Another massage and a not so small bribe.

With a lump in your throat, you ask, "I'm sorry... I should have more self control than that... Is there anything specific that you want?"

Ava looks at you thoughtfully and places a finger on her chin, "Hmmm..."

You feel your cheeks redden as your daughter decides what to do with you.

With a straight face, she says, "So not only did you spy on me while I was getting dressed. You got a boner too."

You flinch slightly when she references what you're hiding underneath her pillow.

"Ava... I..."

She tilts her head to the side, smiles, and then giggles. Her reaction puts you at ease.

"Dad, you are so bad."

"I'm sorry... You're just... very pretty... not that it excuses what I did."

"I guess that I shouldn't be surprised after you couldn't stop looking at my panties last night."

You laugh nervously. Ava looks at you for a moment and you find it incredibly hard to make eye contact.

"I want another foot massage. That'll be a good start."

Well, you don't have to be told twice. Ava walks on her knees around you and lays back with her head on a pillow. You sit up and remove the pillow from your lap. You rise up and maneuver to the spot your daughter was just in at the foot of the bed. You notice Ava's eyes drop to your crotch. Moving freely in your loose boxers, your erection couldn't be more obvious.

Amused, your daughter says, "Maybe keep the pillow in your lap, Daddy."

Settling into a cross legged position, you grab the pillow and follow Ava's suggestion. Fortunately, she doesn't seem terribly bothered by the situation because she lifts her feet and drops them on top of the pillow in your lap. You take one of her cute little feet in both hands and begin the foot rub. Ava sighs and relaxes her head back into her pillow, closing her eyes.

Similar to last night, your view is quite enticing. Ava's shirt is a good bit shorter. Her panties, skimpy black ones, are almost in full view. Switching to her other foot, you are in no rush to speed things along. You can almost envision her scores slowly rising.

The room is completely quiet. Ava seems content to enjoy her massage in silence. However, you'd rather get her talking. You don't want to mention conversation with Natalie because it will upset her. There is something that you want to bring up. An idea that would surely accelerate progress with your daughter.

"Have you thought about what you want as a graduation gift?"

She sighs but that might just be because you start rubbing small circles with your thumbs on the soles of her feet.

"I don't expect anything..."

"Money is tight but I still want to do something for you. I can make it work."

Wiggling her toes, she says, "Just keep doing this for me and I'll be happy."

"Whenever you want."

She laughs, "Careful or I might hold you to that."

"I hope you do."

A few minutes pass in silence. Your hands start venturing onto her ankles and lower calves. Running over a few things in your mind, you decide on something.

"So... about not having an outfit for Friday night. Maybe I could buy you one."

She looks up and props herself up on her elbows.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

A wide smile forms over her face.

"Dad, you're the best!"

You chuckle to yourself, "Well, I don't know about that..."

Ava relaxes back on the bed while you let your hands start to wander a bit higher.

Ava muses to herself, "I haven't gotten new clothes in forever..."

"So maybe tomorrow night the two of us can go shopping. It will have to be after dinner because I have my workout with Hana."

"Oh..."

"Is that okay?"

"Well... I was thinking that I'd just go with Maya after school."

Maya is your daughter's best friend. They were on the track team together. Predictably, she's very attractive. With your newfound power, you might just have to get to know her a little better. Whenever she's been at your house in the past, your interactions have been limited.

"I guess it would be weird if I tagged along, then?"

"Probably... sorry..."

Your feelings are a bit hurt but it's perfectly reasonable. An 18 year old girl isn't going to want to go clothes shopping with her father. It's probably a minor miracle that she was so eager to agree to Friday night plans. You do wonder how she would react with a maxed affection score. Would you accompanying her not even warrant a second thought?

Another idea pops into your mind.

"Do you think that Maya would be interested in going out with us Friday night?"

"I doubt it. She and her boyfriend probably have plans."

Ah, a small obstacle but surely an easy one to overcome.

"Some other time then."

Quiet returns to the room as you focus on the massage. Ava's eyes are closed and she's breathing softly. You're pretty sure that she isn't asleep. With her feet still in your lap, your reach is limited. To resolve this, you grab her just above the ankles and pull her slowly towards you. You spread her legs a couple of feet until her calves rest on your knees. This also causes her shirt to ride up until part of her stomach and all of her panties are in view.

She mumbles sleepily, "Hmm... what are you doing?"

"I just need you a bit closer so I can reach your thighs."

With both hands, you encircle one of her legs and rub upwards. Her legs are skinny but strong. When your fingers approach her panties, you stop only an inch or two away.

She sighs, "Mmm... that's nice..."

For the next few minutes, you alternate between her legs. Each time, you make it a game to get as close to her panties without actually touching them. It might just be your imagination but you can feel the heat coming from between her legs. That small strip of black fabric would be so easy to hook a finger under and pull aside...

Ava seems completely relaxed under your touch. It's no surprise, then, when she falls asleep. You sit there for a moment, keeping your hands dangerously close to your most coveted prize, and listen to her steady breathing.

Trying to not wake her, you move one of her legs aside and scoot out from between them. Ava shifts a bit in her sleep while you get off of the bed. Looming above her, your eyes soak in the sight of your sleeping daughter. Her shirt seems loosely bunched around her stomach. Carefully, you reach down and lift it slightly before studying her face for a reaction. Seeing none, you feel emboldened. Your heart pounds as you lift the hem of her shirt up and lean down to look inside.

It's fairly dark inside of the bedroom so what you're looking for is hard to see. But still, the small swells of her breasts and the unmistakable points of her nipples come into view. Before you get caught, you carefully lower the shirt back down to her stomach.

