Getting Closer

Callie could tell her father was tired. Work always had him tired, but tonight, it was obviously worse than usual.

"Hard week, Daddy?"

He gave her a small, gentle smile. "It sure was, kiddo. Don't you worry about that though. How's pizza sound for dinner?"

She smiled back and nodded, then watched him walk off to place an order. Callie felt very lucky. Her father had been a big-shot lawyer all her life, and after her mom died, one would have expected their relationship could have crashed. Instead, the two became incredibly close; despite his demanding work schedule, he was always willing to drop what he was doing to be there for her. He was at every one of her volleyball games and dance recitals, helped with every bake sale, and held her close when her first (and only, so far) boyfriend crushed her heart. This man was with her during every step of the way. He was everything to her, and he would say she was everything to him.

When he returned, he took his usual spot on the couch, right next to her. Comfortable, Callie moved closer to him. She folded her legs to the side and laid her head on his shoulder. He moved his arm so it would rest on her shoulders, pulling her in and keeping her in an embrace. They weren't always this touchy, but she always enjoyed snuggling up with him. His fingers slowly rubbed circles on her bare shoulder while her own fingers rubbed gently at his chest, over his white button-up shirt. She shivered, not having realized how cold she felt in just her tank-top and shorts.

He noticed the shiver and easily grabbed the nearby blanket they kept by the couch, laying it on top of both of them, though making sure she was well-covered. "Remind me to get you new pajamas, baby."

She giggled, her hand now moving down to rest on his thigh, rubbing circles there instead under the warm blanket. "I'm fine, daddy. Just have to remember that it's getting colder. I'm going to miss the hot weather! I don't know how you can stand wearing full suits every day."

He smiled down at her. "I don't think my clients would appreciate it if I wore tiny pink shorts to court."

She playfully rolled her eyes. "They're not that small."

"Your cute little butt barely fits in those, baby."

She scrunched her nose at him, which made him chuckle.

After some time, the two finally landed on which movie they would watch together that night. It was a bit of a tradition to spend Friday nights together with food and a film. Sometimes her father would fall asleep during the movie, but she didn't mind. She knew he worked hard. Sometimes she'd end up sleeping with him, curled up in his lap. She always felt so safe and happy in his arms.

The pizza finally arrived and the movie played. They did their typical cycle of eating, watching, putting leftovers away, and more. It was a pretty normal night. Callie thought she caught her father staring at her a few times, but shook the thought away. He must be extra tired tonight.

"C'mon, Dad," she called softly. He had already been falling asleep on the couch again. She hoped to get him to bed; the position on the sofa was never kind on his body. He sleepily rubbed his eyes and gave her a sheepish smile as he stood. He followed her to his room, where she helpfully pulled out his clothes to change into for bed.

"I'm not a child, you know," he reminded her.

"I know, Daddy, but you take such good care of me. I want to take care of you, too."

He smiled warmly at her and pulled her into a tight, loving embrace. He kissed the top of her head and held her for quite some time. She smiled up at him when they finally parted. "Off to change," she reminded him with a playful poke before leaving.

He watched her go, then changed and got into bed. He wasn't fully surprised when she came back in. She was an adult now and this was her house as much as it was his. She could sleep where she liked.

He was surprised, however, when she crawled into bed with him. He didn't mind, though. What's the difference between the two of them sleeping on the couch and sleeping in bed together?

Callie moved closer to him and hugged him in bed. He chuckled softly, turned off his bedside light, then turned around to face her and hold her. She had moved up some and now his face was against her supple chest. He wondered if this might be crossing a line, but her arms around him put his mind at ease. If she was uncomfortable, she would say so. Too sleepy to make a fuss about it, he accepted the embrace and laid his head against her lovely bosom.

"I love you, Daddy," she murmured into his hair.

"I love you too, darling," he responded quietly, burying his face into her chest.

She hummed softly as her nails gently scratched circles on his back. It felt so good to hold him like this, feeling his arms around her too. Callie nuzzled the top of his head and closed her eyes. Both father and daughter drifted off to sleep, their heartbeats in sync.

