Secret Fun on Family Movie Night

The day had finally arrived. My daughter Katie was returning home after finishing her exams, capping off her first year of university and her first year living away from us. My wife Alison and I were headed to the airport to pick her up; she enrolled in a school that was several hours away by air. We of course wanted her to stay closer to home, if she was so inclined, but we ultimately left the decision in her hands as to where she wanted to go.

Our older daughter, Kyra, had already come home for the summer, having completed her third year. Because we had two years with just Katie at home, we had gotten close to her, clinging desperately to those last years of childhood before she was set free into the world. This year had been hard on us as parents. We didn't bear the title of empty-nesters well, and we missed our girls terribly.

We walked to the arrivals gate of the airport, eagerly awaiting Katie's appearance. She had already lined up a job for the spring and summer to earn some extra money prior to her second year commencing in the fall. I was so thrilled at the idea that our family would finally be all together again, even if it would only be for several months.

"Do you think the airport lost her luggage?" I asked Alison semi-seriously, impatient to see her.

"Don't be silly, Tim. She'll get here when she gets here. Don't worry," she said, rubbing my arm lovingly.

I nodded and was about to make a sarcastic comment when I saw a familiar sight. Katie bounded through the arrivals gate. She had always looked a lot like Alison, both brunettes with striking green eyes, and the comparison was becoming more apt as she developed into a young woman. She was slender, with long brown hair which would reach to her mid-back when she had it down; it was up in a sensible bun at the moment. She had slim blue jeans and a black top on. She caught sight of us, perpetually light on her feet, and broke into an enthusiastic sprint, only somewhat hampered by her luggage.

"Mom! Dad!" she cried, her eyes bright. She hugged Alison tightly, with a big smile on her face, before practically leaping into my arms. The weight of her in my arms was a welcome presence; we had always been big on hugs as a family.

"I missed you so much, Daddy," she said quietly as we embraced.

I looked at her and chuckled with a smile. "You haven't called me that in years, sweetie. I missed you too."

She shot me her gorgeous smile, her green eyes narrowing in that incredibly cute way, and just hugged me close again.

We walked back to the car, Alison and I each holding her hand, our little girl finally back with us again.

Once we got back home, Katie flew up the path to the door, eager to see Kyra. They had always been close, despite Kyra always being a bit more aloof. Katie was very much a heart-on-her-sleeve girl, which I always admired about her. She could never really hide her emotions.

"I guess I'll be the one bringing your luggage in?" I called after her wryly as she hustled inside.

She turned, not breaking her stride, and waved with a "Thanks Dad!"

Chuckling to myself, I hauled her bags up the stairs and into her room. I could already hear the two girls gabbing away in Kyra's room, and it made me realize how much I missed hearing it; it was the sound of home, the run-of-the-mill kind of thing that you treasure once it's gone. I lingered in Katie's room, taking in her decor, her dresser, her bed. Before she left she made us promise we wouldn't touch a thing, as it was her room, and we dutifully kept that promise. Not that I would ever tell her, but when I missed her this past year, I would come in and sit, taking in all her little decorative idiosyncrasies, as if it brought me closer to her somehow.

"Don't tell me you moved things around in here," Katie said with a grin, her head appearing at the door.

I held my hands up in a mock-innocent pose. "Haven't touched a thing! I would never want to suffer your wrath," I said.

She giggled and began to slowly meander around her room, as if discovering it for the first time, inspecting her paraphernalia with the interest of a curious museum patron. She really did look remarkably like Alison, but as I watched her move I became aware that she had more of a lithe and slender figure. I noticed how her jeans hugged her hips closely, and it seemed to me that she had developed a... fuller figure in the time since I had seen her last. It was quite noticeable in that particular outfit.

I became acutely aware that I was leering at my own daughter. In an effort to get ahead of potentially getting caught, I spoke up in a silly tone. "Is everything up to the exacting standards of our sweet Katie-bear?"

"Daaaaaaad," she complained, rolling her eyes. "That's such a ridiculous name, why are you still calling me that?"

"It's Dad law, I get to call you whatever I want. And hey, you called me Daddy earlier! So we're even," I said, smiling and approaching her, pulling her in for another hug. "I'm so glad you're back, honey."

She closed her eyes and stayed in my arms, the two of us basking in the moment, my hands around her lower back, hers draped around my neck. "Me too, Daddy. I really missed you. A lot." She looked up at me, her beautiful eyes the picture of contentment. She slowly brought her face to mine, planting a soft kiss on my cheek, before smiling at me and leaving the room.

