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PART 1

There it was again. That little thump. The sound of dad's feet getting out of bed. It had happened more and more often recently. Dammit. And I had just gotten all nice and cozy under the covers, too. Now I had to get up, go downstairs, make sure he didn't hurt himself ...

I stood up and quickly put on my slippers and my bathrobe. Man, it was really not comfortable, getting out from under that warm duvet. With a big yawn, I made my way from my room down the hallway towards the stairs. Seemed like he had already made it down to the kitchen -- I could hear noises down there. I sped up. Couple of weeks ago, he fired up the water boiler without any water in it. After that, I had gone out and bought one of those with an in-built safety so that it switches off when it runs dry, but there were still lots of other things he could mess up down there.

I found him by the cupboard, crunching away at some raw macaroni, straight out of the package. Not his fault, though. People do all kinds of weird shit when they're sleepwalking. In his head, he was probably having breakfast or something. No, the really awkward thing was that he was naked. Yeah. Didn't matter if he went to bed wearing boxers or even pajamas, they would always come off before he went off on his nightly excursions. It felt really weird the first time I saw him like this. After having been through it a few times, though, I was getting used to it. Seeing my father's naked body wasn't my primary focus anymore -- it was making sure the circuit breakers were off and that the stove was not fired up. Also I had to make sure he didn't mistake the kitchen floor for the toilet. Yeah, we really needed to figure this thing out.

"Come, daddy, back to bed..." I said, giving him a hug from behind while beginning to steer him towards the stairs.

"Mmmmh..." he mumbled, letting himself be nudged along.

It looked really strange -- his eyes were wide open, he seemed completely awake, apart from that vacant facial expression and his docile movements. The first time I saw him walk around in his sleep, I honestly thought he was awake. It was only when he didn't respond when I talked to him that I started wondering what was going on... and when I asked him about it the next day and he had no clue what I was talking about, that I realized something was up.

We managed to puzzle it together that he must have been walking around in his sleep, but we had no idea why and even less of an idea what to do about it. He had been seeing a ther****t a couple of times, but being a single dad with a daughter heading off to college soon, he couldn't afford to keep going there, and the shrink hadn't been able to find a quick-fix for it. It was up to us. I didn't know what to do, though, and wasn't sure how things were gonna go if I moved away for college. Maybe I should stay here in town, after all ... the local uni probably wasn't too bad, really, even though I had been dreaming of Harvard. And we'd save a bunch of money if I could stay here at home ... so I could focus on my studies instead of having to find a part-time job ...

We made it back to his room without incident and I managed to maneuver him into bed. I was really tired -- the alarm clock said 03:46, and I had to be up at seven. Thinking about all this stuff hadn't exactly helped either. I felt like I was going to fall asleep while still on my feet. The bed right in front of me looked really enticing right then, so I just slumped down on the mattress and slid underneath the covers with dad. Hadn't done that in ages. Must've been ten years ago, at least. I drifted off, hoping dad would stay still for the rest of the night.

He did do. I awoke from the sound of my phone beeping like mad from my room across the hall. As I was about to move out of bed, I noticed that dad had put his arm around me in his sleep. His warm body was spooning me, and he was holding me, hand on my shoulder and arm d****d across my chest. I smiled. It felt nice. Like old times, when I'd had a bad dream and came running in here, scared and needing my daddy. He would always make me feel better. Warm and safe in his strong arms. As I wiggled my way out of bed, I wished I could stay here like this a while longer. Started hating my alarm. And school. Schools should have flexible hours, like dad had at his job. Oh, well, at least I got my license last year so I could drive myself. That saved me some time, not having to take the bus. I took one last look at dad before I left for the bathroom. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

When I arrived back home for dinner, dad was in a good mood. Said he had been sleeping well that night and (as usual) had no memory of walking in his sleep. When I told him that he had been, he seemed surprised. Said he'd had a nice dream and woke up feeling refreshed; usually, he had stressful dreams when he sleepwalked, and woke up feeling tired and stiff.

"That's weird..." he muttered, but didn't elaborate. I wondered if this was just a coincidence.

"What did you dream, then?" I asked as we sat down for dinner together.

"Hm..?"

"You said you had a nice dream? What was it?"

"Oh, that. Oh, nothing, really. You know what dreams are like. Don't make sense. Just... gave me a good feeling, is all."

"Uh huh. Well that's nice."

After dinner, I spent the rest of the day studying for my finals. I really wanted a good score when retaking my SATs, so I spent a lot of time revising -- either with a group from my class or by myself. I was scoring straight A's, but knowing how stiff the competition was out there, I really wanted to do better than the 1310 I scored in my junior year. Not that I was too worried; my teachers said my essays were solid enough to take the score even higher if I could just ace the math section too ...

That, however, took time preparing for. Before I knew it, it had gone dark outside and it was time for bed. Having learned (the hard way) that doing all-nighters was not a good idea, and that having a steady day rhythm definitely was, I grabbed a snack from the kitchen and then headed off to the bathroom.

"Circadian rhythms..." I revised in front of the mirror while brushing my teeth -- I had developed this as a routine whenever I thought of a difficult word. "Circadian... c-i-r-c-a-d-i-a-n... cir-kay-dee-an. Phenomenon relating to a periodicity of approximately 24 hours. Periodicity... p-e-r..."

Okay, time to switch off. It was Friday, for goodness' sake. I did intend to study some more over the weekend, but this was enough for one day. And hopefully, I'd get a good night's sleep this time. The alarm would certainly be turned off. I headed off to bed, spending a bit of time reading John Green before drifting off. Just as I did, though, I heard it again.

"Thump."

"Oh no, you don't." I grumbled and quickly hopped out of bed.

Without even bothering to put on my bathrobe, I just sped out into the hall, determined to catch daddy before he could make it to the stairs. I only had my panties on, but right then I didn't care. He was sleeping anyway, so there was nothing to be shy about.

"Come here, daddy... back to bed.." I said, embracing him and guiding him back to his room.

As I got him back to bed, I felt a chill over my naked skin. I once again slid underneath the covers next to dad. It was a double bed, after all. Plenty of room for the both of us. Plus, I would notice more easily if he got out of bed again. Yes, good idea, I thought. Didn't take long for me to question it, though. Hadn't even fallen asleep yet, when it happened.

I felt him roll over and snuggle up to me. His hairy chest against my back. His beard tickling my neck. His arm coming over my hip to let his hand rest on my lower stomach. It was a two-sided sensation ... I liked daddy's hugs, but it did feel a bit weird to feel his hand stroking my stomach. And it soon moved upwards. My breathing got heavier. My heart rate increased. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. I started thinking about what was happening:

"What if he touches my breast?"

