“Cindy?”
I spoke her name softly, out of my groggy stupor. I was returning to bed from the bathroom. My head was stuffed and aching. My throat was sore and my lungs congested. It was Covid, and I felt miserable.
I was pretty sure that when I woke up and few minutes before and stumbled to the bathroom, my stepdaughter, Cindy, wasn’t in my bed. But I was even more sure that, the way I felt, I simply didn’t care enough to give it another thought. I just wanted to go back to sleep. I wasn’t concerned about Cindy catching the virus from me because we had both come down with symptoms the day before.
Cindy was sprawled face down on half of the queen-sized bed that I usually shared with her mother who was out of town, safe from our germs. Cindy’s long wavy brown hair was splayed around her head. She wore light cotton PJs with little animal designs.
She hadn’t stirred when I spoke her name so I let it be and just got back in bed. A twinge of guilt, or parental concern struck me before I could fall back asleep and I reached over and put my hand on her back. I could feel that she was breathing and her PJs were at least not soaked with sweat from fever. Satisfied she was ok, I fell asleep, my hand still on her back.
When I woke again several hours later, Cindy was sitting up doing something on her phone. She looked sick but not as bad as she had the day before. She smiled at me.
“Hey kiddo,” I mumbled, somewhat hoarsely. “How are you feeling?”
“Still sick. And tired. But better than yesterday at least.”
“Yeah, same for me I think,” I said. “Can I get you anything?”
“No. Can I get you anything?” she replied.
“No, but thanks for asking, Sweetie.” I was touched by her show of concern despite her own illness. She really is a sweet kid. I reached for her cheek and gently stroked my fingers over her soft, smooth skin. She raised her hand to mine and held it to her cheek, smiling back at me.
The three of us had been a family for almost 5 years now. Cindy was a great kid, not your typical teenage girl at all. She had never made me angry or disappointed and there was never any tension between us, just love.
Cindy let go of my hand and snuggled back down into the bed facing me. I put my arm around her and kissed her forehead and, again, we both fell asleep.
When I woke again, my arm was still around Cindy but she had turned her back toward me, her backside nestled against me. Suddenly I realized that I was hard and my erection was pressing firmly into Cindy’s cute, curvy bottom.
Was she awake? Could she feel it? Yes, she was my daughter – stepdaughter – but that hadn’t stopped me from noticing what a beautiful young woman she had become. She had been on a few dates but never more than once or twice with the same boy. They had all been to school dances or as part of a group of friends taking in a movie. I was happy to see her have fun but I also envied those young boys able to capture some of her time and attention.
I didn’t dare move. And I didn’t really want to. But I also knew I had to. My dilemma seemed like it would be resolved when Cindy suddenly shifted onto her back. But in doing so she nestled even closer and I felt my erection slide over her bum and across her hip as she left no distance at all between us. To make matters worse, she was holding my hand in hers just under her chin causing my forearm to lie right across her breast.
Even with just my forearm the incredible softness of her breast was unmistakable. I could tell she was bra-less and I could feel her nipple poking through her thin PJs and into my forearm. I hadn’t yet dared open my eyes or let on I was awake but I had to see if she was.
I opened my eyes slowly and found hers staring back, a sweet smile across her lips. I returned the smile and we just stared at each other for a few seconds. Wordlessly our eyes seemed to inquire of each other:
“Do you feel my hard penis pressing into your hip?”
“Yes. Do you feel my hard nipple pressing into your arm?
“Yes.”
Was it the virus? Even in my weakened condition, maybe because of it, the urge to strip this beautiful angel naked and make her mine was overwhelming. I looked away from her eyes and down to her lips. When I looked back into her eyes, did I detect something new there? A little less innocence? Perhaps a small measure of the lust I was feeling? Was she really having some of these same thoughts?
She let me move my hand enough to stroke her cheek but kept holding my arm against her breast. As I stroked her cheek I could feel her soft breast give way under the pressure of my forearm.
“Are you feeling any better, beautiful?” I had never called her that before.
Her smile lit up as she nodded her head.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
“I feel great,” I replied. Actually, I still felt quite ill but not in any way that seemed to matter at the moment. All that mattered was that my throbbing penis was pressing firmly against Cindy’s hip while I looked into her beautiful face and fondled her breast with my forearm. I wanted her so bad.
“I guess we’re good for each other,” she said sweetly. But then she added, “But you smell bad.”
“I do not!” I replied in mock indignation. I moved my hands to her sides and started tickling her rib cage. Cindy squealed and held her arms to her side, moving from side to side in a futile attempt to avoid my tickling. Her movements brought her quivering breasts and my hands together several times but despite the increasingly sexual nature of our play we still didn’t acknowledge it. We were just a dad and daughter having a tickle fight … in bed.
The sight and feel of her breasts, the feel of her body against my erection, I couldn’t take it and I thrust against her once. Suddenly I realized what I was doing, what we were doing, and I jumped out of bed. I landed on my feet, hoping my dark-colored PJ bottoms would at least partly obscure the tent my erection was causing.
“Well, actually, you’re probably right. I do smell bad,” I said, pulling off my undershirt. “But not as bad as you!”
With that, I balled up the undershirt and threw it at Cindy.
“Uhh,” she gasped. “You little rat. How dare you throw your dirty clothes at me?”
