Daddy's reawakening - Chap 8 - Sex Stories

Daddy's reawakening - Chap 8

... to speak -- and Jackie announced that she was going to take a shower. The downstairs bathroom didn't have a shower, so we typically asked anyone if they needed the bathroom before we took a long shower. I told her I was good and kept right on chopping vegetables. Sure enough, as soon as I heard the water turn on there was foot steps behind me. I didn’t turn around, I was hoping to avoid eye contact. Julia had a way with her eyes, she made the best fuck-me eyes. I had seen them a LOT lately. I grabbed a head of broccoli and started chopping. Chop. Chop. Chop. Ch- Suddenly my daughter's small hands were on my crotch, grabbing my junk. She pressed her tits against my back and whispered in my ear, “Auntie’s in the shower. We have time. Fuck me right here on the kitchen table. You know you want to.” I said nothing. She began to squeeze and release, massaging my cock and balls. I grabbed the counter and closed my eyes. Her body, pressed against mine, was just radiating heat. I was still wearing my dress slacks from work, so the material was thinner than jeans but thicker than sweats, so while it wasn’t hard for her to massage the entire area, it was difficult for her to isolate my shaft. I gulped and gripped the counter even harder. Her other hand reached around and started to unbuckle my belt. I snapped around. “No.” I pleaded more than commanded. We met eyes, I could see how much she just wanted to devour me. Her eyes were just on fire with lust. Behind my back she grabbed the ...

... knife I had been using. I felt her reach behind me and wondered what she was doing. When she pulled the knife around to my front I for a second wondered if my daughter was actually insane, and if I didn’t fuck her she was going to kill me. She brought the knife to my belly, point first. She pushed it against me, gently at first and then more and more, until I was starting to feel the sharpness of it on my skin. I looked down and then back at her. She bit her lip and just stared back at me. I have to admit I was afraid. I was frozen, I felt like if I spoke now it might make things worse. She kept pushing more and more. I had never been stabbed before, but it felt like any second she was about to draw blood. Then suddenly she flicked her wrist and cut off two of the buttons on my dress shirt. I exhaled, in a panic of relief, which I think she found hot from the smile that crept across her face, and then she cut the other buttons off of my shirt, one at at time. Using one hand and the knife she opened up my shirt exposing my bare chest. Even at my age I wasn’t very hairy, but there was a patch of hair at the top and some fuzz going down my midsection.She ran the knife up the fuzz and then over to my left nipple. She ran the razor sharp edge along my nipple. I watched my little girl dominate me, putting the knife to the other nipple and flicking it lightly. With her knee she was now pressing up against my crotch and pushing lightly back and forth. Another flick of the tip of the ...