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 Title: Daddy's Valentine


Summary: Barely legal Alexis slowly seduces Daddy into hot sex!


Keywords: inc,fic





   Daddy had withheld the full story behind her mother until Alexis's
eighteenth birthday when he had told the story about getting a stripper
pregnant, a rushed wedding between two people too young to know better, and
how hard he had tried to make it work.  Shortly after Alexis had turned 6,
her mother had walked out on both of them, relinquished all rights to her,
and dropped off the face of the Earth.  The word "Mother" meant nothing
more to Alexis than "the egg donor."

   Daddy had saved lots of little things for after she was a legal adult,
like swearing.  She remembered the first time she had let a swear word slip
in front of him and the disapproving look on his face.  "I'm sure you use
those words with your friends.  But, around me, let's hold off swearing
until you're an adult."

   On her eighteenth birthday, Alexis had walked into the kitchen and
asked, "Guess who's a fucking adult?"

   "I don't fucking know, who?" Daddy had laughed, acknowledging her new
status.

   Alexis had grown up overhearing the disapproving snickers about her
dad's dating habits made by bitchy moms whispering in low tones among
themselves.  Daddy preferred his women young and slutty.  She's just like
that stripper that left him.  Or, When is he going to find an age
appropriate girlfriend?  Daddy never brought his girlfriends home and never
talked about them to Alexis.

   Alexis liked the way their relationship had changed since her last
birthday.  The first time she had made him hard happened later that week.
For whatever reason, she had jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around
his narrow waist and began peppering his face with playful kisses.

   "Aren't you getting a bit old for big hugs like that?" he had asked.  "I
mean, you're an adult now."

   "Oh Daddy, I'll always be your girl!" she had said.

   He had held her by her asscheeks before slipping his hands to her waist
instead, as if there could be something wrong holding her butt.  As she had
bounced, giggling and playing, she had realized Daddy was having an extra
reaction to her burst of affection.

   There was no denying what she had felt and saw, Daddy had gotten hard.
She had MADE Daddy hard and a very big idea had begun growing inside her as
a very tiny seed.

   Alexis experimented and played with her new, secret knowledge for three
months.  Now that she was a woman, her hugs and kisses had a different
effect on Daddy, an extra effect.  She kept the knowledge to herself,
teasing him when she could and enjoying his reaction.  She never realized
what she was doing to herself until it was too late.

   She had been sitting on Daddy's lap, squirming and giggling in a not so
innocent way, feeling him getting hard and finding it funny.  After he had
pushed her away, she went up to her room, feeling a lustful, needy buzz of
her own.  Hidden in her room with her bedroom door shut and locked, she got
naked and laid on her bed.

   Alexis allowed her imagination to roam.  She thought about the other
boys she had known, searching for the fantasy that would fit her thrill. 
She ran a hand over her pert, teacup sized breasts, teasing her nipples
stiff.  Sometimes, she would catch Daddy looking at her chest and if she
glanced down, she would find her nipples were hard.

   "Do you like that, Daddy?" she whispered to her ceiling, giggling at
being naughty.  She knew good girls didn't tease their Daddy and laugh
about making them hard.  She slipped a hand across her flat stomach and
past her belly button until she was touching her soft, smoothly shaved
pussy.  Daddy had gotten so hard!  She giggled again as she slipped a
single finger between her lips and felt the warm slippery wetness of her
excitement growing.

   At least Daddy feels big, she thought, comparing the feel of his aching
hard-on pressing against her to her last boyfriend's much smaller dick. 
Daddy looked big, too.  She had seen his hard-on straining inside his pants
after teasing him.  She slipped two fingers inside her wet pussy and then
three.  Was that how a big cock like Daddy's would feel?  Oh fuck, that
felt good.

   Daddy was a big man, strong and powerful.  He had thick fingers, didn't
that mean his cock would be thick, too?  Alexis tried pushing away the idea
as she fingered her barely legal pussy, eagerly squirming against her three
fingers.  She felt so wet, slippery, and hot.

   Daddy worked out a lot.  He had big biceps and a big chest.  When he had
gotten tired of her squirming on his lap, he had easily picked her up and
set her to the side while crossing his legs to hide his hard-on.  Alexis
liked how his big arms felt.  She liked pressing her chest against his
strong chest and seeing his narrow ass squeezed into jeans or tight workout
shorts.

   How would it feel pressing her bare chest against his?  She felt a
shiver of pleasure surging through her before pushing away the thought. 
Good girls didn't think about their Daddy's big, strong chest and imagine
pressing their tiny titties against him.  Damn, her pussy felt wet.  She
pulled on one of her hard nipples, wondering how Daddy's fat fingers would
feel doing that.  Would he be rough or tender?

   "Fuck," she gasped as she felt her orgasm drawing closer.  She needed to
stop thinking about Daddy but her imagination wouldn't let him go.  She
imagined his big, veiny cock deep inside her tiny pussy, filling her,
splitting and splaying her in ways lesser men couldn't.  His big hands on
her tiny tittes, rough fingertips softly caressing her tender, needful
nipples.  Another gasp escaped as she imagined him over her, on top of her,
looking down at her while he filled her with his big, hard cock.

   Shuddering and groaning with pleasure, Alexis clutched her body as she
experienced an orgasm bigger and more fulfilling that she wanted to admit.
Shame filled her.  She felt like a very bad girl.  Daddy had raised her to
act like a good girl, but she knew she was only a good girl on the outside.
She had always been a very bad girl, fingering and fucking her pussy with
everything she could find for longer than she would ever admit.  On the
inside, she had never felt like a good girl.

   A lifetime of sports and dance lessons had given her a lean, sculpted
body at the expense of having boobs.  Daddy had also raised her to be
smart, fast, and pretty.  His advice still rang in her ears.  "Never be
afraid of being the smartest and prettiest person in the room." Daddy made
sure Alexis maintained straight A's in school with a combination of helping
her study and rewarding her successes.

   So much advice from the one man who would always love her.  He had
answers to all of her questions and no question was out-of-bounds or
off-limits, even the ones she didn't know to ask.  "Men, and I mean all
men, only want to get into your panties," was his dating advice and by
eighteen, Alexis had dated enough to know that was true.  Thinking back on
a lifetime spent with this man, she realized his advice had always been
timely and age appropriate.

   Becoming an adult had changed things between them.  Daddy didn't hold
back on his swear words anymore, particularly when commenting on her
outfit. "You know your ass is hanging out the back of those shorts?" he had
asked when she popped downstairs in a skimpy pair of shorts.

   "Enjoying the view?" she had teased, never letting him know that maybe
she was showing off on purpose.

   "If I'm noticing, so will every other guy," he had grumbled.

   Naked on her bed, filled with an odd mix of shame and growing excitement
over what she had just done, Alexis wondered about her Dad.  Did he ever
think about her when he was jerking off?  She already knew only a trim,
fit, attractive woman could turn his head for a second glance.  Women like
her.

   Her fingers began moving between her legs again as she imagined Daddy's
need.  Did he ever think about her like that?  Had he ever jerked off
because of something she had done?  Could he see her in "that" way?  She
imagined him caressing his big, hard cock, fighting against the reason why.
Did he imagine touching her perfect little titties and wonder how her tiny
pussy might feel wrapped around his hard, needful cock?  She came again,
feeling bad, very bad and feeling very bad felt very good.

   Alexis couldn't shake the odd mix of shame and thrill she felt knowing
she could excite her Dad.  The idea clung to her, daring her to keep doing
it.

   Before dinner, she pulled on a cropped top tank top that showed off her
flat, muscular stomach and purposely neglected to wear a sports bra beneath
it.  Beneath it, she wore painted on yoga pants that were nearly
transparent as she helped set the table.  Daddy's eyes tracking her every
move.  Leaning over the table to show off her ass to him, she watched in
the mirror above the sideboard, catching him checking out her ass.

   During dinner, she announced, "None of the other moms like the girls you
date," revealing a secret she had held on to for years.

   "None of the other moms were ever as hot as the women I date," he
smirked.

   "Why haven't you ever gotten serious with one of them?"

   "I don't date the kind of girl you get serious with," he revealed, his
smirk growing into a smile as he watched her wrestling with his answer.

   "So, you're saying you've been a man-whore all your life?"

   "Probably," he answered without concern or embarrassment as he shoveled
a spoonful of peas into his mouth.

   "Why can't I remember you going out?"

   "Because it was never your business and it was more important to be home
for you."

   "Don't you get lonely?" she asked.  He shrugged.  Pushing the
conversation into adult-speak, Alexis rephrased the question.  "Don't you
get horny?"

   "Daddy's are men, too."

   "What's that mean?" she asked.  Daddy rolled his eyes and didn't answer.
Finally, she realized he meant jerking off.  "Yeah, girls do that, too."
The surprised and startled look on his face turned her giggle into a laugh.


   "Maybe I don't need to hear about that from my daughter," he said,
fighting off a smile and a grimace.

   "Would you rather I was fucking every guy who ever checked out my ass?"

   "No," he said as his face turned pink.

   "Wait, are you blushing?"

   "No," he insisted, picking up his plate and retreating to the kitchen.
"I'm a grown man.  I think I can handle knowing my daughter sometimes
touches herself."

   "More than sometimes," she murmured, feeling her face blossoming into a
blush of her own.  If Daddy had heard, he didn't react.  He was already
washing dishes and it was her turn to dry.  She wrapped her arms around his
waist, pressing her chest against his strong back and hugging him tight. 
"I'm glad we can talk about anything."

   What he said next made her believe he had heard her murmured words. 
"Get your work done, pervert."

   "Like father like daughter," she said, picking up the dish towel and
standing alongside of him.

   "God, I hope not," he groaned, shooting her a smile.

   That night, Daddy visited her imagination a second time as Alexis laid
on her bed with her fingers furiously caressing the tiny bud of her aching
clitoris.  Her fevered brain conjured up images of Daddy jerking off.  She
imagined him caressing his big, long, hard cock, tugging and pulling on it
while he surely thought about her.  Then her imagination placed him at the
foot of her bed, stroking his hard cock while watching her.  She imagined
the desperate, frustrated look on his face as his hard, man-sized cock
ached for relief.  She imagined him crawling on top of her, positioning his
big dick against her tiny wet pussy before she came.

   Hugging herself, Alexis groaned with shame as she fought off the
lingering mental images still burning in her mind's eye like the red dot
that lingers after a flash photograph.  What was wrong with her?  She
shouldn't be fantasizing about her father, should she?  She cradled her
pussy, still pressing an eager finger against her clit, hating how that
tiny, sensitive bud betrayed her.

