A Reluctant Daughter – Chap 4A

“Tired of what Dad?” I asked, although I already had an idea.

“Steph there’s a part of a man that will always be man. A part of him that never really goes away.” He was walking around the room now. Whether he was trying to make sense of it to himself or me I couldn’t say for sure. All I knew was that whatever he was trying to say would change my life. I just knew it.

“I love your mother, with all my heart. And I love you too Steph.” At this he sat back down on my bed. “I love you sooo much baby sometimes I can’t even stand it. You are beautiful, kind, smart, funny. You know just when to say what I need to hear.” A strand of hair had gotten in my eye and my father brushed it aside, gently tucking it behind and tilting my face lightly towards his.

“I love you honey, and I need you. Daddy needs you. I wish I didn’t. I wish I didn’t have these thoughts about you. But I do,” his voice dropped. “I need you Steph. I need you like a man needs a woman.” His eyes hovered to my lips, resting there a fraction of a second before he moved closer. I had never been kissed before, I didn’t know what to expect. Right before we touched my eyes drifted closed, my heart pounding a mile a minute. His lips brushed against mines, only a small touch, but still it felt like electricity.

It tingled, eliciting me to let out a little moan before he unexpectedly crushed his lips to mines. It was soft, I had never kissed anyone before but I was sure that lips shouldn’t be this soft. His were tender and beautiful, and when his tongue darted out to touch me I couldn’t hold in the ‘oh’ that escaped. I parted my lips and his tongue plunged in, reaching into my mouth and swirling around inside me. He licked my teeth, entangled his tongue with mine. Our faces began sucking each others, both of us gasping for air. I felt dizzy and satisfied all at the same time. He pulled me close against him.

Eventually the kiss ended. I placed my head to his chest, resting and trying to catch my breath. Feelings were rising inside me. I felt powerful, tingly all over. The wetness between my legs had returned. But still I also felt guilty, and looking over my dad, a little grossed out. This was the man who changed my diapers. He was married to my mom. We definitely should not kiss like that.

“Oh honey,” he cooed. “You are such a good kisser. Daddy hasn’t kissed like that in years.” His hand was patting against my back, making small circles. I could feel his fingers lightly brush along the strip of exposed flesh between my shirt and my shorts. The electricity shot out of his fingertips and I squirmed with the sensation.

“Just this once Steph. Just this once let Daddy take some strength from you. I won’t ask again.” I didn’t understand what he meant. Take strength? As in encouragement?

“Dad,” my voice cracked. “What are we doing?” I squirmed under his touch.

“You’re just taking care of Daddy’s needs. Doing what Mommy can’t. You’re saving our marriage.” His hand was beginning to move up, pulling up my shirt, tugging at the fabric to expose more skin. His other hand made small circles on my thigh, reaching higher and higher to the place I had never been touched before.

“But what about Mom?” I asked. My voice was soft, I barely recognized the timidity in it.

“Mom will be okay I promise.” He smiled at me. I saw darkness in his eyes. Darkness and hope and loneliness and exasperation and love. A lot of love. “Only once baby. Only once I will ask you for this. I’m tired of being lonely.” His voice had morphed again, gone back to that emotion packed tone that reminded me so much of a wounded animal. Who was I to deny him anything?

“One time, you promise?” I pushed off from him a little, making sure we were on the same page.

“Just once Steph. Just once.” His face was apologetic but his hands continued on their mission. The one on my back gently pushed the fabric of my shirt all the way up my neck, while his other hand left my thigh and helped to tug my shirt up and over my head. I felt exposed, ugly and stupid without the protection of clothing. But still I let him do this, tilting my head to the side so he knew what I was giving him.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, and I half-smiled because really that was such a dad thing to say. Gently we moved backward, so that I was lying down on my bed and he was half way bent over me, both of us eye to eye. His hands moved up and down my skin, warming me with his touch, his fingers tickling in their teasing. Hesitantly one of his hands brushed over my nipple.

It was hardly a touch, just a little graze, but I arched my back with the unfamiliar pain it brought. Yes there was pain there. Pain bordering on pleasure. Before I could think my dad did that again, this time holding my nipple lightly between his two fingers, he applied pressure, covering my tiny breast with his hand. The sensations coursed down my body. It was so powerful I couldn’t hold it in.

“Dad,” I moaned, not completely understanding what was going on.

“I know baby. Daddy will make it all better.” He dipped down, his tongue cold as it lapped at the outer portion of my breast. I jumped, confused as to what he meant to do. But then, as he planted soft kisses along my chest, meticulous and teasing, the truth dawned. He was going to bring my nipple into his mouth, and suddenly, not even knowing how that would feel, I realized I desperately wanted my dad to do that. To suck my tits.

He moved in closer and closer, failing to give me what I wanted, leaving me yearning for his mouth. Then, when I thought I would scream with the frustration of it all he engulfed my breast, sucking the nipple tenderly. His mouth lapped at the nub, his fingers drawing small patterns on my lower stomach. Gingerly he moved to the other side, taking the other into his mouth in a manner so delicate yet so powerful. Never had I guessed what kind of pleasure this could bring me. My panties were soaked now, and my boobs pushed into his mouth almost on its own accord, as if my body wanted to be deep within him and never return.

“Steph,” he groaned, moving up to look at me. “Touch me baby. Touch daddy.” He arched his back, moving his chest closer with yearning. Tentatively I reached out, running my hand along his muscles. He was hard, well-built. I realized then how truly attractive my father was. His abs, his shoulders, his back. Running my hands along his chest I could feel the power ripple beneath. Every muscle was tightly wrapped, coiled, ready to strike.

“Steph you need to touch a little lower,” he nibbled on my ear. “Please baby.”

I gulped, apprehension filling me about what that meant. I had never done anything like this before. I didn’t even know what to do with his thing. His cock. When I had seen it earlier it had looked dangerous and foreboding. Would I just move it up and down like my dad did? It was a shame Mom wasn’t here to give me some pointers.
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