An Itsy Bitsy Favor
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I didn't know what to do. It was as if my mind ceased working at that moment. Here I was, completely naked, in front of my daughter! And worse, she was staring right at my cock!
It took about fifteen seconds before my mind finally managed to grasp the situation. Then I suddenly grabbed the towel and threw it in front of me.
"I'm sorry," said Kimmy with a frightened expression on her face. "Please don't hit me."
"Hit you?" I asked, stunned. "I'm not..." Then I managed to gain control of myself. I slipped back inside the bathroom and closed the door, then wrapped the towel around my waist. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, then opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.
"Daddy..." said Kimmy sheepishly.
"Kimmy, I want to get something straight right now. I'm never going to hit you. Ever. No matter what you do."
"But Troy did it all the time."
"I'm not Troy," I told her. I crossed the room and sat down on the bed next to her. "Listen to me carefully. He did a lot of things to you that you didn't like, but it was never, ever your fault. It was his. You did absolutely nothing wrong."
"But I..." she stammered. "I wasn't a good girl. I tried to be, but sometimes I burned the food, or broke something, or didn't get good grades at school. I'm not good for anything."
"That's not true!" I exclaimed. "Honey, Troy was the one who wasn't good for anything. He was a worthless excuse for a human being. Do you know what worthless people do to make themselves feel better?"
"What?"
"They try to make everyone around them feel even worse than they do. It's the only way they can feel good about themselves. Whatever Troy said to you, it was a lie. You are a wonderful girl."
"But I've never been good at anything."
"You're good at brightening up my day," I said with a smile.
"Really?" she asked.
"Absolutely. Even if you accidentally walked in on me when I wasn't expecting you, I'm happy to see you."
Kimmy broke down into tears then, throwing her arms around me and sobbing into my chest. I hugged her, and leaned down to kiss her on the top of her head.
"Things are going to be different around here, honey," I told her. "You deserve so much better than the life you had before."
"But Mom said it was my fault that she was stuck in a trailer park with no job and a mean boyfriend."
"Don't you believe it, sweetheart," I insisted. "Kimmy, if anyone's to blame, it's me."
"You?" she asked.
"Yes. You didn't ask to be born to a thirteen-year-old single mother who didn't love you. I was the one who traded your happiness for a moment of pleasure. I don't know whether to hate myself for it or not, because if I hadn't, you wouldn't even exist. But the only thing that matters is that you're with me now, and I'm going to work my hardest to make it up to you. From now on I want you to have the life that you've been dreaming about, the life you've been denied for so long."
"Thank you, Daddy," she smiled, no longer in tears but still holding on to me.
We embraced like that for a few more minutes, then she finally let go.
"So what did you want to see me about?" I asked.
She pointed to my desk, where I noticed a tray with two plates of food on it. It looked like bacon, eggs, toast with jam, and orange juice.
"You brought me breakfast?" I asked, and she nodded.
"I wanted to do something nice for you," she explained, "to thank you for taking me in. And then I screwed it up and embarrassed you."
"Oh, don't let that bother you," I told her. "I'm touched, really. You're so sweet, Kimmy," I said, putting an arm around her shoulder and kissing her on the cheek. Her eyes lit up with delight at the gesture.
"There are two plates there," I commented. "I take it you haven't eaten yet?"
She shook her head.
"Then let's both have breakfast in bed," I smiled. Kimmy grinned, then hopped up and retrieved the tray. I took it from her as she climbed into the bed, pulling the blankets over her legs. I slipped my legs under them as well, then placed the tray on both our laps.
As it turned out, Kimmy was a great cook. The eggs were over easy, just the way I liked them, the bacon was nice and crispy, and the toast wasn't too dark or too light. She had even squeezed the oranges herself to make the juice. Although I knew I had a couple of cans of concentrate in the freezer, I could tell the difference.
I put my free arm around her shoulder as we ate, and she scooted right up against my chest. She kept looking at me and smiling throughout the meal, saying nothing but merely enjoying my presence. I had to admit that I enjoyed hers just as much. Never before had any girl been this affectionate with me, not even my girlfriend.
I was just thinking that I liked it, when a drop of jam from the toast fell onto my chest. Before I could even reach for the napkin, Kimmy giggled and leaned over, surprising me by licking it off.
I shuddered at the touch; that felt way too good, even sexy. Kimmy winked at me with a grin on her face, making me wonder just how innocent it had been. Had it been any other girl, I would say she had done it to flirt with me.
I was still staring at her when she grabbed my hand, which was sticky with the jam. She raised it to her lips, then sucked the index finger into her mouth. The sight of her gazing and smiling at me as she sucked on my finger was almost too much, especially with the stimulation of her tongue on my fingertip. I felt myself starting to get hard, fortunately under the covers where she couldn't see it.
