CHAPTER FOUR

Of all the parts of the day, bedtime is my favorite. I should be too old for

my daddy to tuck me in, but I love that he takes the time from his busy day

to be with me. Sometimes it’s a quick cuddle, while other times it’s longer,

especially if I’m struggling with something.

I think Daddy knows tonight will be a longer cuddle. He’s already in his

pajamas, which just means his boxer shorts, when he comes into my room.

Sometimes he’ll stay up later than me, but I think he knows he’ll be in here

for a while, so he wants to be ready to go straight to sleep after.

My bed is just a twin size, so I’m already close to the wall when Daddy

comes in. He lifts the covers, and cool air hits my skin before he wraps his

arm around me and shifts so the blanket covers both of us.

“Melody, honey, I’m starting to get worried. You’ve been all out of sorts

lately. I wish you would talk to me. I know it must be hard becoming a

woman without your mom. And even though I’m your stepdad, I do think of

you as my own.” Daddy’s hand rests on my stomach and, like so often, my

sleep shirt has bunched up under my tits. His fingers toy with my belly

button. Usually, it tickles, which I like. Right now, it makes me tingly,

which just reminds me of what I need to confess.

“I know, Daddy,” I say slowly. “And I’m sorry. I thought that if I went to

confession, everything would be alright. But Uncle Andrew told me today

that I need to talk to you, however hard it may be.”

“Well, I’m glad that’s what Andrew said. He may be your priest, but I’m

your stepdad. I need to know what’s going on with you so I can help

you.”

I almost choke on my cries. “But Daddy, what if you can’t help me? What

if I’ve sinned so much, you’ll hate me?”

“Oh, baby girl. I could never hate you. Ever.”

“Promise?” I ask hopefully.

“I promise.” He says this so seriously, I believe him. It’s with this

knowledge that I begin my tale. It feels almost empty because I’ve alreadytold Uncle Ted.

“Two weeks ago,” I begin, “I found the box of magazines under your bed.”

Daddy’s fingers still on my stomach, but he doesn’t say anything. I rush on,

needing to get everything out. “I looked at a magazine, even though I knew

it was wrong. And they made me tingly, so tingly.”

“Tingly where?” Daddy finally asks.

“My-my pussy.”

“Shit, Melody. Where did you learn that word?”

“Uncle Andrew taught me. He told me the grown-up words and said that

now I’m eighteen, I need to use them.”

“Okay,” Daddy sighs. “Keep going.”

“I put the magazines away and told Uncle Andrew everything in

confession. I promised I wouldn’t look at them again, and he told me God

would forgive me. And then, well, I couldn’t help it. It was like I had no

control over my body, and on Thursday, I looked at the magazines again.”

Daddy’s hand is back on my stomach. He spreads his hand out, and I feel

so much heat radiating into my skin. His chest, full of muscles, is pushed

into my back, and even his legs are right against mine. He hasn’t left me

yet, which gives me the courage to keep going.

“Did you feel tingly in your pussy when you looked at the magazines

again, Melody?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And what – did you do anything else?

“Yes, Daddy,” I almost can’t say more, but I force myself to. “Daddy, I

touched myself.”

Behind me, Daddy groans. I know he’s mad at me, I just know it. “Melody,

I need to know everything. Show me where you touched yourself.

At least we’re in the dark, and I don’t have to look at Daddy. I would be far

too embarrassed. I bring my hand to his and interlace my fingers with his.

Then, I move our joined hands down. It’s a little awkward, and then I move

his hand so it’s under my sleep shorts. I don’t sleep with underwear, so his

hand lands on my pussy.Daddy’s breathing jolts. I can hear him trying to say something and

fumbling over his words.

“You touched your pussy?” he finally asks. There’s a strange cadence to his

words, like he’s not sure what to say.

“Yes, Daddy. Just a little. Just until I realized what I was doing. And then I

stopped.”

I let go of Daddy’s fingers, but he doesn’t move. Instead, his hand has a

comforting, heavy presence on my pussy.

“You do know you’re not supposed to touch your pussy, right, Melody?”