I had been about to tease her again for using the term Daddy yet again, but I was struck speechless by her kiss. Not the fact that she gave me one; she had been doing that for years and I was very comfortable with it, but it just felt like there was something more to it. It seemed less affectionate, and more... sensual. Did it linger slightly?

I shook my head, telling myself I was reading into things that weren't there, and made my way downstairs.

We all sat at our dining room table, eating dinner as a family for the first time in months. I looked at Katie and Kyra sitting in their usual places, Alison across from me, and felt unfettered happiness. Though I knew they were growing up, this felt like how things should be. Like everything was blessedly right, even if just for a little while.

"So, how did exams go, Katie?" asked Alison as we tucked into our meals.

"They were tough, but I managed to study pretty well. Really glad they're over. Should get my marks soon, hope they're all right," she said with a little trepidation.

"I'm sure you'll do just fine, sweetie, you always do," I said, rubbing her arm reassuringly.

"Thanks, Dad."

"You always hit the books too hard, Katie. You've gotta remember to have fun when you're at school!" Kyra teased, pointing with her fork.

"Uhhh, ok, says the girl on the Dean's List the last two years," Katie retorted.

"Yeah, I'm on the list, and I have fun too," Kyra smirked.

"There's nothing wrong with being successful academically, and we all know how intelligent you girls are," Alison said, and we exchanged looks, a hint of a smile crossing our faces, both of us perhaps guiltily enjoying the banter between our kids.

After a pause, Alison then asked in an innocent tone, "So Katie, have there been any interesting boys at school?"

"Ugh, Mom! Why are you always so nosy?" Katie objected.

"That's a no," Kyra said dryly.

"Kyra! Mind your own business!" Katie exclaimed, her voice rising, cheeks going slightly rosy.

"Well am I wrong?" Kyra replied.

"Well... no, but--" Katie began.

Kyra cut across her. "No wonder you're so stressed out and restless."

"Why is my personal life being dissected the second I get home? I just wanted to enjoy some time with you guys but you're making it really hard. Thanks for nothing," she said with a huff, getting up and leaving her plate half-finished, stalking out of the room.

"Kyra... that wasn't necessary," I said quietly, standing up myself to follow after Katie. Countless times over the years I was the one to smooth things over when her emotions boiled over, though I didn't expect to be thrust back into that role so quickly upon her arrival home.

I knocked on her door quietly. "Katie, can I come in sweetie?" I asked softly.

"... Yeah."

I pushed open the door gingerly, finding her sitting with her back to her headboard, her knees tucked up, hands around them. I approached the side of her bed and gestured next to her. "May I sit down?"

She nodded wordlessly. I slid onto her bed gently, arranging myself with legs out in front of me, my shoulder abutting hers. I put my hand on top of hers. "Hey--are you all right?"

"Why does my life have to be everyone's business? I'm not a kid anymore. I've been living on my own all year. I've only been home a few hours and everyone wants to know every single detail of my personal life," she began, the words flowing out of her in frustration.

I put my arm around her, scrunching her closer to me, her head naturally resting on my shoulder. "I know. I'm sorry, sweetie. You're a young woman and I don't think any of us are used to that yet. You're right, what you do with your time is up to you and it's not our business to know every little thing. We all do love you so much, though," I said, trying my best to smooth things over.

"It's not like I had a lot of time for dating or anything this year. It was a really tough year! I had to work a lot harder than I did in high school to keep my head above water. And I had to keep my room clean, and do laundry, and all that kind of stuff too. And I was going to the gym, and..." she said, the anxiety in her voice ratcheting up as she carried on.

"I hear you, Katie. I remember what it was like. It's a really difficult adjustment. I know you've done really well this year and while it's a lot of work, you'll get better at balancing it all. There's plenty of time to date in the future," I said calmly.

"It's not like I don't want to. There was just no time! I don't know how the other girls were doing it. I kinda feel like I'm falling behind in that department now. Is it like... is it bad that I haven't really had a serious relationship yet?" she asked, a quiver in her voice near the end.

"No, honey, no no no. It's better to enter into all that when you're ready. Don't feel pressured to rush into anything just for the sake of it - do it on your time. You have to be true to you," I said, squeezing her hand.

She nodded to herself. She continued in a quiet voice. "I just... I don't really have any... god, why am I telling you this. I don't feel like I can tell Mom or Kyra because they'll just make fun of me. I don't really have much... romantic experience, you know?"

I let the weight of these words rest for a few moments, considering my reply. "I understand, honey. That's ok. That's how it goes. You will, someday. You're smart, fun, beautiful, and have so much love to share." I kissed her head.

