Lanie's Love

Note : This story is completely fictional!  Never try to do it in real live - it BAD!

My mother and father started fighting when I was young and it was something I got used to. I don’t know exactly what they were arguing about but they always did. It was late that night, it had already passed midnight and I could hear them shouting in the other room. The door slammed and my father came storming out of the room. I hid under my covers as I heard his footsteps come by my door. My door pushed open and I could hear him call for me in the darkness. “Lanie?” He whispered in case I was asleep, which for the moment I had pretended to be. He sat down on my bed and started rubbing my back softly. My eyes fluttered open and I smiled up at my dad.

“Yes Papa?” He began to lie down next to me. Smiling when he saw my smile. “Can I sleep with you tonight? Mom’s mad at me again.” He nuzzled close and I nodded to him. “Yes Papa.” Soon he would drift off to sleep with me in his arms and the next day would come round. Nothing odd or weird about the situation though maybe since I’m 13, some might think it odd.

A few months went by with this nightly ritual and I had gotten quite used to my father sleeping in my bed with me. He was the perfect teddy bear. My mother assumed that he fell asleep on the couch where she intended for him to be. But instead he would stay with me. I began to get rather attached to this, almost like a security blanket.

On one particular occasion my father and mother had gotten into a huge fight, worst than the ones before. The door slammed and then mine opened. He would ask me if he could sleep with me, and I of course would say yes. He snuggled up to me and whispered in my ear, I could tell he had been crying. “You love your Papa don’t you sweetie?”

“Yes Papa, what’s wrong?” I asked. Turning to face him in the bed. I was wearing my blue pajamas shirt and pants, and I had noticed he was just in his boxers.

“Your mom really hurt Papa tonight.” Closing his eyes to trailing tears, I hugged him closely feeling so sorry for him and angry and confused as why my mom would treat him so. “I’m sorry Papa, you can sleep with me tonight.” She smiled snuggling up to him.

He smiled and squeezed her back tightly before looking into her eyes. “Can Papa have a good night kiss? He’s lonely. Your mom doesn’t love him anymore.” Lanie leaned in to peck him on the lips softly. Wiping away his tears. Overcome with emotion he would lean in to return another peck on her lips. “Lanie, will you show Papa how much you love him? I feel so low and mom never pays any attention anymore.”

The girl nods slowly. “How do I show you Papa?” She asks softly. He rubs his nose against hers before leaning in slowly to kiss his daughter. Letting his lips linger on hers for just a little bit longer. Pulling back a little bit to smile and then kiss her softly again. His lips were soft and comforting. They felt sweet and caring. She smiles warmly to him. “Like that sweetie. Give Papa kisses and big hugs.”

She mimics his kiss leaning in a bit unsure of herself but his lips return the kiss, his hand snaking out to caress along her cheek. Taking her bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on. Lanie giggles quietly and does the same to his. The feel of her wanting lips springing back the new life in him, he would deepen the kiss gently letting her adjust to his exploring tongue. Softened giggles against his lips though she does not push him away. Instead she too snakes out her tongue to dance over his.

Their kisses would continue for most the night before they fell asleep. Thus beginning the new found comfort each saw in each other. This continued for a couple weeks and Lanie could feel her father’s mood lifted when he spent time with her. Making her feel good about herself, and needed.

The next level of their bond would happen the night that another fight exploded and the same process would follow through. He would be in her bed, kissing her passionately falling in love with her, his own daughter. She was beautiful, she wasn’t her mother… she was kind and giving. Her mother was cold and bitter. He pulls away from the kiss and speaks softly. “Would you like a massage?” She smiled and nodded assertively.

