One More Minute… Ch. 02

When I was persuaded to write a standalone , ‘One more minute’, from a female viewpoint, I said I would give it a try. Now that it has been published, I thought I would write the again from the male viewpoint and see how it turns out. It is a father and daughter , with an element of cheating, so if this offends you, you can pass on this one. For those that love to question spelling, the is written in UK English.

This is the same from the Father’s viewpoint.

All characters in the are fictitious and over 18 years of age.

My wife, Pat and I were only able to have one child, a girl, Katie, who we both doted on and probably overindulged while she was growing up. I was probably the biggest ‘softtouch’ as she had a way of getting around me that I couldn’t quite put a finger on but found hard to resist. She was more of a ‘tomboy’, and much preferred to be getting oil on her hands helping me with car repairs, house plumbing, painting or carpentry than playing with traditional girls toys. Despite this, at 18, she has grown up to be an intelligent, attractive, petite, 5ft 4in, version of her mother.

She is slim with long dark hair that trails almost halfway down her back, probably a genetic trait from her mother’s Italian ancestors, but it’s her pride and joy. I still can’t quite accept that she is now an adult, as I wonder where all that time went and I still think of her as my ‘little girl’, in the dirty overalls, and probably always will.

Just lately though, I don’t know if it is my imagination, but I have had the feeling that her behaviour has changed a little as the hugs and quick cuddles seem more frequent and seem to last just that bit longer and tighter. The overalls have gone now, replaced by tight fitting, skimpy, clothes and short skirts that show off that slim figure. She is as light as a feather and still comes and asks to sit on my lap occasionally as she always has done, but she does seem to shuffle around more and I wonder if now, at her age, it is getting a bit inappropriate. I haven’t discussed it with my wife as I didn’t want to cause a problem and anyway, it may just be a phase she is going through, or it may just be me being oversensitive. So, for the moment I have let it go.

As she always liked to do, she still persists in joining me and her mother in our bed from time to time at weekends, when we just lay quietly dozing together for a short while, sharing those moments together as a family.

Last week was one of those times…

We heard a quiet knock on our bedroom door followed by Katie’s voice, “Is it ok if I come in for a while, I’m a bit cold?”

“Yes, come in,” I replied.

The door opened and as she jumped inbetween us, I got a quick glimpse of her usual nightwear of a long T shirt and sleepshorts.

“Wow, Katie sweetheart,” I said feeling her feet touch my leg, “your feet are freezing.”

“Oh, keep her away from me then,” Pat said, jokingly, and turned over, her back to me and went back to dozing.

“Come on, cuddle up then,” I said, bracing myself for the cold she was bringing with her.

“Mmmm you’re nice and warm,” she said, quietly, as she moved closer to me.

“I turned on my side towards her and put my arms round her drawing her closer to me, so our clothes were touching, “Is that better?”

“Oh yes, much,” she said, snuggling closer.

I felt her gradually begin to warm up and was quite content to just lay there quietly dozing with her against me.

Maybe it was just feeling someone against me or some random thought that went through my half dozing brain, I don’t know, but to this day I don’t know why, but I felt my cock begin to stir.

To start with I just tried to ignore it and assume it would just go back to its resting state, but as it stirred, I could feel that it was beginning to touch Katie lying against me. Now, instead of it behaving, it was getting harder.

I didn’t know whether to move away and face the question of ‘why’ from her, and the possibility that my wife might get involved too, or just stay very still and maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t notice. Rather than create any fuss, I chose the latter.

Unfortunately, it continued to grow, and the more I worried about it, the more it grew until it was fully erect, and I could feel it pressing against her stomach through her clothes.

Katie was now the one to move, but not as I expected away from me, but slightly higher up the bed.

As she did this, I felt the head of my covered cock slip down from pressing against her stomach to rest at the junction of her legs, effectively right against where her pussy would be. OMG, I realised I had my hard cock pressing against my daughter’s pussy, and as that thought passed through my brain, my cock gave an involuntary twitch.

“You’re shuffling around a bit,” I said to her, feeling I had to say something, and embarrassed now about the position we were in.

I was sure she would now move away or adjust herself a little so that we could pretend nothing had happened, but she didn’t. If anything, I was sure she fractionally moved her hips nearer to me. My cock twitched again.

