Sleepyhead

I try to make a point to fix a decent breakfast for my girls before each day. Nothing too fancy—cheesy eggs, fruit, almonds and milk were usually on the menu. I fired up our old gas stove and prepped the eggs. Emily came into the kitchen like a whirlwind—furiously responding to emails on her phone while checking the weather and her appointments.

"Did you see there's a chance for snow tonight?" Em called out absently.

"No, I hadn't?" I questioned in response.

"Yeah. A twenty degree drop from yesterday... Blah."

Even though we loved our home we were still southerners at heart. The cold weather was always rough for us.

"Why don't I get the fireplace set and we can do game night?" I proposed while serving up breakfast.

"That sounds great. I should be home by three—we have a light load today. Just have to prepare a report from our last hospital visit."

"Ok, it's a date."

I started to tidy around the kitchen and made up two more plates, one each for Stacey and I. As if on cue Stacey ambled sleepily down the stairs. She was dressed in her loose fitting PJ bottoms that hugged her ass but flowed around her legs. Her top was an old Fire Department shirt of mine that I gave her a few years ago. It was still much too big for her torso, though her chest filled it out quite well, with fabric cascading down from her perky breasts.

She plopped down next to her mother and hung her head low to the table. I brought our food in and sat across from her with Emily on my right. Em slid the newspaper towards me and I immediately went for the most important section—the comics. After enjoying Peanuts, Blondie and Wizard of ID I started in on the crossword. Emily was entranced with her phone again and Stacey followed suit.

"Stace, you up for game night tonight?" I called out.

"Sure, sounds like fun." She replied, "What are we going to play?"

"Hmm, I'm thinking some old school N64 for my piece. How about you?"

"Clue." Stacey stated frankly.

"Alright, I've got to run." Emily jumped in. "Love you two and be ready to lose a game of Scrabble!"

I moved back from the table and headed to the door with Em. Stacey stayed, slowly eating her breakfast while Em and I exchanged our goodbyes.

"Love you babe, have a good day at work." I spoke gently while holding my love in our driveway.

"Love you too, looking forward to tonight." Emily smiled and tiptoed to kiss me.

I grabbed her and pulled tight, kissing her deeply while kneading her lovely ass. Em and I held that pose for a while, neither one wanting to break off. I slowly began to work one hand up her side and eventually under her breast.

"No no! I've got to go!" Emily giggled and pulled away.

"Ok, love you." I leaned in and kissed her again. "Drive safe." We kissed again.

"Love you too." Emily batted my hand away from her breast and fell into her car seat.

Emily left for work soon after and I turned around to see our curtains wiggle, as if someone had been watching us. When I got back inside Stacey had left the table and her plate—I assumed to go get dressed. I finished my crossword and breakfast and then tidied the dishes and leftovers. Stacey rushed downstairs.

"Hey dad, I'm headed to school!" she called out running towards the door.

"Stop right there young lady," I commanded.

Stacey froze, half inside half out. I walked from the kitchen to the door and brought my girl within arm's reach

"Have a good day. Be safe, love you." I leaned in for my morning hug and kissed her on the forehead.

"Thanks Dad!" Stacey looked up and gave me a peck on the lips. Or at least it started as a peck. It quickly turned into a deep kiss—rivaling the one I had just given her mother. "Better practice for tonight!"

"Practice what?" I responded absently, still in shock at how much I had enjoyed kissing my daughter.

"Your N64 silly. You're going down!"

"Ha! Not on your life." I came back to Earth. "Get out of here. Drive safe."

"Always! Love you!" Stacey fled to her car.

With her car rumbling out of ear shot I shut and locked the door. I stood there for a minute wondering what had gotten into my girl... As confused as I was, I liked it. A lot.

I went to our basement gym for a quick lift—nothing fancy, just moved the barbell around to shake out the cobwebs. I spent the rest of the morning doing odds and ends around the house—sweeping, scrubbing, cleaning, tidying, laundry... endless laundry. Two girls makes for a miserly amount of washing, drying, sorting and folding. Still, it had to be done. When I was nearly finished I took a break to down a couple of beers as a reward for wrapping up.

I took Stacey's clothes to her room and began to tuck them away neatly. After opening her underwear drawer I noted her diary. It was no secret that she had a diary, or where she kept it, but I had never thought twice about it. As I stared at the notebook I began to wonder if it had any clues to the change in her behavior.

