Sweet Morning (AngelicGrace and TheCount)

[CountofTuscany]

Alexander woke up one rainy Sunday morning. He could hear the hydro-bullets outside pound his roof, it was relaxing, and even soothing. He smelled waffles for some reason, and wondered what would be up. He stayed under the covers for a second guessing correctly that his only daughter would have made him waffles. He smirked and smiled taking a good whiff of the aroma teasing his nose.

He thought about his life for merely ten seconds. How his wife had died when she was young, and how she was growing to be an identical representation of her. It was fun to be around her at times, and at the same time, his daughter would like spending much more time with him recently for some odd reason. She would also rage in jealousy whenever he brought home a girlfriend, or just any girl friend. He finally got up and walked to in his boxers towards the kitchen hearing the sizzle of materializing waffles.

He was a tall man with a great build. Chiseled muscles all over his body, and his wide back. He was proud of his shape, and so were many others, as they had told him once or twice. His hair was dark and his eyes a magnificent jade green. He opened the door to say, "Good morning sunshine!"

 

[AngelicGrace]

Samantha turned around to look at her father and smiled widely. Her beautiful blond hair was flowing down her back and her green eyes that resembled him so much stared at him with a warm welcome in their beautiful depths. She was wearing a tiny tank top that showed off her flat stomach and tiny waist and a tiny scrap that could be called underwear that barely covered her backside. "Morning, Daddy!" she said cheerfully. She turned back to her waffles that she was making for him, humming softly and moving around the kitchen, her backside lightly bouncing as she did so. She turned back to look at him, "Did you sleep alright?" Most of the time Sam hated it when her father brought home his little girlfriends that she doubt really did anything for him because she was sure that there was only one person who would be able to help him. She smiled at her thoughts as she leaned down to get into the refrigerator to get the orange juice out and leaned back up before heading over to the table. "I made waffles this morning." she said happily. She had been in such a good mood when he had come home alone last night instead of with one of his bimbos.

She placed down the orange juice on the kitchen table and walked back over to the stove to get the waffles and put it on the plates before them, so that they could eat.

 

[CountofTuscany]

"I slept great!"

He replied just as happily as his little girl. He could see that both of them were fans of sleeping with the least clothe possible even if it was somewhat cool because of the rain. He smirked and added, "I can see." His eyes were, for some reason, stuck on her very curvy body, seeing it move around from lace to place rather hypnotically. He walked towards the table and sat, watching his girl bend over to show him her goods, accidentally or not. He woke up better and found the box of juice in front of him with a cup and a plate in place. He was ready for his breakfast that he so desired. "It smells wonderful Sammy." He said in a low positive tone. He took the juice and poured himself full, pouring some for her too. Alex took a sip as he looked over at Samantha to see that she was bringing him his share of waffles. A bright smile came from his lips as the warmth of the waffles and the smell took over him. "This will really make our day better." He nodded at her grabbing his silverware. "You know it'd be great if we would go watch a movie after this in bed." They would spend Sunday mornings in bed mostly-innocently watching movies or whatever, if he didn't have anyone over of course, which had happened often this month. "Like when you were a small girl."

 

[AngelicGrace]

Sam sat down at the table after she brought over her own waffles and as she sits down, she smiles at her father before remembering that they needed syrup. "Oops, forgot the syrup!" she said. She got back up out of her chair and walked back over to the refrigerator and got out the syrup. She walked back to the table and finally sat down to eat. "Hmmm, that sounds like it would be fun, Dad. How about we watch a scary movie! It would be perfect for a cold, rainy day!" she exclaimed. It had been a long time since she had watched a movie with her father in bed. Or even had an excuse to be in bed with her father. It excited her in so many different ways.

She smiled happily at him as she picked up her fork and knife and started to cut her waffles. She was just really happy that he was with her this morning instead of off somewhere else.

 

[CountofTuscany]

"Silly you!" He said as she came back with the syrup in her hands. He just smiled and nodded at what she said, "It seems like you need someone to hold on to." He winked and added, "You'll always have daddy." He smiled at her and let the syrup drop from the bottle onto the waffles. His eyes looked up at her and then back at the syrup as he stretched his feet below to let them touch hers. He could feel her cold feet with his and let them be warmed. Alex put the syrup down and began to smother it all over his waffle when suddenly he stuck his finger into his waffle to get a good serving and then cleaned himself off with her bare arm next to his. "Whoops" He said sticking his tongue out at her and laughing later. He sat back waiting for her reaction, loving to tease her at times. "Seems like this is a sticky situation." He said as he cleaned the rest of it on her lap, and letting her deal with it. He cut his waffles and ate a piece while he watched her, he couldn't help but smile and laugh inside his head. This remembered him of the early mornings when he would spend with his wife playing around that turned into very steamy sex scenes.