“Yes, sorry, my shirt was all rucked up in a lump but its better now,” she replied, now keeping still again.

I didn’t know whether that was a genuine reason or whether she actually knew what she was doing?

It made me think.

“Perhaps you’re getting a bit too old to be in here with us,” I said.

“Aww, she’s ok, just let her get warm,” her mom said, sleepily, hearing what I had said.

We were both still for a few minutes and I thought again that maybe my cock would go back to being soft, but at that moment I felt Katie’s hand, that had been on my waist, drop down onto the top of my hip, only a few inches from my erect cock. My cock twitched against her again. Damn.

I heard an only just audible giggle from her.

I opened my eyes to look at her, “What?” I mouthed, silently, not wanting Pat to know something was happening.

She shook her head very gently in a ‘nothing’ silent answer.

I now knew that she understood very well what was poking into her and either didn’t know what to do about it or was teasing me in some way, perhaps to see my embarrassment.

As I thought about it, my heart began to beat a little faster at the knowledge that she hadn’t pulled away and almost seemed to be encouraging the contact. I had never had any thoughts about my daughter and this sort of thing happening, but lying here against her, my cock already touching where it shouldn’t, to my shame, was actually turning me on.

I must have been mad to do it, but it was almost a compulsion to make the tiniest movement of my hips backwards, reducing the pressure of my cock against her, followed by the same amount forwards again. It was a miniscule movement, but by now the head of my cock was so sensitive to any friction, and the thought of where the friction was coming from, began to numb my more sensible thoughts.

I continued the action slowly, making sure that there were no movements of the bed that would alert my wife to what was going on. Katie just kept still although I knew she must be feeling it.

Lying with most of her body pressed against me, I was sure I could feel that her nipples had grown hard and were pressing into my chest through our thin clothes.

“Well,” said her mom, suddenly.

I stopped moving, with my cock still pressed tightly against her. Had my wife felt something happening? Was there going to be some almighty confrontation?

Katie stayed very still.

“Time I was getting up. I’ll go and shower and get dressed, then your dad needs to get up too, so you’ve got about another half hour Katie, then you need to go and get dressed as well, so make the most of it,” she said, innocently.

She got up and put on her robe then left the bedroom heading for the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding; my heart was beating like a drum with the adrenaline pumping round from the fright I just had thinking that Pat might have noticed something.

I moved a couple of inches back from Katie so that my cock was no longer touching her.

The fright had brought me down to earth with a crash, “Emmm, Katie sweetie…I’m sorry…I didn’t…I mean…ummm…,” I whispered, struggling for the words, and feeling an unaccustomed blush creep up my neck and illuminate my face.

“It was just… you were…oh this is not good at all…”

Katie put two of her warm fingers across my lips, “Shhh, it’s ok,” she whispered back.

“No, but it’s not, I’m your…”

I felt her press harder with her small fingers, “I told you it’s ok,” she repeated, gently.

I was trying to think of something more to say to get us out of this situation, when I suddenly felt her hand touching my covered cock and pressing it down between us. I was too surprised to react when I felt the head being pushed down between her legs and then being enclosed by them. Oh Lord, the top of my cock seemed to be resting between my daughter’s legs, along the line of her pussy.

“W…what are you doing?” I spluttered, quietly.

“Not much more than you were doing a moment ago.”

“You…you mean you want me to…?” I asked her, incredulously.

I saw her nod.

“But…we can’t, I mean, I shouldn’t have…”

She nodded again, “Just do what you were doing, pleeease, just for a minute.”

My mind was reeling at this turn of events, but part of me was excited too. I slowly reasoned that as there were two layers of clothes between us, we weren’t actually touching our ‘parts’ and somehow, irrationally of course, it didn’t seem too bad.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I whispered, nervously, knowing that if we crossed this line, we could never uncross it.

She looked into my eyes and nodded once more.

I was still conflicted and scared about what we were getting into, and if my wife found out, it would destroy everything, but I was so turned on and despite my fright, and with Katie asking me to do it, I finally succumbed. Very gradually I began to move backwards and forwards fractionally, feeling part of my cock moving inbetween her legs.