Then he did. Just like that. I wasn't wearing my robe this time. His hand stroked my naked skin and cupped one of my boobs. It felt ... well, good, but ...

"Mmmmh..." he mumbled in his sleep.

I breathed nervously. Shit. He didn't just hug me, his hand was properly holding my breast. Touching. Squeezing. Pulling my body closer. I mean, it was nice -- it was a nice and cozy snuggle, but it definitely felt like a step beyond what you dish out to your daughter. It felt more ... intimate ... than that. Like the kind of snuggle you give your wife. Or girlfriend. Wow. Yeah, that was a strange thought. And what if he woke up? That would be embarrassing ... waking up to the realization that he was lying naked in bed with his half-naked daughter, snuggling her body and fondling her breasts ...

As I puzzled over this, I realized something else. There was something hard pushing at my thigh. At first, I hadn't really noticed what it was, but then ... I did. I felt my cheeks flush.

"Jesus, dad...!" I whispered as one of my butt cheeks was nudged by his erection.

I felt him move behind me. Squeezing me tighter, holding me in a tight hug while his breathing rustled my hair. Okay, this was getting uncomfortable. Not in a physical way -- the sensation of this was actually really nice -- but getting spooned by my own dad while his hard-on dug into my butt definitely gave me some upsetting feelings.

That big, heavy arm of his held me in place, so moving away wasn't easy either. As I started trying, he seemed to pull me even closer, as if he didn't want me to leave. Then his stiff cock started digging into my thigh and it was actually getting a bit uncomfortable.

"Oh, come on.... can't you... move it, or something ...?" I whispered, as if to express my thoughts out loud would somehow make them more manifest.

"Mmh..." he mumbled, probably not even realizing what was happening.

I was half a mind to reach for it and move it away myself, but then I realized what that meant: it would mean actually touching my father's erect cock.

Nnnnoooope! Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Not doing that. No way, no how. Instead, I started wiggling my butt, trying to make it move up to the side or something. Maybe if I ... no, pulling away didn't work. Crunching didn't work either, as it would mean letting my legs hang off the edge of the bed. What if I ... no, I was too short to make it lie between us against my back. Hang on, could I ... yes! That worked. Lifting my leg up a bit made it slip in between my thighs. Now it wasn't pushing so hard against my butt anymore. Instead, it was ...

Fuck. This was worse! His cock now pushed directly at my pussy -- shoved as it was in between my naked thighs. My first reaction was one of surprise and shock, my second was one of relief that although I wasn't wearing my robe, at least I was wearing underwear. They were proper hipsters, too, so I was properly covered up. Dad's erection was nudging my pussy but at least there was a layer of reasonably thick fabric between them. I was safe -- we were safe.

So ... why was I getting wet? Was it the fact that his hand was kneading my breast or that he was now seemingly dry-humping me from behind? Was it the fact that he was a big, strong man who held me like a lover, or the fact that he was my dad...? I realized that I had started touching myself down there. It made my cheeks flush with embarrassment; I was getting turned on by spooning with my own father, and it made my stomach churn with butterflies. But ... it felt so good!

I couldn't stop myself. My fingers soon slipped inside the panties No longer held back by a layer of fabric, fingertips started stroking the insides of my labia. Wow. They were wet, all right. Slick with juices. Not just the slight kind, either; I could feel my fingers coming out covered in thick slime. I was getting drenched in sweat too, as my heart pounded harder and harder in my chest. Dad kept snuggling me close, breathing in my ear while still holding and squeezing my left breast. His stiffness still pushed against my crotch.

Plunging several fingers into my cunt, I gave in to lust. Dad's stiff cock kept pushing at my panty-clad pussy while I masturbated, making all sorts of filthy, taboo images flood to the surface of my mind. My clit was throbbing and I used my thumb so massage it feverishly while two of my other fingers kept fucking my slippery pussy.

"MMMMHHH!!"

Cumming in an intense orgasm, I twitched and squirmed under daddy's strong arm, using my free hand to keep my mouth shut. Once it was over, my thoughts turned back to him and the hope that he hadn't woken up from my squirming and moaning. He hadn't. I let out a sigh of relief and felt my whole body relax as I gave in to tiredness. The orgasm had given me a delightful feeling all over, and I drifted off to sleep.

I regained consciousness the following morning as sunlight hit my face through the window. It was an unusual feeling, my own room's window being located at the other side of the house, and for a second, I didn't understand what was going on.

"Why is there sun in my face? What time is it? Is it breakfast time? Why do I feel all sweaty and sticky? And why is there sun in my face?" I thought while slowly remembering where I was.

Daddy hadn't moved all night. He still lay right beside me, spooning me from behind with his arm still d****d across my chest. I cast a glance over my shoulder. His face looked peaceful -- almost as if he was smiling. Determined not to wake him up, I slid under his arm and broke free, speedily tiptoeing out of his room and back into mine. I grabbed some fresh clothes and made my way to the bathroom, feeling the need to get some of last night's grime washed off my skin. Dad's duvet was thicker than mine, so it had definitely been a hot night, making me sweat all over myself. Plus, you know, the other thing. Juices. In... places. Hands. Legs. Pussy...

The feeling of shame started to grow as I was washing myself off. Dang it, those had been some really dark and taboo ideas that had popped into me head last night, I thought. I guess that's what being a horny teen does to you -- hormones filling your brain to the level at which you care for nothing except sexual gratification, consequences or decency be damned.

"Gratification... g-r-a-t-i-f-i-c-a-t-i-o-n ... gra-ti-fi-kay-shon..." I mumbled as I turned off the water. Man, was I hungry. Saturday, that meant pancakes. Dad, unusually, was still in bed, so I went downstairs and started making the batter. As I fried up the bacon, I could hear the shower running upstairs ... and I was sure I could hear singing too. Dad was singing in the shower now? Since when?

Over breakfast, he seemed pleased as Punch.

"You sleep well last night?" I asked.

"Yeah, really well." he smiled. "Had a nice dream too. Doesn't feel like I went out on any nightly excursions either -- did you notice...?"

"Mh... no, no, I don't think you did go for a walk last night..." I semi-lied, knowing that I had stopped him before he could actually take that walk.

"Maybe that's what I need to avoid sleepwalking, then. Nice dreams."

He sat there smiling for a while as we ate our pancakes. Then I asked:

"What did you dream about?"

"Hm?" he said, distantly.

"What did you dream about?" I repeated while taking a big bite of my rolled-up pancake filled up with bacon.

"Oh... uhm..."

"Hmmm?"

"I ... dreamed about your mother, actually."

"Oh. Hm.."

"I guess... yeah, I still miss her, you know. And uh... well, last night I just dreamed that she was with me again. I always used to sleep really well after..." He stopped himself. Seemed lost in thought for a moment. "It was really vivid, too ... I mean... It was like she was right there beside me again. I could almost have sworn that I could feel the smell of her hair ..." he said with a smile and a dreaming look in his eye. For a second, I almost thought he was blushing.