 

[AngelicGrace]

Sam's eyes widened just as she was about to take a bite of her waffle as her father wiped his sticky, syrupy hand on her arm and then on her lap. She felt the sticky and yet somewhat cold syrup wipe on her thighs and she giggled before she literally got some syrup on her hand and wiped it across his cheek, smearing it across his cheek and his nose. She laughed as she leaned back in her chair at the sight he made before she got up to start cleaning off the syrup. It was a little weird to be sitting at the table like this with him and them two teasing each other like they used to a long time ago, but lately he had been so preoccupied with his girlfriends that he brought home that she even doubted that she noticed the change that she had gone through lately. Or that her body was finally starting to develop more or that she was totally in love with him. It was funny sometimes how ignorant parents could be about their children. Although, Sam wasn't really sure that her father would approve of the fact that she desired him and wanted him sexually. After all, it was rather taboo, but that never stopped Sam from wanting it the way that she did. She was so tired of pretending that she just wanted to be his daughter. Sam so much desired to be his lover and even more than to him.

She sighed out loud as she still felt slightly sticky and she thought that perhaps she needed to take a shower to get all this grim off of her. "Hmmm, I think I should probably go take a shower because I feel all sticky." she said. Sam then had the perfect idea on how to make him see that she wanted him as more than just her father. She smirked and brought her slender hands down to the bottom of her tank top and swiftly removed the top there, her back to her father. She smiled and turned around, revealing her 38C full breasts with pink nipples and she shrugged a bit and that only made her breasts bounce enticingly and then she started to walk past him with her tank top hanging from her fingers.

 

[CountofTuscany]

He felt the syrup all over his face. and laughed as she challenged back at him. He grabbed a napkin and started to clean himself off. He chewed his waffle and gulped when all of a sudden she got up from her seat. His eyes on her, he did not expect what was to come. He couldn't had ever felt it, okay maybe once or twice, but he preferred to leave it untouched. The feeling that his daughter stared at him oddly, that he found himself a little bit too like all his dates. And her eyes were a bit too lustful, daring him to come follow, and what if he did? As he took off her top, she showed off somethign that he had not noticed before, something new, that he liked very much. He didn't take them as his little girl's, but instead as a women's. Just as she left with her tank top flagging her needs, he was left there petrified. For some reason, his heart was beating faster and his boxers were tighter. He stood, not knowing what he was doing. He told himself "Kids and parents bathe together almost always, there is nothing wrong in that" trying to not go nuts about the thing that he was going to do. He tried to leave all lustful intentions behind while he made his way to the bathroom. "Sammy?" He called out.

 

[AngelicGrace]

Sam had already gotten in the shower by the time her father came to her follow her. She was naked and wet in the shower, her body glistening with the hot water that seemed to drench her body in wetness. She couldn't hear her father calling her name as the water running was a bit loud and she reached for her body wash and washcloth to clean herself off with. She squeezed some of the lather onto her washcloth and replaced the bottle back to its rightful spot. She started to rub the cloth together and getting the soap all lathered up, so she could wash herself off. She smiled to herself as she thought about the look that had come over her fathers face when he had seen her breasts. Maybe she wasn't completely off on the fact that maybe her father wanted her. That look he had given had looked almost as if he had wanted her then and there because of her young, tight body. And perhaps this was the perfect chance to get her father to see her differently and hopefully he already was seeing her differently.

Once the soap had gotten lathered up, Sam started to slowly wash her smooth skin, rubbing the soft hot washcloth along her body and a soft moan escaped her lips since she was a little aroused by teasing her father as she had just a few moments ago. She sighed and started to run the washcloth along her breasts, her strawberry nipples starting to harden against the cloth as she washed her breasts and Sam stopped for a moment to squeeze her nipples and she bite her lower lip to keep herself from moaning at wonderful it felt. She shut her eyes as she continued to run the washcloth all over her body, the hot water and the excitement in her blood driving her to further excitement and arousal almost to the point where she wanted to masturbate, but she refrained from doing so.

