Daddy's Little Girl
It was nearing 2 o'clock in the morning when I had decided to take a quick shower. I loved doing this because it was always very quiet and relaxing. Everyone else was always asleep this late, and most times I would be too, but tonight I had a lot of homework to get finished, and just didn't get a chance to bathe before now. I quickly washed my hair and body, and shaved, getting it out of the way so that I could relax. I stood there and let the now cool water run down my body, causing goosebumps to appear all over my arms and legs. I closed my eyes and just tried to relax, letting the weight and stress of everything wash down the drain with the water. I took a deep breath and licked my lips, removing all the water that was streaming down my face, and just enjoyed the silence, the peace.
I stuck my head out of the curtains to check the time on the bathroom clock. 2:31.
Letting out a quiet sigh I decided it was time for me to get out. I didn't have school in the morning but Dad wouldn't let me and my brother sleep any later than 10:30. Ever. Guess it's just his 'policy.'
I turned off the faucets as quietly as I could, sometimes they got really squeaky and made a really loud, shrill noise when you bothered them, and it sometimes woke Mom and Dad up, and pissed them off. Mostly just dad though because he's a really light sleeper, mom on the other hand, is not. We could be in the middle of a tornado, and she would have no idea!
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my black hello-kitty towel around my shivering body, using a smaller towel for my hair. I picked up all of my dirty clothes and placed them in the hamper. I sat down on the edge of the bath tub, and pulled out a bottle of lotion from under the cabinet and started rubbing my whole body down with it. After I was finished, I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and applied deoderant. I stopped in the kitchen and got a bottle of water, and started heading back to my room upstairs.
As i reached the top of the steps I could hear my parents in their room. They were awake, and it was more than obvious that they were having sex. I couldn't really hear my Mom all that well, but oh my god, could I hear my Dad! He was panting, groaning, grunting, and letting out long breathy moans, my mothers name falling from his lips over and over. I could hear the creaking of the bed, and I could hear the headboard slamming against the wall. It was always obvious when Dad was getting close to reaching his climax, he was the more vocal one of the couple. I had listened to them countless times over the last few years, and I could always tell right before he 'got there.' Actually I had watched them several times too. Whenever my parents would have sex they, it always started with them making out in the kitchen or living room, so therefore it was easy to tell when they would be doing it. I would sneak into their room after telling them I was going to bed and hide in the closet behind Dad's winter coat. I'd wait til they started getting really into it, then I'd crack the closet door, which overlooks the right side of their bed, and watch them. I'd touch myself, paying special attention to my little nub. All the while pretending to be in my Mother's position.
I heard my Dad cry out, repeating the words "Fuck yes, Stacy!" over and over again occasionally with small variations. Soon after I heard my Mom yell something along the lines of "God Yes, Matt!" and then it got quiet and I couldn't really hear what was going on. I pressed my hear on the door, and then before I realized what was happening, I heard heavy footsteps and then the door swung open and I landed on my face. I didn't have time to come up with an excuse as to what I was doing, so i just sat there, like an idiot.
"Kiera, what the hell are you doing up? And why in God's name are you naked?!" my Dad whispered harshly, trying to cover himself the best he could. It wasn't really working for him..
Apparently some time within the last few minutes I dropped my towel..
"I just got out of the shower, and I heard you and mom and-" I said standing up, before he cut me off.
"Just go get some clothes on, I'm too tired to deal with this right now," he sighed.
"You didn't sound very tired when you were in there fucking Mommy, were you?." I snapped, immediately slapping my hand over my mouth. Probably just as stunned as my Dad at what had just flown out of my mouth.
"What?! Kiera go to bed! Now! Before you disturb your mother!" He half yelled, half whispered. He was getting madder by the second, causing his muscles to flex.
Which is why I love it when he gets pissed.
"But I'm not very tired Daddy." I said dropping my arms, and exposing my naked, wet body to my father, who was now staring at my breasts, whether he was meaning to or not, I was unaware. I caught his eyes, and felt my cheeks heat with blush.
We stared at each other for a long time before he started walking towards me. He now had my towel tied securely around his waist. He stopped a few inches in front of me and leaned his face towards mine, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. His mouth hovered a few centimeters above mine, and then he brought his lips up to my forehead, and left a sloppy kiss there. He wrapped his big arms around me, and kissed my forehead again.
"Kiera, honey, go lie down, it's after 3:00 o'clock, you need to get some sleep. Goodnight, I love you," he whispered softly in my ear before letting go of me and heading for the bathroom, his previous destination before all the "distractions."
I turned on my heel after he had disappeared into the bathroom, and headed to my room. Not bothering with clothes, I peeled the covers back and climbed in, cuddling up to my favorite stuffed animal.
My name is Kiera Nikole Sanders, I am 17 years old, and love scary movies and video games. I'm absolutely in love with animals, mostly dogs. Especially my St. Bernard, Hercules. I have a little brother named Braydyn Jacob, he's 11 years old, and he's my entire world. I chew my ice cream, hate "The Wiggles," but love "'The Wonder Pets." I do a lot of things that I'm not supposed to do, but probably the worst is having an unhealthy attraction to the only man that I could never be with. I have an infatuation with this one man, who can make me weak at the knees just by helping me with my math homework. I'm hopelessly, wrongfully in love with my father. My Daddy. Matthew Charles Sanders, the lead singer of Avenged Sevenfold.
Hey there! So, I've posted this story before, but forgot about it for over a year.. The story is completed on another website, so I'm gonna start posting the chapters here. Please tell me what you think! :)