. Gosh this was embarrassing.

When I had finally gathered enough courage to look up my dad was in his shorts and the lotion out of sight. There was a big tent in his bottoms from his penis but I pretended not to notice, instead looking at his face and rubbing my eyes like I was really tired.

“Sorry dad.” I yawned. “I fell asleep on the couch and was coming upstairs when I heard a sound from your room.” The lie came, flowing from my tongue effortlessly. “Are you working on a case or something?” Please fall for it. Please fall for it, I prayed.

“Oh yeah Chipmunk,” my dad’s tone was strained. “I was just doing some important documents for tomorrow. You should get to bed now.” I rubbed my eyes again, peeking at him a little as I did so. His face was an expression of relief. Looking at him like this I noticed how much weight he had lost in the last couple of months. His eyes were red-rimmed, as if he had been crying, and his skin was pale. Is this how he looked when he wasn’t putting on a brave face for me?

“Okay Dad,” I turned to move out, afraid that I had seen too much, and I don’t just mean the penis part. “If you need anything I can always help you. I have a good mouth.”

“What?!” He snapped, obviously taken aback.

“I’m a good speaker. I can help you plan your opening argument.” I internally slapped myself for the stupid mistake, realizing how it sounded.

“Oh of course,” he sighed, his tone a bit disappointed. “Just go to bed Chipmunk. I love you.”

“Love you too,” I muttered, slugging back to my door like I was extremely tired. The truth couldn’t be more the opposite. Excitement was pouring over my body, I was wide awake.

After slipping into my room I changed into some short night shorts and a tank top and crawled into bed. My eyes just kept replaying the scene over and over. Calling my name, telling me to suck his penis, no, telling me to suck his cock. In that moment he had seemed so content. Why couldn’t he look like that all the time?

I had probably been sitting in bed for a good twenty minutes when a faint knock on my door alerted me to my dad’s presence. He opened, not waiting for a response. “Steph you still up?” he asked. His voice trembled a bit. His tone timid and his volume low as if he was afraid someone would hear.

“I’m up Dad,” I answered, pushing forward a little on my mattress. “What’s up?”

He walked over to the other side of the bed, turning on my lamp and taking a seat near my feet. He was bare chested and his penis was still hard. I stared at his crotch for a little while, curious as to what it meant. Was he still horny?

“Stephanie,” he began. He reached for my left hand and brought it into both of his, lightly brushing my knuckles, his eyes deep in thought. “You know your mom and I have been having some trouble.” I opened my mouth to respond but he continued before I could.

“We just aren’t seeing eye to eye on a lot of things. It’s not that we don’t love one another, because we do, it’s just that she doesn’t really feel like doing things that I need.” His eyes turned up to look into mines, pleading with me to understand. “Do you get where I’m going with this?”

“Not really Dad,” I confessed. I took my hand out of his grasp and put it on his thigh reassuringly. “But you can tell me anything. I promise.”

Suddenly he stood up, hands running through his hair. “Well that’s just it Steph. I shouldn’t tell you these things. You shouldn’t know them but I can’t baby. I just can’t do this anymore.” His voice had lowered, his tone so low it was barely a whisper. I couldn’t see his eyes but I just knew they were tearing up. “I need you Chipmunk. I’m tired. So, so, so tired.” He turned to me, a desperate look on his face, one I had never seen him wear.