“Oh, sorry.”
“Do you want to take yours off?” she asked.
“Oh, no, I’m fine.”
“Oh,” she said. “Can I take mine off, or would that be gross?”
“No, no, it’s okay. Whatever you need to be comfortable is okay by me.”
“Really?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Will you take yours off too?” she asked.
“Well, I can hang on to mine.”
She sat up. “Please, can you take yours off? If I take mine off alone, I’m going to feel like a total pervert, half naked in front of my daddy. If you do it too, then it’s like, like survival.”
I chuckled. “Okay, baby. It’s just, you know that I’m a man, right?”
She squinted at me. “Yes, I am aware you are a male.” She chuckled. “What do you mean?”
“I just mean…” I sat up, glad for the dark hiding my blushing face. “Men have… uh, well, see, sometimes a man can’t really control… uh, jeez, how do I say this…”
“Are you talking about your cock?”
“Oh, Jesus, there it is,” I said, putting a hand on my face. “Okay, I’m keeping my pants on.”
“No, I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just meant, like, okay, this is a weird conversation. Let’s just take our pants off, okay? It’s hot under the covers but it’s freezing above them. Please?”
“Okay,” I said. “But if you feel something, I’m sorry.”
She nodded. “I got it.”
We stood up, unbuttoned our pants, unzipped them, and then started to take them off. My eyes were discreetly on my daughter. She put her thumbs in her waistband and started to push them down, wiggling out of them. My eyes were on her panties. Even in the fire light I could see them very well, white with a big pink heart right over her pubic mound. I had seen these before in the laundry.
I swallowed hard as I pushed my own pants down. My cock was chubby now, hanging heavy between my legs. I glanced at my daughter again; she was turning this way and that to get her skinny jeans down. I saw her butt, the way the panties did nothing to cover them, just a little triangle at the top of her ass crack, her cheeks out in the open.
My white briefs were tight on me, my cock pinned inside them. I noticed my daughter was staring at me like I was staring at her. Her eyes were spreading wider as I freed myself from the jeans and then took off my socks too. I stood up straight, my bulging cock struggling inside my underwear. Abby took off her socks too and stood before me in just her tight little panties with the pink heart and her cute “Baby” shirt.
“Okay, better?” I said.
“Yes,” she said shyly.
“Do you mind if I take off my shirt as well?” I asked.
“Oh,” she said. “No, it’s fine. Guys can do that, I guess.”
I lifted off the rock t-shirt and tossed it on the ground with the other clothes, standing there in briefs. “Okay, so, back to bed?”
“Um, yes,” she said shyly. She squatted down, bringing her eye-level with my bulging cock behind the underwear for one moment, her eyes fixing on it, and then she twisted and lay down. I came down behind her, sliding my arm under her head, my hand coming around in front of her, pulling the fur over us.
She scooted back against me, her back hitting my chest, her butt once again resting in the curve of my waist, her warm bare thighs touching my thighs. My cock was bent right up against her bare ass, the fabric of my underwear separating us.
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