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Sleepless Nights

... breasts. I had to keep myself in check. “OK.” I answered positively, shifting over in the double-bed until I was practically half-falling over the edge. Sandy slipped under the covers, curling herself up into the foetal position, her back turned to me. A few minutes later she was fast asleep, despite the ongoing storm. I stayed awake for about hour while the sound of the wind subsided and then finally also fell asleep. --- When I woke up at about 6AM, I realized that Sandy had moved over to my side of the bed. She was still in the same sleeping position, her back turned to me, but now I had my left arm around her waist with my hand placed just under her breasts, just as I had often slept with Karin, spooning her. I was both shocked and excited at discovering how we had unknowingly managed to end up in such an intimate position. I gently removed my arm and slid out of bed before retiring to the couch in the living room, but not before noticing that my cock was stiffer than I could remember in many years. I wondered what else might have happened while we were sleeping but felt assured that nothing wrong had gone on between us. --- “What are you doing here?” Sandy asked, placing a cup of coffee on the table next to me. “Oh, nothing”, I said, “I thought I was awake, but finally I needed some more rest.” I didn’t want to tell her that she had taken more space than was comfortable, and certainly didn’t want to tell her that I’d woken up with my arms around her and a stiffy ...

... between my legs. She sat down on the adjacent couch wearing the pink pajama set her mother had given her for her sixteenth birthday. She looked adorable and well rested. As we sat there discussing the day ahead, my mind was constantly drifting to having just spent half a night in bed with my daughter, how innocent it had started and yet how naughty it had ended, at least for me. Sandy seemed oblivious to her nocturnal antics, but I was jealous of her boyfriends. She didn’t have one at that moment, having broken up with Jeff a few months ago and declaring that she didn’t need any more men in her life. --- For the next couple of days and nights, we got on with business as usual. Sandy went to school during the day, and I worked from home. In the evening, we cooked together, did the household chores and watched television. Even though we were back in father-daughter teaming mode, I hadn’t forgotten the events of two nights prior, and felt particularly disturbed when Sandy suggested sleeping in my bed once again, because apparently her own bed just wasn’t good enough. “I’ve been sleeping in that bed for years,” she said, “It’s too small and uncomfortable.” “Sandy, I know it’s about time you had a new one.” I answered. She was right. She was still sleeping in the same bed as we had bought her when she was about five years old. The mattress wasn’t high quality, and the springs had taken their toll. In fact, I felt somewhat ashamed of the shabbiness of it all. “I’ll buy you a new bed as ...