   She thought about how she had dressed for dinner, purposely dressing
like an athletic slut in her tight tanktop and no bra.  She thought about
how Daddy's eyes had lingered on her upturned ass as she adjusted plates
that hadn't needed adjusting.  Her finger began moving again, lightly
caressing her clit until her imagination had her leaning naked across the
table, poking her bare ass at him and looking over her shoulder.  She came
again for him, for Daddy, for the man who had loved her first.

   She rolled over, trying to find sleep while when an impossible thought
came to mind: Could Daddy ever want her, too?  A soft groan escaped her
lips.  Why was she even thinking about that?  Daddy's didn't love their
daughters that way, did they?  And why couldn't they?  Why couldn't a fully
grown woman want a fully grown man?  Where was the harm?  She fell asleep
barely aware how her imagination began to consider the impossible.

   "Goals are meaningless if you don't have a plan to reach them," Daddy
had taught Alexis.  His coaching had been a lifelong experience.  "Have
both a goal AND a plan.  That's how you get what you want."

   If she wanted Daddy to make love to her, she needed him to see her as
sexually interested.  But is that what she wanted?  Did she really want
Daddy to make love to her?  Alexis spent a week in a funk, unable to shake
idea.  She would find herself staring at his tight ass and wonder how it
might feel in her hands.  She would notice his full lips and wonder how he
kissed.  She would hug him, pressing her petite body against him, and
wonder how it would feel if they weren't wearing clothes and her breasts
were against his big, muscular chest.

   All of her sexy thoughts were made worse as she noticed how good he was
to her, always.  Every night, he cooked dinner for both of them.  Alexis
didn't drive.  The very idea scared her.  If she needed a ride somewhere,
he would provide it without complaint.  If she forgot to make her bed in
the morning, he somehow found the time to make it before he left for work.
If they watched a scary movie together, she could always climb into his lap
and he would keep her safe.  And when she giggled because the scare was
over, he'd chuckle with her.

   Trying to break her funk, she entertained the idea, starting with
setting her goal: make love to Daddy.  Of course, having a goal meant
having a completion date.  She arbitrarily choose Valentine's Day.  But
what would it take to make that happen?  Flirting with Daddy wasn't going
to be enough because she had done that all of her life.  She would need
Daddy to know she was a real woman and could treat him like a real man
before anything could happen between them.  That put her in the research
phase.  Somehow, she had to figure out what Daddy like most in a woman.

   She waited until he was asleep in his bedroom before creeping
downstairs. She opened his laptop and began by searching his internet
history.  That's how she found his Tumblr blog.

   His blog didn't include any postings, but he had followed lots of other
people whose microblog included naked pictures of hot young women, petites
and barely legal teens, all posing and smiling for the camera while they
sucked on big dicks, fingered tight little pussies, or just showed off
amazing bodies.  Alexis recognized how similar those anonymous women were
to the gym bunnies Daddy preferred and to her.

   Back in her room, she started her own Tumblr account.  She fished around
the site for a while, exploring how it worked.  She saw how following
someone added that person to her Tumblr feed and showed their posts on her
homepage.  She spent days exploring and testing different hypotheses until
she understood.  Then she compared her findings to how Daddy used his
account.  He used the "favorites" button from time to time, but never
posted anything.

   Alexis was careful with her first posting.  She posed against a neutral,
blank spot on her bedroom walls.  She took several pictures with her phone
and then loaded them on her computer before uploading them.  She inspected
each photograph carefully for identifying hints.  She scrubbed all the
identifying information from the picture's EXIF information.

   Satisfied that she was as anonymous as any mouse, she posted a rather
tame photograph of her holding a hand across both breasts.  The picture
hinted at more without showing a thing.  Now she needed to make sure Daddy
saw it.  She followed a couple of names of microbloggers who had appeared
on Daddy's list, too.  One of them followed her back and reblogged her
photograph.  From there, others found her pic and some of them reblogged
it, too.

   By the time she got home from school the next day, her picture had
spread to several blogs.  More importantly, she was convinced it would show
up on Daddy's feed.  Would he recognize her?  She waited a week before
posting another pic, plenty of time for Daddy to see and react to her
picture.  Without knowing if he had seen it, she couldn't tell if he had
enjoyed it without recognizing her.  Perhaps it had gotten buried in his
newsfeed?

   She needed to make sure her pics would be there waiting for him.  She
posted again and again, every day for nearly two weeks until her blog
gained followers, people who wanted to catch her pictures directly from
their source instead of waiting for someone else to reblog them.  After two
weeks of daily posting new pictures of her body parts, she saw a familiar
name appearing as one of her followers.  The anonymous screen name belonged
to her father.  He had seen her and, since he hadn't called her out on it,
she knew he never suspected that was his daughter showing off her goods to
the entire world.

   Alexis knew she needed to do more than post anonymous pictures of her
naked body.  Still, it was an important first step.  Daddy had liked her
pictures enough to follow her, did that mean he was jerking off to her
images?  Imagining Daddy stroking his long, hard cock while admiring
pictures of her naughty bits tugged at Alexis's libido.

   Filled with shame and secret lust, she furiously rubbed her bare pussy,
climaxing again and again as she imagined seeing her dad naked and so
needy. She imagined him in lust with her, climaxed again, and yet still
felt empty.  What was wrong with her?  How could one idea both excite and
frustrate her?  Why did she want this?  Because Daddy was strong, fit, and
handsome?  That didn't make sense because all of Alexis's boyfriends had
fit that description.

   This is so wrong, she whispered to herself, felt a pleasant shiver surge
through her, and knew she had found part of her answer.  Daddy was the one
man she shouldn't have.  He was the forbidden fruit that drove her sex
drive into overdrive.  Could she make him want her, too?

   Daddy working late or Alexis having an after school event meant they
sometimes missed dinner together, but they always had breakfast together.
Over the years that breakfast had turned into sharing two cups of coffee
before starting their day.  Although he showered before heading downstairs,
Daddy always wore baggy sleep pants and a t-shirt to breakfast.  Alexis
would toss on an oversized t-shirt (and panties, if she had slept in the
nude) and nothing more.

   Once she committed to her plan, she stopped wearing panties.  Her
oversized t-shirts hung too low to show anything, even when she reached
into the cupboard for her coffee cup.  Still, Daddy politely called her on
it.  He asked why she never wore the bathrobe he had gotten her for
Christmas.  "Maybe you're too old to parade around in just a t-shirt," he
said, suggesting he had noticed her lack of panties.

   The next morning, she wore the bathrobe with nothing beneath it.  After
climbing up on her barstool next to Daddy, she made sure the top draped
open, exposing her titties.

   "You might want to make an adjustment," Dad mumbled.  He had noticed.

   "Adjust what?" she asked as innocently as she could.

   "I can see inside your robe."

   "Enjoying the view?" she asked without making a change.

   "I'm still a man," he reminded her in that lower pitched, gravelly tone
he sometimes had.  Alexis adjusted her robe.  It lasted as long as first
cup of coffee.  When she returned with her second cup, she made sure she
had the same problem.  "When I bought that robe, I thought you'd wear it
over your t-shirt."

   "We're both grown-ups," she said, patting on him on the knee.  "Does it
really matter?" She allowed her hand to linger on leg.

   "Maybe," he said, getting up and standing on the other side of the
counter.  From the change inside his loose fitting sleep pants, she
understood why he moved.  He had liked what he saw.  The next morning she
went back to wearing her oversized t-shirts without panties.  He didn't
complain.

   Alexis was beside herself with lust for this man she had called father
all these years.  It still felt wrong wanting him as deeply as she did, but
she couldn't help herself.  It was all she could do to keep her hands off
of him in the grocery store and letting the entire world know how much she
loved him.  As they walked down the aisle shampoo, shaving, and soap aisle,
Daddy grabbed a bottle of unscented hand lotion and tossed it into the
cart.

   "What's the lotion for?" she asked with a knowing smirk on her face.

   "It's personal," he grimaced, a faint blush pinking his strong cheeks.

   "Uh-huh," she giggled.  "And so is this," she said, picking up a package
of razors and shaving cream.  "I hate feeling prickly." Daddy's blush
deepened as he pushed the cart towards the end of the aisle.  She snagged a
tube of lubricant and chased after him.  She tossed the lube next to her
razors.

   "I don't want to know," he said before she could say anything.

   "The new one is bigger than I thought," she whispered before giving him
a playful peck on the cheek.

   "New boyfriend?" he asked, immediately looking as if he wished he
hadn't.

   "New toy," she giggled, giving his big bicep a squeeze.

   "Jesus," Daddy swore, looking very perplexed.  He shook his head, but he
smirked, too.  "We might need to have a conversation about being adults."

   "Promise?" she asked, already knowing how she wanted the conversation to
go.  Valentine's Day was approaching too fast.

   Later that night, Alexis worked on a new post for her Tumblr account. 
She leaned against her bedroom wall, carefully arranged her blue,
translucent dildo between her bent knees and made sure the tube of store
brand lubricant showed inside the picture.  Holding her camera phone up and
away, it took several tries before she got the picture she wanted to keep.
After studying the extra pictures she had taken, she posted the one that
showed the tip of that pretty blue toy just inside her pussy.  She didn't
want Daddy to worry about her being able to handle something big.

   Monday morning, signaled less than a week before Valentine's Day. 
Needing him to start putting two and two together, she purposely left her
big, blue dildo on her bed, carefully covering it up with her blankets so
it wasn't too obvious.  She left her door open before heading to school as
if she hadn't taken the time to make her bed.  Sometimes, Daddy would make
her bed for her.  She sat through the her school day fighting off the urge
to squirm as she wondered if today was one of those days.

   After school, her room looked exactly as she had left it and she felt
disappointed.  She knew men weren't made for picking up hints.  Guys needed
to be hit over the head before they recognized the obvious.  She had
thought the combination of the picture she had posted and the toy she had
left poking out of her covers was a damn obvious hint.  But if Daddy had
only noticed one, he might not take the hint.

   Tuesday, she repeated the same idea, purposely leaving her bed unmade
and her toy visible on the bed.  She added the tube of lubricant to her
nightstand.  When she got home, her bedroom looked exactly the same except
for one tiny detail.  She had left her door wide open but when she had
returned from school, her door was pulled shut.  Daddy HAD been in her
room, or, at least as far as her door.  Had he stepped inside?  Had he
noticed her toy discretely poking out from beneath her covers or the lube
on the nightstand?

