Daddy's Valentine

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.