Finishing my meal, I left the table, leaving him to his dreamy thoughts, focusing on my own instead. So that was what was going on last night? Did he think I was mom? Was ... was that the reason he was sleepwalking? He was missing mom? I stopped by the wall in the living room and looked at some old photos of him and mom together. She was really pretty. Not just that, she was hot. Smoking hot. She looked like the kind of woman who could make men go crazy with lust and women crazy with jealousy. Man, she even looked like she could make women go lesbian. Looking at one photo of her in a yellow summer dress, I would objectively say that she could easily have walked right onto a Hollywood set or a catwalk in Milan, and anybody watching would have thought she was one of the stars.

According to dad, she was really kind and sweet too -- I understood why he missed her. I guess I did too, in a way, even though she died when I was only two years old. I also had a pretty good idea why dad hadn't dated anyone since her. They'd all seem like second best compared to her. But I guess this could have been one of the things he'd talked about with the ther****t. Failing to fully get over the loss of his wife? Yeah, I wasn't a ther****t but I figured I'd seen enough drama shows to guess that such a thing could very well be the reason he was walking in his sleep.

Maybe I could... Yeah? An experiment? I could ... try spending the night with him. Again. Just... sneak into his bed, lay there and ... see if that stopped his nightly antics? Yes? No. No, no. Yes. No. Yes. No... Yes, yes. Maybe? Oh fuck! I was considering it. Knowing myself, that meant I probably wanted to do it. Which meant I was probably going to. Shit. Okay, well, there would be no more of that stuff from last night, at least. For one thing, if.. if... I was going to do this, I was going to wear some night clothes. Maybe he would try to touch my breast again. I should try to stop that. I could wear a bra, I guess. Man, I didn't like that -- not at night. They felt tight. A big T-shirt, maybe? If I borrowed one of his, it would be big enough to use as a complete night gown. As my brain kept coming up with all sorts of ideas and possibilities, I realized that I had already decided to do this. I just had to ... keep control.

The day passed slowly. I tried keeping myself occupied but my thoughts were so focused on my plans for the evening that I found it difficult to focus on anything else. Despite my telling my brain to stop coming up with all sorts of possible scenarios, it kept spinning in every direction and imagining what might happen. Eventually, though, it was time to find out. I followed my plan and put on a big T-shirt to cover my top half, and I also put on a pair of sweatpants to really make sure I was fully clothed. Putting the shirt down the waist of the pants made me pretty well armored, I thought. Yes, this would work fine, daddy wouldn't be able to grope me in his sleep now. Snuggling and cuddling would now be perfectly safe.

I waited for him to fall asleep and slipped into his room as soon as I was sure that he had. Underneath the covers I went, and I took my place on the window side just like last time. I wondered if the idea would work, if it would actually stop his sleepwalking to have someone sleeping next to him. I also wondered if he would snuggle up to me again, like last time. Sure enough, just ten or fifteen minutes in, I could feel him next to me, his arm seemingly searching for something. Finding me there, his body slid up to mine and his arm once more d****d itself across my chest and hugged me. For a minute, his breathing relaxed. It felt like he was at peace. Like he had been reaching out, searching for something, now satisfied. It felt really nice, and I settled down to sleep in a close snuggle with dad.

It was then I realized my mistake. I was melting. Started cursing myself. I mean, what the actual fuck? Who the hell wears sweatpants to bed? Alongside a big man's warm body, under this thick duvet, in August, what the hell did you think it was going to be like, you stupid bitch? What was wrong with just a thick pair of undies? Even gym shorts would have been better than this. I spent a few more minutes evaluating the situation until the heat just became unbearably uncomfortable. Underneath the sweatpants, I could feel my whole skin getting drenched in sweat.

"Fuck this." I muttered and started pulling them off.

"But what about staying clothed?" my brain protested.

"Fuck you, brain. You fucked up, you fucking idiot. Go fuck yourself, I'm not fucking sleeping in this fucking sauna with that fucking thing on. You better not be this fucking dumb during the SATs or I swear to fucking God I'm gonna fuck you up."

My brain shut up. Accepted the realities. Having made the mistake, I now had to live with the consequences, whatever they were. Good thing I was too hot and too annoyed to be horny or anything... because my brain had also been stupid enough to let me forgo wearing anything underneath the sweatpants. So yeah, I was now butt nekk**... in dad's bed... with my equally nekk** dad. I pulled at the T-shirt to make sure I was covered up down to my thighs, and tried to go to sleep.

Only a short while later, I realized that sleep might be a bit difficult. While daddy hadn't been able to get his hands underneath my improvised night gown, he didn't really have to. The shirt was pretty thin and as he started fondling my breasts through the fabric, I quickly lost my self control. It was just so good, you know? The guys I'd been with ... all of two boyfriends since I was sixteen ... they'd had no clue what to do with a girl's boobs and just fiddled with everything, turning on my nipples as if they were buttons on a radio.

Daddy ... well, he did it better. Just holding, gently squeezing, stroking, making me want him to do it some more. It was I who was the impatient one. Slowly, slowly he was wearing me down, breaking my willpower. After a while, I actually wanted him to put his hands underneath my shirt and fondle me properly. I felt like there was this little devil on my shoulder, like you see in the cartoons, tempting me to do things I shouldn't be doing. So ... yeah. I did it. I pulled up the shirt and took hold of his hand. Put it on my chest and let him do it.

"Mm...hhhh..." I moaned gently as he squeezed my naked breast with his big, strong hand.

The devil made an excellent case. Surely there was no harm in this? Just a little cuddle, a bit of hugging, touching, holding ... Yeah, he was touching my boobs, but he was daddy, he would never hurt me, it was all just really nice and pleasurable ... I felt his hardness grow against my butt cheeks. I didn't waste any time this time, I just opened up and let him slide in between my thighs. No problem, the devil argued. I was just making it more comfortable for the both of us. It was pushing at me, after all. Not very comfy, that. Better this way, making a bit of room for him, so his erection didn't poke at me all night.

My thoughts got very dirty, very quickly. My father's stiff erection lay pressed up against my naked teen pussy, the shaft of it fitting perfectly against the edge of my slit. Ideas kept flooding into my filthy mind as the tip of his cock nudged against my clitoris. Fuck, this was good. And exciting.

"Oh, I can't believe this is happening..." I kept whispering to myself, half wanting to flee the room in fear of being caught, half desperate for the moment never to end.

"Mh..." I heard him moan gently in his sleep, making me so afraid he was waking up that I started holding my breath while my hands started shivering.