   She began nervously pacing the floor of her room, second guessing every
decision she had made.  Had she gone too far?  Had she become too obvious,
too soon?  Could he ever want her in the same she wanted him?  Had she
ruined their relationship?

   She couldn't stand it.  Her mind was moving at lightspeed.  She pulled
on her running clothes and hit the streets.  She couldn't run away from her
fears, Daddy had taught her better than that.  Fears were to be faced and
stared down into submission, just like aggressive dogs threatening to ruin
a good run.  She pumped her strong thighs harder and faster, determined to
stay ahead of her worries.

   Sweat dripped from her trim body as she hit the front door a second time
that afternoon.  It was nearly dark and Daddy would be home.  She saw him
in the kitchen as she jogged upstairs for a shower.  Naked beneath the hot
spray of water she caressed her pussy, feeling its smoothness and satisfied
that she didn't need to rake a razor across that sensitive flesh yet.

   After finishing her shower, she stepped back into her room.  Her door
was still ajar when she dropped her towel.  It felt like a bold move.  What
if Daddy came upstairs to let her know it was time for supper?  She bent
over and rummaged through her drawers for clothes to wear to dinner.  If he
had seen her picture and her toy and put things together. . .  She put on a
tight tanktop without a bra and shorty shorts without panties.  Fuck fear.

   "Have a good run?" Daddy asked, bringing his signature grilled veggie
burgers to the table.  They ate wholesome and well in their house, they
always had.

   "Still chilly," she said, watching him carefully.  "How was work?"

   "Same ol', same ol'," he said with a smile and a dismissive shrug. 
Alexis smiled back while silently release a sigh of relief.  If he had seen
her Tumblr post, he hadn't equated it with the same toy resting on her bed
all day.  It wasn't until they stood side-by-side doing the dishes that
Daddy began a difficult conversation.  "There is something I want to talk
to you about," he began.

   "Oh yeah, what's up?" she asked, sounding as nonchalant as possible
while she felt her stomach tighten up, sure he was going to say something
about her Tumblr account.  She held her breath and waited, focused on not
dropping the dish she was drying.

   "It's sort of awkward," Daddy hedged as a cloud passed across his face
as if he was struggling with his words.  It wasn't often Alexis had seen
him wear that expression and she braced herself for the worse.  "Remember
when we were grocery shopping and I said we needed to have a talk about
being adults?"

   Alexis released her breath as a sigh, relieved that's all it was.  Daddy
didn't seem to notice.  Instead, he looked really uncomfortable.  Alexis
put down her towel and hugged him.  "Hey, it's okay.  We talk about
everything, remember?" Holding him close reminded her that she still had a
secret, one he wouldn't discover until Valentine's Day.

   "You didn't make your bed this morning," he said, pausing after he said
the words as if hoping she might finish for him.  She held on to him,
smiling behind his back and waiting.  "So, I went into your room to do it
for you and, um, I didn't.  Can you guess why?"

   "Because I left something behind?" she asked, biting back the giggle
building inside of her.  Daddy felt stiff in her arms.  Not down there. 
She hadn't tried touching him down there yet, not directly.  He just felt
tense.

   "Honey, it's okay that you have something like that.  I mean, you're an
adult now and I think I've done a good job at treating you as one, haven't
I?"

   "A fucking great job," she said, allowing her giggle to show because of
her language.

   "It's just that seeing something like that. . ." he said before stopping
and taking a second stab at expressing himself.  "I mean, knowing you have
a toy like that. . ." he tried before stopping and releasing a mighty sigh
of his own.  "It's hard."

   "Is it?" she asked, giggling again while fighting to keep her arms
around his stomach and chest instead of reaching down to see if he meant
"hard" in more ways than one.

   "Stop it," he laughed, picking up on her game.  "I'm trying to be
serious here." He still sounded nervous, out of his element, and Alexis
liked that.

   Alexis knew she couldn't let this moment pass without pushing them
closer to her goal.  This was the kind of opportunity she had been waiting
for.  "Does it bother you to know I play with myself?" she asked, feeling
herself blushing and glad she was still hidden behind him.

   "A little."

   "Care to talk about your hand lotion?" she chuckled, knowing she was
putting him on the spot.

   "Not especially," he groaned.  "It's just that, we're father and
daughter, you know?  Maybe there's some things we should keep private,
okay?"

   "But I thought we could talk about anything?" she said, playfully
pouting.  She was being purposely petulant and knew it, but did Daddy?

   "We can," he said, still not turning around or peeling her arms from
around him.  Alexis began to wonder if there was a reason why he wasn't
moving as she noticed how he was standing.  He wasn't just rigid and tense,
he was also pressing tightly against the sink as if he had something to
hide.  "But don't you think some things are really personal and private?"

   "It's okay if you get horny sometimes, Daddy," she cooed.  "LIke you
always say, you're still a man, right?  And I know guys get horny and
jerk-off.  So do girls."

   "But I don't need to know that's what you're doing," he said, sounding
more frustrated than ever.

   "I didn't announce it.  I didn't say 'Hey, I'm heading upstairs to fuck
my toy,' did I?"

   "Jesus," he groaned.

   "But so what if I did?  I mean, it's okay for me to be sexual even if I
don't have a boyfriend, isn't it?"

   "I don't need to know, though."

   "That's why I didn't tell you."

   "But. . .," he said before stopping and giving up.  She could hear and
feel the change.  "I guess you're right.  I mean, what you do to yourself
in your room is up to you, right?"

   "I love you, Daddy," she said, squeezing him tight.

   "I love you, too," he replied in that automatic way that a parent
returns that little nicety.  If her plan worked, in a few more days, that
would change.

   She kissed his back.  "Can I ask you a question?"

   "Maybe you can dry some dishes, too?" he suggested, pulling the stopper
on his side.  "I'm done washing."

   Reluctantly, Alexis moved to her side of the sink.  She didn't want to
let go of him and couldn't wait for the day when she wouldn't have to.  He
turned away as soon as she stepped back to his side and she noticed how he
turned his back to her.  Was he rejecting her?  "Don't you want to hear my
question?" she asked as he retreated from the kitchen.  She ran water over
the small stack of dishes on her side of the sink, rinsing before drying.

   "Yes," he said from the other side of the breakfast bar, as if hiding
from her.  He offered her a worried looking smile.

   "It's stupid," she said, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed.  Her
original question got caught in her throat as too outrageous, too far over
the line to say out loud.

   "Ask me," he said in that dry, flat, urging way he had.  She smiled. 
They had played this game before when she had a difficult question that
couldn't quite pass her lips, like when she almost a grown-up and had asked
about her egg donor or a boy had hurt her feelings and Daddy was the only
boy she knew who wouldn't lie to her.

   Do you ever think about me when you're jerking off?  was the question
she couldn't ask.  No way.  It was too far over the line, too soon.  She
needed a second question, anything that felt revealing without being THAT
question.  "It's really bad," she said in a small voice, buying time while
her quick mind searched for a substitute question, comment, or phrase.

   "Anything," Daddy insisted as he always had and she found her answer,
her safer comment.

   "I wanted you to find my toy," she said, too embarrassed with her
revelation to look at him.  She felt her face heating up and could only
imagine how red-faced she had become.  But she also felt her nipples swell
and her pussy ache with need, even as her stomach did flip-flops. 
Valentine Day was so close and knew she had to keep pushing.

   "Why?" he gasped, sound very un-Dad-like.

   "So you would know I'm a grown-up," she said, forcing herself to turn
towards him, not caring if he saw her red face or swollen nipples.  Daddy's
eyes were wide with panic or fear, she didn't know which because she had
seen that expression on his face.  He looked as if he wanted to say
something but his mouth couldn't make words, only the motion of opening and
closing.

   He forced a smile, "Duly noted."

   "And it's okay if you know what I like to do in my room by myself," she
blurted out, feeling on a roll.  "I like you knowing."

   "Why?" he asked again, looking very confused and worried.

   "I don't know, it's sort of sexy," Alexis said, affecting a flirting,
casual smile.

   "Daddy's shouldn't know when their daughters, um, do that," he said
looking very tense.

   "I don't want to be like other Daddys and daughters.  We're special."

   "We're not that special," he dismissed.

   "Yes, we are," she with a flat, no-nonsense tone.  She gazed up and down
at him as if she could see through the breakfast bar, as if she could see
what he might be hiding behind that countertop and peninsula shaped section
of cabinets before turning back to her dishes.

   She felt hot and flushed, as if she had just finished another long run.
Her heart slammed against the inside of her chest as if it could make her
breasts vibrate from the inside out.  She couldn't hold in the tiny squirm
she felt and shook her ass as if doing the "I have to pee" dance, except
she needed to do something much more fun with her body than pee.  She wore
a small smile as she felt her plan coming together.  Victory would be hers.

   Daddy sat without speaking for a long moment.  She couldn't imagine his
thoughts but she did imagine his eyes hot on her backside, studying her
firm, bubble butt sculpted and on display inside the second skin of her
yoga pants She imagined him noticing her waist and maybe remembering how
her firm breasts had felt pressing against his back.  More importantly, he
didn't deny they might be special.  "I think Sportscenter is on," was all
he said before leaving her to finish the dishes.

   After finishing the dishes, she joined him, flopping down on the couch
as if nothing had changed between them.  "The best thing they can do is
trade one of those morons," she said, commenting on Sportscenter.

   "You're probably right," Daddy said, sounding like Daddy again as he
pointed out some of the finer points about the game.  Alexis liked hanging
out with Dad.  She liked hearing his thoughts and opinions.  She couldn't
wait until they could hang-out in more ways than one.

   A couple hours passed without any obvious flirting until Alexis stood,
made a show of stretching, and caught Daddy's eyes drinking in the sight of
her lithe, petite body.  "Guess what I'm going to go do," she challenged
with a playful grin.

   "I'd rather not," Daddy said, rolling his eyes.

   "I'm going to study," she said, climbing into his lap.  She faced him,
straddling his legs, and hugged him.  "Then I'm going to go to bed early."
She sat on him and fought the urge to wiggle or squirm.  "Want to know why
I'm going to go to bed early?"

   "Probably not," he said, still looking concerned.

   "Because I have a test tomorrow," she told him, running her fingers
through his hair.  "What did you think I was going to say?"

   "No idea," he said and they both knew he was lying.

