My Little Girl
Published by Carl East
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Copyright 2010 - Carl East
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My Little Girl
I've always loved my daughter Sonia, as any proud parent would, so it was hard for me to send her away. You see, she'd just turned eighteen and was going through college, when she phoned me to say that she was on her way home. I didn't expect her for another four weeks, so I had to get her birthday present that day. I was clueless as to what she might like, so I asked for advice from a neighbor, and was informed that young ladies liked clothes.
So, there I was standing in a fashionable boutique, looking through several items and not having a clue what she might like or dislike, when an employee asked if she could be of service. I informed her that I was looking for something an 18-year-old might like, and she started to ask me all sorts of questions, like has she got a boyfriend, or is she pretty, what color is her hair, and so on.
After answering these questions, I was taken over to the nightdresses area; I was assured that my daughter would like these things. In the end I allowed the assistant to pick something out, and she chose an almost see through silk nightgown, that was barely long enough to reach my daughters legs. However, because this person was about the same age as my daughter, I thought I'd take her advice and bought it.
About two hours later, my daughter arrived home. We greeted in the usual manner, with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, and then she told me why she'd returned so early. It turned out that the college had suspended her for a minor infraction of the rules, and that she would be allowed back after two weeks. When pressed as to what these rules were, she clearly wasn't about to reveal it to me, so I let it go. I was just happy to see her.
Whilst making a drink out in the kitchen, I shouted through that I'd gotten her a birthday present, and that it was under the coffee table. I could hear the wrapping paper being taken off, so I knew she'd heard me.
"If you don't like it, I can change it for something else," I shouted, making sure she could hear me.
There was silence for a moment, and then she entered the kitchen.
"It's wonderful, but what made you buy it?" she said, holding it up next to her fully clothed body.
"I asked the shop assistant, and she seemed to think this is what you teenagers are into these days."
"Well, she wasn't wrong," she replied, as she kissed me on the cheek in way of a thank you.
We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about her future, with me as the concerned father making sure she was happy. She told me about 8'oclock pm that she felt tired and was off to bed, so saying goodnight I watched her leave the room then switched on the TV, only to find nothing worth watching. I started to read a book after that, for about an hour, and then I heard a noise coming from upstairs. Being concerned, I went up to check it out, only to find my daughter sprawled on her bed fast asleep, but making strange sounds. Putting her side light on, I looked again, and there before me was a vision of beauty, for she was wearing her new night gown and had her fingers firmly planted inside her pussy. At first I just watched, I'd never known how beautiful my daughter was until now; oh I knew subconsciously that she had a good figure, but not this good.
Her ample breasts were clearly visible through the fabric of this gown, and I could see her nipples were fully erect. I tried to leave at this point, with feelings of guilt coming over me for invading her privacy, but I felt riveted to the spot. I could see the juices making her hand wet, and marveled at how cute her shaven pussy was; in fact it was then that I noticed how hard I’d gotten, my cock was straining to escape from my briefs.
These thoughts brought me around, making me turn her light back off and leaving her room, once I'd pulled the covers back over her, and switched the side light off. I went to bed that night, unable to get the image of my sweet daughter out of my mind.
In the morning I decided not to mention the night's events, thinking it was probably a one off event, and nothing to get concerned about. We spent the day shopping, as she needed some things in town, and then we had a meal at which she brought her mother up.
"She loved this restaurant, didn't she daddy?" she said.
"Yes, she did like this place, she'd be proud of you, you know?" I replied, looking her in the eyes.
At that point she started to cry, and I didn't know why, as I felt she'd gotten over her mother's death quite some time ago.
"What's wrong sweetheart?"
"I couldn't tell you before," she sniffed, "but the reason I've been suspended, is because I was found in the boy’s room late at night, and I don't know how I got there," she said, blowing her nose.
This revelation reminded me of the night before, and I realized instantly that my daughter was a sleepwalker, for she would never jeopardize her college education for sex. I told her my suspicions, and that we'd go and see a doctor, in order to find out what can be done. This seemed to calm her down, so after we'd eaten I rang the doctors and made an appointment for two days hence.
She was very cheerful for the rest of the day, which made me suspect the college incident, had made her feel guilty, but now that she had it out in the open it was a kind of relief. We drove home the long way, as I wanted her to see a bit of the countryside she missed so much whilst at college, and besides I enjoyed having her to myself.
She retired to bed that night, clearly feeling on top of the world, and it made me feel happy hearing her laughter around the house once more. I went up around 11o'clock and got into bed, after checking that she was all right, and then about 1 o'clock in the morning I felt someone getting into my bed. Switching the light on, I discovered that it was Sonia, and that she was snuggling up to me. At first I wasn't sure whether she was awake or sleepwalking, and then I felt her hand touching my leg, and creeping up. I knew at that point she was asleep, but I'd heard it was dangerous to wake a sleepwalker, so I didn't know what to do.
She sort of had me pinned as her hand touched my cock, and for the second time in two days my cock started to grow. Her hand surrounded it as I tried to extricate myself from this position, but try as I might I couldn't move without upsetting her sleep. I thought if I just let this play it's self out, it would all end shortly and we could see the doctor about doing something for her.
When I felt her hand reaching into my briefs and expertly removing my hardened cock, I was at first mortified, but as she ran her hand up and down my shaft I felt it was the most erotic thing that'd ever happened to me. The end of my cock pulsated each time she rubbed it, making me moan with pleasure. I hoped she'd stop soon, yet, at the same time I wanted her to carry on it was a conflict of the mind that I found hard to resolve.
Then she started to duck under the covers, making me jump, as I knew what she was about to do. At this stage I was too excited to try and stop her, and within seconds she had her mouth around the end of my cock. I spoke her name softly in an effort to wake her gently, but then I thought how guilty she would feel if she actually woke up with her mouth covering my engorged cock, so I kept quiet.