"Please, daddy, please, pretty please don't wake up..." I whispered.

"Mmh..."

I could feel his cock twitching between my thighs. I kept them close and squeezed him gently by flexing my muscles, making him moan slightly every time I did so. My heart was racing. I could swear he was moving behind me, pushing himself into my body, fucking my thighs and making that big hard cock slide up and down along my teenage pussy.

I started fingering my clit. God, I was so wet, my juices were flowing like a river. Dad was humping my thighs from behind, I swore I could feel him pushing towards me, even though most of the movement may have been caused by my own pushing backwards. I could now feel his whole erect cock stroking back and forth at my sensitive pussy lips, gliding along them as I moved my hips backwards and forwards. Shit, I was actually riding him. And loving it. I mean, he wasn't actually inside of me, and God, I had to make damn sure that didn't happen, but the sensation alone was an incredible turn-on. Not to mention the whole situation. My pussy got so wet from having daddy's cock stroke it on the outside, I had never felt anything like it. The smell of sex... the sounds ... squish, squish, splirrsshh..

"Mh!" I suddenly heard from dad, and something wet and sticky started smearing all over the inside of my thighs.

"Oh..." I muttered as I realized what it was. "Daddy, are you... oh..."

"Mmmmmmmhh..."

Without warning, he had ejaculated while his cock was still being squeezed between my thighs. Resting against my swollen pussy lips, it pulsed and jolted, squirting out streams of cum and covering my skin in the sticky fluid. I realized that the outside of my pussy was completely covered in dad's semen. I started shaking, orgasming at the very thought.

"Yes, daddy, cum all over your daughter's pussy..." I uttered, a bit more loudly than perhaps I should have, as my whole body shook in orgasmic bliss. I then fell asleep, exhausted and boundlessly satisfied.

The next morning, all I could think about was that night. I thought about it when I got out of daddy's bed, I thought about it in the shower. I thought about it when I felt the water wash away the sticky goo that had dried between my legs, and when I talked to him over breakfast.

"Did you sleep well, dad?" I asked, still unable to think about anything other than the fact that he had cum between my legs last night.

"Very well, thank you. You didn't notice me going for any walks, right?"

"No. No walks."

"Good. That's good."

"Did you... dream again?"

"I think so. I felt like... yeah, I think so."

He didn't elaborate, so I didn't understand all of this dream stuff he had going on, but I knew I was going to repeat what I had done. I had gotten a taste now, and I couldn't wait to do it again. It was all I could think of. All I wanted to do. It had been so good, so amazing, I had never felt anything like it! I wanted more. I wanted to tell daddy what had happened and that I desperately needed more of the same, although I knew that I couldn't. Inside, I was bubbling, boiling with anticipation. Outward, I tried to play it cool.

I spent Sunday working out outdoors, trying to get my mind off things. I went for a run with my friends Mike and Sandy, then we went for some ice cream and talked about stuff. Still couldn't completely forget my plans for the evening, though, and especially not when I got home for dinner. Having Sunday dinner with dad was always nice, and today I had the added niceness of thinking about what I was going to do a few hours later. What I was going to do... with him.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked, as I probably sat there looking pensive.

"Oh... just ... thinking about my SATs and ... uni and stuff." I replied.

"Yeah, that was a lie." my brain interjected. "You were thinking about his cock stroking against your moist pussy lips, that's what you were thinking about, you slut." I blushed.

"The application forms are all set, right?" dad continued.

"Yeah, scholarship ones too. I guess I'll just apply for lots of things and see what happens."

"Sure."

We talked some more about my future education options while we finished our meal, then I went upstairs.

There were so many plans in my head. So many desires. Losing my virginity to my ex-boyfriend had been pretty ... well, for the lack of a better word: boring. When that 30-second tryst was over, I had felt no real need to do it again. This thing with dad, though ... doing it again was all I could think about. I had to do something to keep myself from just staring at the clock, so I went into the shower and shaved my pussy. Hadn't done that in a while -- hadn't needed to; there still wasn't a whole lot of hair down there. I took my time, though, being really thorough in removing every little tuft of hair. I also shaved my legs, armpits and any other place where hairs were becoming an issue. It was mostly for myself that I did this sort of thing -- not just because boys liked it. I enjoyed having smooth skin. And I enjoyed doing it. It was kinda the****utic, grooming myself.

That evening, I was growing more and more impatient, wanting dad to go to bed early. When he didn't, I almost started stomping the floor in frustration while he was watching his movie and I was preparing for school the next day. My test wasn't until next Saturday, but it was still a school night so I couldn't really stay up all night either. I could only prepare so much, though. My bag was packed, my schedule was set, I was ready to go to sleep and wake on Monday, ready for school. But there was an event planned between those things, and I needed him for that, didn't I...

"Go to bed, dad, go to bed now..." I kept murmuring to myself, as if trying to command him telepathically. "Come on, you don't even like this movie, go to bed... Go to bed... so I can play with you!"

Finally, he switched off the TV and got up. I had been standing in the hall upstairs, waiting and watching him, and I ran quietly to my room once he started moving from the couch. Seconds ticked by as I was listening -- my brain trying to keep tabs on what he was doing. He was having a glass of milk in the kitchen... He was walking across the floor... checking that the doors were locked ... then he came up the stairs. Then into the bathroom ... I could hear the electric toothbrush... the sink... the shower?! Oh, come on! Get to bed! Oh, well... I guess I kinda liked that he was cleaning himself off before bedtime... but hurry, daddy!

The wait was torture. As he said good night and went to bed, I waited and waited, wondering how long I would have to stay in my room. After what felt like an eternity, I checked my phone and saw that only ten minutes had passed. Looking frustrated at it for another couple of minutes, I couldn't wait any longer and decided to risk it. I got up, put on my robe and tiptoed across the hall and into his room. He was lying in bed, breathing calmly.

"Dad, are you asleep yet...?" I whispered nervously, hoping for no reply.

I got none. My heart beat faster as I silently stepped around his bed, standing on the floor by the window. A few seconds passed as I considered my next move.

I let my robe slip to the floor. I then thought for a second and decided that wasn't enough. My panties slipped off as well. I wanted to be naked in his bed, just like last time. Completely naked, as he was. I then slipped under the covers and waited anxiously, hoping, praying for him to come to my side. As the seconds passed I grew so impatient that I actually started moving myself towards him. Inching slowly closer, I had my back towards him as we made contact in the middle of the bed. My heart beat happily as his arm came across my chest, his manly hand stroking my breast in the manner I so adored.

"Yes, touch me, daddy..." I whispered, already feeling myself getting excited.

Slipping a finger inside my pussy, I could feel just how wet I had become. The wait... that long, long wait, anticipating this -- it had made my juices flow to the extent that they were leaking out of me at the slightest touch.

