I hate New Years eve. I usually just spend it with some buddies, get drunk, and head home somewhere in the morning. Getting drunk wasn’t much of an option for me this year. I didn’t trust my judgment, so I decided beforehand I’d just go home early after a few beers.
My daughter on the other hand loves New Years eve. The fireworks, the parties, the drinking. She suggested we watch the fireworks together downtown. I replied she should be out with her friends having fun, not wasting her time with her senile old man. She got a little upset and told me she wanted to be with me when the year ended. I relented, but on the condition that she join up with her friends after.
She dolled up in a gorgeous blue dress, put on some nice makeup, and spent about an hour and a half on her hair. I felt under dressed in comparison, but there’s only so many ways you can wear a buzzcut.
We went out at about half past eleven and found a decent spot at the square to watch the display. It filled up rather quickly, and before we knew it we were engulfed in a mass of unknown faces looking to celebrate the year’s end. I put my arm around her shoulders to keep her close. She turned around, put her hands on my chest and hugged up to me. I put my other hand on her head. She giggled and warned me not to mess up her hair. The countdown started, but she didn’t move an inch. Once the first fireworks started and she still wasn’t looking I moved my hand to the bottom of her chin and tilted her face to look at me. She was smiling and looked kind of sad. I wished her a happy new year.
I was half way replying “I love you too” when she gave me a kiss on my lips. She pressed up against me harder than she’d done before, and lingered too long. Her lips parted slightly and I felt them move gently over mine before she pulled back and hugged me tightly again, her head against my chest. We watched the fireworks for a good half hour till the show ended, and we went our seperate ways. She told me not to wait up for me, and I assured her I’d be fast asleep anyway.
The night went about as well as could be expected. I got home around 4, not drunk, not sober either. I was pretty exhausted, let myself fall on my bed back first. I usually wear something like a wife beater and pyjama pants to bed, but I couldn’t be bothered and just stripped to my boxers and got under the blankets.
I woke up when I felt something move. I slowly tried to get my bearings and noticed it was my daughter. She’d climbed up on my bed. She was sitting on her knees, spreading them over my legs. Looking down, she wished me a happy new year again, drunk as can be. She told me she was cold and didn’t want to sleep alone. I have a two person bed so I figured why not, she could sleep on the other end. She stood up, almost falling off the bed in the process and unzipped her dress, dropped it on the floor and crawled into bed. I was lying flat on my back, and she curled up to me in the most clumsy manner imaginable. Her right leg crossing my legs, her hips pressed against the side of my leg, her chest against my arm. She hugged me tight and before I knew it her hand was running across my body. She reached my boxers and moved underneath in one swift movement, fingers brushing against the tip of my cock which had aready grown hard the moment she took off her dress. I grabbed her wrist and stopped her. I asked her again what she was doing. She just looked at me, her face beet red again, and she muttered something I couldn’t make out, so I asked her again. She got mad in the way only a drunk teenage girl can, and raised her voice and told me she just wants to be close to me. I looked at her eyes and noticed she was close to tears. I let go of her hand and kissed her on her lips, gently. She let out something inbetween a sigh and a moan. Her lips tasted like red wine. Her fingers quickly found their way around my throbbing cock before I knew what was happening. She kissed me again as her other hand tugged at my boxers. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my chest and held it there as I kissed her again. Then I pulled back and told her to get some sleep, and we’d talk in the morning, not when she was drunk. She protested, of course, grinding her hips against me, but I told her that was the deal or she could get out of bed right now.
I woke up a good while before she did. She was sprawled all the way on top of me, her face resting on my right shoulder. As I woke up my morning wood inevitably followed. My cock was pushing hard into her lower stomach. When I fully woke up I noticed my hand were resting on her body. One on her lower back, the other on her upper. I couldn’t stop myself. I moved my hand down as quietly as I could and brushed against her thong. She was wearing another one of her skimpy ones. I moved it aside and grabbed a hand full of her gorgeous round ass. She moved in response. My hand froze in place as she made a few noises and opened her eyes. She just smiled meekly and gave me a little kiss on my lips. She tensed up her ass and moved her hips up slightly, grinding my cock into her pubic area.
She said she was happy to see me too. I replied we should talk about this. She paused for a minute, then blurted out that it was screwed up and wrong, but that she couldn’t help it. She loves me. She’d been in love with me since she was 15, tormented by the idea that I probably would never return the feelings she had for me, because they were such a taboo. She went to college here because I live here, so she could move in, just to be close to me. She hadn’t planned on any of this, or how far she’d gone, or how I’d reacted, and the more she’d been around me, the stronger the feelings and urges became. I told her no matter what she’d do, I’d love her, she’d always be my little girl. I moved my other hand down her back to her ass. I pulled apart her ass with my hands and asked her what she wanted.
Her breathing was getting heavy, all she muttered was “please.“ She grabbed her thong with her hand and desperately pulled it down, leaving my fingers to run past her soaking pussy. My thumbs were resting on her exposed asshole. I put some pressure on them, almost making them slide in. I told her to tell me what she needed. She just answered “you.“ I continued to quiz her while I was slowly slipping my fingers inside of her. Was she a virgin? “No“. Was the porn on my laptop a joke or not? “No.“ Did she enjoy showing off her asshole in the kitchen? “yes“. By the time I was done asking questions she was panting heavily, I had both my thumbs stretching up her asshole, and had the rest of my fingers slowly running across her pussy.
I told her to get on her knees, and pull down my boxers. I was as hard as I’d never been before. She eagerly grabbed my cock with her hands and and then I felt her slide it down her throat. Hard. Fast. Deep. Desperate to feel me inside of her. I reached my arm up and moved my hand inbetween her legs and started playing with her clit. Her legs were soaking wet. She moaned loudly, and her legs started shaking, hard and tensed up. She started sucking down even harder, taking almost all of my cock in her mouth. I couldn’t hold it in. Inbetween my gasps for air I warned I was going to cum. She doubled down. Her tongue was everywhere. I was lost. I came, and I came, it seemed to last forever.
She sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at me. Swallowed the whole damn thing.
