Little Mikey
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Ch. 6: Preview #3
🕑 Added 2024-06-29 10:34:09 +0000 UTCTheo broke into full panic as his towering daughter invaded the personal, private sanctuary of his room – while he was stark naked!! He’d never fathomed she’d actually come in here, so the sheet was still down, his raging hard cock in plain view – and dear CHRIST, he tried to cover himself up, but she saw it.
She lurched and made a retching noise, turning and covering her mouth as if she might literally puke. “Oh my GOD, Dad, what the HELL!? Why are you naked?! Why didn’t you cover--Ewww! JESUS!”
For those few seconds she seemed naïve, vulnerable; like the young, immature Jen again, almost. She’d even called him ‘Dad’, he realized – her first such slip-up yet. As mortified as he was, he saw opportunity here to gain an upper hand.
After a few seconds, he sat up, so that the sheet slipped from his chest to just above his waist. “That’s what you get for barging in on me,” he gambled, risking an air of smugness as he crossed his arms.
Jen didn’t much care for his tone, but she was still too effing grossed out to respond. She had to lean against the doorframe to hold herself up, rubbing her eyes as if to blot out the memory of what she’d seen. He’d had an erection – Oh christ, she really was gonna puke!
“Guess you learned to knock next time,” said her dad audaciously.
But she recovered a little more with each passing second, until she could open her eyes, and then even look his way. Some queasiness rose in her throat again as she saw him still naked from the waist up, her mind unable to stop filling in the rest … but she tamped that feeling down with pure strength of will.
“Well?” he said mockingly, clearly emboldened by her silence. “Are you going to leave my room yet? Or I’ll just get dressed with you still here.”
She could see what he was doing: trying to make her squeamish; trying to keep her on the back foot. Realizing that gave her all the renewed resolve she needed. She forced her lingering discomfort aside and strode toward his bed, gaining in confidence with each stride.
She could tell he hadn’t expected that; his smug smile faltered. Hers only grew, as she stopped right beside his bed and glared down. “You know what? You’re right. I’ve already seen it, so what do I care? Go right ahead.”
That absolutely shocked him. His arrogance vanished. “Wh … I …”
“Go ahead,” she repeated, taking a step back to make room as she gestured toward his dresser.
Theo just stared at her. She was so off-kilter just seconds ago! And now she was all grown-up confidence again, already!? It wasn’t fair. It … holy sweet god, she looked fantastic in that sweater too, and that tight plaid skirt. So … so distracting …
“Teammate.” She gestured again at the dresser, emphatically. “I’m waiting.”
He gasped, his cheeks turning hot. She… She was actually serious?!? “I … but … n-no!!” he protested, drawing the sheets a little higher up his body. “I … c’mon … I can’t actually…”
“Oh. I see. So you were lying, then.” She came even closer, crouching with her hands on her burly knees. Dear fuck, she was just a foot from where he lay, with only a thin sheet of fabric separating her from his stark nakedness. And, worse, the close proximity of her astonishing body made his cock harden. And twitch. Enough that she could surely see it, if she merely looked down!
“What’s the matter, Mouse?” her hot breath mocked. “Are you shy?”
Holy hell. He gripped the bedsheet, trying not to writhe or squirm. Something about her gaze made him wither. “I … I-I …”
Jen decided he’d had enough. “That’s what you get for giving me sass.” She stood tall, crossing her arms. “Next time you decide to act all tough and macho, remember that two can play that game.” Her eyes narrowed. “And I can play it a whole fuckload better than you.” She saw the satisfying recognition of this play across his face as she glided toward the door. “You’ve earned yourself an extra workout this morning,” she announced, “before you start your chores. You have exactly five minutes to get dressed, eat breakfast, and be standing in the living room waiting to start.” She cocked her head at him, still covered in a sheet on the bed. “And let’s just say you’re gonna want to be ready to give it your all.”
Theo watched her leave, aghast. Yet the fleeting image of her firm ass and long legs stuck in his mind, giving him more than enough mental fuel to … to …
No! He couldn’t jerk off to his daughter! Well, he very very much could, but oh god he shouldn’t. He … He …
Jesus, he might well have done it – his hand was already back around his cock – when it dawned on him that she’d left the door wide open. Probably on purpose, to further prove that she was the less prudish of the two. But that incidentally also put masturbation completely out of the question.
Lord, but he needed it sooo bad.
So much so, in fact, that he wasted well over a minute angsting and writhing in the bed before remembering the clock was ticking.