"Oh, God... daddy I'm so wet..."

"Mhm..." he mumbled in his sleep, making me jump a bit as it seemed like he was replying to what I had said.

"Can you do that thing to me again, daddy, please..."

"Mh..."

I snuggled up close and spread my thighs for him once his erection made itself known. That feeling of his hard member sliding up along my slit... oh, it was so good it was mesmerizing. Almost immediately, I started bucking my hips to make it slide back and forth. Oh, so good... I bet it looked really hot too.

I pushed away the covers. I wanted to see what was happening, not just feel it. I lifted my right leg while lying on my left side, so that I could look down between my thighs and see what was going on. There it was. That big, swollen, manly cock, resting against the inside of my thigh as daddy spooned me tightly. As I pushed backwards towards him, the cock slid up and down along my exposed labia, touching my sensitive areas and making me squirm with pleasure. I wanted more.

I reached down and spread my pussy lips for him. It was hard getting them between my fingers, since they were so slippery, so in order to get his cock properly between them, there was only one obvious solution. Two fingers pushed him up towards me. My heart started pounding in my chest as I looked down to see my own hand touching my father's penis. The feeling was amazing. I started moving again, this time holding the underside of his shaft with three fingers, pushing him up towards my pussy. My wet lips wrapped around the sides of his cock, coating it with slippery juices. It almost felt like he was inside me -- the feeling was unbelievable.

"Yes, daddy, I need it..." I moaned as he slid back and forth between my labia, coming into contact with my clit on occasion too. My head was spinning, I couldn't see straight or keep my eyes open.

"Mh... mh... mmh..." he started moaning.

The risk of waking him up both scared me and turned me on. He was getting louder, clearly being stimulated just as much as I was. The head of his cock was sliding up and down the insides of my excited pussy lips, stimulating us both with a wonderful intensity.

"Yes, daddy, cum for me, let me see that cum..." I whispered, completely enravished.

"Uhh... Uhhh...!" he moaned in reply.

His dick started pulsating. I looked down to see streams of white fluid squirting out from the hole on the tip, landing on my smooth mound and lower belly. Wow, that was hot. I was fascinated by the sight of it. I had watched porn and seen cumshots, but I had never actually seen a man cum up close before. It felt... close. Personal. Intimate. Not just something happening on a screen, but a real man's semen being squirted onto my own skin, so I could smell it ... and touch it. After the first initial spurts, the fluid started oozing out and run down on me instead of coming out in powerful shots. The smell was ... dirty. I felt like a dirty girl, and it turned me on. I looked at it for a while, and then closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of wet, warm fluid being spread out all over my crotch and lower belly. As I closed my legs, I could feel the sticky semen getting smeared out between my thighs.

"Good night, daddy..." I whispered.

Over the next few days, I decided to focus solely on my SATs. I pushed away all thoughts of dirty fantasies as well as nightly activities, limiting my own to keeping dad from wandering off from his room at night. It was a bit frustrating to force myself to do this, but I was determined to score higher than last time. While the senior year seemed nice enough so far, I was actually looking forward to calling myself a college student rather than a high school senior. I wanted to sit in coffee shops and discuss Immanuel Kant with a French guy called Fabrice -- not just sit in the mall Subway, talking about the Kardashians with two blonde airheads called Katie and Carly. It would feel nice to be a bit more grown up, in more ways than just the studies. Maybe I'd have a serious boyfriend, maybe not. Maybe I'd just have a friend 'with benefits', if that suited my schedule better.

My sexual experience thus far hadn't been great. My ex had been allowed to go all the way with me two days after my eighteenth birthday -- a day he had naturally forgotten about. The sex was pretty forgettable too; he struggled with a condom for minutes, then lay between my legs and humped away at me for all of twenty seconds until he came. The lead-up had felt exciting at the time, seeing as it was my first official time, but in retrospect the actual act was kinda disappointing. It hadn't filled me with a great desire to repeat the experience, and I failed to see what people were so excited about. I had dumped him a few days later, but my friends at school insisted that sex was great, and that all I had to do was find myself a better lover.

"So, have you found one?" dad said, interrupting my train of thought over dinner.

"Uhm... w-what?" I started blushing.

"College. You wanted to take a trip to one next week?"

"Oh. Uh... yeah, I'm still looking ..." My brain was disappointed in me, telling me to get my brain out of the gutter. But it was a good question, wasn't it? Shouldn't I think some more about... I snapped out of it. Focused on the issue dad had brought up. "I'll decide where to go once I've found out some more."

"I understand. You want to finish your current race before you go thinking too much about the next one. Probably wise. Take your time."

"Yeah, I guess. I'm gonna do some more math quizzes tonight, that's the bit I'm worried about."

"You'll do fine, darling."

I looked at him. He gave me a reassuring smile. And I liked it when he called me that.

Dad was right -- the test did seem to go well. I left the room after four hours, feeling tired but reasonably happy. At least it hadn't gone terrible. Yay. I thought about it while walking to the parking lot, and wondered why I wasn't more excited about it. Some of my classmates were jumping around and preparing for Saturday night parties, but I just didn't feel ready to celebrate. Guess my mind was preoccupied with other things. Like college. The future. How horny I was.

Damn, yeah. It all came back to me now. I started thinking about it on my drive home. The desire to visit my dad at night had been suppressed for a few days as I distracted myself with scholarly activity, but now that it was finished and school went back to normal, I realized that I was free to return to my nightly experiments. The SAT results wouldn't be in for a few weeks anyway, and there was nothing I could do to speed that up, so I might as well find something to do in the mean time.

The experiment had worked well so far, I was quite sure of that. The serious one, that is. Dad had started walking around again when I didn't stay in his bed -- not every night, but as good as -- so it seemed like I was on to something. As long as he had me there, he didn't go anywhere. If I wasn't there: thump, shuffle shuffle. I still hadn't completely figured out why, but I reckoned it had something to do with his peace of mind. If he was missing his wife so much that it drove him to go sleepwalking, having a substitute in his bed could be the answer.

As for the other experiment ... the one where I had gotten a bit carried away in order to sate my own teenage desires ... well, there was no real harm in that, right? For a time, I was wondering if I should feel ashamed of what had happened, but that helpful little devil quickly came to the rescue. I mean, dads' penis hadn't actually been inside me, so we hadn't actually been having sex, right? Because that would be ... bad. A shiver went down my spine as I thought about it. Yes, bad. Very bad. For dad to actually have ... sex ... with his own daughter ... Yes, that would be bad. Mhm. So yes, can't do that. No. No, there would have to be a line somewhere. Right? Yes. But ... where?