Callie was gently pulled out of sleep by wonderful sensations. The first she noticed was a hand rubbing up and down her thigh, going high enough to grip her cheek before going back down. Even more tantalizing were the sensations at her chest. A pair of lips was leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses across her skin. Lazily, the lips moved upwards, gently kissing and even sucking on her. She had no idea when this had started, but she could tell her body was already aflame. Her hard nipples were straining against the fabric of her top and she was already wet between her legs. How did this happen? What had caused--?

She gasped. Her father was feeling her up. Feeling her up and kissing her. What should she do? Scream, push him off? Was he even awake?

Her thought process didn't go very far. Her father's hand had slipped between her legs, rubbing at her thigh there. Before she could stop him, his thumb had rubbed against her crotch, right at the perfect spot to make her moan. She bit her lip to silence it as much as possible but simply could not stop the way her legs spread for him to touch her more. His thumb messily rubbed against her clitoris while his mouth moved down again to cover one of her nipples. She couldn't stop her loud moan at the sensations between her legs and the tongue that rubbed at her nipple. One of her hands instinctively grasped onto his shoulder, and suddenly, it all stopped.

Her father pulled back with a hard, loud gasp. She was left there, frozen, her heart racing as he looked over her. His sharp eyes caught it all: the damp spot between her legs, her hard nipple poking at her wet top where he had just been lapping at it, the red mark on her neck where he had sucked on, the pink flush of her cheeks, and her lips parted by her deepened breathing. His daughter was on his bed, aroused and needy, and it was all his fault. The worst of it was when she noticed his massive hard-on tenting his pants. Her eyes widened and she clasped a hand over her mouth, her pink cheeks now turning red.

Now standing, he grabbed a pillow and covered his crotch. He cleared his throat and tried to calm himself. "Callie. You need to go now, sweetie."

She looked back up to meet his eyes, anxiousness written all over her face.

"Callie," he repeated firmly. "Go on back to your room. Take a shower. We'll talk about this in the morning."

Her hand dropped from her face. She took a breath, then shook her head. "Come back, Daddy."

"I don't want to talk about this right now--"

"I don't either! Let's just go back to sleep..."

He sighed, a stern look on his face. "Callie. I need to calm down and I need you to--"

She moved back, giving him plenty of room. She laid on her side and covered herself up with the blankets. Callie then rested her head on the pillow. "Lay down with me," she murmured, curling up comfortably on "her" side of the bed. "Please, Daddy. Let's go back to sleep."

Her father took a moment, looking away. It was hard for Callie to read his expression. Was he exasperated, angry, confused?

"I know you didn't mean it," she added quietly. After watching him for a few more seconds, she turned around, her back facing him.

After a minute or so, Callie's father slowly made his way back into bed with her. He slipped in under the soft blankets without a word. It took some time for either of them to fall asleep; both had a certain... ache within them that had to be ignored in order to rest. Callie had to squeeze her legs together tightly to soothe the sensation, and while he'd never admit it, her father had his hand holding his stiff length tight, willing himself to calm down. After focusing on the shame and guilt he felt for doing what he did, he was finally able to sleep. Callie fell asleep not long after.

She inherited her extremely deep sleeping abilities from her father. Once, someone had joked that leaving the two of them in a home alone could be dangerous; neither would be woken up by a fire alarm! It wasn't odd, then, when Callie didn't wake when her father began touching her again. She hadn't felt the gentle rustling of the sheets when he had moved in his sleep, and hadn't noticed his hand softly rubbing at her thigh. She didn't feel when his hips lined up so nicely against her, his hard member pressed against her ass. She also didn't feel it when his body started slowly rocking back and forth, his length rubbing her perfect cheeks.

It wasn't until his hand had traveled up to her breast and his lips were against her ear that she woke up. The soft panting and steady groping was what finally brought her back to consciousness.

Again?, she thought nervously. What should I do?

Callie decided to do... nothing. She allowed her father to touch and hump and squeeze and press. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore it. Obviously, her father was needing this. She'd let him do what he needed to do.