As she spoke, she got to her feet and started unbuttoning her PJ top. She turned away from me and slid it off and balled it up. She then turned around and threw it at me while covering her breasts with her other arm.
“You little imp,” I said, in mock outrage as I let Cindy’s top hit me and fall to my feet. You’re going to get it for that.”
She laughed and jumped onto the bed as I ran around the bed to her side. She landed face down, her arms beneath her. I jumped onto her, straddling her legs, my erection hovering over her perfect little butt. I leaned forward a bit and tickled her sides.
I admired the soft, smooth skin of her back, bare from where her luscious hair fell over her shoulders all the way to the waistband of her PJ bottoms. It was a thrill to see her topless, even from behind, and I became obsessed by the desire to see her naked breasts.
Cindy moved her arms out from under her body so she could use them to try to fend off my tickling. As she laughed and squirmed I could see the sides of her breasts. I tickled up her sides, almost but not quite touching them, and then tickled her armpits. I knew I was torturing her, forcing her to show me what I wanted to see because she simply couldn’t fend off my tickling while in her present position and I had no intention of stopping until she flipped over.
I felt her try to raise herself off the bed underneath me. I raised myself onto my knees so she could flip over. When she did I caught a quick glimpse of her luscious breasts before she covered them again with one arm and resumed her effort to fend me off with the other. I sat astride her hips and resumed my tickling.
Cindy looked amazing, her hair splayed over the pillow. Sparkling eyes and a wide smile on her exquisite face. What I could see of her breasts looked delicious, barely concealed by her tiny arm. She squirmed and twisted, arching her back in one sensuous pose after another. I happened to be looking right into her eyes the moment she saw my engorged penis accidentally escape through the fly in my PJs.
“Cute,” was all she said before lifting her arm from her breasts, now using both arms to fend me off and leaving her beautiful breasts uncovered. Now that she had a hold of both my wrists, my tickle attack stopped. She held my wrists and watched my eyes as they devoured her breasts. I looked up into her eyes to make sure she was watching me look at her. In turn, I saw her eyes shift their gaze to my long, thick, throbbing cock hovering over her hips. I moved my hands to the pillow beside her head, her hands still on my wrists.
“I bet I know one more place you are probably ticklish, or at least super sensitive,” I said. Then I lowered my mouth to her breast and licked her nipple. She sucked air and then, as I took her nipple into my mouth she made the most heavenly noise I had ever heard. She let go of my wrist, put her hand behind my head, and pulled my face into her breast as if she would sooner smother me in her soft, giving flesh than ever let me remove my mouth from her nipple.
I straightened my legs so I was lying on her, one of her legs between mine. I pressed my naked erection into her thigh as I cupped her other breast, squeezing the pliable flesh and using my fingers and thumb to play with her nipple, even as I continued to chew gently on the other. Seconds later her hand shot to her pussy and pressed down while her head rolled back and a guttural moan escaped her lips. It was such a thrill to watch this beautiful creature wracked by an intense orgasm simply from me stimulating her breasts.
I moved my hand from her breast over her soft stomach to her waist I slid it under her PJs and she moved her own hand enough to let mine pass over her mound and through thin wisps of hair. I detoured around her slit, teasingly close to her most sensitive flesh, and continued down her thighs. I was dying to touch her there but instead, I kept my hand tormentingly close while I kept gently kissing and licking her nipple.
Cindy looked down at me. I slid up the bed so my face was level with hers. My erection pressed against her hip. Nearby my hand continued moving back and forth under her PJs over the smooth, smooth skin of her inner thighs and mound. My fingers lightly brushed her pussy lips. We kissed, lightly at first and then with increasing passion. Cindy moved her hands down to her PJs and pulled them down over her pussy. I helped her take them off and soon she was naked. Taking my penis in her hand she began sliding it back and forth over her hip and thigh until her skin was slick with my precum. I cupped her pussy, sliding my finger up and down her moist slit. She turned toward me and guided the head of my penis to her fleshy pink folds.
I could feel her velvety soft skin give way under the pressure of my rock-hard penis. She gasped and we looked into each other’s eyes. Her eyes and mouth were open wide with wonder. Her sweet breath came in short, sharp gasps. I was spellbound by her adorable expression and yet aroused beyond belief by the feel of her hand sliding my penis up and down her slit, back and forth over her clit.
Cindy pushed against me opening her legs and her vagina and pulling my penis inside her tender folds. Slowly, so slowly, she impaled herself on my stiff rod. The look on her face turned briefly to a grimace but soon the look of wide-eyed wonder returned and she began to thrust against me. As tenderly as I could I began to meet her thrusts with my own. With each long, slow stroke the look of sheer pleasure on her sweet face intensified. I was losing myself in her eyes even as my cock buried itself deeper and deeper inside her body.
Just when I was about to surrender and explode into this wonderful creature, she came. Long and hard she came, her head thrown back, eyes closed and neck muscles clenched. I could feel her tight pussy convulsing on my cock and it sent me over the edge. I pulled out and as she continued to writhe in sweet orgasmic agony, I sprayed my cum all over her body from her pussy to her chin.
It took several moments for us to regain our senses. We laughed at ourselves and hugged before getting up. I took her hand and led her into the shower which we took together. It was our first, but by no means our last.