I set the clothes on top of her dresser and removed her diary from the drawer. After heading to her bed I cracked it open to the last entry, a couple of days ago:

"Coach K is a total bitch. She made us run double suicides today because one of the girls was late..."

I skimmed a month or so back:

"I told Andrew I wasn't ready to commit to anyone right now. And certainly wasn't ready to have sex with him."

That's my girl. "I never liked him anyway," I cheered in my mind. Maybe that was it? She broke up with Andrew and now was reaching out for something to fill the gap? I thumbed forward a couple of pages:

The WEIRDEST thing happened in field hockey today. Jessica got to practice late (AGAIN!) and Coach K told her to wait after practice for her discipline. I told her that totally sucks but Jessica told me during practice she was ok with it. And she kind of smirked. I didn't know what to think of it. So after the showers I got dressed and hid in the equipment locker to see what her punishment was going to be.

Jessica sat on the bench in her uniform and seemed kind of excited. She sat straight up with her chest out like she was being assessed for proper form. She had changed into a clean uniform—crisp blue and white pleats in her skirt trailed up to her v-neck that hugged her boobs nicely; her blue bra was just visible under the top. Jes even had a blue bow in her honey brown hair, pinning it up into a bun. If I didn't know better I would've said she was dressing to impress her boyfriend—I couldn't help but think how beautiful she was.

That's when Coach K walked in, her blonde hair swaying as she walked towards Jess. Coach seemed to have put just as much attention into her dress—she had changed from her track suit into the business suit she wears to our matches. She had a pair of black heels that led into her tanned legs and up to her muscular thighs. Her skirt seemed to be hemmed a bit too short and perfectly hugged her plump ass. Her black blazer picked up there and tapered into her tiny waist before bowing out again at her breasts—large milky breasts that were on display now more than usual.

"You know how I treat little girls who are always late." Coach stated.

Jess started to unbutton her jersey.

"What was she doing!?" I screamed in my mind.

"No!" coach snapped and pressed her back to the bench, pinning her down. It looked kind of painful but Jess didn't seem to mind. Then coach K sat up and straddled her and started to take Jessica's jersey off herself."

I paused my reading, "Whoa," I stated aloud, startling myself. "So it sounds like Stacey's Coach really likes her girls..."

Coach started kissing Jess as she got her top off, revealing her pretty breasts still perfectly pinned by her blue bra. Coach started with Jesi's forehead and worked her way down, taking her time to kiss every inch of her face and neck. When she got to her chest Coach K started nibbling at her bra. I could see thick trails of saliva being left every time she went back for more of the fabric. Jesi's chest was heaving up and down and I noticed she was petting her nana while coach licked her breasts.

Then coach worked her hands up and slid Jesi's bra off, exposing her boobs. I couldn't help but admire how nice her breasts were—they were perfectly sized and tan with very pretty nipples that were hard as a rock.

Coach agreed I think, because she cupped both of them and started kissing each very tenderly, then licking and letting the nipples get slick. Jess arched her back up and began to moan a little. I was a little jealous—I wanted to know what it felt like!

I could feel my skin getting flush and so I shifted as quietly as I could so I could cup my own boobs. They were maybe a bit larger than Jesi's and the feeling of my wet fingers on my nipples was delicious. It must've felt even better having Coach to do it for her.

Coach took off her blazer and tossed it onto another bench. She resumed kissing Jess, moving lower with each kiss until she got to Jesi's skirt. She kissed a little more and then all I could see was Coach's blonde hair tangling with Jesi's blue pleats; soon they were flipped up exposing her panties. Jesi had her lucky pink Under Armour panties on. Coach immediately began licking her nana through her panties—Jesi's chest was heaving with delight; She had a smile on her face as she leaned back and closed her eyes; Jess brought her hands to Coach's and they locked fingers while Coach continued slurping at her panties.

I slipped my hand into my own panties and started to rub my nana. I was startled to find I was very wet, oozing some kind of slick fluid. I rubbed circles around my lips to spread my warm slick juice; I tried to match my movements to Coach's lips and after a while, decided to take a taste myself. My juice was sweet and pungent and delicious—I loved it!

I eagerly licked my fingers before going back to rubbing myself; I noticed my clitoris was hard; Coach K taught our sex-ed class that the clit gets hard when you're aroused and helps make sex fun for girls—so I started rubbing it, and boy was she right. Why had I never done this before? Each pass over my little nub was heaven!