She nodded her head sadly, and I hoped my words were not just platitudes to her ears. I found myself wanting to open up to her, to really identify and empathize with her as an adult, rather than just as a father.

"You know... I don't know if I should tell you this, and please promise to keep this just between us, ok? Don't tell Mom about it. But... she and I haven't exactly been very... intimate lately," I confided.

She looked up at me, the question in her eyes prompting me to carry on.

"I love your Mom, I do. But after so many years, things can tend to... become a bit stifled for a couple. And it can be really frustrating not to... not to have that kind of thing in your life. I just... I'm just saying this to tell you I know how it feels, in my own way," I carried on, not sure how much detail to share.

She wrapped her arms around me a little more tightly. "I'm sorry Dad... that does sound hard. Thanks for... for sharing with me," she said, a little awkwardly.

"I guess with you being all grown-up now, I should treat you more like an adult and less like a child. That includes sharing things about my life," I said, feeling a little more reassured that my admission didn't send her running for the hills.

"Thanks Dad. You always know what to say to me," she said, and I could sense a little bit of warmth permeating her sullen mood.

"It's what I'm here for. I love you, Katie-bear."

"I love you too, Dad."

"Don't worry about Mom and Kyra. It's been a long day - maybe just take it easy for tonight. I'll tell them you just need a little space. But hey! I have an idea. Maybe tomorrow we can do one of our old-school family movie nights in the living room? Pick a movie, put on our pjs, get popcorn, get the cozy blankets, and all watch together. How does that sound?"

She gave me a smile, more brightness returning to her face. "That sounds great, Dad. I'd love it."

"Can't wait then. Goodnight, sweetie." I shifted around to face her, so we could hug properly. I held her close, and her arms held me equally as tenderly. I felt the swell of her chest press up against mine, and I couldn't help but think about the softness and shape of her breasts. I didn't want the hug to end, and she seemed just as happy to let it continue. Finally, we broke apart, our faces closer than they usually would be. She looked at me, with something impenetrable about her gaze, and leaned her lips close to my face. She kissed me softly, her lips lingering on my cheek even longer than they did the day before.

"Goodnight, Daddy," she said in a half-whisper.

I kissed her cheek tenderly in return, feeling the warmth rising in my face. To an outside observer, it would seem like the sort of innocent affection shared between a father and daughter. To me, there was something electric there, and I wondered if she could feel it too.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Ok, everyone gather for movie night! Get your cozy pjs on! I've got popcorn popping," I called gleefully from the kitchen, feeling a childlike thrill that we'd be honouring our old tradition again.

"Dad... can you dial it back just a little bit?" Kyra asked as she strolled into the kitchen. Despite her attempt to knock me down a peg, she was indeed wearing her pjs. Even though she would never admit it, I knew she loved this as much as I did.

"Sorry, not possible," I said in an intentionally annoying sing-song voice. I had on my plaid pj pants, loose but comfortable, and a t-shirt. I walked into the living room with two bowls of popcorn, Alison already situated at one end of our L-shaped sectional. I plopped down next to her, Kyra taking up most of the space on the couch perpendicular to us.

Katie walked in the living room, a pair of purple pj pants on with a lavender top, both hugging her figure slightly. Her hair, which had been up in various styles since she got home, was hanging down now, almost shimmery in the light of the living room. It was a striking sight; I had forgotten how long her hair truly was.

She ambled up to the couch, grabbing a big blanket along the way, and sat down next to me. "You look cute, honey," I said with a smile as she started unfolding the blanket.

"Thanks Dad. Wanna share?" she asked me, nodding at the blanket.

"Sure thing!"

She arranged it over both of us, covering us up to our necks. Alison slipped her hand into mine on my left side, and Katie leaned into my right, cozying up to me and resting her head on my shoulder, similarly to how she did the previous night. She was oriented half-sideways, her knees bent and resting against my thigh. I put my right arm around her, my hand on her upper arm.

Kyra got the movie started, and we settled in to watch.

Katie and I were sharing a bowl of popcorn together, our hands brushing against each other a few times, enough to make us lock eyes and half-giggle at each other. Once there were a few kernels left, I polished them off, and she withdrew her hand and brought it under the blanket. She rested her hand on her knee, her fingertips in contact with my leg.

I didn't clock it at first, but as the movie wore on, her hand roamed further onto my leg. I didn't think much of it, distracted as I was by the movie; I was just happy we could cuddle again. I shifted around slightly, my thigh lifting, and as I settled in again, her palm was flat on my pantleg, midway up.