Standing back straight up, you silently scold yourself for perving on your daughter once more. One thing is certain, seeing more of Ava is starting to become an addiction. You take solace in the fact she seemed to handle your earlier spying well. Maybe she wouldn't mind you taking a second look?

Deep down, you know where this path inevitably leads. You imagine her waking up and taking you by the hand, pulling you on top of her. You crave her touch and she yours. Her thin lips meld perfectly with yours as the two of you enjoy the most forbidden of kisses.

You sigh and close your eyes. Part of you knows that all of this is morally ambiguous. But it can't be that bad, right? If everyone is happy, nobody truly gets hurt. Ava, of all people, had the tiniest hint of wanting more from your relationship before you even acquired the power of the Affection Multiplier. As far as you're concerned, this has just given her a nudge in the right direction.

Since there's little use in standing there and fantasizing of things to come, you lean down and give your daughter a kiss on the forehead. She doesn't react. Good. She must actually be asleep.

After leaving her bedroom and shutting the door, you wander aimlessly around the dark house. You're a little concerned that Natalie might take offense to you walking around with an obvious erection bobbing in front of you. Part of you wants her to see you like this. With as upset as you are with her, you'd love to relive some of the passion that used to exist between the two of you.

A horny mess, you find yourself in your office. With just a few clicks on the computer, you pull up the new Affection Multiplier profile picture for your daughter. It's exactly what you expected. Eyes fixed on the memory of your first look at your daughter's breasts, you fish your hard cock out of your boxers.

Not even a minute later, you're gasping for air and shooting your load into a wad of tissues. Some of the impatience you've been feeling seems to dissolve. Good things come to those who wait.

With a clear mind, you close the Affection Multiplier app and pull up your banking information. If you're treating your daughter to a shopping trip tomorrow, you need to make sure all of your ducks are in a row. It's probably a good idea to have as much cash on hand as possible. Ava has her shopping trip tomorrow. Then there's the night out on Friday. There will surely be other things as well. You anticipate other opportunities will come up as well and your spending will increase a great deal.

With surprisingly little hesitation, you make arrangements to sell off a large chunk of your retirement investments. The Affection Multiplier should help you recoup anything tenfold in the long run. It's only now that you consider the longevity of your new favorite app. Is this a lifetime deal? If it isn't, you just hope that you'll have a heads up.

Once everything is sorted out, you take your card out of your wallet and twirl it a couple of times between your fingers. You chuckle to yourself and shake your head. Honestly, the most unbelievable part of the last couple of days might be that you're willing to give this little piece of plastic to your daughter. You shudder to think what the damage might be. Deciding to get in front of that, you grab a pen and piece of paper. You consider several different numbers in your head before deciding to just be aggressive.

Ava,

Here's my card. Please don't spend more than $1000 dollars. That should be more than enough for you and Maya to have a good time. You deserve it. Since it's quite a bit of money, please don't say anything to your mother about how much you spend. I'll talk to her.

Love,

Dad

Less horny than before, you sneak back into Ava's room. As you approach the bed, she stirs a bit but doesn't open her eyes. You put the note on the table and leave your card on top of it. Ava lays in the position you left her in, on top of the covers and with her shirt ridden up on her stomach. You watch her for a minute before turning to leave.

From behind you, her voice says, "Not going to tuck me in?"

Your heart skips a beat. She was awake? Was she awake earlier when...

"Dad... I'm cold."

You turn and smile down at her. Ava lifts up slightly and allows you to tug down the sheet and blanket that she's laying on. Once it's bunched around her feet, you lift it up and pull it back over her. She coos softly as you make a show of tucking her in around the sides of her body and under her chin.

"I guess you can't perve on me if I'm all covered up, huh?"

"Guess not."

Ava playfully sticks her tongue out at you. There's a glimmer in her eye. You reach down, squeeze her shoulder, and turn to leave.

"Hey, you have to give me another goodnight kiss."

Another kiss? She remembers the first one.

You smirk, "Why's that?"

"That's just the rule."

Eh, you don't even want to pretend to debate that. Instead, you lean down and kiss your daughter's cheek. Your lips linger dangerously close to the corner of her mouth.

"Goodnight, Daddy."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

Once again, you turn to leave.

"Get the lights too, will ya?"

Seems like a reasonable request. It would be a shame if she had to get up after you so meticulously tucked her in. Once Ava's room is adequately dark, you make your leave. No sooner than you're out of the room, you're dreaming of visiting again tomorrow.

When you get back to your bedroom, Natalie is in bed with the lights off. You're unsure if she's sleeping or not. This might just be so that she can avoid talking to you. Your wife almost never goes to sleep first. You wouldn't have brought up your earlier conversation anyway. Natalie needs her space.

Once you are settled into bed, you can't help but pull out your phone and check the updated scores for your wife and daughter.

Natalie Thompson

Affection Score: 21 (+2)

Love Score: 33 (+8)

Lust Score: 0

Ava Thompson

Affection Score: 88 (+9)

Love Score: 19 (+4)

Lust Score: 12 (+5)

For the next 10 minutes, you stare at the updated scores and overanalyze them. Natalie's love score continues to outperform her affection score. What you crave is even just a point added to her lust score. The intimacy between the two of you really does seem to be dead. However, you're sure that the Affection Multiplier can help you revive it.

The increases in Ava's scores seem low considering the intimate moments you two shared. It looks like you'll max her affection score relatively soon. Although, progress does seem more difficult the higher a score gets.

Anxious for tomorrow to arrive, you set your phone aside and try to sleep. Natalie lays motionless a few feet away from you. Your familiarity with how she sounds when sleeping leads you to believe that she is also lying awake with a restless mind.

Eventually, sleep takes you.