 

[CountofTuscany]

Alexander could now hear the water over his call. He couldn't help but wonder what had just happened, and why he was chasing her, like he did with so many of his dates. His foot made it to the door that was left somewhat open, hearing the hiss of the water against the floor. There was a dense atmosphere coming form the bathroom, a wave of heat and steam hovered from it. He stopped at the door to look through at his daughter behind the see through doors of her bathroom. His boxer began to get tight as her image would slowly and seductively move to wipe herself clean, while deep down, things would only get dirtier. Upon seeing her his rationality failed and he wanted to see more, wanted to help her out, his cock already claiming for some attention by pumping some of his own excited blood. Hearing her soft moans and pants, loving the way they sounded, reminding himself of steamy nights with her mother. He stopped as he witnessed her caressing her own breast, pulling her head back. He then stepped back and took a few deep breathes... this was way too far.

He took a couple of steps back and snapped himself out of it. It was just his daughter, not his wife, he would not confuse the two, no matter how much he missed his wife. He felt guilty, drifting all the potential boner that he had just received. He gulped and made his way back to the table where he tried to think about the baseball game the baseball game that was going to played today, somethign to distract him. He made his way to the table where he he finished gulping down the waffled made by his precious small daughter. He tried to calm himself down, and erase completely from his mind that anything at all had happened. He finished his breakfast, finally being able to make himself calm down, forgetting his feelings for her, rationalizing far enough to think that he was thinking his daughter as his wife through that bathroom. He made his way back to his own bedroom where they had agreed to meet after breakfast.

 

[AngelicGrace]

Sam sighed as she leaned back against the shower wall. She couldn't believe that she had actually done that in front of her father. She felt somewhat guilty about doing it for some reason because even though she wasn't struggling for her feelings over her father, she was sure that he must be. She knew it was probably not very fair of her to be doing this to him and she wondered at all if it was right of her to be teasing her father like this. She suddenly felt as though she were a very bad daughter for what she was doing to her father. He had other women in his life and surely he must be happy with them, right? Sure, the thought still made her angry and jealous, but she thought maybe that she was taking this a little bit too far now. It wasn't right for her to tease any man the way she was teasing him and surely with the fact that he was her father, it was probably starting to put him through a lot emotionally and Sam thought she should probably stop teasing him.

The warm water running down her body helped her mind and body to relax, but her mind was in a turmoil right now. She knew that she loved her father and that she was in love with him, but it was obvious that her father did not feel the same towards her. That thought did tend to make her rather upset at times, but what else could she expect? It wasn't as if fathers were programmed to fall in love with their daughters.

Sam finished her shower quickly and decided that she almost wasn't in the mood to stay in his bed and in his arms beside him when he didn't really understand the true extent of her feelings for him. She wrapped herself in the warm towel and another in her hair as she walked into her room, perhaps a little more sad than she ever usually seemed. She never really looked upset like she did right then and there as she walked into her bedroom and quietly shut the door behind her.

She truly wished that there was some kind of easy way to deal with her feelings for her father, but there was no way around it. She loved him very much. He had always only ever been the real man in her life that she could depend on in he life and that was why she never really dated guys. Sure, she went out on dates with boys only because she wanted the sexual experience so that she could please her father, but she wasn't sure that she so much felt in the mood anymore to go out on meaningless dates with boys who weren't her father.

She went to her drawers and got out one of her sweatpants and some panties to put on. She changed into those two things and then went into one of her other drawers to pick out a long sleeved turtle neck top that she knew would not show off her body. Well, it clung to her curves, but at least it wasn't provocative. She slipped into the top and sighed as the warmth of the shirt overcame her body that had been slightly shivering from the cold of the showers water drops dripping down her skin.

She sighed softly as she walked over to her door and opened the door. She walked out of her room and quietly shut the door behind her as she made her way over to her father's room. Once she was at his doorway, she smiled softly as she knocked on the door. "Knock, knock?" she asked.

 

[CountofTuscany]

The remorse from the event was still around, but he was getting over it. He heard her knocks, but in a strange tone. Not knowing that he had been witnessed back, he asked, "Who's the little one there that's so blue?" He asked with a worried face. He acted as if he had not seen anything, not seeing that she had put on the turtle neck to not show off. But there was something impossible, her breast were just as perky and big, and her curves too curved. It was impossible to hide her body, he just wished that it wasn't so much like his ex-wife's. Still, just at the sight of his little girl, he, like always before, wore a big smile, hiding very well what he was feeling. He had to do it time and time again for her, so that she could have some sort of support. He looked at her, trying to find her eyes with his.

The day outside accompanied her mood, but not the one he was showing right now. The drops of water made the air cool but he did not feel it at all. He let his muscular torso out in the open, just because, with the other half under the covers. With one hand he pushed the covers for her to get into her spot as she had always done when she was much smaller. He hoped the memories would cover what had just happened and made her innocence return.