   Bouncing around on his lap, she leaned back and feigned a shocked look
as she called him out.  "You thought I was heading to bed so I could play
with myself, didn't you?" He gave her an uncomfortable looking shrug. 
"Pervert," she cried, laughing and giggling at him.  "I think you owe me an
apology."

   "Sorry," he mumbled, clearly not trusting her.

   "I always study before I play with myself.  Should I leave my door
open?"

   "No!" Daddy panicked, looking shocked.

   "I mean so you could see that I was studying," she lied.  "Touchy,
aren't we?" She leaned over, hands on his strong shoulders and looked him
straight in the eyes.  "I love you, Daddy."

   "I love you, too," he said, still looking wary.

   She kissed his cheek, smiled, and pushed away, guessing she had pushed
things as far as she could that night.  Daddy looked confused.  "Enjoy your
lotion," she said as she walked away.

   Back in her room, Alexis knew she needed to post a pic before studying.
She needed to post a pic before Daddy got in front of his computer.  She
wouldn't risk her anonymity towards the whole world, just one important
follower.  She pulled on a pair of blue panties and a t-shirt she could
wear to breakfast in the morning.  Pushing a hand inside her panties,
cupping her wet pussy, she took a picture that showed her comforter, too.
No one else would ever guess it was her.  She posted the pic before
stretching on her bed to ease the need created from teasing Daddy.  She
imagined him with her, wanting her, and it felt so good.

   The oversized t-shirt she wore to breakfast was a bit shorter than the
ones she usually wore.  More importantly, it was the same pink t-shirt she
wore in the pictures she had posted last night.  She slipped on her blue
panties, too.  On bare feet, she padded past him on her way to the
coffeemaker.  "Good morning," she sang as she reached into the cupboard for
a cup.  The motion pulled her t-shirt up and exposed her panties, blue
panties Daddy should recognize.

   "Shit!" Daddy cried out, spilling his coffee.  "Fuck!" he cried out
again, jumping up and dashing out of the room.  He returned a couple
minutes later in a new pair of sleep pants.

   "You okay?"

   "Just burnt my leg when I spilled my coffee," he said, barely looking at
her.

   "Aw, poor baby," she said, hugging him from behind and pressing her tits
against his back.  "Is it bad?" She tried caressing his thigh.

   "I'll live," he said, pushing her hand away.

   "I could kiss it and make it better," she offered, nibbling on his ear.

   "Cut it out," he laughed, pulling his head away from her.  "What's
gotten into you lately?"

   "Nothing," she giggled, again sliding her hand up his thigh.  "You
didn't burn anywhere important, did you?"

   "Alexis!  Cut it out!" he said, trying to sound shocked and angry, but
it didn't quite work.  "You're the reason I spilled my coffee in the first
place!"

   "What did I do?" she asked, already guessing the truth.  "I was just
getting a coffee cup."

   "Yeah, well, nevermind," he said, getting up from his barstool and
moving to the other side of the counter as if he was moving to safety.  "Do
you even have a boyfriend right now?"

   "Just my toy," she smirked, sitting in his spot and sipping her coffee.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" She saw the surprised look on his face
knew she had pushed too far.  She quickly tried to cover it up.  "You used
to be my boyfriend every Valentine's Day, remember?"

   "You were eight," he said with a hint of frost in his voice.

   "Might be more fun now that I'm all grown up and an adult," she teased,
leaning back and stretching.  It was gesture she had made hundreds of times
before, just an early morning stretch to get the blood flowing, except she
pressed her breasts in his direction, closed her eyes, and gave him as much
of an eyeful as she could.

   "You're going to kill me," he grumbled, picking up his coffee cup and
leaving the room.  Alexis decided that was a good victory.  Before leaving
for school, she made her bed and purposely left her toy sitting on it with
the door open.  It felt very wrong, but Sunday was Valentine's Day and she
needed him getting her message before then.

   After school, she changed into a yellow tank top that fit her like a
second skin.  She didn't bother with a bra.  Her bottoms were black workout
shorts as skintight as yoga pants.  She volunteered to help Daddy in the
kitchen making dinner.  She teased and coyly played with him, finding
reasons to reach around him or brush up against him.  Even better, Daddy
played back.  They laughed and giggled together while cutting vegetables
and grilling salmon steaks.  Alexis felt happier than she could remember
feeling in a long time.

   Daddy started it.  He splashed her while they were washing dishes. 
"Hey!" she cried out, giggling.  She tried splashing him back but he was
too quick and blocked her from reaching his side of the sink.  When their
little struggle was done, he did it again, purposely splaying her with
soapy water and bubbles.  "You're making me wet!"

   "With the way you've been acting lately, that's nothing new," he teased.
It was the first time he had come close to making a pass at her.

   "Can I help it if I'm young and hot?" she flirted back, arching her back
a bit to accentuate her perky breasts.

   "Really?" Daddy asked, splashing her top and calling her out on her
posturing.  "Did you think I couldn't see them already?"

   Alexis gasped, shocked that he would call her out on posing for him. 
She quickly recovered.  "Who's the pervert for looking?"

   "Who's the pervert for wearing a tight top without a bra.  I mean,
seriously, Alexis.  I know I'm your Dad, but did you think I wouldn't
notice?"

   "Maybe I don't care if you notice," she said, quietly, hoping he
wouldn't shut her down.

   "Then let's go all the way," he said, grabbing the spray hose and aiming
it at her chest while calling out, "Wet t-shirt contest!"

   "Stop it," she shrieked, laughing and giggling.  "Now look what you did,
you made my nipples all hard!"

   "I'm pretty sure they were already hard."

   Alexis saw her opening.  Acting quickly, she scooped up a handful of
water and splashed in across his front.  He tried spraying her again,
except she turned off the water before splashing him again.  Wet, laughing,
and giggling, there came a moment when their giggles died down and for the
briefest of moments, she was convinced they were going to kiss, really kiss
before a sobering cloud crossed his face.  Daddy found another smile, but
it was a different one than before.

   "Guess I'm washing the kitchen floor tonight," he grinned, turning back
to the dishes.  They behaved themselves, finishing their work.  It only
took a couple of minutes.

   "Guess I'll change out of these wet clothes," Alexis said, walking out
of the kitchen.  With her back turned to her Daddy, she pulled off her top.
Before turning the corner, she crossed a hand over her chest, hiding her
boobs from him while making sure he was looking.  Giggling, she ran
upstairs.  What she wore back downstairs wasn't any less revealing, she
made sure of that.  All that changed were the colors.  Instead of yellow on
top and black on the bottom, she wore a powder blue version of short-shorts
and another skintight tank top.

   Daddy finished mopping up their mess in the kitchen before joining her
in the living room.  She had already turned on Sportscenter for him.  They
hung out as they did most nights, bathed in the warm glow of the TV. 
Alexis liked these evenings.  Sometimes she studied.  Sometimes the TV was
put on pause while they chatted about their days or shared random little
thoughts.  And sometimes, they just sat near each other without a care in
the world.

   A little snort prompted Alexis to turn her head.  Daddy had leaned back
in his chair and fallen asleep.  A little moan escaped him and she noticed
he was hard, not a little hard, but a lot hard.  His hardon stretched and
strained inside his pants and she studied that long, fat length of
manliness.  Soon, that will be mine, she thought, squeezing her legs
together against the deep ache she felt.

   Every fiber of her being wanted him in that way, that wrong way, that
way Daddy's and daughters aren't supposed to do.  Along the way, she had
had her doubts.  She had questioned her motives more than once since
setting her goal and its accompanying to-do lists.

   Why did she want him so badly?  That was a question she still couldn't
answer.  All that was important was being his everything, to give back to
him in a way only a daughter can do.  Yes, it would be wrong.  Of course,
no one could ever know.  True, he might resist, but once he learned it was
okay, they would be fine.  It would be their secret, something they could
cherish for the rest of their lives together.

   "I love you, Daddy," she whispered before heading upstairs to make sure
he had something new to look at on his Tumblr feed.  Leaving nothing to
chance, she put on her yellow top again.  She took a picture pushing up her
top and exposing her hard nipple for his eager eyes.  In the next picture,
she was taking off her black shorts, exposing her butt.  She left the
backgrounds unchanged so he would know the pictures were taken in her room.


   Pulling off her clothes, she carefully pushed her comforter and sheets
to the side.  She kept her toy in bed with her and left her door more open
than closed, as if she had meant to close it and just forgot to close it
all the way.  She made sure the hall light would illuminate her.  She fell
asleep imagining Daddy glancing into her room on his way to his bed.  With
only a day to go until Valentine's Day, it was time to seal the deal.

   In the morning, she noticed her door was shut and smiled, sure that
Daddy had seen her.  She pulled on the same t-shirt she had worn the other
day, the one that was almost too short to use as a sleep t-shirt.  Except
this time, she didn't bother with blue panties or any panties at all. 
Daddy sat drinking coffee and looking at his tablet.  She slipped up behind
him, giving him a big hug.  "Good morning," she purred, already feeling so
energized that coffee would be redundant.

   "You should really shut your bedroom door," Daddy said, in a flat, plain
voice.

   "I thought I did," she lied, adding a tiny giggle.  "Sorry."

   "I'm serious," he insisted.  "I'm not supposed to see you like that."

   "I won't ever tell anyone," she said, slipping into the kitchen.  She
pulled open the cabinet and reached for her cup, exposing that she wasn't
wearing panties.

   His voice was full of ice as he said a single word,"Really?"

   "What?"

   "You know what," he grumbled.  "What are you doing?"

   "Getting coffee," she said, fighting off a smirk.

   "And flashing me."

   "Maybe a little."

   "A little?  Which part do you think I didn't see?"

   "Which part did you want to see?" she asked.

   "You realize you're my daughter, right?" he asked, looking exasperated
with her.  "You can't keep teasing me like this or . . ." He trailed off
without finishing.

   "Or what?" she asked, sitting down next to him.  Her short t-shirt
barely hid her lap.  She discreetly crossed her legs because Daddy raised
her to be a lady.  When he didn't say anything, she put his hand on his
knee.  "I'm serious, or what, Daddy?"

   "Or nothing," he said through gritted teeth as he stood.  She pointed
looked at his crotch before moving her eyes to his face.  He stared her
down, looking as if he wanted to say something and couldn't.  Instead, he
shook his head, grabbed another cup of coffee and carried it upstairs.