This was the kind of contact I hadn't had from Alison in a long time, which was ironic, considering I was currently holding her hand. The weight and warmth of Katie's hand was quite a nice feeling. It just so happened to coincide with a romantic kiss on-screen, and the juxtaposition of the visuals with the sensation made me feel the beginnings of arousal.

I knew this was an inappropriate feeling. I knew I couldn't let her realize the effect she was having on me. And I knew I definitely should not be thinking of her feminine figure. I tried to focus my mind on other things, to think about what was going on on-screen, but to no avail. She was so close, and so warm; I could make out the pleasant scent of her hair. I didn't dare look at her, as if my facial expression would somehow give me away.

Worsening the situation was the realization that her fingers were starting to move and shift slowly, as if caressing my thigh. She couldn't be doing this on purpose, could she? My arousal was continuing to grow, and I silently cursed myself for wearing my loose pj pants, which wouldn't obscure anything going on.

I could feel my heart beating more quickly, the throbbing building in my pants, and I decided to just wait it out. Surely she would stop, or move her hand, and this was all just a misunderstanding in my head. In an attempt to jolt her from her pattern, I shifted my leg again, ostensibly to adopt a more comfortable position. When my leg settled in again, I was shocked to find that her hand had actually moved further up!

I was becoming increasingly sure that she was doing this on purpose... but how could I possibly know that with certainty? Alison and Kyra were in the room! And I was still holding Alison's hand! At this point I was nearly fully erect, and I was trying every mental distraction I could think of to get myself to settle down.

I think Katie could sense my preoccupied nature, because she looked up at me, and whispered in the quietest voice near my ear: "Are you ok, Daddy?" As she asked this seemingly innocent question, her fingers massaged into my thigh with more intent.

I didn't know how to respond. I didn't look over at her, pretending I was engrossed in the movie, and nodded nearly imperceptibly and replied in an equally quiet whisper: "All good, sweetie." I couldn't help but start massaging her arm with my fingers, as if my body was betraying me.

She kissed my shoulder softly, and shifted her hand ever-higher on my thigh. I could feel the tent pitched in my pants, and I had no doubt she could now feel the tension in the fabric where her hand was. She knows, I thought. She actually knows I'm hard. I couldn't believe it.

I also couldn't believe how I felt about it. I had not been the object of such attentions in so long; it felt unbelievably nice to be desired in such a way. I had no idea how much I missed that feeling. And Katie had just confided in me how she had very little experience, and I knew she trusted me with that information. I had confided in her too, just the same. I didn't want to shatter her confidence my brushing her off; I always supported her, always.

Also it just felt really fucking good.

Not only was I incredibly hard (and, truly, I could not remember the last time I had an erection this strong), but I felt the sticky wetness beginning to build at my tip. That didn't happen to me as much as it used to, and that's how I knew I was truly, solidly, incontrovertibly aroused.

Her fingers never stopped their rhythmic motion, as her hand moved steadily upwards, drawn as if by magnetism to my thick, throbbing erection. She kissed my shoulder again, and I knew I wouldn't be stopping her from doing whatever she wanted to me. I was already lost in the moment, reveling in every feeling. My fingers slid down her arm slightly, migrating slowly towards her chest.

I had to check myself, though; I was painfully aware that I was still holding Alison's hand, and Kyra was mere feet away on the other couch. I didn't want to break the spell of this perfect moment; it felt like a bubble that would burst and never materialize again. Still, I couldn't shake the bubbling feeling of guilt, and let go of Alison's hand, instead opting to casually rest it on her knee.

"I love you, Daddy," I heard Katie whisper, her fingers brushing near the base of my fabric-covered cock, and I had to do everything in my power not to moan out loud and give in to it. I wanted nothing more than to tear my pants down and wrap her hand around me and just let her stroke me. I could feel the beads of eager sweat starting to drip down my back, and my breathing picked up, despite my attempt to stay in control.

I stole a slight glance at her, barely wanting to turn my head. She was looking up at me, her pretty eyes shining in the dim light, and I could see the raw need in her face. I felt a dribble of pre-cum drip down at that, and my mouth opened slightly in surprise and anticipation. "I love you too," I managed to squeak out, still trying to maintain our covert conversation. My fingers grazed the side of her breast, so soft and warm to my touch, and I heard a quick, sharp exhale from her.

I again had to stifle a moan as I finally felt her hand wrap fully around my shaft, the pre-cum flowing freely now. She didn't do anything other than hold it in her hand at first, and I briefly wondered if she knew exactly what to do. Then, she started to slide her fingers and hand up and down slowly along the fabric, travelling the length of my erection. By necessity she couldn't do it quickly, or it would risk being too loud. The slow nature of her stroking was intoxicating to me, and I was in a daze, surrendering to the beautiful feeling of being pleasured.

