bloodsoul1987

anything except his boxers. His fingers gently comb through my hair, massaging my scalp to lull me to sleep. Nearly dozing off now, I hadn't realized my tank-top strap had slid down, exposing my right breast to my father. I shiver suddenly, feeling a tingle at my chest. I open my eyes to look and to my surprise, my dad was touching me, circling his thumb around my nipple until it harden. "Wh-what are you doing?" My voice was shaky but I didn't sound frightened. My dad smiled, "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. I just want my girl to feel good." He whispered to me, but then suddenly pauses, cautious. "Do you want me to stop?" I don't hesitate to answer, "No, it feels nice." He chuckled, "I knew you would like it." My heart was