   Alexis worried she had pushed things too far.  Daddy felt distant the
rest of the day.  When she tried engaging him in small talk but he
resisted, answering her questions with grunts or short bursts of words that
closed off the conversation from anything more.  Alexis had worn a tight,
white t-shirt to dinner, hoping that he might splash her while they did the
dishes.  He didn't.

   The only change to their evening?  Daddy was drinking, which Alexis
found curious.  Daddy only drank when something was bothering him.  She
fished for problems at work and came up empty.  She wasn't afraid of him
drinking.  A couple drinks seemed to loosen him up and she liked that. 
Maybe he was celebrating that it was Saturday night?  Still, just to be
sure, she brought up the only thing left that could be bothering him.  "Are
you mad at me?"

   "No, honey," he said with an easy smile that felt much warmer than the
cold shoulder she had been receiving.  "Frustrated?  Maybe.  Confused? 
Probably.  Mad?  Not one drop."

   "Why are you frustrated?" she asked, feeling better.

   "Let's just say you've done a good job at frustrating me in the wrong
way," he grinned.  She pushed for more of answer.  He finished his drink
before talking.  "You're a grownup and I respect that.  I like seeing you
as an adult.  But what you did this morning felt very adult in more ways
than one."

   "Do I make you sexually frustrated?"

   His cluttered and sloppy answer made her smile.  "I specifically made
sure I did NOT say that," he answered.  "Is that what you're trying to do?
You have to admit, I've seen a lot of you, haven't I?  Especially lately.
Especially last night and this morning."

   Wait until tomorrow, she thought without saying.  She stood up and
climbed into his lap.  "I'm glad you're not mad at me," she purred,
caressing the scratchy stubble on his cheeks.  She nearly kissed him on the
lips but didn't trust herself.  "I'm going to go to bed and play with
myself."

   "I thought we decided that wasn't something we were going to share," he
said, glancing at her chest.

   She shrugged.  "I just thought you should know what I was going to do so
you don't do it at the same time.  Unless, of course, you wanted to do it
at the same time." She gave him another kiss.  "It's not as if I would know
you were doing it, right?"

   "Right, because it's none of your business.  Besides, I'm going to sit
here for a while."

   She felt the change happening beneath her as Daddy grew harder.  "And
think about me?" she asked, settling down on top of his growing hardon. 
She gave him another little kiss.

   "Stop it," he groaned.

   "Stop what?" she asked, leaning over and hugging him.  She pressed her
breasts against his chest and ruffled her fingers through his hair while
fighting the urge to squirm against the bulge she felt beneath her.

   "You know what you're doing," he said, feeling very tense, as if
fighting off a squirm of his own.

   "Tomorrow's Valentine's Day," she purred.  She squirmed, settling on top
of his hard cock.  There was nothing discreet or accidental about her
movement.  "Will you be my Valentine?"

   "Stop it," he repeated, putting his strong hands on her waist and
pushing her backwards as he stood.  Damn, he was strong!  "I'm going to
bed," he announced, pushing her one step farther away, turning, and heading
upstairs.  She saw how his bulge in his pant led the way.

   Alexis turned off the TV, rinsed his empty bourbon glass, and turned off
the lights before heading to bed.  Had she pushed too far?  There was no
way for her to know.  Climbing the stairs to her room, she noticed the door
to Daddy's room was shut tight.  She went to bed naked with her door left
wide open.

   In the morning, her door was still wide open.  She pulled on the same
t-shirt she had worn downstairs yesterday morning, the short one.  The one
that would flash him when she reached for her coffee cup in another minute.
She saw Daddy's bedroom door was open and smelled the coffee before she was
halfway downstairs.  Daddy sat at the breakfast bar with his head down as
he stared at his tablet.  She cuddled up next to him, pressing her tits
against him and purring in his ear, "Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy."

   "When you're done with your coffee, we need to talk," he said in a soft,
gentle tone that still made Alexis freeze as she reached for her coffee
cup. She recognized that request and its tone.  It's the way Daddy
announced they were going to have a difficult talk.  It's the way he had
started the conversation the morning he announced he was changing jobs. 
It's the tone he used the morning before they had a talk about birth
control.  It was how he prefaced telling her the truth behind the egg
donor.

   "Sure," she said as lightly as she could while pouring her cup of
coffee. She sat next to him, legs demurely crossed, and waited for the
conversation to begin.  He wouldn't start until she said she was ready. 
She sucked down half her cup.  Whatever it was, she wanted it over.  "Go
for it," she said, bracing herself.

   "This isn't easy for me," he began, starting with the same preamble he
always used.  "But we really need to talk about this." She held her breath,
nervously squirming.  Oddly, he poked at his tablet as he talked until he
set the device in front her.  "This," he said, tapping the counter and
drawing her attention to the small, flat electronic device.  "And this," he
added, scrolling upwards and exposing the entire library of her Tumblr
pictures from the first one forward.

   The breath she had been holding came out as a relieved sigh.  "They get
better," she said, scrolling to where she started showing her body parts
instead of teasing the camera.

   "Enough," he sharply said, pressing the Home Screen button and hiding
the rest of the stream.  "Alexis, you realize these are on the internet,
don't you?" She nodded, smiling.  "For the entire world to see forever and
ever?" Another nod.  "What's wrong with you?  Did you post any of these
before you turned eighteen?"

   "No Daddy, not a single one!" she emphatically insisted.

   "Well that's good," he sighed.  "But, baby, why would you do this?"

   "Because I wanted to show off for someone special to me."

   He shook away her comment, pushing forward.  "I thought you said you
didn't have a boyfriend."

   "I don't."

   "A girlfriend?" he asked.  "Did someone make you do this?  Were you
blackmailed?"

   "No, Daddy, no one forced me to do it.  I did it because I wanted to do
it."

   "But other people can see these," he said, as if she didn't understand
the nature of the internet.  "Anyone.  Your friends.  People I work with.
Your teachers. . ."

   "You," she pointed out, stopping his list.  In typical man fashion,
Daddy did not catch her hint.  He didn't realize she had just told him why
she had posted those pictures.

   "But why do you want people to see you naked?" He hesitated before
adding, "and stuff?" She was glad he added the second part because she was
a lot more than naked in some of those pictures.  "Is this a turn-on for
you?"

   "No one can recognize me in those pictures," she pointed out, picking up
his tablet and going back to her Tumblr page.  She scrolled until she got
to some of the more graphic pictures.  "I was really careful that no one
would ever know it was me." She tried pointing out how careful she had
been. "See?  Just tits.  And this one?  It's just my pussy and there are
lots of pussies on the internet."

   "I figured out it was you," he reminded her, his voice flat and
accusing. He looked at her instead of the pictures of her on his tablet. 
His face was red, as if he was embarrassed for her.

   "When?" she asked, quickly scrolling through her blog.  The pictures
were displayed in reverse chronological order with the oldest ones near the
bottom and the newest ones closer to the top.  It wasn't until she reached
the pictures from earlier this week that she would reach the pictures she
had left as hints for him.  "Here?" she asked, getting closer.  "Or maybe
it was here," she said, stopping the scroll when it revealed her pink
t-shirt and blue panties.  The same pink t-shirt she was wearing at that
moment.

   "What are you saying?" he asked, sounding worried.

   "Did you jerk-off to this picture?"

   "Stop it," he said, reaching for the tablet.  She held it away from him,
scrolling a bit more.  "Or this one?" She showed the picture of her yellow
top and black bottoms.

   "I didn't see that one until last night," he said without admitting why
he might have been looking at naked pictures on Tumblr.

   "Which ones were your favorites?" she asked, scrolling back to pictures
that showed her fingering her bald, wet pussy.  "I came so hard that
night," she said, lingering on the picture where she had posed with her
blue toy pressing just inside her pussy lips.  "Remember when I said I
needed lube for my toy?  The day you were buying jerk-off lotion?"

   "I don't understand," he said in small voice.  He looked lost and very
confused.  "Why would you want me to see these things?"

   "Because I love you, Daddy," she said, resting her hand on his knee and
that's when the last puzzle piece fell into place for Alexis, that's the
moment when she suddenly realized what she wanted.

   She knew she loved her Daddy.  She knew he was handsome and sexy, but
why did she want more from him?  It was the question that had haunted her
since she first imagined being sexy with him, before she had a goal and a
plan for making it happen.  Deep inside herself, Alexis suddenly knew what
she wanted: she wanted Daddy to make love to her.  Not just have sex with
her, though that would be a start.  Sex with him would feel good, but with
the sudden brilliance of a light switch being flipped on in a pitch black
room, Alexis knew she wanted him to love her in the way lovers do.

   "Did you want me to. . .," he started before stopping his thought.  He
didn't need to finish it.  She could guess the rest of his question.  "Is
that what you wanted me to do?" He stared at her with wide, surprised eyes.
She caressed his smooth face.  Daddy had already showered and shaved that
morning.  Wearing a small smile, Alexis nodded.  "But why?"

   "Because I love you, Daddy," she gushed, trying to make him understand.
She tried moving her hand farther up his knee but he caught her hand in
his, stopping her from sliding it up his thigh.

   "But I'm your Daddy."

   "No one knows and I won't ever tell," she gently said.  If he would have
sex with her, she knew it would turn into making love.  "It's okay.  We're
both adults, right?"

   "But you're my daughter," he said, his eyes still wide.  "You're not
supposed to want me like this."

   "You mean, like this?" she asked, moving his hand, pulling it from his
knee to her chest and pressing it against her breast.  Now it was her hand
on top of his, hers holding his in place.

   "I can't," he said as his hand betrayed him, gently squeezing her tit
before he pulled it away.

   "Yes, you can," she said.  In one smooth movement, she hopped off her
barstool, pulled off her t-shirt and tossed it away.  Without her sleep
shirt, she stood naked in front of him.  Both her pink nipples stood erect
and eager for his touch.  Standing naked in front of him caused her heart
to race.  She pulled his hand back on her tit while reaching between his
legs, giving his manhood a gentle squeeze.  "Please, be my Valentine," she
said before pressing her mouth against his.

   "Stop it," he said, pulling away from their kiss though his hand
remained on her tit and her hand stayed between his legs.  "Please," he
begged with a desperate look in his eyes.  "It's been so long, too long.  I
can't. . .  Not with you."

   "No one will ever know," she reminded him, kissing him again.  "We're
both adults," she added before another kiss.  "And I want this," she
insisted before kissing him once more.  He was growing harder beneath her
touch.  His renegade hand gently clutched at her tit, betraying his desires
as surely as his hardening cock.

