Becky was still embarrassed at her display of jealousy earlier that day, and vowed to not be that way any longer. She felt she was being a baby about things, and admitted to herself that she needed to grow up, in more ways than one.
When she arrived home, she thought about how she was going to, frankly, make her dreams come true. She couldn’t bring herself to do what Beth and Stacey had done; one accidentally, the other quite on purpose.
Likewise, she had no intention of invoking any memory of her dear departed mother, like Laurie had done, since that was guaranteed to only make her father even sadder. Just remembering her mom, and how sick she was at the end, made her sad just now.
Then it hit her. The solution was right in front of her. In fact, she had told the Girls herself earlier that day. The Woman of the House.
All she had to do was be the person she already was; be the Woman of the House. Now, did she have the courage to FULLY become that person?
*****
Late that night, Becky softly knocked on her father’s bedroom door. “Daddy?” She asked softly, turning the knob and opening the door. He had just gone to bed a few minutes earlier, but she knew he wasn’t asleep yet, mainly because he wasn’t snoring.
Bill leaned up on his side. He liked to sleep in total darkness, and the light from the hallway backlit her so that she looked like an angel. “What is it, princess?”
Becky walked into his room, wearing an oversized t-shirt. He could see the outline of her rapidly growing curves as the hall light shone through the thin material. “I want to sleep here tonight, Daddy.”
“Why? What happened?”
“It… it was just a dream, Dad.”
“Oh… Sweetie, I’m sorry.” Rebecca had experienced bad dreams ever since her mom had gotten really sick, and couldn’t stay at home anymore. They had dissipated over the last several months, but they still cropped up from time to time.
She closed the door behind her, engulfing them both in darkness again. She took the two steps to the side of the bed, and said, “Now, scoot over.”
Although Bill wasn’t asleep when she walked in, he was a bit groggy, and even though it had been a while, he was relatively used to her wanting to sleep with him after a bad dream, so he simply complied with her request, and moved over to the far side of the mattress.
Usually, Rebecca had a favorite blanket she would bring in the bed with her, but she left it in her room tonight. This was important, because Bill slept in the nude, as he had done since he was a teenager.
Becky quickly removed her sleep shirt in the dark, absent-mindedly rubbing her breasts, pinching her nipples to hardness, then lifted the quilt and crawled in behind him, before he had a chance to object.
She pressed her firm teenage tits to his back, reveling in the wonderful sensation of pressing her painfully erect nipples to his back, as well as the way the hair there tickled her sensitive flesh. “Oooh, you’re so warm, Daddy.” She wrapped her arm around his tummy, gently stroking the fur she found there, as well. She rubbed her bare legs against his, insinuating one of hers between his.
Sleepily, Bill felt her snuggle up to him, and smiled. It was nice and warm. Suddenly, he became aware of two distinctly pointy objects pressing into his back, and he awoke instantly. “Uh… sweetheart?”
“Mmmm… yes, Daddy?” she replied.
“Are you…” he cleared his throat. “Did you take off your shirt?”
“Uh-hmm.” She hugged him tighter. “It’s so much warmer this way!”
“But, baby,” he objected, “You can’t do that.”
“Why not? You’re totally naked, and at least I’m wearing panties.”
“But… I’m naked!”
“I believe we already covered that factoid, Dad.”
“Sweetie, don’t make this hard…”
Bill could hear her giggle in the dark. “Speak for yourself, Dad!”
“Rebecca! I’m being serious.”
“Sorry, Dad.” she replied meekly, and kissed his back by way of apology. That sent a shiver up Bill’s spine.
“I… I think you should go back to your bedroom, sweetheart.”
“What’s the big deal? I’ve slept here before bunches of times.”
“Well, then, put your shirt back on, please.”
Becky knew he would be skittish, but rather than let him have his way, decided instead to turn it up a notch. Feeling his body against hers like this emboldened her. “Please, Daddy? It really is nice and warm this way.” She pressed herself to him even tighter.
“I know, baby girl, but… but it just isn’t right, okay?” Bill said as he tried to pull away.
“Oh, pooh. It feels right to me.” She snuggled in tight. “Just… let me stay here tonight, please?”
Bill sighed. “I don’t know…”
Becky said, “It’s not like anything’s gonna happen, Dad. Let’s just go to sleep, okay?”
Bill was struggling with a couple thoughts. First, it WAS nice and warm with her snuggled up to him. Second, she was right; nothing was going to happen, so no harm, no foul, right?
But then he realized how wonderful her soft breasts felt pressed into him, as well as her naked thigh between his equally naked legs, tantalizing close to his genitals, plus her hand rubbing circles on his tummy, and his body betrayed him, resulting in a full-blown hard-on.
He had to get her out of his bed before she noticed it, but she wouldn’t leave without knowing why, and he could never admit how turned on he was right now. Maybe it was best to just let sleeping dogs lie, so to speak. Give it a few minutes, and the erection will go away, right?
But what if she suddenly moved her hand lower? She would surely come into contact with his now-raging manhood. His prick actually jumped at that thought, subconsciously, it seemed, wanting that precise thing to happen.
Becky felt his stomach clench under her hand, and while she didn’t make the connection between those muscles and the ones under his groin, it inspired her to rub him there. “Are you okay, Daddy?”
“Why… why do you ask, sweetie?”
“It’s just… well, your tummy feels jumpy, and you’re breathing funny, I guess.”
Bill was cornered, and sighed heavily. “Well, baby girl, I… I’m not used to… being in bed with a beaut… well, with a naked woman, and…”
Becky gasped, more for effect than anything else. She knew EXACTLY what she had done to him. “DAD… did you… are you… hard… because of ME?”
“Please don’t hate me, sweetie, it… it’ll go away soon, I’m sure.”
