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Louisa Evolving (w/celebstars)

As he clenched her hair, she soon felt him let go of it before answering her question with a pause. "We don't have to talk about it? Daddy you just got an erection over me!" Sitting up, she swing a leg off him and then climbed off the sofa. Standing in front of him she seemed confused and maybe a little crept out by it. "Why? They don't just happen?" Of course she wouldn't know, she wasn't a male and she didn't have an extended knowledge of erections and what caused them.

"Dad I am scared" Keeping her arms by her sides, her hands were joined near her tummy and she was doing her normal nervous habit of messing with her fingers.

The last time she felt a bulge she was being forced. A rush of memories came flooding back.
 
He made no effort to stop her as she climbed off of him, resigning himself to talking to her about it through a door or after she'd cooled down. Fortunately, she didn't go anywhere. He took a breath before answering and made sure to stay pretty still. Why is she this panicked over it? Has she never had this happen? Along with the clothing restrictions, he and Louisa had never talked about boyfriends or sex. He was surprised by her surprise, but he realized he really shouldn't be. "They are normal. There's nothing...wrong with having an erection."

He watched her a moment to try to gauge how she was doing. Her finger fidgeting let him know he needed to say more. "You're safe, sweetie. You know nothing will happen to you here. You know you're safe, right?"
 
"I just don't know what to say" she said, taking a deep breath and then running her fingers through her hair, holding it there like she was thinking about what just happened. "I'm going to go to bed, I will see you in the morning." Louisa didn't mean to be moody or sound rude, she was just confused, and was flooded with thoughts and feelings.

Walking out of the room, she headed up the carpeted staircase and towards her room. Closing the door, she changed in to her black nightie, undressing her body of clothing and slipping the night wear over her head. She still wore her black panties and bra and slipped in to her bed under the sheets.
 
David sat on the couch and nodded in semi-understanding. She needed time to collect her bearings and he could respect that. When she said she was going to bed he smiled weakly. "Okay, sweetie. Sleep well."

He sighed to himself before slowly getting up. He'd sat there on the couch a few minutes to see if she'd changed her mind, but it didn't seem to be happening. He got ready for bed, stripping down to only his boxers, but was unable to sleep. He was thinking of Louisa, how he'd failed as a parent. She had an unhealthy view of sex and relationships and almost all of the blame for that could be laid at his feet. Once she'd started developing, and he'd started becoming attracted to her, he'd been less affectionate and playful. He'd been afraid of giving into his desires and now he had a daughter that was always single, always played the good girl, and was afraid of penis.

She'd never be happy like that. Always alone, always afraid. He couldn't take her to a therapist, either. She'd end up like Brittney Spears, a national joke getting publicity for her issues. I need to do something about this. I need to show her that physical attraction isn't wrong, and that physical intimacy is healthy. I have to do it myself.

He was picturing the scene on the couch earlier, and how different it could have been if he'd placed his hands on her hips and held her against him, made her see how good it felt. She would have thanked him and she would have learned from the experience. The images in his mind kept going. Normally he would distract himself with porn or by waking himself up, but not tonight. He wasn't going to run from his desires anymore. He was going to show her, share them with her, make her see how great it could be. He came violently, thinking of her for the first time, and it felt amazing.

...

He'd changed boxers and taken a shower. He was limp, still sated from earlier. He knew that the door to her room wasn't locked. She was probably asleep. It had been about an hour since she'd gone upstairs. Gently, he knocked on the door. "Louisa? It's Dad." Without waiting, he walked into the room, wanting to see if she was awake.
 
Louisa found it hard to sleep, she didn't and couldn't take her mind of what happened downstairs. Her face was full of frowning and concern and the fact her father now entered the room after knocking, only made her feelings feel worse.

"What do you want?" She asked, her back against the headboard as she sat up in her black nightie. A thin strap of velvet which looked as delicate as she did rested on each shoulder by her bra straps which looked much firmer.

Looking up at her Dad, she didn't feel scared of him, she was just lacking the understanding that went with what happened.

"You here to lecture me aren't you?" Louisa said, the sheets and covers pulled over her legs to her waist, meaning the front of her in her nightie was visible to him.

"Do father's even get erections in front of their daughters?"
 
"At least I didn't wake you up." He smiled weakly at the observation, admitting non verbally how awkward things were. He suspected that not waking her up was about the only positive of this visit, but it was a good start. Her "greeting" of "what do you want?" showed that she was not looking forward to a talk. It being dark in the room, he wasn't quite able to make out the details of her nightie.

He shook his head when asked if he was going to lecture her, but didn't respond with more right away, though he chuckled nervously at her last question, glad that he wasn't erect at the moment. "I'm not here to lecture you. I'm not mad at you. I know you're confused and upset and I want to help."

He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, holding out a hand near hers in a silent request for her to hold his hand.
 
The bed creaked as he sat on it and the springs strained having to deal with another load of human weight. When he said he wasn't mad at her, Louisa didn't think he had the right to be anyway, but she could see the figure of a hand move up the sheets and rest openly. Leaning over, she put on her night light, the lamp blasted the room with light in an instant and her face and body was easily visible.