   Daddy pulled away again, looking shocked and stunned as his eyes worked
over her naked body.  "It's all for you, Daddy," she purred, kissing his
lips, cheeks, and even the tip of his nose.  "It's why I posted all those
pics, for you Daddy.  I wanted you to see them.  I wanted you to see me all
grown up."

   Alexis shoved her hand inside his sleep pants and touched his bare cock
for the first time.  His swollen prick felt hot, firm, and needy inside her
tiny hand.  She pulled on it, thrilling at finally touching him.  "I want
this," she purred.  "I need it." She forced another short lived kiss on his
lips

   Daddy pulled away from her kiss, but not her.  He caressed her chest,
rubbing his thumb across the stiff nub of her hard, excited nipple and
watching his fat thumb teasing her.  He moved his hand from one breast to
the other, squeezing both as if studying them for perfection.

   "So wrong," he groaned.  He didn't brush away the hand she had inside
his pants, rubbing, tugging, and caressing the full firmness of his hard
cock.  His hand slipped around her waist until he was cupping her firm,
bubble ass.  "You are the most beautiful woman in the world," he said,
still drinking in her nudity as if it was a distraction his eyes couldn't
deny.  He brushed a hand across her chest again, unable to resist her
charms.  "And one day, you're going to make very special man very happy."

   "Today," she insisted, needing him in a way she couldn't resist.  "You."


   "Not me," he said, pulling her hand from inside his pants.  Her small
hand landed outside his pants, still clutching and rubbing his hard-on. 
She wouldn't give up, not now, not ever.  "You've been teasing me for a
long time, haven't you?" She nodded, her truth as exposed as her flesh. 
"Why?"

   "So you would want me, like this," she said, afraid her confession
brought a blush to her cheeks.

   "Why?" he asked, still allowing her to caress his hard cock as she stood
naked, ready, and eagerly in front of him.

   "I want to make love to a real man," she whimpered, desperate for more.

   "There are lots of other real men out there," he scoffed with a tiny
smirk at the corner of his mouth.  "Any one of them would love to be with
you.  Why me?"

   "Because I love you, Daddy," she said.  How many more times would she
need to tell him that?  A hundred?  A thousand?  "And I want you to love
me, too."

   "I already love you, without this."

   "But I want you to love me with this," she insisted, fight off a pout.
Now was not the time to act like a child!  She tried kissing him, but he
pulled away and put a finger to her lips.

   "IF we did more," and he was very careful to emphasize the word IF.  "We
would never be able to undo it.  We could never try pretending as if
nothing happened."

   "I want this," she whispered, pulling on his hard cock.  She felt
ashamed and aroused by her confession.  "And I don't want to do it just
once."

   Daddy studied her face for a long time.  His eyes worked back and forth
between hers.  He looked her lips and the set of her jaw.  Alexis knew he
saw everything about her.  He saw through her and past her as only a father
can do.  "If you're so grownup, then tell me what you want.  Tell me what
you hope we'll do together."

   "I want this," she said, surprised with the needful moan that crept into
her voice as she caressed his hard cock.  She was surprised again by the
gush of words that suddenly flew out of her mouth.  "I want this inside me.
I want to fuck you and feel you fucking me back.  I want to suck your cock.
I want to give you everything, every hole I have, in anyway you want it. 
Please, Daddy.  I know no one can ever know.  I know it's wrong and I don't
care!"

   "And tomorrow?" he asked.  "What happens then?  What if I come home from
work and want you again?"

   "I'm yours," she promised.  "Every day.  Always and forever."

   When Daddy pushed her away, out of reach of his hard cock and she felt
her heart sink.  Panic set in as she braced herself for his rejection. 
Instead, scooped her up in his arms and held her against his big chest as
if she was nothing more than an oversized stuff animal.  "Prove it," he
said, kissing her lips before tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of
potatoes.  A startled squeak escaped Alexis's mouth before she went slack
against him, riding his shoulder while he marched upstairs, past her room,
and dumped her on his bed.

   Daddy pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his lightly furred chest and
strong pectoral muscles.  His stomach rippled with his six pack.  He hooked
his fingers into the waistband of his sleep pants, shucking them off his
body as useless and meaningless.  Finally, he crawled on the bed, crawling
over her supine body.  She kept her legs wide and became an eager
supplicant for the education he was about to bestow upon her.

   Easily supporting his weight with one hand, he handled his hard cock
with the other, slipping its fat, bulbous head through her bare, shaved
slit, making the tip of it wet with her natural need before positioning
himself at the entrance of her pussy.  "Last chance," he told her, frozen
in place above her.  "We can never tell another person or undo what we are
about to do."

   "Fuck me, Daddy," Alexis gasped, fighting the urge to thrust her hips
upwards and impale herself on his long, hard cock.  "Make me your
Valentine."

   Daddy swiped at her pussy once more before becoming satisfied that his
big prick was lubed enough for her tight, tiny hole.  Slowly, he eased down
upon her, splaying her pussy lips with the big, mushroom shaped head of his
hot, slippery cock.  He moved a single, slow motion, gently lowering
himself as he stared into her eyes, watching and reading her expression as
his dick first split her and then filled her barely legal pussy.

   Midway through his first, agonizingly slow stroke, a low moan started
building deep inside of Alexis, growing louder until she felt it, until she
felt him all the way inside of her.  She felt his body pressing against
hers, filling her deeper than any man ever before and spreading her pussy
farther apart than any toy.  Feeling him deep inside her filled her on a
spiritual level more profound than she had ever imagined.

   "YES!" she cried out, clutching her arms around his big, strong back
while wrapping her legs around his powerful thighs.  Desperately, she
clutched at him, holding herself against him, keeping him buried deep,
while so afraid that he might pull away and end this moment.  "YES!" she
cried out again, feeling her wet, pussy throbbing around the massive dick
inside of it, Daddy's dick.  She felt complete.  Finally, she felt like a
true woman.  "YES!  Fuck me!"

   Daddy moved upwards, carrying her for the first half his stroke before
she eased her ass back to the bed for his next thrust.  He pushed into her
again, spreading and stretching her pussy with his massive, hard cock until
he reached the bottom.  "Feeling good?" he asked, smiling down at her and
looking both impressed and proud.  "Don't let me hurt you."

   "Fuck me, Daddy," she panted back, feeling her heart pounding, racing
with excitement and joy that it was finally happening.  After months of
teasing him, her plan had worked and she felt him on top of him.  It felt
better than any fevered dream her teenaged imagination could ever conjure.
"All of it," she begged.  "All of me!"

   Alexis pulled his face to hers and pressed her lips against his with a
hungry kiss.  She put both hands on either side of his face, insisting he
keep his lips against hers until she felt his lips part and she welcomed
his hot, wet tongue inside her mouth.  She sucked on his tongue, circling
it with hers, giving him the kind of kiss lovers exchanged while feeling
him rising and falling upon her over and over.  She kept his face against
her, insisting they keep kissing as he fucked.

   Back on a single arm, Daddy fished a hand between them and clutched at
her perfect, teacup sized tits.  His manly hands with their thick fingers
found hard, stiff nipples waiting to be expertly twisted and tweaked with
the knowledge he had learned while making love to other women.  His fingers
understood how to play without hurting.  Daddy knew how to tease and please
while still working his hard, veiny cock in and out of her.

   The thrill she felt made kissing and breathing difficult.  Her lungs
needed more air that she could suck in through her dainty, little, upturned
nose.  "Yes Daddy!" she groaned.  "Fuck me, Daddy!  Fuck me harder!" Daddy
picked up his pace, understanding the limit to his strokes and barely
kissing the entrance of her uterus with the big head of his massive prick
before pulling away for another stroke.

   Again and again he fell on top of her, fucking her deeply while raking
his fat fuck-stick against her swollen and needy clitoris.  His every
thrust tugged and pulled at her tight pussy, teasing and pleasing Alexis in
ways she never imagined were possible.  Yet, even as wonderful as it felt
having his cock deep inside her pussy, the best part was looking up and
seeing Daddy above her.  She watched his face contort as she pleased him.
"So tight," he groaned.

   "So big," she groaned in reply, kissing him again until the thrill of
feeling his tongue inside her mouth became too much.  She panted beneath
him, clutching at him, and keeping her legs open to his penetration until
she felt her orgasm building.  "Make me cum, Daddy," she moaned, squirming
beneath him.  "Do it.  Make me cum, please Daddy!" She felt her tummy
tightening, squeezing and making ready for her release.  Quivers of
pleasure surged through her, tugging at his fat cock, trying to squeeze it.

   "My God," Daddy groaned, looking between them.  "What the fuck are you
doing to me?"

   "So close," she sang out, unable to control her body's aching need for
him.  She squirmed against his big dick, clutched at his back, and tangled
her feet around his thick legs again until it was unclear who was riding
whom.  She pressed up against him, taking him deeper than ever, and
screamed out the arrival of her orgasm in mighty moans and howls of
pleasure.  Her muscular body contracted and quaked.  Her pussy clamped down
around his filling cock and she came with stars in her eyes.

   "Oh fuck," Daddy groaned, looking surprised enough that in a deep recess
of her mind Alexis worried she had somehow hurt him.  "Oh fuck, Alexis. 
I'm going to cum!" he gasped as if his orgasm had snuck up on him.

   "Do it, Daddy!  Cum inside of me!  Cum inside your daughter!" she
panted, redoubling her clutching grip around his body, making it impossible
for him to pull away or shake her off.

   "Fuck!" he cried out and lost control of his hips.  He jabbed and jammed
deep inside of her, his cock bottoming out as he filled her with his seed.
Wave after creamy wave of his hot semen splashed deep inside while he
groaned with its release.  His breathing was ragged and hot against her
while his face showed a look of wonder and marvel.

   Panting, they stared at each for a long time.  Daddy brushed a stray
hair from her forehead before kissing her lips again.  That's when he said
it, three words she had grown up hearing from him, but spoken in the voice
of a lover, "I love you," he said in a deep.  gravel tone and followed his
words with a soft, tender kiss.

   "I love you, too" she whispered back at the end of their kiss and Alexis
couldn't remember a time when she had meant those words more honestly.  Her
doubts and fears about why she wanted to feel this man against her gone. 
Her worries that what she wanted was wrong had vanished into a sea of
perfect love.  This made her feel complete.