Ignoring it, however, was easier said than done. Too afraid to explore her own body much if at all, Callie had learned her breasts were a fairly sensitive erogenous zone. The longer her father was like this, the bolder his touch was becoming; now, he was massaging and groping her chest, his fingers absentmindedly playing with her nipple. It was enough to make her slick. She squeezed her legs closed tightly and bit back a moan. Something about her father breathing like that in her ear, humping her, groping her like this... Callie would never admit it, but this entire thing was... incredibly intoxicating. She tried to keep still and quiet, but suddenly her hips were grinding right back at his. She whimpered as they fell into a rhythm, his ministrations at her chest becoming even more intense. Soon, she was unable to hold back a proper moan.

That woke him up.

"Fuck--!"

Callie's father removed himself, but before he was able to get out of bed, she had grabbed his arm. He wasn't able to get free immediately.

"Callie," he said, obviously frustrated now, voice deep and crackly from sleep. "Baby, I'm so sorry-- I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I'm so so--"

"Daddy," she murmured in a soothing tone. She turned around, still holding onto him, and ended up wrapping her arms around him. In his sleepy and shocked state, he was unable to get free. "Daddy, it's okay."

Her father shook his head, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. He took a moment to orient himself, then with a look of sadness and shame, held her face in his hands. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I keep having... It doesn't matter. I'm going to go sleep on the couch, alright? Sleep well, sweetheart."

She didn't let go.

"Baby..."

"Daddy, it's okay." She kept her arms snug around him. He would be able to get free if he truly tried, but he'd most likely have to hurt her to do that. And he'd never hurt her. "Please, stay."

He shook his head again. "I can't. Sweetheart, I can't. What's happened already is unforgivable--"

"Is it?" she asked, looking up at him innocently. They both knew she knew this was wrong. They both knew this shouldn't be done. But here she was, holding onto him tightly. She moved even closer to him and felt his member rub against her stomach. She smiled when that made him quietly gasp.

"Callie," he said firmly, trying to keep himself together. He was unable to follow up with that, though; he was too distracted by how she was moving her body against him. He was horrified to realize his cock had already spilled some precum.

"Daddy," she replied with a shy smile, cutting the silence. She met his gaze with loving eyes. "Daddy, it's okay," she repeated. With him frozen in shock, she moved her hand down between them. One of her fingers oh so gently traced the outline of his stiff member over his soft pajama pants. She giggled and blushed when she felt his cock jump.

"Absolutely not," he said lowly. A pang of horrifying shame coursed through him when he realized his daughter's blush and cute giggle turned him on. Turned him on? If he weren't so aroused, he'd be nauseous.

Callie couldn't help but realize he hadn't pulled away. Her fingers cupped his length now, giving him a tight squeeze. His hips gave her an appreciative hump before he could register what he was doing. He was too distracted by her movements and expression, her face only a few inches away from his now.

He finally did pull away. "Stop," he said sternly. "You have to stop."

"But you like it..."

"I do not! Baby, you're my daughter--"

"You do like it," she murmured. Before he could protest even more, her hand slipped under his waistband and her fingers wrapped around his length properly. She watched as his eyes rolled in pleasure, his lips parting as a small moan left him. Proud of herself, she started pumping him slowly. It must have been a really good dream when he was groping her. He was so incredibly hard...

"Baby," he sighed out, losing his nerve. Her hand felt so good... Her cute voice had him in pieces... His beautiful girl ready to take care of him...

"Just a little, Daddy," she promised, her hand picking up speed. It made his hips start moving, humping her hand now. "Just a little bit of attention. Then we can pretend it never happened, if you want... It's okay..."

He didn't have the willpower to push her off when she gently pushed him down against the bed and started climbing up on top of him. Her hand moved in a delicious rhythm, eager to please him. It had been so long since he had any kind of stimulation like this from someone else. Years of quick solo sessions in the shower and a lonely bed at night had his body on fire from her touch.

And when she moved up, causing her breasts to be right in front of his face, he couldn't help himself. He leaned up and gladly sucked on her soft, supple breasts. His hand moved up to pull down that cruel piece of clothing keeping him from her lovely chest, his tongue finally making direct contact with her cute, stiff, needy little nipple. Her low moan fueled the fire within him, his hands now moving to rub her up and down. They traveled from groping her breasts, to rubbing her sides, to squeezing that bubble butt of hers. He delighted at the sounds his beautiful girl was making on top of him. He sucked hard enough on her breasts that he left marks. The idea of marking his daughter like this almost pushed him over the edge.

