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Sleepless Nights

... soon as possible.” I continued, “But for now you’ll have to put up with it.” Sandy knew that on my tight budget it was likely to take few months before I could afford to buy a new bed, making it clear to me that she wasn’t willing to wait that long. She looked at me, pouting. “But Daddy, it’s OK if I sleep next to you.” She said, “Now that Mommy’s gone, there’s plenty of room.” Again, I didn’t want to go into my deviant thoughts about the matter. I figured that if I won the next contract I could afford a new bed for her, and in the meantime I would just have to put up with her sleeping beside me, hoping that we wouldn’t get into a mess, or worse, that I would wake up holding her again. I had considered sleeping on the couch, but I knew from experience that it was bad for my back, just as it had been the other day when she found me there. Besides, I kept telling myself that there was nothing inherently wrong with it, per se. I would just have to be careful. --- As I lay there reading my book in the dimness of the bedside lamp, Sandy came into the room wearing a short white cotton nightdress with puffy sleeves. It was so short that I caught a glimpse of her matching white cotton panties before she slipped into the bed beside me. I felt a twitch in my groin, but I tried to ignore it. “Good night, Daddy”, she smiled at me, leaning toward me for a peck on the cheek. I kissed her goodnight, after which she turned her back to me and laid down to sleep. I looked over at her a few ...

... times while I read, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow, her sweet neck and ears exposed as though they were waiting to be nibbled. She reminded me of Karin and the times I had seduced her into having sex just by teasing her. I would start by giving her a neck massage for several minutes, followed by kissing her neck and biting her ears just enough to let her know that I wanted her badly. I turned over, my back to her back, and went to sleep. --- In the middle of the night I woke up. Sandy was talking in her sleep and writhing about in the bed. At first I thought she was having a nightmare, but I quickly realized that she was just dreaming and talking in her sleep. “Yes, that’s nice.” She said, “Keep doing that.” I turned around slowly in bed to see what was going on. I could barely make her out in the darkness, but I could see that she was lying on her back with the covers down, and was stroking herself. My daughter was masturbating herself in my bed! “Mmm, that’s nice”, she continued, “I like it.” I had no idea who she was talking to. It could have been an ex-boyfriend, a potential lover, perhaps a teacher, or a fictitious character. In any case, whoever it was, that person was the luckiest man in the world. I, on the other hand, was a horny and embarrassed father. I felt ashamed for having these wanton feelings, and yet I was too sexually excited to ignore them completely. As I turned away from her to try to get back to sleep, I felt a little bundle of cotton on the ...