   Daddy rolled off of her and Alexis curled into a ball next to him.  She
ran her hand across his bare chest and down his stomach until she reached
his thick, veiny, still wet cock.  She gave him a playful squeeze, afraid
to leave him even as she felt his love leaking from her wet pussy.  Not
wanting to soil his comforter, she gave him a quick kiss before rolling out
of his bed.  Out of habit, she went to the bathroom in the hallway, the one
across from her room.  He was still laying on the bed when she came back.

   "You could have used my bathroom," he said, welcoming her back into his
arms.

   "Habit," she giggled, kissing him.  She teased his full lips with her
tongue.  He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and teased her back.  "Can
we do it again?" He nodded.  Alexis swung her leg across his body.  Before
she could pull his cock inside of her for a repeat, he stopped her.

   "Wait," he said, thick hands around her waist as he pulled upwards.  She
moved with him, confused when it felt as if he had pulled her too far up
his body until he lifted his head and began sucking on her nipples.  "These
are perfect," he murmured before letting her slide back down his body.

   She pressed against his big fuckstick, wiggling and squirming as he
filled her again.  "Fuck, you're big," she sighed, already rocking back and
forth.

   "And you're tight as hell," he said, using each hand to cradle a cheek
of her ass.

   Alexis pressed her hands against the slab of his big, powerful chest,
using his body for leverage as she rocked.  He slipped his hands up her
body, capturing each breast beneath his hands.  When his fingers and thumbs
tweaked her nipples, Alexis felt a jolt surging through as if her clitoris
had been set on a hair trigger.

   She squirmed against his long, fat cock, laying on his chest so she
could feel his dick raking against her swollen clit.  He grabbed her ass
again while she humped him, moving like a slut in heat up and down his
prick, searching and finding everything she needed until her body
celebrated the multiple sensations with another climax.  She came so hard.
Her pussy clamped around his cock, tugging and pulling on it as the rest of
her body insisted on trying to fuck him.  She looked up, her chin on his
chest, and came for him again while he beamed with pleasure.

   "You look so sexy doing that," he said, smiling as he caressed her
cheek. "When I used to see those pictures, your pictures, I kept wanted to
see your face.  I wanted to know you were this beautiful."

   Alexis drew halfway off his cock, moving far enough up his body that she
could kiss him.  Moving a bit farther for a better kiss, he flopped out of
her.  She groaned, missing him already.  "Once more?" she asked, already
settling around him again.  Daddy's handsome face wore a big smile as she
fucked her way to another orgasm.  "What about you?" she asked, still
breathless from the thrill.

   "Maybe later," he said, holding her close.  He held her for a very long
time without saying a word.

   Eventually, Alexis tapped out.  "I really need a shower," she said,
knowing she hadn't had one yet that day.

   "Go ahead," he said, letting her go.

   "Can we stay naked today?"

   "We can always get naked," Daddy chuckled.

   "Promise me we'll do it again today."

   "Get naked?"

   "No, make love."

   "Sure," he said, running his hand across her body as if trying to
memorize her every curve before she left him.

   Alexis drifted to her shower, feeling as if her feet were two inches off
the ground.  She kept her shower short, eager to be with Daddy again. 
Sundays were always lazy days spent together.  She dressed to thrill in her
yoga pants and another tight tank top without a bra.  She found Daddy
downstairs building a salad for their lunch.  Was it already that late? 
Her empty stomach said it was.  She slipped up behind him, cuddling against
him.  He wore a t-shirt and tight workout pants.  Without shame, she ran
her hand over the front of his slippery workout pants, caressing the bulge
that had teased her so many times.

   What he said next confused her.  "You walked right by it and didn't even
notice," he said still chopping carrots as he nodded at the table.

   Peeking over his shoulder, she squealed and darted back to the dining
room table, amazed that she had missed it.  Sitting in the center of the
table was a large bouquet of flowers, a heart shaped box of chocolates and
a Valentine's Day card.  "You remembered!"

   "Of course I did," he laughed.

   She tore open the card and laughed at its cuteness before running back
to the kitchen to give him another hug and kiss.

   Daddy put down his knife, holding her against him.  His hand slipped
over her bubble butt, caressing her, "I guess it's okay if I do this, isn't
it?" he said nuzzling against her neck.  "You have no idea how many times
I've stared at this perfect ass and felt bad for doing it."

   "Same here," she said, grabbing his tight, narrow butt.  Pressed against
him, she felt his bulge against her front.  She felt that bulge stirring,
growing against her stomach as they clung to each other.  She slipped her
hand between them, rubbing his cock and encouraging it to finish growing to
its full, magnificent length.

   "We should eat," Daddy mumbled.

   "Exactly what I was thinking," Alexis agreed, dropping to her knees. 
She pulled off his shorts as she moved, exposing his thick, veiny prick to
her eager mouth.  She circled her tongue around his thick, mushroom-shaped
head before opening her mouth wide and sucking on him.  She wrapped her
hand around the base of his prick, unable to touch her fingers to her thumb
around his thick shaft.  She thrilled at the taste of his musky dick inside
her eager mouth.

   Alexis relaxed her throat and drew Daddy's dick deeply inside her until
her nose nuzzled against the short hairs of his well groomed pubic hair. 
"Holy fuck!" Daddy marvelled, staring down at her with wide eyes and a
surprised look on his face.  Alexis worked her face back and forth a couple
times before pulling away for a breath.  "No one has ever done that to me."

   "Why do you think I bought such a big toy?" she grinned, rubbing her
pretty face against the length of his shaft.  "I've been practicing."

   "It shows," he said, caressing the opposite side of her face as she made
ready to do it again.  "Oh fuck," he sighed as inch after inch of his big
cock slid down her throat.

   Daddy's mournful signs of appreciation surged through Alexis, thrilling
her as she pleased him.  She grabbed at her tits, clutching them with both
hands while bouncing her forehead off his belly.  She looked up at him as
she pulled away for another breath.

   "No one," Daddy repeated with a deep groan, still looking surprised and
stunned as she worked him back inside her mouth and throat.  Alexis
thrilled believing she was giving him something no other woman had offered.
She push up her tanktop and clutched at her tiny tits, tugging and pulling
on her excited nipples.  When that wasn't enough, she shoved a hand inside
her yoga pants and rubbed her needful pussy.

   She felt wet, slippery, and in need of another orgasm as she filled her
mouth and throat with Daddy's big, veiny cock.  "Cum for me," she gasped,
pulling back for another breath of air before nuzzling her nose against his
short pubic hair.  She kept her warm, wet tongue pressed against the
sensitive underside of his aching cock and swirled her tongue around the
fat head of his cock before pressing her face close to him again.  Each
time, she would look up at him so he could see her joy.

   "Oh God," Daddy cried out as his orgasm drew near.  Alexis didn't want
to stop touch herself.  She kept a finger against her stiff, wet clit,
rubbing and circling that tiny nub while grabbing his tight ball sac with
her other hand.  She gently squeezed his balls, hoping to milk that next
orgasm from him.  "Yes!" Daddy groaned.  "YES!" He pressed his hand against
the back of her head, shoving his hard cock deep inside her throat, and
pumped out his hot orgasm deep inside her throat as Alexis milked his
balls.

   "Fuck," Daddy sighed, staring down at her with a look of wonder and
amazement.  "I don't know where or how you learned to do that.  I don't
want to know," he gasped, still working on catching his breath while Alexis
slid her tongue across the slit of his cock and lapped up his last couple
of droplets.  "Fuck," he said again with a shiver before pulling her up to
her feet.  His embrace was warm and all-encompassing.  "Saying 'I love you'
right now feels cheap after that.  Can I say 'I loved you doing that'
instead?"

   "As long as you really mean, 'I love you,'" Alexis giggled.

   "Always," Daddy said, keeping her in his arms for a long, long time and
Alexis felt his love as much as she felt his affection.

   They pulled their clothes back into place and sat at the table for
lunch. Both of them kept grinning at each other.  "What?" Alexis said after
another long grinning-fest.

   "You," Daddy said allowing his grin to grow into a smile.  "You've been
planning this Valentine's Day for a long time, haven't you?" Blushing,
Alexis nodded.  "What if I had said no?"

   "You sort of did," she reminded him.  "More than once."

   "I would still love you even if we didn't do anything together."

   "I know, but I wanted to love you like this, too," she said, touching
his hand and wishing she could touch him much more intimately.  She ate a
few more bites of salad before she admitted the rest of it.  "I didn't know
that's what I really wanted until this morning, though."

   Daddy's grin faded.  "Before or after we did anything?"

   "Before," she admitted.  "Right before, but definitely before.  I sort
of knew what I wanted, but I didn't understand it until I touched your knee
and then I knew."

   "Knew what?"

   "That I wanted more than us having sex, I wanted us to make love. 
That's what we did, isn't it?"

   "That's what we did and what we'll do again if you want," Daddy said,
reaching across the table and running his hand over her breast.  His
intimate touch sent shivers through Alexis and she squirmed, already
wanting more.

   She caught his hand beneath hers, holding it against her tit as she had
done earlier that morning.  "And I want you to do this to me anytime you
feel like doing it," she insisted as if another puzzle piece was magically
being added to an already completed puzzle.  "I need to know you want me,
too, okay?" Daddy nodded.  "Promise?" she insisted.

   "I promise," Daddy said, but that still didn't feel like enough for
Alexis.

   "I'm serious," she said, still holding his hand against her breast.  Her
words gushed from her, cluttered and as surprising to her as they may have
been to him.  "I don't care if you have other girlfriends as long as you
still want me, too.  And if you don't have a girlfriend, then I'll be your
girlfriend, even if I have a boyfriend, I'll still be your girlfriend,
okay?"

   "What about when you get married?"

   "What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?" she asked, leaning over
and sliding her hand up Daddy's thigh.  She couldn't stand having this
conversation without touching him more intimately.  "Please promise me
again you'll take me whenever you want me."

   "Nope, can't do that," Daddy said, breaking her heart even though he was
smiling as he said it.

   "Wha-?  Why?"

   "I don't think the people at the grocery store would approve," he
laughed, mending her wounded heart faster and stronger than he had created
it.

   As their Valentine's Day advanced, Alexis didn't give Daddy a chance to
show his desire for her.  With the stupid rules of society well broken
between them, Alexis couldn't keep her hands off her father.  Subtle
teasing was abandoned in favor of throwing herself at him.  Knowing he
loved her tiny titties prompted her to abandon wearing a top for most of
the afternoon and all of the evening.  Cuddling with him turned into
foreplay when his hands began roaming her body.  Making him hard became her
new past-time as she wiggled and squirmed in his lap, giggling against his
hard-on while fantasizing about having it back inside her pussy.