My girl was masturbating to the sight of her teacher eating her best friend. I couldn't believe what I was reading. And from the sounds of her writing this may have been her first time, too:

Coach moved Jesi's panties aside and then started licking her directly. Jess has a very pretty nana. Her's was shaved clean (maybe I should do that?). Then Coach slipped a couple of fingers into Jess—I could see the wave of delight roll up Jesi's body to her mouth, letting out a loud moan. Coach kept stroking and after a while Jess was moaning real loud and writhing around on the bench. Then she sighed and collapsed on the bench. Coach kissed her nana a couple of times before slurping her juice up and working her way to Jesi's mouth; they kissed deeply and I could see Coach pushing Jesi's juice into her mouth—Jess seemed to enjoy that. If she tasted anything like me, I'm sure I would've like it too.

I was still petting myself; each stroke of my warm nana sent a wave of hot pleasure through my tummy that made my whole body tingle. I could feel the pleasure getting more intense, like waves that rose and crashed; each wave grew higher before cresting and pushing butterflies into my tummy, making my skin run flush. I could feel small beads of sweat forming on my brow as I silently rode my waves of pleasure.

Coach stood up and removed her blouse and black bra while Jess laid onto a towel on the floor; Coach's beautiful breasts tumbled out like silky pillows, sagging under their creamy weight. She stepped carefully around Jesi's curvy body before kneeling down on the towel over Jess; she paused, hovering over my friend's face. Coach remained knelt there for a moment looking down at Jess—Coach's toned body bristled in the chilly locker room. Her breasts radiated desire into the crisp air, punctuated by her erect nipples. Her flat and toned stomach rippled down to her black miniskirt and powerful thighs. Coach's nana was right over top of Jesi's face; Jesi licked her lips while staring up Coach's skirt. Her arms were pinned to her side by Coach's legs.

Coach caressed Jesi, moving her hair away, before grasping the back of her head and lowering herself onto Jesi's face. I assume coach wasn't wearing panties because she instantly smiled and began slowly sawing back and forth on Jesi's face. With each thrust Coach's skirt began to ride up, eventually revealing my friend's face buried deep in Coach's nana.

I stroked myself in unison with Coach's thrusting. I could feel my heart pounding and each furious caress of my nana sent shockwaves up my spine. I cupped my hand over my mouth and desperately fought the urge to yell with delight; I felt a pulsating wave of heat shudder through my pussy and slosh into my hand, soaking my panties. My exhausted body collapsed into the padding in the tiny locker, making a loud THUD I was sure Coach or Jess had heard.

I peered out again, worried I'd been caught, but quickly realized the pair was still consumed in their own pleasure. Coach was furiously humping into Jesi now; her breasts were bouncing around as she craned her neck back; her crinkled brow and flushed face froze—after a few more strokes Coach let out a visceral shudder and clamped her legs tight around Jesi's mouth.

They remained there for a minute until coach started to get up; Jess gasped loudly for air. As Coach stood I could see Jess more clearly and she was soaked in Coach's fluid. Coach leaned over and kissed her as she helped her to her feet.

"Hit the shower. Don't be late tomorrow," Was all Coach said.

SLAM.

I looked up, startled again. The door had just slammed shut. I looked at my watch, "Oh man, it's already two! That must be Stacey getting home!" I hurried over to the dresser and put her diary back. I noticed that I had become rock hard reading my daughter's entries.

I could hear Stacey's footsteps coming up the stairs. I frantically started putting clothes away and tried to act natural. Stacey rounded the corner into her room.

"Oh hey dad," She coolly greeted me.

"Hey babe," I responded, painfully aware of the tent in my pants as I stood in front of my daughter. "How was school?"

"Oh, it was good... seemed to drag on today. I'm looking forward to a nice shower. Could you start one for me?"

"Sure babe."

I awkwardly crossed the room to her bathroom, trying to hide my erection until I was out of sight. Once in, I let out a sigh of relief and started the water. I took the chance to reposition my cock so it was a little less obvious.

"Thanks dad."

I heard Stacey behind me, "Sure thing," I responded turning around, not quite prepared for what I saw.