Seeing him in his underwear wasn't a surprise, she had seen him that way before in the mornings or evenings before bed.

Holding out her hand, her fingers linked with his and her black nail varnish stood out against his pale skin.
 
David waited in silence as she leaned over and hit the light, her butt exposed briefly. Fortunately the view soon disappeared. "Thanks," he said, appreciating her willingness to talk about the difficult subject.

Having now seen the nightie as well as a peek as to what was under it, he did his best not to look back at it, looking down at the mattress as though embarrassed or ashamed.

As she took his hand, he ran a thumb over her nails, smiling softly at the black varnish before squeezing her hand gently. "Is it okay if we stay up for a while and talk about it?"
 
She weakly acknowledged his thanks, and then looked down at his thumb rubbing over her fingers and nails. By the way he was, sitting on the edge of her bed and asking if they could stay up to talk about it, Louisa gathered he felt uneasy and guilty, so she thought.

"Just forget about it, we don't have to talk about it. It was just a stupid thing and we can move on."

Looking at him with her peering blue eyes, Louisa then stroked her thumb against his skin, her nail adding a rough edge and a short soft scratch.
 
As she offered to move on, he smiled down at her and squeezed her hand, meeting her eyes with his. "Thanks, sweetie, that is very sweet of you, but I think we should talk about it anyways. It won't be an easy talk, but I think there are some things we should discuss and I think tonight is the right time to do that."

He responded to the stroke from her thumb with a light caress using his, watching her eyes for her reaction. He was starting to stir down below, but thus far his cock was concealed by his boxers.
 
Pulling her hand away from his, she didn't do it because of the touches but because she had an itch on her ear. Bringing it up, she scratched it and then placed her hand on the bed along with the other either side of her hips and leant on them for support.

"Why do we need to talk about it? I won't tell Mum if that is what you are worried about?"

Louisa started to think that this was his worry. Her mother and her younger sister were on holiday for the weekend. She would have joined them to if it wasn't for that stupid audition.
 
He slowly withdrew his hand from right next to her, not wanting to dwell too much on the termination of contact. He noticed that her breasts seemed push out further as she leaned back on her hands. He shook his head as he caught himself looking. Fortunately, the timing worked out, as she'd asked him a question. "No. That's not why. I mean, I appreciate that. I really do."

Partly to establish closeness, but also because he was beginning to harden, he got up and pulled down the blankets, sliding underneath and laying on his side, facing her. "Louisa, I'm worried about you. I fear that there are things you aren't ready to cope with, and that it is my fault."
 
The brunette watched him walk around the bed with his back mostly to her and she didn't piece together it was because he was hard. Now as he slid in to her bed she to turned on her side, resting her head on her hand as her elbow dug in to the soft cushion of the pillow.

Looking in to his eyes, she didn't know what his game was, but she now realised he was in her bed, under her sheets in just his underwear wanting to talk about his erection earlier.

"I can't cope with things because of something else, not you" she said honestly.
 
He used his right arm to support his weight, and reached out with his left hand, laying it on the mattress palm down, visible to Louisa. He spent a moment looking into his daughter's eyes as they faced each other, in bed together, with her wearing possibly the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

"That doesn't make it right for me, though. I should have talked to you about things when you were growing up. Things like erections...I never made an effort to explain them. I wanted you to be sheltered from things like that, to not have to worry about it, and that was beyond foolish. I want to make it up to you, though. I want us to be able to talk about anything. I love you very much, Louisa, and I'm here for you no matter what."

He swallowed briefly before continuing. "I know I can't undo those choices, but I'd like us to start over in that sense, to be more open with each other, to not be afraid to share feelings. I want to know what the something else is, and whatever it is, I won't judge you for it."
 
Seeing how comfortable he was laying in front of her with his legs under the sheets, she eyed his chest, seeing the hairs he had on it and the body which was once muscular but now looked normal and average.

Listening to him, she gathered he had some feelings he wanted to share and she never knew about them. "Daddy it is fine" Louisa felt a little sorry for him as he believed it was all his fault the way she was. The spare hand which was laying on her leg reached out to his hand which laid on the bed in between them.

"Daddy it isn't your fault. I have to tell you something. A couple of years ago, a boy forced himself on me." Louisa didn't think she had that strength to blurt it out, but she now went all shy.
 
As his daughter's hand reached for his, David deflated, letting out a relieved sigh. That small gesture meant a lot to him, showed she still loved him and trusted him. He thought about what to say/do. Her gaze had broken from his, but he remained looking at her beautiful face as she looked downward. He considered scooting closer for a hug, wondering if that was too soon or not.

He was still trying to make that decision when she told him about her past. He blinked in surprise, taking a moment to let the information soak in. Her gently squeezed her hand, smiling sadly at her. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I really hoped you'd never have to experience anything like that. Would you like to talk about it?"
 