He was pulled out of his dizzied state by her voice calling out to him. "Please, Daddy..."

He looked up at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed over, and she was panting above him. He realized it then: she needed him.

Before she knew it, her father was flipping them over, his body pinning hers down onto the bed. She gasped at the movement, though the sound turned into a moan quickly after as he sucked hard on her other nipple. Her hands moved wildly, grasping for him. An intense, fiery need had built inside of her, and only he could help save her. She cried out when she felt his fingers slip under her panties and graze against her mound. Callie was so slick, her wetness had spilled onto her thighs.

"Oh, Daddy!" she cried.

Her words, her state, and her wetness should have disgusted him. Instead, he was so aroused it made him moan. He began rubbing the pad of his middle finger against her stiff little bud between her legs, playing with the sticky wetness that coated her. The sensation made her arch her back, the sight a deviously delicious reward for him that only egged him on. He returned to her breasts, licking and sucking wildly, unable to slow down.

When she started begging for him, he finally, gently slipped a finger inside of her. He was surprised by how incredibly tight she was; how was only one finger feeling snug? He looked up at her as her words and sounds began to meld together. He watched her thrash as he slipped in a second, then began motioning back towards himself while inside of her, rubbing up against her sensitive spot. Her body convulsed with an orgasm that made her cry out to him, "Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy, oh Daddy--!"

That was it. He couldn't take it anymore.

Callie's father moved up, yanking down her shorts and panties, now rubbing his aching, throbbing cock against her clit. She gasped and panted and whined as her orgasm's aftershocks continued. His tip now dripping from her precious juices and his own arousal, he slowly pushed himself inside of her. The echoes of her orgasm kept her walls pulsating, making the act less painful for her and even more incredible for him. He moaned, loud and long, feeling her delicious heat embrace every inch of him.

The sensation hurt her some, but she was beyond caring. She winced as he entered but kept still for him. She looked up at him, a tinge of nervousness and pain mixed with sheer awe and pleasure. In his lustful haze, he smiled back down at her. "That's my good girl." His words made her smile and bite her lower lip. She was all his. She always will be.

He kept a slow pace for as long as he could. It wasn't long at all. Her slick channel gripped him tightly, begging for him, and he was a lost cause. She whimpered as he went faster, her generous breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts, the headboard crashing against the wall. Her back arched off of the bed and her legs wrapped around him.

He was so proud of his beautiful little girl. "That's it, baby," he praised her. "That's my good girl. Take what Daddy has for you."

She nodded, opening her eyes slightly so she could watch his expression. Full of need, their love for each other was only growing. This felt more than just two bodies intertwining; father and daughter were becoming exactly what they were meant to be.

"I love you, Daddy," she whimpered.

"I love you, sweet girl," he replied.

She grasped onto his shoulders as he pounded his impressive length into her, pleasure flooding through her. She cried out to him again, the need flowing in waves, until she felt an explosion within her. She was halfway off the bed as she felt her orgasm tear through her.

Her movements, sounds, and sensations were too much for him now. As her walls clamped down around him, he groaned and tried to pull away.

Her legs locked around him. "No!" she cried. "I want it. I want you."

He looked deep into her eyes, seeing them glazed over by her overwhelming orgasm. He couldn't deny her. Callie's father held his daughter tight as he desperately pumped his cock inside of her, filling her with his seed. Both moaned loudly, grasping at each other, hips sloppily bouncing off of each other as she eagerly took every drop. Her moans and gasps and cries continued as his cock twitched and jumped inside of her.

They held each other for quite some time then, Callie still sitting up in bed almost while her father held onto her. Their breathing slowly relaxed, their hearts beating in unison. Their desperate grasping for each other turned into gentle caresses. Finally, he laid them back down in bed, covering them with the soft blankets once more. He held her firmly in his arms, her head resting on his chest. His hand at the small of her back gently rubbed at her skin, while her fingers slowly rubbed at his side.

"I love you, sweet girl," he murmured into her hair.

She smiled, exhausted and beyond satiated. "I love you, Daddy."

Despite her earlier suggestion, Callie's father did not pretend that night hadn't happened. Father and daughter became closer than ever...