1. Daddy's reawakening - Chap 3


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Older Male / Female, Young, Author: 1handedtyper, Rating: 93.4, Source: sexstories.com

    quickly looked down, but she saw me noticing her. She came right over to me, and just like when she was a kid, she just plopped herself on my lap. Our eyes met, and she bit her lip and started to twirl her hair. I didn’t know how to handle the situation. Do I ask why she was dressed like this? Do I play along? My stomach full of butterflies, I mustered up the courage to ask, “Sweetie, can’t you see I was reading the paper?” I tried to give a stern look, but I was just barely keeping my cool. She responded, but I wasn’t sure if my mind was playing tricks on me, or had she just said “I’m sawwy daddy”? She was pouting at me with full moist lips -- lips I had been uncontrollably kissing earlier… “Its ok.” like it or not, she was playing the part very well, and I couldn’t ever be mad at her when she was so young and sweet. She was still twirling her hair, so I asked. I thought I would probably regret it, because I didn’t want to draw any attention to anything being out the usual, because that would sort of by juxtaposition allude to the other thing that had just happened, which was definitely an unusual occurrence in our household. “Pigtails, huh? Haven’t seen you do that in a while.” She grinned, caught. She didn’t think I’d ask. But then she spiked it back,“Well, since you said I reminded you so much of mommy, I thought it would be nice to remind you who I really am; your daughter. And you’re my daddy.” “You sure are.” was the only generic response I could come up with. Before ...
    I could barely finish my sentence she started up again, “Remember when we used to play games?” Oh boy. I pivoted, “Of course. I always loved chutes and ladders.” I was on the edge of my seat, so to speak, afraid of where she was trying to take this, but lacking the self control to do much more than lazily deflect. “I remember really liking horsie. Do you remember that one?” She asked, with a sly smile. “Oh yes-” “Do you remember why we stopped playing, daddy?” She prodded. “Well, umm-” “You said I was getting too heavy. I was too big you said.” “Uh, yeah-” “But I don’t think I’m too big. Do you? If I was all big and growed up, you might forget that I’m your little girl.” My heart paused. “You might forget who I am.” Still. “You might confuse me with mommy.” I thought I was going to implode. “We wouldn’t want that would we?” “Err, no. Not at all. That would be silly.” The word silly was the word that slipped out, but there had been many others on my tongue. Her face broke out into a huge smile. “YAY! I can’t wait to play it again!” I wanted to spit out, “Wait, what now?!” but I didn’t have the time. She had been sitting on my lap “sidesaddle”, you know both of her legs off to one side, but she immediately swung one leg over to the other side, straddling me, so that I was facing the back of her head. She reached back and grabbed both of my hands and put them on her supple waist. He nightie was so sheer I could feel her tender flesh through it. Before I could protest she started ...
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