“Yes Papa”. She grinned. “Take of your shirt and bra so they don’t get in the way.” He whispers into her ear. She complies removing both garments to lay down on the bed, on her stomach. He moved to straddle her form and smooth her soft skin over with his big hands massaging and kneading at her shoulders and back. Taking the time to not leave any muscle tense. He leans back down to her ear whispering again… “Turn over if you want the full massage.” Not thinking anything off it, she turns easily around underneath him. He could see her delicious curves starting to pronounce themselves. She had to have been a 34/b. Pert little nipples stand at attention from the cool air tickling them.

He would smile and start at her shoulders working his way down over her chest. Delicately taking her young breasts in his hands with a caring touch. Softly feeling their warmth. “You’re beautiful.” He says softly. Lanie would blush and smile speaking at the same volume as him. “Thank you, Papa.” He seemed so attentive and watchful of her. She could feel how much he loved her, just in his touch.

After savoring his daughter’s breasts with his hands. He wanted to kiss and lick at them, but not push things too far. “Are any of your muscles sore sweetie? Papa knows how to get them better.” He smiles down to her. Blinking slowly she thought in her head he needed her. He wanted to make her feel good, she would tell him she was sore. He needed to feel wanted. “Yes Papa.”

He leans down to kiss her forehead, still kneading at her breasts, fingers trailing over the tips of her nipples. “Tell Papa where sweetie.” Lanie moves to grab at her nipple pinching it. “It hurts Papa.” Music to his ears, he would dip his head down letting his breath trickle over the nipple. “Let Papa kiss it and make it better.” His mouth covers over her nipple sucking and licking at it. Lanie gasps, it feels weird but she likes it, thinking of where else she could say hurt. “The other one hurts too Papa.” She pouts to him.

How could he refuse that face? He tilts his head over to the other nipple giving it the same loving fatherly attention to it. “Mmmm that feels good Papa.” She says softly trying not to giggle. “Told you Papa make it feel better.” He kissed his way back up to her lips to kiss them softly, deeply. She was turning him on; she was his dream woman, even if she was his daughter that just meant she was made for him.

He was careful enough to not take things too far too quick. He didn’t want to frighten or force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. So he laid back on his side trailing his fingers over her chest and stomach looking into her eyes. “I love you with all my heart sweetie, you’re the only one that has my heart.” He whispered softly to her.

Lanie smiled brightly and snuggled up close to him. Skin to skin as her breasts pushed up against his chest, he instinctively wrapped his arms around her to keep her near. “Mom can never know about this, she’ll yell at Papa more and make Papa cry.” Lanie had no intention on telling her; she never wanted to see her dad cry again.

“I won’t Papa.” Hearing his daughter’s words he continued to stroke the child’s body slowly. Looking into her eyes he asked with a sly grin. “Are you ticklish Lanie?” Her eyes would go wide and give a pleading look. “Yes! Don’t tickle me Papa.” She laughs fidgeting as his fingers move to her sides and start playfully tickling her. Her laughter soft and full of life, she would try and tickle him back as she heard him laugh she knew he was just as ticklish as she was.

“I bet I can find all your ticklish spots.” He grinned eyes scanning over his daughter’s form. She gave a smirk and shook her head. “No you can’t.” She laughed and started to squirm more. His hands started tickling her all over before they found their way to her pajama bottoms tugging them down slowly as he watched her. She fidgeted. “No you can’t tickle down there! I’m really ticklish there.” She laughed and tried to break free.

His hand smoothed over her bare hip after her pulled the pajama bottoms down to her knees. His fingers trailing her lower abdomen right under her waistline as she continued to giggle and squirm. He dipped his fingers even lower letting them graze along her bare folds. This threw her into a bigger giggle fit. He laughed and slowly stroked the beautiful pussy of his daughter. Keeping a light touch so it would still tickle but start to feel good as well. “Lanie, are you still a virgin?” He thought to ask who knew how far this would go.

“Yes Papa.” She replied, her eyes watching his. “You are becoming quite a beautiful woman.” He smiled and he could feel her start to become slick to his finger. He applied just a little bit more of pressure watching her squirms turn into her hips instinctively rocking upwards and into his finger.