“Yes, Daddy. I know.”

“That your pussy is only for your husband.”

“Yes, Daddy. I know the rule.”

Daddy sighs heavily behind me. His breath tickles me, and before I know

it, I shiver, despite his body heat.

“Are you tingly right now, Melody?” His hand moves. Just a little, like a

muscle twitch. I moan and then immediately bite my lip.

“Yes, Daddy. Really tingly.” And then I start to cry. “I’m so sorry. I know

it’s wrong. I just don’t know how to stop it. I hoped if I confessed, God

would help me stop it, but the tingles just get worse and worse.”

“Shh, Melody, it’s okay.” Daddy kisses my neck and then up to my cheek.

His hand stays on my pussy, twitching just a little. “I’m so glad you told

me. Now I can help you.”

My heart almost explodes with hope. “Really, Daddy? How?”

Daddy sighs again, and when I shiver, he kisses my neck. “You know I like

rules, right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Well, now that you’re an adult, I’ll tell you something – sometimes, rules

can change.”

“Really?” I frown in confusion.

“Yes. Remember last week, when you told me you didn’t like your

stockings because they itched? And then I changed the rule so you didn’thave to wear them?”

“Oh!” I exclaim as understanding dawns on me.

“Exactly. When you tell Daddy what you want or need, or what the

problem is, well, then I can help amend the rules.”

“So what about now?”

“Well, baby girl, the first rule still stands – you aren’t allowed to touch

your pussy.”

“Okay,” I say. I’m disappointed, of course. I’m not sure how I won’t be

able to touch myself if I’m all tingly.

“But we can change the second rule. Only your husband should touch your

pussy. But until you’re married, it’s okay if your daddy does. Or, in our

case, your stepdad.”

My eyes widen. “Really, Daddy?”

“Yes, Melody. You clearly need someone to take care of you. And if you

don’t have a husband to do it, then it’s natural for a father to.” As Daddy

says this, he starts to move his fingers. Just a little, just a fraction of an inch.

I hitch my breath as he slowly starts to explore my pussy.

“Does this feel good, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Oh, Daddy, yes.”

“Good girl. This is your pussy entrance,” Daddy says. He runs a finger

over my hole. I swallow at how good it feels. “And this is your clit.” He

slides his fingers back up and hits something that makes me tremble in his

arms.

“That feels so good,” I tell him.

“Yes, baby girl. That’s where your tingles are. The more I touch it, the

more tingly you will feel. But if I keep touching your clit, eventually your

tingles will go away.”

“Forever?” I frown. As much trouble as my tingles have caused, I can’t

deny I like how they make me feel.

“No,” Daddy chuckles. “Not forever. But for a little bit.”

Daddy roams his fingers over my pussy. It feels different the more he

touches me – wetter.“Do you feel that wetness, Melody?” He goes back to my pussy entrance,

and I can almost feel myself getting wetter. “That’s a good sign. It means

your body likes what is happening. It means God wants your daddy to touch

you like this.”

I needed to hear that. I sink back into Daddy’s arms, relaxing for the first

time in weeks. If God wants Daddy to touch my pussy, it means I haven’t

sinned, not really.

“Daddy?” I gasp as he brings his fingers back to my clit.

“Yes, baby girl?”

“Is it just you that’s allowed to touch me? It’s just, sometimes Uncle

Andrew makes me feel tingly. Like this afternoon, when he cuddled me

after my spanking.”

“Uncle Andrew is family and a man of God. If you’re with him and you

have too many tingles, then yes, you need to tell him.”

I think I’m floating. Not only is Daddy not mad at me for looking at his

magazines, but I now have two men I love who can help me with my

tingles. I feel so bad that I ever doubted God or Daddy. It’s a lesson I need

to remember – if I tell Daddy my problems, he will always help me.

“There’s one more part of your new rules, Melody.”

“Yes, Daddy?” Daddy’s rubbing my clit just a little stronger, and it’s

becoming hard to concentrate. But Daddy loves rules, and I want to follow

them perfectly.

