Safe and Warm

I fought to think of all things non-erotic to suppress my arousal, just as I had done as a teenager in the classroom. Work, church, football...anything to ensure Kristin would not feel the stiff snake nearly ready to slither between her thighs.

While I could have held her all night, I assumed she would be more comfortable in bed. Regaining a measure of composure, I took the opportunity to act. Lowering my mouth to her ear, I whispered, "Are you awake, honey?"

"Hmm, what...ah, yes, Daddy," she sighed.

Although she had used it before, hearing Kris sensually mutter, "Daddy," made me tingle all over. In my wildest dreams I had never imagined anything so incredibly sweet but stupefyingly sexy, so unlike the raw emotions of my recent drunken hookup. Collecting myself, I stated, "Time for bed."

I led Kristin to my guestroom, where we shared an extended hug at the doorway. After finally separating, Kristin thrust her lips towards mine for a brief goodnight kiss. Somehow, it felt so right. An amazing end to flawless night.

After living alone for a few years, I had dismissed most normal conventions. As such, I rarely wore clothes to bed and never shut the interior doors to my home. Respecting my houseguest, I donned a pair of light sweatpants before settling in for the night.

Moments later, I caught the faint pitter patter of feet. From my open doorway, Kristin inquired, "Dad?"

Of late my mind had been running roughshod over me. In my search for practical answers, perhaps I had read too many internet sites devoted to father/daughter relationships, and too deeply pondered the possibilities. I shook my head to clear the illicit thoughts. "Yes, sweetie?"

"I forgot to pack pajamas. Can I borrow something?" she asked innocently.

"Of course, what would you like?"

"Just a tee shirt, please."

When I turned from the dresser, I found Kristin directly behind me. After handing her a comfy cotton shirt, she pulled me into yet another hug. We held the embrace for a moment, before I channeled my fatherly instincts and gave her a playful slap on the bottom, "Now off to bed."

"Ouch," she squeaked cutely and hopped away. At the door she turned, and whispered, "Night, Daddy."

"Sweet dreams, princess."

Kristin remained still as stone. Glowing, she shared, "I don't think I'll ever get used to you calling me princess."

"I'm sorry," I muttered, unsure of what else to say.

"Don't apologize, I love it." Her eyes sparkled in the soft light, before she silently turned and was gone.

With swirling thoughts and emotions twisting my mind, I knew sleep would not come easy. As I rested my head upon the pillow, I tried to take stock of the everything. Somehow, I could not reconcile my two halves; the one that loved Kristin and the one that was falling in love with her. I wanted desperately to be a good parent, better than she had ever even dreamed about. But a growing part of me simply wanted her.

I tossed and turned restlessly for what seemed like hours, before I heard my cell phone rattle nearby. Set to vibrate since I was so often in meetings, it danced uncontrollably atop my bedside table. Corralling it in my hand, I read a text from Kristin, "Are u up?"

After taking a moment for my eyes to adjust, I typed back, "Yes."

Seconds later, my phone trembled again, "Can't sleep?"

"No, you too?"

"Nope."

It seemed crazy to be texting a person no more than fifteen yards away from me, but at the time I was happy for some safe distance between us.

Before I could respond, she typed, "What's keeping u up?"

We had been down this road before, and I was reluctant to go there again. But there was no way I could articulate my thoughts in a brief message, particularly at that hour. I texted back a half truth, "Just a lot going on at work right now."

Work was insane, of course, yet it was ever thus. My private life now seemed almost impossibly even crazier.

"Honestly?" she typed back.

"Yes."

"So this has nothing to do with me?"

I pride myself on being quick on my feet, yet at that moment fumbled. I began a few responses, but quickly deleted them. Taking a deep breath, I finally clicked, "Maybe just a little."

"May I come in?"

My small phone display glowed as I read the words over and over again. I really wanted to be in her presence again, but I was also scared of my darker feelings. If I opened the door, would Kristin somehow peer into my soul and learn the father she had always sought was unworthy of her love?

"Let's talk in the morning after breakfast," I replied, hoping to defer an awkward conversation until I could come up with an explanation or excuse.

"Of course," she replied. "Night Daddy."

Whew! With her inquisitive nature, I was surprised Kristin had given in so readily. I assumed that had bought me a few hours - perhaps not a restful night's sleep, but at least some alone time and better than nothing.

