“Dad, I never get to see you anymore. Besides, you have a lot of
tension in your back right now, and you’ll sleep better if I can
work it out for you.”
He smiled. As excuses went, it was a pretty good one. He relaxed
again and closed his eyes.
She felt him relax under her fingers, and after a minute she again
started to trace circles and lines on his back, stopping once to
scratch lightly. At this he groaned slightly, which made her catch
her breath, but she kept on. It seemed tonight she had a pretty good
chance. She was going to try for it.
Slowly she worked her fingers down the front of his neck and a little
down his chest. When he didn’t stop her, she moved them in unison
down to his nipple and flicked it.
“Hey!” he said, and stood up out of the chair quickly. “What do you
think you’re doing?” He was upset, she could tell, but she could also
tell he didn’t know what was going on yet, so she played up to it a
bit more.
“Daddy, I’m just playing with you,” she giggled, “don’t overreact.
You’d think I crashed your car or something.” She stepped up next to
him and draped her arms around his neck. “Besides, I thought you
might be falling asleep.” She looked up at him, with her best ever
but-I’m-so-cute expression, blinked her eyelids, and he smiled.
“Well, okay. Sorry, I’m just snappy from work.”
“I know,” she said, and hugged him tightly. She made sure to press
against his chest softly but deliberately. She stood on tip-toe for a
second, and gave him a feathery kiss on his neck. Moments before he
pulled away, she felt a twinge in his pants and knew it was going to
work.
At the unexpected feeling in his pants, he quickly shifted his hips
away from hers. What the hell? He really must be losing it. He
thought he was doing a decent job since Karen left; he and Samantha
were close, and he though she talked to him about most things–maybe
not everything, but more than he’d ever shared with his dad. But the
last few years had been harder. He wished Karen were still around to
deal with all this girl stuff. It made him uncomfortable to see Sam
growing into a woman, and a damn good-looking one, at that. He knew
she was dating, and he should probably be talking to her about sex,
but he never knew how to start. And now this! To be reacting to his
own daughter’s body? Yes, she’d started to fill out quite nicely, and
yeah, he looked occasionally–what guy wouldn’t? But wasn’t there
supposed to be some sort of circuit breaker in your body that stopped
you from having this kind of reaction?
He couldn’t help himself from stealing a sneak peek down her shirt as
she pulled away from the hug. She was wearing some tight tank-top and
no bra, and the tops of her breasts were firm and very visible.
Noticing her erect nipples pushing at the fabric, he felt another
twinge in his pants. To hide it he quickly turned around and started
walking away.
“I’m sorry, babe, I know we haven’t spent much time together
recently. But I’ll make some time this weekend. I promise. Tonight
I’m just bushed.”
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