“Sometimes, baby girl, Daddy gets tingly, too.”

“Oh.” I frown. “What do you do?”

“Your mom used to help me with my tingles, but now that she’s gone, it’s

harder. Sometimes I look at my magazines and touch myself.”

“Your cock?” I ask, wanting to make sure I get everything right.

“Yes, baby girl. Sometimes, Daddy has to touch his cock because of his

tingles. But now, now that I’m going to help you with your tingles, that

means you can help me with mine.”

“Yes,” I say excitedly. I love helping Daddy.

“Let’s finish with you, and then I’ll show you how to help me, okay?”“Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy moves us so that both his arms are wrapped around me. He keeps

one hand on my pussy while the other moves under my tank top. He finds

my tits and starts to touch them. I gasp as his warm hands start to play with

me.

My tits are larger than those of other girls. Daddy mentioned I got that

gene from my mom – even in pictures, I can tell that her tits were really big.

He fondles me, making me feel so good I start to moan.

“Yes, baby girl. Daddy loves it when you make those noises.”

Now that I have permission, I stop biting my lip. Daddy pulls on my

nipples, gentle at first, and then a little harder. He gathers more wetness

from my entrance and starts to rub my clit even harder. I writhe in his

hands, the sensations almost too much, but he holds me close so I can’t

move.

“That’s right, baby girl. The tingles are going to get really strong. And then

it’s going to feel like a small explosion in your body. A good explosion,” he

adds quickly.

Daddy keeps kissing my neck. He starts to suck on the side, and then he

even bites me a little. My tingles grow stronger. And stronger. I don’t know

what’s happening, but it’s nothing I can control. I’m at the complete mercy

of Daddy, and I love it.

“Come for me, baby girl,” Daddy commands. His breath steels over my

ear, and then he bites my earlobe hard.

I don’t even know what he means by his words, but I feel my body

explode. It’s like every part of me is pulled in a completely different

direction, and somehow, somewhere, I come back to me. Daddy kisses me

more gently on my neck, and his finger on my clit is much softer.

I realize I’m crying, I’m so overwhelmed.

“Shh, baby girl, it’s okay,” Daddy coos into my ear. “Daddy has you. That

was your first orgasm, and you did so well. Daddy’s so proud of you.”

His words comfort me, and slowly, I calm down. Daddy pulls his hand out

of my shorts, and while I feel a little empty, he’s right – my tingles are gonenow. Next to me, Daddy puts his fingers in his mouth and licks my juices

off, moaning as he does so.

“Melody,” Daddy says quietly. We’re alone in my room, in the whole

house, but I’m glad we’re almost whispering. It feels like this is a secret just

between the two of us. “Daddy’s really tingly. Turn around.” Daddy moves,

and I realize he’s taking off his boxers.

Wanting to help Daddy, I move onto my other side so I can face him. His

hands come to my cheeks, and he leans in to kiss me. I’ve kissed Daddy,

and Uncle Ted, on the lips plenty of times before, so this isn’t something

new. However, I do startle a little when Daddy opens his mouth. His tongue

glides along my closed lips, and then I realize what he must want, and I

open my mouth, too.

“Yes,” Daddy moans as his tongue finds mine. It’s wet and wonderful.

Daddy is closer than he ever has been, his chest and legs pressed right up to

me. There’s something hard between us. Something hot and a little sticky

that jumps a little as Daddy moves his hands back to my tits, kneading into

them.

“Are you ready to help Daddy?” he asks as he finally breaks the kiss.

“Yes, Daddy.” My tingles are back, but just a little. But the way Daddy

moves, like he’s trying to get even closer to my body, makes me think he

must be extra tingly. I need to help him.

“Move your hand here,” Daddy says. He grabs my right hand and moves it

down to the hard thing. “This is my cock, baby girl. This is where all my

tingles go.”

I love how Daddy is explaining everything to me. He moves my fingers

around his cock. It feels long and really thick. His skin is hotter here, and at

the top is a lot of stickiness.