“Hate you? Are you kidding? Dad, I LOVE you!” She kissed his back again, causing an involuntary moan from her father. “Am I really turning you on?”
“Oh, baby, I’m so ashamed…”
“That is SO cool!” Before Bill could object, she reached down to grasp his stiff cock. “Wow, Dad, you’re so BIG!” Now she was gasping for real, once she felt a real live stiff prick in her hand for the first time in her young life. “Oh my God! Dad! It’s so HARD!”
Bill was shocked that his sweet daughter was so brazenly stroking his cock, but secretly he wanted it to happen as well. It had been so long since any hands other than his had stroked him there, he just let it happen.
“This is amazing!” Becky tried to remember everything she had ever heard or read about how to properly handle a man’s stiff prick. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and was amazed that her thumb only barely touched her fingertips. She moved her hand up and down, squeezing gently. “Am I doing this right, Dad? Does it feel alright to you?”
This was torture. He LOVED what she was doing, but desperately needed her to stop jerking off his penis. “I… Oh!… Baby girl…Please… Oh!”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, Dad,” Becky giggled. His skin was so soft, yet underneath was as hard as stone. It pulsed in her hand, a thrilling reminder that it was alive beneath her ministrations.
Bill still laid on his side, not believing this was happening. His own sweet daughter was jerking him off! It was so wrong, so forbidden, yet her little hand felt so good on his stiff cock. He rolled over slightly to give her better access to his tool.
“Mmm, I can’t believe how HOT it is!” Becky exclaimed. She ran her fingers around the ridge, which made his dick jump, eliciting a giggle from her. “That’s a real sensitive spot, huh, Dad?”
“Yeah, baby…” he replied, breathlessly. Lying in the darkness, he was desperately trying to imagine it was someone; ANYONE; other than his sweet, innocent daughter giving him a hand-job. He failed. He knew who was stroking his cock, and it thrilled him.
Bill wrestled with his conscience over this incestuous act, wanting her to stop, yet unable to make her. Another part of him wanted so badly to take her in his arms, and show her the same pleasure she was giving him.
As if reading his thoughts, Becky whispered, “Roll over, Dad.”
Bill lifted his arm and rolled over toward her. Becky lay back down in the crook of his arm, pressing her firm teenage tits against his side, and resumed jerking him off in earnest. “There. Now isn’t that better?” She could now reach all the way down to feel his testicles, gently sizing them up with her fingertips.
He could feel her tits pressed against him, and it felt wonderful. The sensation of her hand on his prick was unbelievable to Bill, who spread his legs wider to give her access to his sensitive ball sack, when suddenly his conscience won out. “NO! Rebecca, stop!” He pulled her hand from his dick, and rolled back over away from her. He felt like crying. “We can’t do this!”
Rebecca just snuggled back up to his back, and held him gently. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I was just… just curious, that’s all.”
“It’s… it’s not your fault, baby. I… I…” Bill struggled to explain what he was feeling. The last thing he wanted to do was make her ashamed, as that would drive her away from him, and as she was the most important person in his world, he would never survive that.
“Dad…” Becky kissed his back again, “Yes, it is.” She snuggled up tightly to him, making a point of pressing her breasts into him again. “I wanted to make you hard.”
“Becky…”
“Daddy, did I ever tell you what Mom told me the day before she…” Becky sighed. “…before she went into her coma?”
Bill stiffened. The worst day of his life. “No, baby. What did she say?”
“She made me promise to take care of you, and she meant REALLY take care of you.”
“This is NOT what she meant, kiddo.”
“Actually, yeah, I think it was. She knew that you would be so full of grief that you would forget to take care of yourself.” Rebecca paused, then resumed gently rubbing his tummy in small, ever widening circles. “She made me promise, Dad, and she actually used the words, ‘woman to woman.’ I didn’t really know what she meant, until recently.”
“Sweetie…”
“She said, ‘Woman to woman; Promise me you’ll love your father, promise that you’ll always be there for him. He’s going to need you now more than ever.’ It was the only thing she asked of me, Dad, and I promised her.”
“Baby, I think you’re reading quite a bit into that.”
“No, Dad. She wanted this to happen. She knew you, what you needed, that we would be in close proximity to each other, that we would need to console one another.” Becky leaned over his shoulder, causing him to turn toward her a bit more. “She knew I would be there to give you what you needed. So, here I am.”
“Your mom…”
“She knew I loved you, and that you loved me, and that we would need to be tight with each other to get through this together.” Her hand was getting closer to his throbbing dick. “I gave her my promise, Dad, ’woman to woman’. What else could that mean?”
“I don’t know, baby, but not…”
“Please, Dad. Let me do this for you.” Her hand found his stiff prick again, and she started stroking him once more.
Bill gave in. Her hand felt so good on him, and he had already used up what willpower he had turning away from her the first time. He had no more resistance left in him, and Becky was easily able to roll him over to his back, where she lifted his arm and rested her head on his chest.
“Now, isn’t that better?” She was stroking him fully, stem to root.
“Yeah, it is, baby.” Bill sighed, spreading his legs to give her better access.
Rebecca smiled in the dark, and squeezed his tool harder. As she stroked up his shaft, she noticed the spongy head was now wet. “Dad… did you cum already?”
“No… no, sweetie.” His right arm naturally came down to caress her naked back. He could feel his cock throbbing beneath her manipulations. “It’s just… It gets that way sometimes, when… when…”
“When you’re really turned on?”
“Yeah, baby, I guess that’s right.”
“I know what that’s like. I get wet when I’m turned on, too.”
“You… you do, sweetie?”
“Um-hmm. In fact, I’m REALLY wet right now, Daddy.”
“Oh, God…” Bill breathed. “You are?”
[continued]
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