When she woke up, she wasn’t quite sure where she was at first; It wasn’t her bed… but as her mind started to clear she remembered. The thunderstorm last night had been a doosey, and had scared her so much that she had snuggled into bed with daddy. She didn’t like to do that any more; after all, big girls aren’t afraid of a little thunder and she definitely wanted daddy to start treating her like a big girl.
That did also explained a few other things though… who she was on top of, whose arms were wrapped around her waist, and… wait, that hadn’t happened before. The night before she had taken her panties off (she loved how the silky nightie felt against her bare skin) and now she felt something against her kitty. As she shifted she rubbed up and down it… and felt her own little bolt of lightning shoot up her spine. She never would have guessed how good the rough cotton fabric would feel, but she knew she wanted more. Still with her eyes closed, she started rubbing harder and faster against… well, they must be daddy’s boxers.