Kris apparently had other ideas. Just minutes later, my ears were drawn to a noise from the hallway. Silhouetted in the glow of the nightlights down the hall, I noticed a lithe figure, tall and lean, arrive at my door.

"Knock, knock," she uttered confidently.

"Hey, umm...what?" I stammered.

Kristin tapped on the light switch with her elbow, illuminating the room.

I glanced towards the clock upon my bedside table, as my eyes adjusted to the light. 1:47 am. Was this really happening?

Sitting up, I shook my head and asked, "Do you know what time it is?"

"It's breakfast time," she replied cheerily.

My groggy mind scrambled to respond, yet I was unable to articulate coherent thoughts.

While she may have just gotten out of bed, Kristin looked like she had spent hours preparing for the moment. The overhead lighting glistened off her golden hair as she boldly sauntered forward. Clad only in my faded orange tee, the hem of which rested slightly over mid-thigh, she somehow looked like a runway model in a casual dress.

In her hands she held a tray, on top of which sat a bowl filled with cereal, a cup of milk and a glass of juice; I'm sure the only things she could find in my Spartan kitchen on short notice. Kristin placed the folding tray over my lap, and then wiggled onto the bed beside me. "Eat," she instructed firmly.

Overtired, I simply gave in. It did not feel like the time for a test of wills.

After I forced the cereal down, Kristin immediately stood to set the tray aside. She then climbed back in, and snuggled tightly against me. She turned to peer towards the alarm clock, then looked up at me with a devilish grin. "So, it's morning...and after breakfast. Can we talk now?"

I could only chuckle at her boldness. "Do I have a choice?"

"Nope," she replied, with a cute sideways flick of her hair.

We stared at one another for a short time, while I attempted to collect my thoughts. An over-tired male, alongside a spectacular, scantily-clad female, was not exactly the perfect recipe for a clear head.

Kris, however, would not be deterred, "What about me is keeping you up?"

How on earth could I explain my thoughts and feelings? In recent weeks, visions of Kristin had invaded every inch of my gray matter; in ways I had never imagined possible. And having her there beside me was almost overwhelming.

But this astonishing soul was my own child. My only recently revealed but still scientifically proven biological daughter. Everything seemed so fresh and raw, I was afraid to speak.

To avoid Kristin's gaze, I peered downward. I found the shirt I had provided her at bedtime had ridden even higher up her tanned thighs, almost to her crotch. Immediately, I was transported back in time -- to finding her mom's sexy little black panties. I couldn't help but wonder if a similar treasure was hiding just beyond my sight.

Reluctantly, I looked upwards. When our eyes met once more, Kristin reiterated, "So, what about me is keeping you up? There must be something."

I could only gawk at her in wonder. Kris appeared to be a perplexing mix of vulnerability and strength, and seemed to sincerely desire the truth - even if it hurt.

Although I wanted to mirror her integrity, I was nonetheless desperate to keep my dark desires hidden safely away. A gorgeous creature like Kristin undoubtably had endured overt flirtation, or even aggressive harassment from countless men in her lifetime. She certainly didn't need to add another creep to the list.

Numerous explanations rifled through my head as I contemplated my best option. In the end, I went with a safe but loving one. I'd hoped to formulate a more thorough response, but broke down and muttered honestly, "I just wish...I had been there for you. From the beginning."

Until that time, I naively believed I had to somehow justify each and every moment of our separation. Yet I found all Krissy needed to know was that I cared at all.

She gave me a big squeeze, and whispered thoughtfully, "It's not your fault." As tears began to streak her face, she added, "How could you have known?"

Lost in her pooling eyes, I replied, "I'm sorry. I'm just so sorry."

Kristin whimpered as she wiggled closer and tightened her arms about me. We basked in the comfort of our loving embrace for a few minutes, before she finally lifted her head. "You have nothing to be sorry about. Nothing." Kissing my cheek, she added, "I'm so happy you're my daddy."

"Daddy." The mere mention had become like a personal dog whistle, and I perked up every time I heard it. If I had a tail, it would be wagging excitedly.

She rocked sideways to get more comfortable, then finally seemed to settle in. Over several minutes, Krissy gradually went limp in my arms. When I heard a subtle whistling sound escape her cute nose, I knew she was out. All my daughter's little idiosyncrasies seemed adorable, and I hoped to learn each and every one of them.