As the evening approached, I was wondering how far I would be prepared to go. For me, so far, what had been happening was a sort of masturbation in my father's presence; we had been jerking off together, essentially. In the same bed, and at the same time, yes, but still nothing more than mutual masturbation. I planned to continue on that road -- having a pleasurable time with him but stopping short of actually letting him penetrate me. It had felt really exciting so far and I had no intention of stopping now. I liked how intimate it felt to lie in bed, embraced by a man and feel his naked body next to mine. I liked it and I wanted more of it. I needed more of it. Besides... I had a distinct feeling that he also needed me.

As night fell and I tiptoed my way into dad's room, my pussy was already wet. I could think of no better way of spending a Saturday night. I snuck in, went over to the free side of the bed and took off my clothes, laying them all on the floor underneath the window. Then I slid underneath the covers with dad, waiting for his arm to reach over and hold me. It took a while. A long while. Too long a while. I grew impatient, took the initiative myself and snuggled up to his warm body. He still wasn't holding me, though. What was going on?

"Mh... Bea..." I heard him mumbling in his sleep.

Mom's name. He was dreaming. I sat up and looked at his face. It seemed contorted. He was beginning to toss and turn in his sleep too. This was not a nice dream. Not nice at all.

"I'm here, daddy..." I whispered, hugging him tightly.

I almost considered waking him up, but as he settled down and put his arm around me, it seemed his bad dream was clearing up. He breathed more calmly, and then started hugging me back.

We lay there a long while. Face to face. His hairy chest against my naked breasts. I looked at him and wondered what was going on in his head -- normally, he'd be walking around downstairs by now, I was sure it was only me keeping him here. Maybe I was shaping his dreams? Maybe he started dreaming about what was happening ... was that how it worked? If I was hugging him, he started dreaming about hugging mom?

I started stroking his chest with my fingertips, gently scratching with my nails. I just couldn't lie still. Had to snuggle, move my hands over his skin and ... touch. Feeling his breath in my hair and the warmth of his body was something else. Completely different from any of the boys I had been intimate with. I had hugged dad so many times, but being naked in bed together felt so different. There were so many possibilities -- so many things that could happen. One of them started to happen right now...

Feeling his cock harden against my thigh, my heart started pounding in my chest and my breath quickened. I felt partly nervous, partly excited. We had been here before, just a few days ago, but being able to see his face as it happened really made butterflies in my stomach fly. I kept watching him, afraid he'd wake up. Feeling reasonably confident that he wouldn't, I snuck my hand down.

"Ohh..." I suppressed a moan as my fingers found his hardness.

I gently touched it and spread my legs slightly, trying to put him in place ... in the right place.

"Mmmm..." he moaned.

My heart skipped a beat, and I watched his face carefully, but I didn't stop. I grew bolder and bolder. I was so horny, my pussy was dripping wet. As his cock slid in between my legs, it started to get covered in my slimy juices. It felt like it was about to slide right into me, and it made me feel extremely nervous to have my dad's penis so close to the forbidden. My labia opened. Started sliding over him, back and forth, coating his shaft with my wetness. I started bucking my hips gently in his direction, stroking myself back and forth against his cock. Grinding on it. Using it to stroke the insides of my pussy lips. It felt like he was really on the brink of gliding into me. The thought made my heart race.

"I'm so wet, daddy..." I whispered. "For you... I'm wet for you, daddy..." Saying it like that just made me even hornier, causing dirtier and dirtier thoughts to enter my mind.

"Mh.. mmh... uhhh..." he started to moan louder and breathe heavier, clearly receiving some intense stimulation.

I slowed things down, so it wouldn't get too intense. The feeling was so good, and I really wanted it to last longer his time. After a few minutes of stroking my pussy with his cock, I had a delightful orgasm and I was determined to have more than one.

"I'm cumming on your cock, daddy, do you feel it...? Can you feel my young pussy against your cock...?"

Talking dirty like that just made me even hornier.

"Mmmh... mmh... ye... oh... yes..." He started to reply to me in his sleep -- or maybe it was just random words of pleasure?

"Want more? Yes? More?"

"Mh ... more..."

So not random. He heard me. God, this was scary. And turned me on. It was like it cast doubt on whether he was actually asleep. I didn't stop, though. I kept grinding on him. Until I came again.

"Yes, yes, yyeeees, daddy..." I moaned as shivers spread from my pussy to the rest of my body.

"Mh... uhh..." he moaned right back. Started to breathe heavily, with his mouth open.

"Yes, make me cum, daddy... I'm cumming on you... on your..."

"Mh... yes.... mmm..."

"You like it, daddy?"

"Mhm.. yes.. ye... uuhhh...."

He opened his eyes. My heart nearly stopped. I looked right at him, inches from his face, staring into his eyes while this taboo thing was going on. I waved in front of him to see if he was awake. Seconds went by. He was clearly still asleep -- he was just getting more active. Sleepwalking ... except he was still in bed. His hand now stroked my butt, reaching over and gently pulling me towards him.

"Yes, daddy, you want more...? You want ...?"

"Yeh... moh..." he muttered with a vacant expression.

This turned me on so much, I felt like I was about to explode. I wanted more too. I wanted everything. Everything that was possible, I wanted, right away. Like when somebody releases a TV series in increments, or when you are given your favorite candy just one piece at a time, making you wait for the next one. I wanted more and I wanted it now!

"Make me cum again, daddy... Make me cum, make me cum!" I moaned at him, grabbing his cock with my hand and jerking at it so that the head was pushing back and forth between my labia while I bucked my hips at him.

"Uhh... UHH..." he moaned louder and louder, then I stopped and waited for a bit, until his breathing slowed down and his moaning stopped. Then I started up again, rubbing the insides of my pussy lips with the tip of his cock. Once again he started moaning uncontrollably. I enjoyed myself immensely. As a third orgasm made me shiver all over, I closed my eyes and let go of dad's dick, stroking my clit with my fingers instead, to make it last longer.

"Ah... ahhh... aaahhh..." I kept moaning and breathing into daddy's chest.

His hands were on me, trying to do something -- stroking at my skin and pulling at my knee as if he wanted me to put my leg around him. As I recovered from my orgasm, I wanted to indulge him, but also felt the need to control what was happening. I didn't want him to cum yet ... I wanted more. More!

"More, daddy... from behind now..." I whispered and turned my back to him. He spooned me as I reached in between my legs to put his cock where I wanted it.

"Mh..." he moaned as I took him in between my thighs like I was now used to.

I then pushed my butt all the way into him and used my hand to push his cock up between my drenched pussy lips. Not only were they wet, they were swollen, so sensitive that every touch made me shiver.

His cock was so close to sliding inside me, but I felt like I was in control of it. It couldn't get in at this angle. When dad bucked his hips forward or I pushed back at him, the head kind of bounced off the front edge of my tight opening, and slid up along the entire slit, stimulating my outer flesh. I dipped myself down on him, letting him feel my warmth but not quite slip inside. We both exclaimed loud moans of pleasure. Oh, I could keep doing this forever!