I looked over at Kyra, oblivious to the activity underneath our blanket, and managed to turn innocuously over to Alison, who was also still locked on to the movie. I internally begged for her to take me out of my pants, but I couldn't shift or free myself up, or else I would really disturb the set-up; I was too far gone to risk wanting to change anything. I squeezed her arm and massaged her breast with a more frenetic pace to try to let her know what I needed.

As if hearing my silent plea, she removed her hand from my now-aching and soaking cock, and found her way to my waistband. With excruciating slowness, she began to pull my pants down, but she began encountering resistance from my own tent and my weight pressing down, pinning my pants to the couch. I realized I would have to help her. This was the make-or-break moment, but I knew there was no turning back now; I was so in need of release that I had to see this through.

Under the auspices of a yawn, I lifted my butt slightly off the couch. Katie, cuing in to what I was doing, provided a pull at just the right moment, and I could feel myself spring free, bouncing enough that the tip of my cock momentarily tented the blanket itself. I paused, horrified for a second, holding my breath. Alison and Kyra did not notice anything, and I let out a long, slow exhale. My heart was now pounding through my chest, pulsing in my ears, and I had to grit my teeth to avoid yet another incriminating moan as I felt Katie's hand wrap around me, skin to skin.

She seemed less to stroke and more to touch and feel me, and I realized this was the first time she had ever touched a penis. I was acutely aware of my precum dripping down, and I knew it was starting to slick her fingers as she explored me. She began to touch my head carefully, where it was covered with sticky fluid, and I wasn't sure if she knew that was my most sensitive area, or was just touching with the eager curiosity of a girl new to a man's body. It was sweet, in a way, and very, very sexy.

I felt her one of her fingers start to circle my tip slowly, right at the opening, and the precum flow turned into a flood. I could barely handle the physical feeling. I could feel the familiar pressure building deep within me, and I knew this was going to be a massive load. I started to panic a little at how I would mask the involuntary spasms that would soon take over my body, but the feeling was fleeting as the pleasure fought for its rightful place in my consciousness.

My right hand, wrapped around her shoulder, began to squeeze her rhythmically, trying to let her know of my impending eruption. Trying to communicate how much I adored the feeling and how badly I wanted it to happen. Wonderfully, she understood, and wrapped her hand around my mid-shaft and began pumping me a little faster than before, but still exquisitely slow.

I turned my head and leaned down to her head, under the guise of kissing her head, but just wanting to be so close to her as I exploded. Finally, the pressure reached its zenith and I could feel the spasms start to rack my body, deep within my stomach, ass, and cock as I felt myself start to shoot intense ropes of cum.

I was endlessly glad the blanket was covering me. I felt my first shots contact the top of the blanket and begin dripping down. I felt them spray all over my stomach and chest, the moisture starting to seep through my t-shirt. I sensed that her hand was catching some of the collateral cum, though her stroking didn't cease as I kept shooting again and again. It was one of the strongest orgasms I could remember in years.

The sweat was beading on my forehead, my chest, back, and down to my ass as I felt myself finish and begin coming down. I felt like I had run a marathon, my body slowly relaxing, Katie's hand slowing its gorgeous pace. She stopped stroking, but didn't remove her hand from me. I kissed her head a few times, and I knew this probably looked a little suspicious, but I was overwhelmed with the need to shower her with love, albeit in this restricted way. She looked up at me and smiled, a broad, genuine smile that dwarfed any I had seen from her since coming home.

I relaxed, my left hand still on Alison's thigh, Katie's hand around me still as I softened. She still didn't move it, and I wondered if we would stay like this until the end of the movie. With my right hand, I traced X's and O's on her arm, like I used to when she was young. She kissed my shoulder again, and it felt like a truncated version of the afterglow between two passionate lovers.

The movie finally wrapped up, Alison and Kyra getting up to stretch and move around. I knew there was no way I could get up, with the incriminating evidence all over me. I would have to come up with some excuse to keep the blanket on. Katie seemed to understand and remained cuddling with me, remaining still as we were eventually left alone. We were able to properly look at each other now, and I almost started to laugh as I gazed down at her beautiful face.

"That... was absolutely incredible, sweetheart," I said quietly.

"I loved every second of that, Daddy," she said almost shyly.

I looked around briefly to make sure we were actually alone, and then leaned close to her. I slowly placed my lips on hers, kissing her sweetly, her soft lips melting into mine.

"Can't wait for the next movie night," I said. "I think it will be my turn to show you what I can do."

She hugged me close. "I can't wait, Daddy."