“Love you too, dad.” She put her hand behind his head before he could lean back and gave him a quick peck that came unnervingly close to his lips. The feel of her soft lips caused another unnatural thrill and he fought not to imagine them on another part of his anatomy.
“Get some sleep you have a nine o’clock class tomorrow.” He straightened and quickly put his back to her so his crotch wouldn’t be level with her face.
“Hey, dad am I really grounded?”
He shook his head. “Know what? I shouldn’t have been in your closet and looked in your nightstand. So how about we let each other off the hook?”
“Deal!” She clapped her hands.
“No more lying. If you’re going to spend the night with some guy, then I don’t want to think you’re at a friend’s house in case anything happens.”
“Okay.” She sighed. “As long as you don’t play twenty questions with who he is.”
“Fine.” It was his turn to sigh. “But I don’t like it.”
“I don’t like my dad with hookers, but we agreed its just sex so let’s call it even.”
“Cute.” Darren muttered as he walked out of the room, and something Donna would do to him. Even with his back to her he could feel that smart ass smirk he’d like to wipe off her face… with his cock.
“Night Cass.” He managed to say through the self-loathing that always followed those thoughts. “See you in the morning.”
“Not if I see you first old guy.” Cassie repeated the ritual they’d started back when she was in her early teens.
“Get some sleep, brat.” He shut her light off and closed the door.
Darren remained in front of the door for a moment, a sense of relief flowing through him that at least for the moment the awkward situation was over. He took a deep breath and realized Cassie wasn’t kidding, he smelled of Lindsay’s perfume.
He wouldn’t have minded smelling like her pussy, but he hadn’t worked up the nerve yet to ask one of his make believe daughters if he could go down on them. Not just the nerve to ask, but the thought of had they had anyone else inside them that night. Who the hell knew?
Darren turned away from his bedroom to head to the bathroom when he noticed light coming from beneath Cassie’s door. She must have turned the lamp on next to her bed. When she was young he’d catch her doing that to read when she thought he was in his room.
After a while Darren had made the connection she liked him catching her and tucking her in again. He didn’t tuck her in anymore, but for old time’s sake maybe he’d bust her up. Darren gently turned the knob and eased the door open, trying to catch her by surprise.
He planned on yelling “Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” but stopped when he peeked into the room.
Cassie was on her side, leaning over with her hand in the nightstand. The robe had ridden up and he was staring at her exposed left ass cheek. Her right leg was bent and Darren’s cock swelled as she leaned further and showed some of that cheek as well.
If he was closer and the light was brighter he might even get a glimpse between his daughter’s thighs. He told himself to go take a damn shower. A cold one at this point, but kept staring. Cassie rolled back over and Darren’s eyes widened when he saw the vibrator in her hand.
He swallowed hard when she put the tip under her nose, then gave him a sick thrill when she slipped the tip between her lips. She closed her eyes and worked it in and out of her mouth.
A soft moan reached his ears as she now bobbed her head, giving the toy a mock blow job. Her eyes stayed closed as her free hand slipped into her robe to fondle her breast. She moaned louder and removing the toy from her mouth, placed it on her inner thigh and slid it up and down, teasing herself.
Darren’s cock was so hard it bordered on painful and he released a soft hiccup like sound when he realized he’d been holding his breath. That sound was most likely drowned out by the toy being turned on and her room being filled with a soft humming.
Cassie worked the toy up under the robe and released a gasp followed by a long sultry moan that had his balls aching with the need to be where that damn toy was. Her hand slid out of her robe and grabbed the tie.
She pulled the knot loose and lifting one side of the robe began to pull the robe open. Somewhere deep inside him, his natural reflexes over powered his unnatural obsession and he turned his head away while closing the door as quietly as possible.
Whether he did it for the right reason of knowing no way in hell would a decent father watch his daughter masturbate, or because he was afraid she could open her eyes and catch him he wasn’t sure, but all that mattered was he managed the right thing.
But he remained by the door, listening to the humming and his daughter’s moans over it. If she had just had sex why was she getting off? Probably because most guys her age had no idea how to actually take care of a woman.
He imagined her sucking and fucking like the little wild cat he fantasized her as being while the young guy who had no idea who lucky he was, barely touched her pussy and maybe sucked her tit and that was it.
But if he could get his hands on her he’d make her cum so hard she’d be dizzy. Then he’d fuck the little smart ass until she couldn’t walk straight. His hand was on his crotch and it struck him that he’d just had sex, and some pretty good sex and here he was already knowing he was going to jack off in the shower.
For him, he knew it was because as good as it was with Lindsay she couldn’t completely satisfy him, only Cassie could, but that was a line that could never be crossed, let alone she wouldn’t share his taboo desire and lust after her as he did, Darren would never want to hurt her in anyway.