"I don't need to talk about it, I am fine, it happened ages ago." Her thumb gently rubbed against his hand. "Let's talk about something else, let's not dwell in the past." Her face seemed to cheer up, at least trying to seem OK in front of her father. "These thing's happen. It's life." That is what Louisa had always told herself in a bid to get over it and it seemed to work.

The daughter looked straight ahead to him as they both rested their heads on their arms and held hands in the centre of the bed.

Her crystal blue eyes and silky nightie contrasted well together in the orange glowing lamp light. "Are you OK with it?"
 
He didn't believe that she was fine or that she didn't need to talk about it, but he was willing to let that slide since she seemed willing to discuss the present, which is what interested him more. He returned the smile, both trying to reassure her as well as let her know that he wasn't going to press the issue. "I'm okay with not talking about it for now. Maybe another time." He shrugged somewhat, letting her know it wasn't required.

He gave her hand one last squeeze before letting go and scooting forward a little, bringing his hand up to her cheek. "I am still worried about you, though. Given the way you reacted earlier, I fear that you aren't able to feel comfortable with a man, and that scares me, because it means you aren't able to have a loving, intimate relationship, and that's something I want you to be able to have."
 
When he let go of her hand to caress her soft freckled cheek, her natural instinct made her lean her head in to his palm, taking some of the weight although not all of it.

His words did mess with her mind, even if it wasn't deliberate. She completely forgot about the fact her father had an erection by her and looked at the situation from her point. "You mean, I an afraid of men? Did I not react the way I was supposed to downstairs then?" Her neatly plucked eyebrows fell above her eyes in a deep confused look, pondering what it was he was speaking of.

"I have never had that loving relationship before."
 
David smiled softly at his daughter as she tilted her head slightly into his caress. She still craved affection, which meant there was hope for both of them to be happy. He didn't verbally answer her questions, but his face suggested that the answers to those questions weren't pleasant. "Okay," he said softly.

He scooted closer again, placing his hand on her back, resting on the thin fabric of her nightie, as he moved his body nearer hers. "I'm sorry that you haven't had that, sweetie, and that you haven't experienced some of the things you should have. I want you to know that I am hear for you and that I love you very much."

He rested his forehead on hers, looking into her eyes. "I want to make sure you don't miss out on those things, that you can tell when an erection isn't something to be scared of."
 
His hand on her back brought her closer to him as he scooted over to her. Their foreheads rested against one another and she remembered when they did that when she was younger after he read her a story.

"Most Dad's would want their daughters to be locked away and kept away from guys, but you want me to go ahead and be with one." It was a little weird talking to him this close, his eyes seemed crossed now and she could smell his breath. "I guess I just think all guys just want to use me, and not love me."

Lifting a hand up she scratched her hair with her black nails and then rested it on his bare shoulder. This awkward thought then came in to her mind.

"Can I ask something?" Louisa asked, pulling away from his forehead. Her stomach was turning with nerves and she was shaking a little bit.

"Like..I have already kind of felt it....I mean, accidently, when sitting on your lap..." she then stopped.
 
He allowed a small laugh as she mentioned how different he was from most fathers. "Well, sweetie, you've had a very different life. I have to be a different kind of father."

He could tell that something was on her mind as she scratched her hair and placed a hand on his shoulder. He wondered what it was but didn't pry. She was comfortable with the situation, and that was the most important thing.

Sure enough, a question was soon voiced. He nodded as she pulled away, letting her know she could ask, otherwise remaining still since he could tell she was nervous.

He hesitated before answering, being afraid he wasn't understanding her correctly and not wanting to make things more awkward. "Are you asking if you can feel my penis? You can if you want, but you'll have to hug me tightly and tell me you love me."

He smiled playfully, briskly rubbing her back.
 
The awkwardness she felt at that point was high, what she just asked made her think she was a bad person and he could have easily of shouted at her and kicked her out. It was only on the basis of what happened earlier that she asked.

His answer of yes surprised her even though she wanted it. She smiled when he made a joke of it, saying she had to hug him and say she loved him.

Never before had she been so nervous hugging her father. Leaning in with both arms, she hugged him close, his warm chest pressed against hers. "I love you Daddy" she smiled widely.
 
The smile let him knew that tonight would be the best night of his life. Despite having masturbated earlier, he was very hard right now and was looking forward to pressing up against her. He pressed in between her shoulder blades, enjoying the feel of her soft breasts against his bare chest, her bra and thin nightie separating him from her flesh. He then gently reached for her hand, taking it in his and slowly moving it down to his center, kissing his daughter on the cheek and whispering "I love you, too" as he rested it on his fully erect shaft.

"Do you feel safe, sweetie?" This was amazing.
 
The hug was warm and loving, just like any other before between a father and daughter. But it ended with a more naughty action as he took her hand whilst her head rested on his shoulder. Her fingers and palm ran down his chest to his waist and snuck under the sheets and covers before finding it's way to his groin. His bulge was pressed against her hand under his underwear.

Nodding her head to his question, she did feel safe, but also awkward. "I am touching my Dad's cock" Louisa mentioned, the realisation coming in to full effect.

"I don't think Mum would like this."
 
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