Kristin's lithe young body was awkwardly folded against me, so I hugged her closely and slowly eased us lower down the bed. I basked in her shallow breathing against my neck, before sleep finally shepherded me away too.

When I awoke in the morning, I found my face awash in copious amounts of brilliant blonde hair. My arms were wrapped comfortably around a warm body, tightly pulled against me - my front side to her back. My morning wood pressed firmly against supple butt cheeks.

As the fog of slumber lifted, a shocking recognition set in. "Oh, shit!" I silently screamed in my head. Realizing just who I was spooning, I quickly shuffled backwards. With a few inches between us, I breathed easier as Kristin had not stirred. Hopefully, a crisis averted.

I remained motionless, as I attempted to take stock of the situation. My eyes slowly scanned downwards, until I noticed the swell of Krissy's bottom. The tee shirt I shared had drifted up, affording a view of twin cheeks, tightly encased in a skimpy pair of white lace panties. The fabric nearly glowed in the morning light against her tanned skin, holding my gaze.

Moments later I heard Kristin groan slightly, as she flopped onto her back.

"Morning, sweetie," I greeted her.

"Ohh, umm...morning," Kristin gasped, seemingly surprised to find me beside her. She stretched her arms above her head, and let out a long, contented sigh, then rolled towards me. With a few wiggles of her hips, we were once again pressed together, her forehead resting in the nape of my neck.

Kristin leaned back and ran a hand through her hair, pulling it away from her face. Settling her head on a pillow, she innocently asked, "So, what should we do today?"

I had been so focused on seeing her, I hadn't contemplated other plans beyond taking the day off, anticipating a possible overnight stay. I know guys are supposed to be take charge types, so I felt a bit silly responding, "Anything you'd like."

"I just want to spend time with you."

"You've got me," I replied happily.

"Thank you."

The room remained quiet, until Kristin purred, "Hmm, this is nice. Would you mind if we just slept in?"

"Not in the least," I replied truthfully. What red blooded straight male wouldn't want to snuggle an angel?

It amazed me how we had gone from strangers to cuddle buddies in such a short period of time. Like me, she seemed utterly content with our new reality. Feeling a comforting warmth between us, I again slowly drifted off to sleep.

An hour or so later I stirred, sensing an unexpected movement nearby. I watched as Kristin exited the bed, then silently made her way towards my bathroom. Moments later, I heard the door reopen just before she crawled back in beside me. After another extended round of snuggling, we both reluctantly agreed it was time to face the day.

I couldn't help but think of Kris as I soaped my overheated groin in the shower, as I imagined what she might be doing at that very moment just down the hall in my guest bathroom. Water was surely cascading through her golden tresses and down her supple young body, like a rain goddess happily dancing under stormy skies.

My eyes closed tightly as I mentally pictured lathering every inch of her perfect frame. I could almost see and feel my hands wandering Krissy's soft skin, from her long legs to her slender shoulders -- and of course everything in between. I knew it was wrong, but I was in sensory overload. Unable to help myself, I began stroking my cock. Soon, the rhythmic rubbing of my hand began to escalate until blast after blast of hot cum erupted from deep within.

I was left reeling after one of the most powerful orgasms of my life, and fought to regain my breath. The soothing waterflow relaxed my body, but could not turn off my troubled mind. After carefully rinsing away all evidence of my debauchery, I exited the shower.

Knowing what I had done, I felt immense guilt when we reconvened in the living room. Kris appeared untroubled, blissfully unaware of my behavior. Soon we were in my car headed towards my favorite neighborhood breakfast spot.

Sitting across from one another in the close confines of the booth, I couldn't help but soak her in. Although dressed casually, Kris simply looked amazing. Prettier than anyone I had ever seen done up for a night on the town.

Over brunch, we planned our day. It appeared Kristin had long fantasied about spending time with her dad, so she came prepared with numerous options. Since a world-renowned zoo was near my home, we checked that one off her list and headed out.

Shortly after entering the grounds, Kristin grasped my hand and entwined her fingers within my own. Our palms felt wonderful together as they swayed easily between us while we walked.

I was slightly curious what observers thought. Did they know we were father and daughter, meandering about the place as family? Or did they think we were a couple, a handsome older man, escorting his sumptuous younger girlfriend?