He was clearly enjoying it too. Moaning and groaning desperately, squeezing my breast and pawing at my butt, being held on the edge of orgasm and building it up more and more. His left arm had slid underneath me and held around my chest while his right hand was still holding my hip, pulling me backwards with a nice, strong grip. He was breathing really heavily now, into my neck. I tended to get really powerful orgasms if I took my time building up, getting horny and spending hours masturbating before I finally came. It had been days since last time, so we had both been saving up ... If dad was anything like me, he should have an incredible orgasm once he came.

I was looking forward to seeing it again -- seeing him squirt those thick ropes of semen all over my sweaty skin. As I looked down, I could see his slippery cock pop out between my thighs before disappearing back in between them. I squeezed my legs together. Heard him moan with pleasure. Groan with frustration. I guessed that he was feeling really ready to have his orgasm now, and I longed for it too. The sight, the smell, the sound of his voice as it happened ...

All of a sudden, everything changed. With a wet splooshing sound, his swollen cock slid past my opening and plunged inside me. Hard. Deep. All the way in.

"OH!" I shouted loudly, in shock, as I felt him in me.

"URHH!" he moaned loudly back.

"Oh! Oh ... wait! Wait, daddy, waitwaitwait! I'm supposed to ... I'm... OH... OHH!!!"

My eyes widened. I covered my mouth with one hand to dampen the screams. Dad had hold of my hip and pulled me onto his rock-hard shaft, moaning like mad as he started fucking me for real. For such a long time, I had kept him stroking the edges of my door, but now he was penetrating me all the way to the bottom. There was no way this could be called anything other than sex. Daddy was fucking me!

After the first few seconds of surprise, I started trying to wriggle free, but I quickly realized that I couldn't. He had me. His strong hands held my body in place and he kept thrusting his hips forward to meet me. He grunted hoarsely. I could feel his rough, manly hands gripping me tightly in place, forcing me onto his cock.

"Daddy, we... can't... oh... Can we ... oh... please ..."

My voice trailed off. It must have seemed like I was trying to beg for something, but I soon got lost in the feeling.

This was nothing like my first time. This was amazing. My clit was being nudged with every thrust, my swollen pussy lips clenched around his shaft every time it slid outwards, and deep inside I felt something I never had before. It felt like the sensation came from everywhere down there; I started moaning and panting uncontrollably, probably seeming like a bitch in heat.

"Oh shit... Shit, daddy... oooohh! You're... daddy, you're ... AAH! Dad, you're... inside... You're inside!"

As the words came out of my mouth, I knew I had intended for them to sound like a reminder that he wasn't supposed to be. That he was now crossing a line. Like my brain was trying to send him a telepathic message: "Dad, you're not supposed to be inside me, remember..." as a warning that this wasn't supposed to be happening, and it should stop. I didn't actually want it to stop, though. God, no. It felt too good. Too exciting. Too taboo. Daddy was fucking his teenage girl in his sleep. The devil on my shoulder clapped his hands with excitement and told me not to deny that this was what I had wanted all along.

I was rambling. Breathing heavily, words spewed from my mouth as daddy's cock embedded itself deep in my pussy. They started out as a plea for him to stop, and then ended up being something else entirely.

"Please, daddy, don't... Pleeeaaase don't... Don't fuck me. Don't fuck your daughter ... don't fuck me, don't ... fuck me, don't... fuck ...me ... don't ... fuck ... me ... ... no... fuck ... me... fuck ... me, fuck me, fuck me, oh ... God, FUCK ME, DADDY! FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER!"

He did. Harder, faster, his cock pushing at the bottom of my tunnel at every thrust.

"Daddy, your cock is inside me, it's inside me...!" I kept repeating, in part to him, in part to myself, as if to drive the point home. As if I wasn't horny enough already, thinking about the reality of the situation made me shiver again, as yet another orgasm started filling my body from below. The feeling was incredible -- I had never experienced such a thing before, actually cumming while I was being filled, not even those times I had a dildo to play with. Now I came. My pussy started squeezing his cock in quick pulses, milking him as he fucked me. That was another thought I needed to vocalize.

"Oh, daddy, you're actually making me cum, aren't you... I'm cumming on your cock because you're fucking me.... Oh ... God, I'm actually getting fucked ... by ... my father..."

Shouldn't we stop? Well, yes. We should. We should have stopped a long time ago. Now I was beginning to justify to myself why we shouldn't -- or rather, why we didn't need to. That little devil on my shoulder used reason to justify it, saying that it had already happened. No point in trying to stop it from happening now, right? It was already too late anyway. We could never go back to a situation where dad had never fucked me -- we could not unring the bell. All the more reason to just let it continue -- let it keep happening.

"More, daddy... more... please..." I said out loud.

Both his hands had now found their way to my hips, pulling me backwards in a series of tugs. The mattress was bouncing as our movements grew more and more powerful. I clawed at the sheets and held on in a tight grip, now starting to actively push back hard against his thrusts. This was what sex was really like? My first time had been a lie -- this was the most amazing thing ever! I was sweating, my heart was pounding, my breath heaving and I started to get the taste of blood in my mouth as if I'd been running. I was scared, nervous, happy and immensely horny, all at the same time. My eyes had gone foggy and my head started to spin.

"UUUURRRRRGHHHH!" dad roared as he pushed himself all the way in and pulled me roughly towards him. I could feel him twitching and pulsing as he released a torrent of cum deep in my cunt.

"But... Daddy, you're cumming in me..." I whispered.

Actually hearing myself say the words out loud gave me an even stronger feeling of nervousness. Nervousness mixed with pure pleasure. This was so wrong. But so good. The whole thing turned me on beyond belief. I tried saying it a bit louder.

"Daddy... you're ... cumming inside me.."

It nearly made me orgasm with pleasure. It just felt so good saying it out loud -- it was as if everything became ... more real. As my own orgasm started sending trembling shock waves through my legs, I gave in completely:

"Oh my god, daddy, you're fucking cumming inside your daughter's pussy, ohmagawd... fuck, that's so hot, daddy... Keep going, cream that hole... give all your cum to your slut daughter..."

He stayed embedded in me until the orgasm had run its course. I lay still and felt his cock pulsing and pumping all that gooey cum deep inside me, making me feel all wet and sticky inside. After several minutes, his erection softened and he slid out of me. My breath started to return to normal, while dad seemed exhausted and slumped back from me to lie on his back again, resting, sleeping peacefully. I stayed on my side, just catching my breath and focusing on that delightful feeling of having been sexually satisfied. I could feel his slippery juices starting to run slowly out of me, little by little. As I fell asleep, it felt like they would keep seeping out of my hole all night long ...