After a few moments, I felt Katie begin to match my movements with her own, increasing the length that my cock travelled between her legs. One part of my brain asked for forgiveness, while the reality that I was really dryhumping with my own daughter, hit me with how taboo and exciting it was.

I felt her tight against me, and confirmed, even through our clothes, that her nipples were now rock hard and pressing into my chest. She put an arm round me, pulling me even harder hard towards her.

“Ohhh,” she groaned, quietly, as I felt her begin to shake and realised that she was reaching a climax with me, her father. Her breathing was rapid, and I could feel some wetness seeping around my cock.

She slowed down her movements, but I couldn’t stop. The totally unexpected events, and knowing I had just brought my daughter to orgasm, was too much.

“Ugggh Katie,” I moaned quietly, pushing my hips forcefully towards her several times, taking me over the edge and into my own release. I felt that I was shooting what felt like copious amounts of cum into my sleep shorts as my own orgasm took over.

We lay in each other’s arms, breathing heavily and physically very hot.

Gradually my logical and sensible brain began to function again.

“Oh hell, what have I done,” I whispered, “Did you just…?”

“Yes,” she murmured, “and it was wonderful.”

“But, what… I mean… Oh God, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I’m so confused, I mean, I don’t know what I mean, but I know you have to get out of here before your mom comes back,” I said, starting to panic as the full impact of what had just happened reached further into my brain.

“It’s ok,” she said again, placatingly, “don’t worry, there’s no harm done, but lets see about the bed quickly.”

She pushed the cover back and got up. There was a tiny patch of damp on the sheet, but our sleepshorts had mostly taken the brunt of our joint emissions.

“Go,” I said, embarrassed, “please, I have to sort this out and think it through before your mom comes out of the bathroom.”

Fortunately, she didn’t argue and quickly left the room, leaving me to try to mop up the small amount of damp on our bed with a tissue.

‘Oh Hell’ I thought, ‘how did this all happen’.

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I had uncharacteristically made the bed, hoping that by the time we came to use it again in the evening, it would be dry. I even got a ‘Thank you for making the bed’, from my wife, just before I went and got showered myself and then went down to breakfast.

I sat down and was perusing the morning papers that had been delivered earlier when Katie appeared.

It is normal in our house that breakfast is a quiet affair, with little chat, so I remained steadfastly studying my newspaper and pretended to be so engrossed that I didn’t notice Katie’s arrival.

Eventually, breakfast came to an end. Pat picked up my crockery with hers and along with Katie took it all to the kitchen sink, where hey washed them and put them away. I turned a few pages and remained at the table avoiding looking at Katie.

“What are you doing today, Katie?” she asked, putting the last of the cutlery in the drawer.

“Oh, I am going into town with some friends for a look around the shops, have a bit of lunch out and I’ll be back later,” I heard her say.

“Ah, ok, well have a good time,” she said, quite normally, so I assumed she hadn’t noticed anything amiss with me or the bed.

Inwardly, I breathed a sigh of relief.

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“Are you awake, can I come in?” I heard from outside our door the following day, which was a Sunday and so again no work.

“Maybe not today,” I said, loud enough for her to hear outside, “we’re a bit tired.”

“Is there a reason she can’t come in?” Pat said to me.

“Well, ummm, I thought we might like to be alone for a while today.” I replied, thinking of anything that might prevent Katie being close to me in bed like yesterday.

“I don’t know what you’ve got in mind mister,” she chuckled, “but I can’t stay in bed today I have a lot to do, remember, we have guests for Sunday Lunch.”

“Oh yes, it had slipped my mind,” I said, quickly.

“Katie, it’s ok,” she shouted, before I could think of anything else.

I saw the door open slowly.

“It’s ok, Katie, you can come in,” she repeated, “I have to get up anyway because your two grandmas are coming over for Sunday Lunch and I have some preparation to do for that before we have breakfast, so it’s just you and your dad this morning, sorry love,” she added, getting out of bed.

I was still very embarrassed about yesterday and saw Katie glance at me questioningly. I didn’t say anything, so she did her usual thing and jumped into bed near me.

Today though, she seemed a bit more reticent to get too close to me and lay down on her back, not touching me.