Kristin stopped to view all the animals, and attentively read every informational display. Between exhibits, she would often halt, and turn into me for a hug. After sharing a brief embrace, she typically snapped a selfie. Although not a picture guy, I happily indulged her.

We enjoyed a late lunch upon leaving the zoo, then took a lazy afternoon stroll downtown. We hit a few art galleries, and in one were fortunate enough to catch an amazing glass blowing demonstration. The studio was quite hot, yet Kristin held my hand throughout. Later, we settled in for dinner at a quaint bistro.

Over our meal, Kris spoke excitedly about the day, easily recounting facts she had learned about the animals. While I had been captivated by her beauty from the start, I found myself charmed by her infectious enthusiasm and curious mind.

On the drive home, I could barely contain a nervous energy. Our time together had seemed more like a date than a daddy-daughter outing, which was unsurprising given I had never before been a dad. Holding hands with a beautiful younger woman under a bright sky was astounding. Her smiles and hugs were like soothing balms to my often-cynical soul.

Once home, we settled into our now familiar places on the couch. Kristin snuggled close, "Thank you for the amazing day."

Although it seemed we had walked more than I had in months, I was not fatigued. Krissy's attitude rubbed off on me and I was wired. "My pleasure, sweetie. Thanks for coming along."

After a brief respite, Kristin inquired, "What was your favorite part of the day?"

"Just spending it with you," I responded truthfully.

"Oh, Daddy, you're the best," she gasped, and pressed her head deeper into my neck.

After her question, I felt the need to ask the same. Kristin simply replied, "Everything."

We both basked in the warmth between us for some time. Minutes later, Kristin leaned back and peered up into my eyes. "So, which animal was your favorite?"

I thought for a while, then shared, "The giraffes."

"Why?"

"Because they reminded me of you."

"How so?" she asked with a cute, furrowed brow.

I was afraid my answer might be too over the top, but wanted Kris to know I adored her. "Well, they're tall, fair, and beautiful...just like you."

"Oh goodness!" she gasped, and again hugged me tightly.

Kristin finally peeled her face from my chest, and looked at me intently. "Know what animal I liked most?"

Had I raised her; I may have guessed, but at the moment I was clueless. "Hmm, no idea."

"The male lion."

"Because?" I asked.

"Because he keeps the pride safe and is even attentive to the cubs," she said softly. Gliding her fingertips lightly up my neck, she added, "He's handsome and has a full mane of light hair...just like you."

Kristin's gentle touch made me shudder. Although not overtly sexual, her action certainly seemed sensual - like shared intimacy between lovers. Blood again flowed to my cock.

With slightly flushed cheeks, she peered longingly towards me and asked, "You'll always keep me safe, won't you, Daddy?"

"Yeah, umm...yes, of course," I stammered, lost in her sparkling eyes.

Kristin blushed an even deeper shade of red, then buried her head in my chest once more.

I tried to be sweet with my giraffe comment, but wow! Kristin had taken things to an entirely different level. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me?

If we were any other two people in the entire world, our actions would surely be deemed flirtatious. Yet we were father and daughter. Just what the hell was going on?

Kris and I snuggled together for at least another half hour. I absolutely adored having her in my arms, and was growing confident she loved being held by me as well. In spite of my conflicted emotions, embracing her felt right.

Locked together for so long, my eyes wandered. I found myself again mesmerized by Kristin's lovely hair, just inches below my face. The long, flowing locks appeared like spun gold. Much like she had done with me, I slowly eased my fingers into her tresses at the nape of her neck, then traced them upwards.

My teasing fingertips thrillingly elicited soft whimpers. Kristin occasionally rolled her head, as if basking in the attention, likely experiencing for herself a measure of the pleasure she had provided me.

Krissy finally turned her face in my direction. She appeared so vulnerable; I couldn't help myself. I first brought my mouth to her forehead, and gave it a fatherly peck. Without time to contemplate my actions, I then lowered my lips to hers until they touched.

Although brief, something seemed to happen between us. After backing slightly away, I thought I heard a disappointed groan from below. I understood completely as I could have kissed Kris all night. Sadly, someone had to be the adult. In spite of my arousal, I whispered, "Time for bed, sweetie."

"Aww, can't we just stay here?" Kristin whined. "I love snuggling with you."

Never before had a woman stared at me so longingly, and every fiber of my being tingled. Slipping my hands under her ass, I lifted her off the couch, "Let's go."