“Hi, Daddy” Sara chirps as she wanders into the kitchen for breakfast. She had only just rolled out of bed in her knickers and vest top; but that was hardly unusual.
“Morning, poppet” her father replies, smiling warmly, “how did you sleep?”
“OK, I guess” she shrugs with a non-committal expression.
“Bad dreams?” she nods, “come here, sweetheart” he pushes his chair back and opens his arms, wrapping them around her closely as she sits down in his lap. “It’s OK, I’m always here you know that”.
“I know, Daddy, thank you”
“And you’re never too old to come slide in bed with me either” he kisses her forehead softly, rubbing her back.
“Thank you, Daddy”, Sara nuzzles into his neck, curling up in his arms, “I love you”.
Frank was pleased he could still be so close with his little girl. He knew that most girls by this age were a very different sort of daddy’s girl; and the physical changes her body had gone through were certainly not lost on him. Perhaps they should have been a little more lost than they were, as he felt his cock twitch as a result of this beautiful young woman in his arms.