The morning after

You wake up in your own bed, dressed in your pajama shorts and an old t-shirt, with a groggy mind and an overwhelming sense of deja-vu. Faint morning light drifts in from the window, dust bouncing around the air within it, like a layer of fog descending upon you. Something feels...off. You begin to slide out from underneath the faded fleur de lis sheets of your bed, but your movements are arrested by the faint groan of the woman beside you. The woman in your arms. Nadia. Her auburn hair falls against her back and down the sheets between you like the great Tiber river, forcing you apart. Your arm is around her again somehow, your hand in hers, pressed against her stomach over top of her nightgown. How does this keep happening? You last touched her years ago, and now you have done it multiple times in as many days. It must be the app. You are not sure what it is doing, but there is no other explanation. After last night, though, you don't need one. You love Karina, the memories of only a few hours ago flooding back into your sleep-deprived brain, and what you did with her feels right.

You are tempted to edge closer to Nadia, pressing your chest to her back and your groin to her rear. To dance your hand along her stomach, tracing circles across her belly. To feel that warmth you have been deprived of for so long. But you remain still, and her chest rises and falls in the morning light. You lay there, watching. Enjoying the sight of the woman you loved forever ago.

Your vista is broken by the familiar, ringing sound of your alarm. It is Saturday, so it is only set to seven in the morning. Regardless, it always means the same thing. Work. You slink out of bed, leaving Nadia alone beneath the warm sheets, and drift into the hallway. The bathroom is empty, so you shower, brush your teeth and prepare for the day. As you wash, you are again reminded of last night. You had managed to change your underwear before getting in bed, but your penis is still coated in dried cum. You sigh. Evidence of your crime - of your shame, that feeling you know should be pumping through every atom of your body. You think back as you wash, considering what Karina said to you. She is a woman, sure, and she can do as she pleases. She wants you. She wants to take care of you. You know you should feel shame, but the feeling flees as soon as you try to focus on it, evasive like a shadow in the light. The only thing left to you is a single thought: you loved every fucking second of it. That the atoms beneath your flesh are indifferent to who her father is, you or otherwise; that your heart thunders at the thought of her, bending over in front of you in that drenched sheer thong, the faintest parts of her pussy visible from without it. You leave the bathroom more confused than when you entered it - having enjoyed your time with your daughter, being happy with your growing relationship, feeling concerned for the sexual aspects thereof, distinctly eager to see where it goes next, and determined to not ruin everything you had managed to build so far with her.

You dress in your room, slim dark blue jeans and a black v-neck, with black sneakers on your feet - your weekend work uniform at the Rice Room. On your way back down the hallway, you stop outside of Karina's door. Something draws you in. You hold your ear to it, listening for any sounds within - it is silent, though. You turn away, heading downstairs, but stop once more. Before you can think to intensely about it, you return to her door and plant a soft knock, before turning the handle and teasing the wooden barrier open.

"Karina, are you awake?" you murmur, continuing to open your door.

To your surprise, Karina is sitting on her bed in her school uniform, her hair in a tight blond braid, listening to something on her head buds and reading a textbook. She fails to notice you, as her eyes flicker across the page. You approach her, your soft footsteps barely audible to even your unburdened ears, and reach a hand out to her foot, cloaked by a soft white sock.

"Oh, shit!" she yells, her eyes jerking up to meet yours and her legs recoiling away from you. "Dad, you scared the heck out of me," she says more evenly, having found her bearings.

"I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to. I wanted to check on you before I go to work. Why are you up so early?"

"Oh, okay. I am studying here for a little bit and then going to meet Mia at the library to work on our project together. I'll be back home later tonight."

"Alright, Karina. Tell Mia hey for me - and be safe while you're out there."

She smiles at you, and you linger. A sigh escapes your lips before you continue.

"About last night - I... I don't know what I let come over me. I did enjoy it, quite a lot actually, but I am concerned, Karina. It's not natural, despite how I feel about it. Despite how you feel about it. I am so conflicted about what to do. I don't want to hurt you, or Nadia."

Karina slides off of her desk, her braid swishing behind her, and her skirt pulling back against her comforter, the ghost of her panties fleeing before your eyes. She stands in front of you, the top of her head barely reaching your chin. She looks up at you, her breath on yours, those autumn eyes and that lavender-scented hair enticing your senses yet again.

"Daddy, I know you might have some concerns. But you shouldn't. I loved it. And I love you. I think that's all that should matter - our love for each other. If we're happy together, then let's be together. Do you agree?"

"Well, yes, but I -"

She wraps her arms around your waist in a tight hug, pressing her lithe and toned body into yours. You hug her back, sinking your nose into her smooth hair and caressing her shoulder with one of your hands.

"It's that simple, daddy. Last week, I would have never thought of us this way, but now I do. And I cannot imagine it changing - how could it? It is meant to be - and fate cannot be fought. Either you liked it, or you didn't. I liked it, and I know you liked it - I felt you beneath me last night. All that is left is for you to admit it to yourself."

"I... I liked it."

"Do you want to do something like that again? Yes or no."

"...Yes."

"Then grab my ass, and tell me you love me."

She looks up at you, her eyes so full of expectation and challenge, demanding you fulfill her wish. You are powerless before them, not unlike the previous night, and your body demands you comply. Your hands drift down her waist, sliding off of her clean pressed shirt and edging down the rough tartar wool of her skirt, before wrapping around the pliable mounds of her ass, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh with a sigh. Your cock stirs in your pants, awakened by the heaven so near to it. A blush spreads across your daughter's face, but she still waits.

"I love you."

Her blush turns into a beaming smile, her resplendent white teeth seeming to light the room around you, and she leans in for a kiss. An innocent kiss, very different from the hunger she showed you before. You kiss her back, your hands still gripping her beautiful form over her skirt, until she pulls away. She gives you a wink, before sitting back down on the bed.

"I love you, too," she says, as she slides back against the wall, her braid falling over her shoulder and landing between her breasts. "Now, I do need to continue studying - but I am glad to continue this later, whenever you're ready, daddy. I'm here for you."

You nod, and turn away from her, heading towards the door to leave.

"And daddy," she says, as your hand lands on the door handle; you turn back to face her. "I really want it to be soon." With the sultriest look you have ever seen on her, she pulls her knees to her chest, her thick skirt rising up to reveal her plain, simple panties beneath, and her tender pussy lips bulging against them from within. She stays there for a few seconds, and then straightens her legs back out, shielding that heaven from your sight once again. "Soon," she repeats, not unlike a challenge.

"Soon," you agree, and leave her room. A relationship status change notification pops up on your phone, which you read as you walk downstairs.

Karina: Affection: 34 (+4). Love: 58 (+2). Lust: 41 (+1).