Daddy's Valentine

"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.