   "Fuck this," Daddy snapped midway into their usual evening of watching
TV together.  Alexis had been sitting topless on his lap, squirming against
his hard cock and eager for more play.  He kept hold of her as he stood up
and once more carried her to his bed.

   Alexis lost track of how many orgasms she had that first night together.
Beneath Daddy's skillful cocksmanship, she felt like a quivering bundle of
orgasms.  He put her on top, beneath him, and even did it with her spooning
against him.  Again and again he fucked her with unbridled passion and glee
until she was begging for his orgasm.  "Please, Daddy," she panted, unsure
how many more orgasms she could tolerate before he was finished.  "Cum
inside of me again.  I want to feel it."

   As if Alexis had flipped a switch, a determined look arose in Daddy's
eyes.  He nodded and ever so slightly changed his positioning.  "I'm going
to do it," he told her, riding on top of her.  "I'm going to cum inside
you. Daddy's going to cum."

   "Do it!" she gasped, shivering with another orgasm.  "Cum for me,
Daddy!"

   His contorted face displayed the exquisite pleasures her lithe, petite
body had given him and Alexis could not remember a moment when he looked
more attractive or more desirable.  He gasped for deep lungfuls of air as
his cock first throbbed and then exploded deep inside of her.  She felt
every pulsating throb of his orgasm spewing forth deep inside of her and
she loved him for it even more than before.

   "Thank you, Daddy," she purred, holding him as he collapsed on top of
her.

   "I love you, Alexis," he gasped before rolling off of her and laying
panting on his back.  He drew her closer, holding her with an arm around
her shoulders, and they cuddled as lovers until sleep found them both.

   Alexis woke with a smile in Daddy's bed.  She heard him in the shower.
She hated the idea of him going to work and her to school.  She wanted to
spend another day in his arms.  She lingered in his bed until he came out
of the master bath naked from head-to-toe.  "Good morning, sunshine," he
grinned.  He pulled on a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt before heading
downstairs to start the coffee.  Alexis followed him a few minutes later in
a t-shirt and nothing else.

   "Last night was incredible," she said, reaching for her coffee cup and
flashing him.  He watched without being discreet, openly admiring her.

   When she sat next to him, Daddy put a hand on her bare knee.  "Thank you
for being my Valentine," he said, kissing her neck.  The best part of her
morning was how Daddy left his hand on her thigh even as he went back to
his coffee and scanning the news on his tablet.  It was such a small,
intimate caress that reassured Alexis what happened yesterday might last
but a piece of her wanted more.  A piece of her still waited for him to
make the first move.  A hand on her thigh felt nice, but it wasn't the same
as him initiating sex with her.

   Alexis spent her day still buzzing from yesterday's thrills.  At the
oddest moments, her mind would fill with the memory of Daddy's intimate
kisses, the feel of his hard cock deep inside her, or the feel of his big
hands on her tiny frame.  When she got home, she couldn't stand it and went
straight to her room to masturbate.  On a whim, she took a couple more
pictures, carefully maintaining her privacy before posting them.  Only
Daddy would know and that was enough.

   Alexis dressed in one of her workout outfits, a cropped tanktap, no bra,
and a pair of tight running shorts with panties.  While part of her wanted
to be naked when Daddy came home from work, a bigger part of her needed to
play it more casual.  She didn't want to come off as a needy slut.  More
than anything, she needed Daddy to make the first move.

   Daddy came home from work in his usual way.  He told her good evening
before heading to his room and changing out of his work clothes.  Wearing
comfortable workout clothes, he started dinner and Alexis joined him in the
kitchen, grabbing dishes to set the table.  She got as far as reaching into
the cupboard when Daddy grabbed her from behind.

   When he pressed against her backside, she could feel the lump inside his
pants.  He wrapped a hand around her, caressing her tiny titties while
nuzzling his nose against her neck.  "You have no idea how much time I
wasted at work thinking about you," he murmured.  His breath was hot
against her neck.

   Alexis pressed backwards against his stiffening prick.  "I had to play
with myself when I came home from school," she confessed.  Was that too
much of a come on?  She hoped not.

   "Did you take pictures?"

   "How did you know?"

   Daddy chuckled.  Of course he had guessed she would take pictures. 
Daddy knew everything about her, especially now.  "I love you," he said,
hot and moist against her neck as he pushed her tanktop over her breasts,
exposing her tiny titties to his eager fingers.  "I want you," he said,
grinding against her ass.

   "But what about dinner?" Alexis protested, purposely resisting his
advance.  Would he pull away or keep going?  She had to know.  "I'm really
hungry." She bucked against him, as if trying to nudge him away.

   "So am I," Daddy said, spinning her in his arms until she face him.  He
kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue inside her mouth and Alexis welcomed
him.  She felt the need of his hard-on sandwiched between them but resisted
snaking a hand between them to cup him.  Instead, she grabbed at his sexy,
narrow ass as they kissed.  Daddy pulled away, looking down at her with a
whimsical smile.  "I don't think you need this," he said, pulled her top
over her head before his big hands circled her hips.  He lifted her from
the floor, setting her on the counter before grabbing the waistband of her
shorts and pulling them from her.

   "Oh-my-God Daddy, what are you doing?" she giggled, holding an arm
across her tits with her other hand protectively covering her pussy.

   Daddy blinked hard, studying her face for a moment.  "If you tell me to
stop, I will," he said.

   "Did I say that?" she grinned, caressing the lump inside his shorts with
her foot to let him know she was playing.

   A big smile appeared on his face, too.  He surprised her by hooking his
hands beneath her knees, making her fall backwards across the same counter
where they drank coffee every morning.  He pushed her knees apart and
kissed down the inside of her thigh.  His five o'clock shadow tickled as he
worked closer to her prize.  Alexis moved her hand out of the way.  "So
beautiful," he murmured, pausing for a moment to admire her most secret and
private of places before pressing his mouth against her pussy.

   Alexis liked oral sex.  She liked giving and receiving it.  Her other
boyfriends liked going down on her and she had enjoyed it when they did. 
But feeling Daddy between her legs changed her expectations for how good it
could feel.  Daddy didn't just lick her, he made love to her with his
mouth. His knowledge, skill, and experienced showed.  She didn't need to
wiggle until his tongue was in the right spot like she had to do with her
less experienced lovers.

   Daddy didn't ignore the rest of her body.  One hand found her breasts,
gently tweaking her nipples as his tongue swirled around her clit, building
her climax faster than she imagined was possible.  Looking between her
legs, she saw his familiar face pressed against her.  She saw his kind eyes
looking up at her and thrilled at seeing him there.  She gasped and came
while feeling the counter still hard and cool against her back.

   Daddy didn't stop like other lovers would do.  Other lovers would bring
her to a climax and pull away, satisfied with their accomplishment. 
However, Daddy kept going.  He shoved a two fat fingers inside her pussy
and licked around them, sending her to new heights.  His other hand gently
tugged on her stiff, aching nipples and she marvelled as another, bigger
orgasm grew inside of her.  She cried out in pleasure, gasping to catch her
breath as Daddy kept going.

   "Too much," she panted, sure she would explode if he gave her another
orgasm.

   Daddy's fingers filled her, pressing upwards against the inside of her
pussy as he ate her.  He teased her clit, bringing her back to the brink of
her next orgasm without allowing her to cross over into pleasure.  She saw
the delighted look in his eyes and knew without being told that he was
toying with her.  "Tell me when," he said, briefly pulling away from her
pussy for his words.  His chin and cheeks looked wet and slick.  His tongue
stabbed at her clitoris, keeping her riding the edge of her orgasm without
pushing her into it.  How long could she last?

   "Do it, Daddy," Alexis decided, unwilling to suffer any longer.  "Make
me cum, Daddy!"

   He poked at her clit a few more times while deeply fingering her pussy.
Nothing had changed.

   "Please, Daddy!" Alexis pleaded, gasping with desire.  The countertop
still felt hard beneath her back, but it no longer felt cool.  Her sweat
had made the countertop slippery.  If she squirmed, she remained in place,
stuck beneath his tease.

   "Tell me you love me," he insisted as his hand left her tits, leaving
her nipples aching for attention and feeling abandoned.  His entire body
wiggled and squirmed as he ate her.

   "I do," she groaned, frustrated that he could bring her so close to an
orgasm without giving it to her.  "I love you.  I love you.  I love you!"

   "Tell me you want me," he said, putting his tongue back on her clit
while pulling his fingers from her aching, needful pussy.

   "Please," she begged, ready to cry.

   Daddy pulled away from her pussy, his face wet and slick.  He pulled on
her, dragging her towards him.  As she slipped and moved, his hands guided
her, grabbing her waist as he dragged her to him.  Alexis didn't understand
what he was doing but she moved with him.  Her legs were on either side of
his body as he lifted her, guiding, and finally sliding her down and around
his waiting hard cock.  Somehow, he had wiggled out of his workout shorts.

   "I love you," he said as she slid on top of him and Alexis came as his
the bulbous head of his fat cock split and filled her pussy.

   "I love you, too, Daddy!" she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck
and peppering his face with kisses while bouncing up and down his hard
cock. "I love you so much!"

   Behind them, a timer beeped.  Still holding her in his arms, Daddy
slipped to the oven and pressed the off button.  "This would be easier if I
can put you down," he grinned, easing her off of him.  His hard, swollen
cock throbbed wet from its abbreviated trip deep inside her pussy.  Daddy
washed his hands, put on a pair of oven mitts, and pulled dinner from the
oven.  The aroma of dinner filled the kitchen.  He placed it on top of the
stove, took off his oven mitts, and turned his attention back to her.

   Spinning her around, he leaned her over the counter where they drank
their coffee.  The counter was damp and slick from her back.  Daddy grabbed
her hips, pulling her bubble butt backwards and filled her pussy again. 
Alexis laid across the countertop, squishing her tits against the wet spot
she had created, and groaning with pleasure as Daddy quickly found his
release.

   He held her for a few moments, pressed deeply inside of her as he kissed
her back before helping her stand up again.  There a couple more kisses
before she dashed off to bathroom to clean-up.  She returned to a table set
for dinner and Daddy still bottomless.  As they ate dinner, Alexis couldn't
stop smiling because she knew Daddy loved and wanted her.  It was her best
Valentine ever.


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