I heard the shower start and felt Katie turn on her side to face me, but still kept a bit of a distance.

I had that weird feeling that I was being watched and on turning my head towards her met her eyes staring at me. I turned the rest of my body, like hers, onto my side, so I was facing her.

She moved a bit closer, and I thought I needed to clear any awkwardness between us.

“Katie, about yesterday…I shouldn’t have…you know,” I whispered, moving my eyes right and left to focus on each of her eyes individually, checking for her reaction.

“But I liked being that close to you,” she said, “you made me feel…attractive I suppose, and I felt safe.”

“Yes, but, I’m your dad, I’m supposed to take care of you, but not like that.”

She shuffled again, close enough so that I could feel the warmth from her body radiating against mine, and feel her clothes touching mine, the closeness of which concerned me a bit.

“I know,” she continued, “but I see all my friends who are more…’shapely’ shall we say than me and I don’t feel very attractive or feminine.”

“That’s nonsense, I’ve seen a lot of your friends, you are just as attractive as they are and more than some.”

“Well, I’m small and hardly have anything ‘up top’ like them.”

“Some boys like slimmer girls, it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Do you?” she asked.

“Do I what?”

“Like slimmer girls, you know with not a lot ‘up top’.”

“It’s not all about that though,” I replied, trying not to get into this conversation.

Initially, I thought it was a nice gesture when she then took my hand in hers, and I believed it meant ‘it’s ok between us’, but I quickly changed my mind when she pulled it over and put my hand flat against one of her covered breasts.

Why my fingers automatically curled round to hold her breast in my hand, I don’t know, just habit perhaps, but as soon as I realised what was happening, I tried to pull my hand away, but Katie held it tight against herself.

“No, Katie, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered, hopefully forcefully.

“Just tell me what you think, please, is that something a man would find y,” she pleaded.

“You shouldn’t be asking me that, and we shouldn’t be having this conversation,” I said, very quietly, a slight tremble in my voice at what was happening.

“Well, you’re a man, and who else can I ask that I trust to give me a straight answer?”

“I don’t know but…”

“Well, is it…y?” she persisted.

I was already touching her, so I stupidly thought that if I sort of pretended to feel her quickly, then that might be an end to it. So, I let my experienced fingers roam over her breast, noting her hard nipple, until it suddenly occurred to me that that I was beginning to enjoy the feel of her and shouldn’t be.

“Yes, of course it is,” I said, “but I still shouldn’t be the one that…”

She cut me off, “It’s ok, I need to know, and it’s just between us.”

“You know that if your mom thought I was touching you like this she would probably kill me,” I said, the reality of that happening being beyond what I cared to imagine.

“I’m the one that’s asking you these things, so of course, I am not going to say anything,” she said.

I felt her shuffle a bit closer. My hand was still holding her small breast in my hand, her hard nipple pressing against the palm, and once again my cock reacted, becoming hard, and touching her stomach.

“Yesterday,” she paused, “did you enjoy what we did?”

“Katie, I’ve told you, I just got carried away and it wasn’t right,” not really wanting to admit to it.

“Yes, but I need to know if you did,” she pressed.

I didn’t want to put it into words, so I just nodded.

“You know that I did too, I told you I did,” she whispered.

“Yes, but…”

“I also like what your hand is doing now,” she said, gently pressing my hand harder against her breast and hard nipple.

“I don’t think I ought to be doing it though Katie, even if you want me too, and I’m worried your mom might find out.”

“Even if I ‘m asking you to?” she asked.

I didn’t know how to respond, but my cock twitched in answer for me.

A bit hesitantly and almost without thinking, my fingers resumed their gentle touch around her breast, the tips just grazing her nipple now and then. I was so conflicted, but it was such an erotic sensation to know that this was my daughter’s breast I was stroking, and she was asking me to do it.

I felt her move her hips a fraction closer to me so that my cock was pressing much harder against her.

“I want to feel your hand against my skin,” she whispered.

I held my hand still, but my cock gave me away by twitching against her.

“I think we may have gone far enough to answer your question young lady,” I whispered back.

“Please,” she whimpered, quietly, “just for a minute, so I can feel what it’s like.”

“You mean no one has…ummm…touched you there before?”

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