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Anna's Shorts: The bimbo pill

... had I forgotten to button up my pyjamas shirt, or dad had unbuttoned it while I was asleep. I couldn't quite remember if I had buttoned it, but even as the realization hit me that my shirt was unbuttoned, I felt dad's hand on my belly.

It felt really nice to have him touch my belly, and I closed my eyes, losing myself in the affectionate caress. It didn't take long before I felt his hand slowly move up my stomach, and up over my breasts. His hand stopped once he reached my nipple. I bit my lower lip to keep from letting out a moan, as I didn't want to scare him off. It felt so amazing, and I remained completely still, afraid that any movement would let him know that I was awake, or that he'd pull away his hand.

A part of me wondered if what he was doing was wrong, to be cheating on mom like this. Though, to be honest, I didn't think what he was doing would be classified as sex, which would mean that it wouldn't be classified as cheating either. Right? As for the wrong part, aren't family members supposed to make each other feel safe? And loved? And comfortable? In that moment, dad was making me feel all those things, and by that logic, it couldn't be classified as wrong. With all my misgivings put aside, I closed my eyes and enjoyed dad's gentle touch. I wished that the movie had been longer, but eventually the credits began rolling on the tv-screen, and I realized that meant the closeness with my dad was soon over as well.

I managed to suppress a giggle, hoping that ...

... dad would carry me to my bed tonight as well, which he did. I knew dad was surprisingly fit for a man his age, but my admiration for him rose a couple of notches for being able to carry his 24 year old daughter up a flight of stairs.

I managed to feign being asleep all the way, and he gently dropped me in my bed.

"Good night, my beautiful," dad whispered, and I was just about to whisper back, when I realized that would give the game away, and he'd know I was awake the whole time. Not wanting to explain why I made him carry me upstairs, I remained silent, even as dad leaned down and placed a kiss on my right nipple. It was a fleeting kiss, but it made my whole body tingle with arousal.

Thankfully I heard dad walk out from my room after the kiss, and I tore off my pyjamas. My body felt like it was burning up, and I knew that the only way to calm down was to finger myself to what would surely be a massive orgasm. I also knew who'd no doubt make an appearance in my mind as I fingered myself, but fantasies couldn't be classified as incest right? Pleased with having rationalized fantasizing about my own father I got to work, and to make a long story short: I'm glad I had the presence of mind to cover my mouth, or the whole neighborhood would have heard me cum on my fingers. I fell asleep moments later, with a huge smile of satisfaction on my lips.

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Wednesday

I woke up the next day, feeling surprisingly cheerful. I knew there was somewhere I was supposed to go ...