“Is your cock wet because you like what I’m doing?” I ask. “Like how my

pussy gets wet when you touch me?”

“Yes, baby girl.” Daddy kisses me hard. “You’re so smart, figuring that

out.”

Daddy places his hand over his and moves me up and down his cock,

showing me how he likes it. After I get the hang of it, his hand leaves mine,

and I get a chance to feel him all on his own. Everything about his cock isso smooth. When I move my fingers to the tip to collect more wetness,

Daddy moans louder.

“Give me your other hand, baby girl.”

I move my left hand between us, and Daddy places it just below his cock.

“These are my balls, Melody. They’re very sensitive, so you need to be

gentle. Pull on them a little – yes, just like that.”

Daddy moans again. He presses his forehead to mine, and I can hear how

shaky his breathing is.

“Are you really tingly, Daddy?”

“Yes, Melody. Oh, you feel so good. Your little hand wrapped around my

cock feels amazing. Yes, oh yes.”

Daddy keeps muttering as I stroke him. His cock thrusts into my fist, so I

move a bit faster. I make sure to keep playing with his balls, and then I feel

them grow a little harder.

“I’m so close, baby girl. Yes, keep moving your hand. You’re going to

make Daddy come. Yes.”

I don’t dare stop. I want to make Daddy feel as good as I did. The next

time I move my hand down Daddy’s cock, he starts to yell. It isn’t like

when he yells because he’s mad. No, it’s like he’s happy. Really happy.

“Yes, baby girl, yes!” Daddy thrusts his cock harder into my fist, and then

my hand and stomach are covered in something very wet. Daddy slows

down his movements but still slips his cock into my fist, so I don’t let go.

Finally, he stops and flops onto his back. His chest heaves.

“Are your tingles gone, Daddy?” I finally ask into the silence.

“Yes, baby girl. Oh, you did such a good job, making my tingles go away.

You made me have the best orgasm.”

“What’s this sticky stuff, Daddy?” I hold my hand up, and the faint light

from the hallway illuminates it.

“That’s Daddy’s cum, Melody. When a cock shoots cum into a pussy, it can

make a baby.”

“Oh,” I say. I don’t know a lot about sex, but I do remember learning about

that at some point.“But it doesn’t always make a baby. Sometimes, it just feels really good.

Like, if you have a lot of tingles, the only way to make them go away is if I

put my cock in your pussy.”

“Oh,” I say again. I really liked it when Daddy was playing with my pussy

entrance, so I’m sure I’ll like that, too.

We lie like that for a little longer. And then Daddy tries to move around,

but his knee hits the wall.

“Come on, Melody. Let’s have a shower, and then we’ll go to my room.

Your bed is much too small for me.”

It takes me a while to understand what Daddy is saying. “I get to sleep in

your bed?” I ask. I only get to sleep there sometimes, like if we have a

special movie night.

“Yes, baby girl. Sometimes tingles happen in the middle of the night or the

morning. It’s much easier for us to sleep in the same bed.”

That makes a lot of sense. We’re just moving out of my bed when I

suddenly think about something.

“Daddy,” I say, my voice laced with worry.

He cradles my face. “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“I was just thinking about Uncle Andrew. He must be so tingly – he

doesn’t have anyone to help him out. You said he can help me with my

tingles. Does that mean I can help him with his?”

Daddy’s mouth is on me in an instant. He kisses me hard, and between us,

I can feel his cock start to twitch. It even starts to get harder. Maybe

Daddy’s tingles are already returning.

“Yes, Melody. If Uncle Andrew has tingles, you can help him. I’ll be sure

to tell him tomorrow. I’m sure he’ll be very appreciative. Now, let’s go have

a shower together. I want you to see my cock while you touch it. It looks

like my tingles are back.”

My gaze traces from Daddy’s face, a bit of stubble appearing this late at

night, and down to his very chiseled chest and abs. Then, we both look

down and see Daddy’s cock. It’s sticking straight out and poking me in my

stomach. Just the sight and feel of it makes my tingles return, too. 

If this keeps happening am not sure how we will ever get to bed.”