END OF PART 1

(Author's note: I recommend taking a break here, turning this story into a real two-parter.)

PART 2

As usual, I woke up before he did. It was Sunday, but I was used to having to go to school in the mornings, he usually didn't have fixed office hours and tended to stay in a bit longer. I was glad of that right now. As I slid out of bed and put on my robe, I was glad he hadn't woken up in the middle of the night and found his naked daughter in his bed. I was especially glad that he hadn't woken up to discover his own semen dribbling out of his daughter's freshly used cunt. Wow, would that have been an awkward conversation:

"Sweetie, why are you sleeping in my bed?"

"Oh, nothing, just stopping you from sleepwalking."

"Right. And why naked?"

"It was too hot so I took off my clothes."

"Right. And why do my private parts feel sticky?"

"Oh, nothing, just rubbed myself all over you and soiled you with my vaginal juices."

"Right. And my penis feels tender?"

"Yeah, I let you fuck me while you were sleeping."

"Right. And what's that gooey mess smeared all over your thighs?"

"Oh, nothing, just the cum you pumped me full of last night."

God, I thought to myself as I made it to the bathroom -- that was one fucked up night. First I used his dick to masturbate as I had done before ... then it backfired and he actually fucked me, then I found out that I loved it, and to finish it all off, he pumped me so full of cum it was still leaking out as I entered the shower. Well, I had been sleeping horizontally, so I guess it was only really coming back out now that I was upright. While using the shower head to wash my oh so sensitive pussy, I put a finger inside me and tried to scoop out what remains may still be inside. It did feel pretty sticky, so maybe there was still some left. It made shivers go down my spine to think that I'd had my dad's cum inside me all night. I mean, I was pretty sure the calendar was wrong, since I was only a couple of days away from my period, but still ...

The shower rinsed off all traces of the previous night. It felt purifying, and I spent a good twenty minutes in there, washing my hair and cleaning both my outsides and insides. As I was drying myself with a big, fluffy towel, I could hear dad moving around in his room, so I finished up and hurried back to my own.

"Shower's free, dad! I'll make breakfast -- you want eggs?" I shouted out, not really listening for a reply, since I was going to make eggs anyway.

I went downstairs and fried up some bacon and eggs, and set the table while he was in the shower. As he came down to join me, my mind had drifted back to the sleepwalking problem.

Why was it that he didn't go sleepwalking if I slept with him? Was it just the feeling of having someone there with him, or was it the sexual element? I thought about how sometimes I would need an orgasm before I could fall asleep; it would drain me of energy and made me all relaxed and sleepy. Could that be it? I was guessing no, since he could then have solved the problem just by jerking off ... if he was aware of it, that is. I felt like I needed more information. Like a scientist, I was thinking up experiments to test my ideas. I also needed mot background, though, and the only one who could give me that ... was him.

"Dad, I got a question. Don't freak out, okay?" I asked as we were munching bacon sandwiches.

"Uh-oh, this sounds bad. Lemme guess..."

"No guessing, you'll never get it. It's about you."

"Okay?"

"More to the point ... about you and mom."

"O...kaaay?"

"I was just thinking about your sleepwalking. You haven't always done it, we know that. But it definitely started after mom died, right?"

"Yeah. The ther****t suggested..."

"Screw her, she's an idiot."

"Language, honey."

"Whatevs. She just wants you to spend thousands of dollars on talking about your feelings -- we can do that ourselves. Which brings me to my question.

"Yes?"

"Like I said: don't freak out. I just wanna know ... did you and mom ... have a good sex life?"

I could see him blushing, clearly taken aback. I didn't fold, though. I sat still, eating, waiting for his answer. I wanted to know.

"Well, I... we... erhm..."

"Mhm?"

"Well, we were a young, married couple, so... you know... mhrm..."

"Go on." I said, letting him see that I wasn't letting this one go.

"Well if you must know, yes. Yes, we did. Why... why are you asking?"

"I was wondering if that's the kind of thing that could be the underlying cause of your nightly antics."

"Oh, I see!" he exclaimed, seemingly having believed I was asking about something else. I wondered what. "Ah, now... well... hm... Yes, that's interesting..."

"I read this article... Basically, it said that having sex is an important part of good mental health."

This was actually true, I just remembered. I had read something about that a while back and it suddenly popped into my head. Thanks, Cosmo. Or was it Scientific American? After all my studying recently, I couldn't even remember anymore where I got all that stuff in my head. My brain leapt at the opportunity, however, deflecting any notion he might have of where I got my curiosity from away from me and onto science.

"Seriously, I never see you with anyone, you don't go out on dates either..."

"What about Christine?"

"That was three years ago, dad."

"Oh. That long, huh?"

"Yeah. You hermit. I mean, I'm old enough now not to need a sitter either, so you can try to go on a date every now and again. Maybe ... you know... find a hot babe and get laid?"

"Sweetie, is this really a conversation ..."

"I've had sex, dad."

"Er... yes... right... You ... yes, when you and Mike... I suppose..."

"Come on, let's be adults about this. You're an attractive guy in your forties, I really think you should try to date someone. If you and mom had such a great sex life, maybe that's what's missing? Maybe if you just ... got off a bit more often, you'd stop walking in your sleep."

"I'm not sure it's that simple, sweetheart." he said and smiled sympathetically. "But thank you for your concern."

"Real talk, dad: I'm worried about you. If I'm going away next year, I won't be here to stop you from sleepwalking anymore. It would be great if we could solve this problem by then. I'd really hate it if you burned the house down."

The conversation died down as we finished our meal. I was going swimming with Becky and Rita later, so I needed to get going anyway. As I jogged up the stairs, I once again glanced at one of the photos of mom and dad. She really was gorgeous. That yellow dress too... it looked really good on her. Hadn't I seen that somewhere, actually? In a drawer or something? I went for a quick and discreet look in dad's drawers but didn't find anything. I guess it would have been a bit weird for a man to keep his deceased wife's dress in his drawers more than fifteen years after her passing. I was pretty sure I remembered it from somewhere, though. Leaving the matter for now, I took my backpack and left for my date with my friends.

I arrived home late. Tired. A good kind of tired, though. We had been out all day, hanging out in the park, going swimming in the swim team's pool, then we met some of the guys from school for a burger ... it was all very good fun. Took my mind off all the serious shit I'd been thinking about recently. When I came home, dad was already getting ready for bed and only then did I think to resume the search I had started earlier. Sometimes, if I just took my mind off a problem for a while, the solution would pop up on its own. Like when you can't remember the name of a song, if you just think about something else for a while, it comes back to you later.

I started digging my way into the back of the clos