“N-no,” Zoey said, sitting up, wiping her chin “Daddy was, was, was–”
“I was teaching her what to expect when she finally kisses a real man,” I said “Not that I think you’ll ever be able to show her, even if you manage to win a hand.”
Ben looked angrier than I’d ever seen, which looked something like a nerd who found out Star Wars was sold out on opening night. Zoey climbed out of bed, looking back at me. “Daddy, can I walk Ben home?”
“Yes, but I want you back in 15 minutes. A lot can happen in 15 minutes.” I gave Ben a smirk. He gave me a look like he was trying to force choke me but the magic wasn’t working.
“Come on, Ben,” Zoey said, leading him away.
I sighed, looking at the ceiling. My cock was still throbbing, but it was throbbing in defeat. This was getting out of control. I shouldn’t have done so much with my daughter, but I can’t deny it was amazing, and I wanted more. I headed to my bedroom. God, I needed to cum.
In my room, I peeked out of my window, watching my daughter walk Ben home. I closed the curtain and lay in bed. “This is getting out of hand,” I said to myself.
It was getting out of hand. I had cuddled and kissed and even touched my daughter. And why? All to disallow her from kissing a boy? Maybe I was being too harsh, too strict. Maybe I had to let her grow up a little.
My softening cock relented, realizing I wasn’t going to play with it with my daughter on my mind. Instead I waited in silence for my little girl to come home. When I heard her come up the stairs, I stepped out into the hall.
“Zoey?”
“Huh? Yes, Daddy?”
“Invite Ben over tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“I want to talk to him.”
“About what?”
“Just do as you’re told.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Goodnight, kitten.”
“Night, Daddy,” she said, giving me a warm smile.
I turned away but paused. “And… sorry about tonight. It got a little out of hand.”
“Oh that’s okay. It was, um, kinda fun. I mean, it was fine. I learned my lesson, and paid my debt.”
“Hmm. Okay.”
The next day after dinner, I was ready to talk to Ben, to explain that a little kissing, no tongue, might be acceptable, if he was respectful and kept his hands to himself. He came over around 9:00 p.m. and shook my hand again. I still had this desire in the back of my mind to grab him by his scrawny neck and throw him out on his ass.
“Ben.”
“Thanks for inviting me over, sir.” He lifted up his hand, showing he had a deck of cards. “I brought my own deck today.”
“What?” I said in confusion.
“Zoey said you wanted a rematch.”
I looked at Zoey. “A rematch?”
“Well, didn’t you?” she said.
I paused before answering. Maybe this would be easier. Instead of giving him my blessing, I’d just let him win a hand. Yes, then he wouldn’t think he could just do whatever he wanted with my daughter.
“That’s right,” I said. “I wanted to see if you’ve wised up enough not to challenge me to card games.”
“Actually, sir, I’ve been practicing!” he said enthusiastically.
“Oh, great,” I said, sitting in my chair.
Ben sat across from me, and Zoey sat beside us. He began shuffling the deck. “Blackjack again, sir?”
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