She took each of my fingers into her mouth in turn, never breaking eye contact with me. It was such a sexy gesture, I couldn't believe it. Of course, there was nothing overtly sexual about it; it was affectionate, a little intimate even. Of course, that could be said about just about everything she had said and done up to this point. Was she really flirting with me, or was it just simple affection between father and daughter?
"Now it's your turn," she grinned, releasing my hand and bringing hers up to my face.
For a moment I hesitated. I didn't know what to do. I had never been in the habit of licking other people's fingers; up to this point the idea would have seemed abhorrent. But it was different with Kimmy.
I slipped her index finger into my mouth and sucked on it. Kimmy giggled at the sensation. I had to admit, she tasted good. Or at the very least, the feel of her finger in my mouth was very pleasant. I followed her example, working on each finger one at a time. When I was done, though, I finished by kissing the back of her hand.
"Looks like we have no need for napkins," she joked, and I smiled.
A few minutes later we finished our breakfast, so I took the tray over to the desk. As I did so, Kimmy slid down beneath the covers and lay her head on the pillow.
"Can we go back to bed for a few minutes?" she asked.
"My, you're lazy," I teased.
"I just like sleeping with you," she replied.
I couldn't argue with that; I felt exactly the same way about her. However, there was the issue of our attire. We both wore only towels.
"Maybe you'd better go get some clothes on first," I told her.
"But then I would have to be away from you for a few minutes," she complained.
I chuckled. Well, I really did want to get back into bed with her, especially if she were willing to cuddle up next to me and rest her head again on my chest, this time with no shirt to separate me from her soft, delicate cheek.
By the time I made up my mind, I had already subconsciously crossed the room. I lifted up the blankets and climbed into bed.
Just like I had fantasized, Kimmy rolled over, put an arm across me and laid her head down on my chest. It felt ten times better than I had imagined. I sighed and closed my eyes, planning to just lie there for a few minutes and then get up.
I don't know how long I had been asleep, but something had changed. I could feel a different sensation, but through my half-asleep state I didn't know what it was. All I knew was that it felt very nice. I lay there for a while with this wonderful feeling all over my body, not wanting to move for fear of losing it.
Consciousness slowly returned, and I opened my eyes. Fortunately the feeling did not go away, and I smiled as I stared up at the ceiling, letting the grogginess slip away. Then I glanced down, and nearly gasped.
Kimmy had climbed completely on top of me, her tiny little body lying against my chest. That would have been fine except that somehow, both of our towels had come undone, and the wonderful feeling was the warmth and softness of her nude body pressed against my own!
She continued to sleep peacefully, a cute little half-smile on her lips and her cheek resting against my chest. Under normal circumstances, I loved to watch her sleep, but these were far from normal circumstances. I could feel every inch of her, from the ticklish softness of her hair to her smooth and hairless legs. I felt her delicately soft cheek, the tiny swelling of her underdeveloped breasts and the smooth, nearly hairless mound of her thigh, mere inches from my cock.
As I thought about it, I felt myself going hard. My cock began to swell, slipping up between her legs. By now I was at a near panic, wondering what I should do. Should I wake her up and tell her to get off of me? Should I lie here and pretend to be asleep so that once she woke she could put her towel back on without embarrassment?
It was already too late to hide my erection. Whatever happened, she would know that I was aroused. But maybe if I lay here and tried to think of something else, it would go down again. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something, anything, but the feel of her nubile young teenage body. It didn't work.
She stirred, and I froze up, terrified. What if she woke right now? What if she felt my hardened member between her legs and thought I was trying to molest her like Troy had done? How could I ever look her in the eyes again?
Kimmy yawned, and I knew it was too late. I kept my eyes closed, hoping that she would think I was still asleep. Even a feeble excuse like claiming I was aroused because of an erotic dream might be able to save the situation. There would be a few moments of embarrassment, but no permanent harm done.
She began to move, leaving me with no doubt that she was awake. Any second now I expected her to scream, or cry, or even hit me, as soon as she realized what was going on.
"Daddy?" she asked quietly.
Reflexively, I opened my eyes. Instead of a hurt, confused, or angry look on her face, I saw only that same loving smile that she had worn almost constantly since I met her.
She leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she grinned.
I couldn't believe it! Somehow being naked with me didn't bother her at all. What was she thinking? How could she not be embarrassed about our predicament?
Actually, I was the one who was embarrassed. In order to mask my shame, I decided to continue to pretend that I had been asleep until she woke up.
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