Daddy’s Touches and Brother’s Actions

Chapter 1-

Emma idolizes her father, that she still calls Daddy. The 14-year-old beauty does not have any idea what her Daddy has planned this morning. Her brother is at basketball practice and Mom has gone Christmas shopping with her best friend so the two are all alone. Her Daddy still talks and thinks about her as if she were still much younger. Having just woke up, she has come downstairs in a loose V neck, A-line tank top and an equally loose fitting pair of shorts with a stretchy elastic waist.

“Hi, Daddy” Emma chirps as she wanders into the kitchen for breakfast. She had only just rolled out of bed . . . but on a Saturday, 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 again . . . huh?” he asks, as 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.” She enjoys his hugs and the male smell she is sensing.

“And you’re never too old to come slide in bed with me either, especially if your Mom has left the house,” he kisses her forehead softly, rubbing her back.

“Thank you, Daddy”, Emma nuzzles into his neck, curling up in his arms, “I love you”. Mike was pleased he could still be so close with his growing 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 girl in his arms.

“I love you too, Princess,” he sighs. “More than you will ever know”.

“What do you mean by that?” Emma asks, lifting her head and looking very puzzled. “Why can’t you let me know how much you love me? Wouldn’t you do anything for me, like I would for you?” Mike looks down at her seriously. She was right, of course; he would do anything for her. “Anything, baby girl?”

Emma nods, “Yes, Daddy. Anything at all,” she blushes a little . . . after her response.

“You’re a very beautiful girl, you know that sweetheart!” he nudges his knuckle under her chin, “All the boys are going to notice you, and Daddy has too.” His hand trails down her neck to her shoulder, casually dropping the strap . . . closest to him. “Can Daddy tell you a secret? Something which would make him really happy?”

“Ok . . . Daddy,” Emma breaths, feeling goosebumps forming on her skin as her father drops the other strap too . . . and realizing only her perky breasts were now holding up the thin fabric.

“Daddy has been having some very naughty thoughts about you,” Mike whispers, his gaze distracted by Emma’s chest. At the angle they were both in, he could look down and see all of both small breasts . . . including her growing nipples. “Very naughty indeed” He looks back into her eyes.

“R… really?” Emma says, wide eyed with shock. “I don’t… we can’t… shouldn’t…”

“Don’t worry . . . the house is empty, Baby girl.”

Emma blushes, a strange excitement burning in her chest and working its way to her pussy. She shouldn’t feel so flattered, or so tempted. But then neither should her Daddy.

“I . . . well . . . what sorts of thoughts, Daddy?” she whispers, biting her lip and looking up at him in anticipation.

“Let me show you. But I need you to stand up”. He guides her off his lap to stand in front of him, hooking a finger into each dangling shoulder strap and continuing to pull them both down. Emma resists the urge to stop him, excitement building inside her, and between her legs, as he exposes her developing breasts. The hem catches on her stiffening nipples and she gasps softly as they spring up again now completely exposed.

Mike looks up from her chest to her eyes, seeing the nervous excitement in her face as his hands slowly caress up her body . . . and cup her young breasts. His cock is rock hard in his pants, and while she hasn’t looked, Emma isn’t so naive not to realize it. Her chest is heaving with heavy breathing, her heart thumping, and Mike can feel it.

“It’s OK, Daddy. I’m all yours . . . I like showing you my titties” she says, biting her lip. Mike smiles, looking into her eyes as his fingers gently begin to tease her nipples, savoring every little noise and expression she makes. Emma can feel a dampness beginning to form between her legs and she blushes, embarrassed to feel so excited .