There my baby stood, naked, save a tiny towel wrapped tightly from her breast to her hips. The towel was barely covering her nipples and stopped just shy of covering her round ass. Stacey looked up at me with her beautiful sapphire eyes and bit her lower lip. Her soft skin radiated and showed off her inviting neck and toned shoulders—I couldn't help but picture her sequestered in a uniform locker licking her breasts and rubbing her pussy.

Those perky breasts were pushed up by the tightly wrapped towel, each one a perfect globe, absolutely luscious with just a hint of her tan nipple peeking above the cotton. I continued down her body, admiring her curvy hips and the hint of her mound, before taking in her muscular legs. I wondered if this is what she saw in her field hockey coach—tight, sleek, toned legs wrapped in perfect skin. She looked like an exotic feline—her raven black hair pinned in a sloppy bun and muscles bristling in her sleek, sexy body.

Stacey stepped in closer to me, until her chest was pressed to mine. She arched up on her tiptoes and kissed me, this time dispensing with the peck and going straight for a deep embrace. I hesitated at first but returned her kiss. We stood there in her bathroom, my erection pressing into my baby girl, who was wearing just a thin piece of cotton. My hands tenderly stroked her soft arms down to her tiny waist. As we continued I could feel Stacey's tongue beginning to lick across my lips before pushing into my mouth.

I let her in and savored her hot tongue on my own. Each slosh from her mouth made me want her even more; I clutched the back of her head and pressed her mouth deeply into my own; I took my turn at invading her with my own tongue. Her tiny mouth was warm and silky; my tongue rolled around, exploring her mouth and savoring her taste. Stacey slurped deeply, trying to inhale my tongue.

I felt Stacey's hand drifting towards my pants and begin to massage my erection through my jeans. I came up for air, re-grounded in reality by the caressing of my cock.

Stace pulled back, "Thank—woops!" she called out as her towel came undone and fell in a heap on the floor.

I stood there like an oaf and stared at my gorgeous daughter's perfect body. Stacey re-cupped my cock which begged to be sprung from its prison. Every curve of her body had a hint of muscle under a layer of soft skin that radiated life like the sun. The bathroom was quickly filling with steam causing beads of water to form on her skin; the beads swelled up on her breasts and hardened her nipples. Her flat stomach traced down to her perfectly bare pussy. I guess she copied Jess after all.

Stacey moved by me and released my cock; smiling coyly she got into the shower, "Hey, can you do me?"

I stared blankly at her nubile body, "What?"

"My back, can you do me?"

"What?"

Stacey giggled—her mother's giggle. "Can you wash my back? I can't reach."

"Oh, uh. I uh. I think. Uhh..." I heard myself stammer.

"Pleeeease?"

"Uh, ok... Just... uh, once."

I fumbled towards the shower and reached out towards my daughter. She raised a loofa to meet my hand, already sudsy, and turned away from me; I was greeted with a lovely view of her teen butt. Her round ass jutted towards me like a juicy peach, begging to be caressed.

I began to work the lather into her back, starting at her shoulders while my gaze remained locked on her ass. Each circular stroke washed her soft skin in white foam that oozed down her back towards the drain. I worked my way down her spine, each vertebrae was a soft lump in her toned back; I used my free hand to hold her hip still while I worked lower.

I passed her lower back and tail bone, finally reaching her bubbly ass. My circular strokes turned from soft caressing to firm groping. I kneaded her ass in my strong hands, savoring each roll of her skin and allowing it to plop heavily with each stroke. After several rolls of each cheek I ran my hand between them; shallowly at first, then deeper. I traveled further forward with each stroke; I could feel that I was massaging her tiny cooch now. Her wet warmth sank into my hand as each stroke weakened her knees.

Stacey looked back at me, "Can you close the door, it's cold." She pleaded with a nod, inviting me in.

I was dizzy with lust for my daughter. Every bone in my body wanted to climb in with her, "Sure thing babe. I think you're all set."

I set the loofa on the faucet and gave Stace a peck on the cheek before shutting the shower door. I turned around and paused a second before exiting her bathroom as quickly as possible. On my way out of her room I stared at the dresser with her diary and wondered what other encounters she's had. I shut Stacey's door behind me and rested my back against it, my hands wet and cool in the hall air.

"You almost fucked up Jack." I thought aloud.

I decided to make myself unavailable until Emily got home. There's no way I wanted to talk about what had just happened, let alone put myself in a position where it could happen again. I finished sorting the laundry and started to prep dinner. I looked at the clock—4 p.m. Where was Em? She said today was going to be a short day.