Thread: All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

Casey's head tilted up as he kissed her nose, a tiny smile on her lips as his hand gently tapped her ass that seemed to deliberately stick out. She was anxious, still somewhat uncertain of what was going through his mind, though it almost seemed as though his normal composure had been broken. It was as though he was uncertain of what to do or say, and while she didn't exactly know what it meant, she was going to take it as a good sign. Perhaps it would mean that she was starting to get to him, just as she had hoped. If all had worked the way she'd wanted it to, he'd be questioning himself in that very moment, wondering what was different and why. Okay daddy. she responded simply, offering no protests as he instructed her to get up, though she certainly wouldn't have complained about dwelling a bit longer. Instead, she obeyed, but not before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Her lips would linger for just a second longer than they should have, and instead of directly pulling back, they carefully brushed against his skin as she pulled away, just barely passing by his lips. It would be the first indication to him that maybe, just maybe, she was fully aware of what she was doing. And yet, he would likely still question it. She hoped his thoughts would dwell on it, that her actions would create conflicting ideas within his head. She needed it to consume him, as it was already consuming her. As if nothing had happened, she drew back, flashing him another smile before standing and walking off towards her room. Still, she acted casual, as if nothing was happening. As if she had not just ran her lips across her father's skin, drawing back before she could allow herself to do more. She admired herself for the composure she had maintained through it all, though she knew her actions should have shamed her. And in a way, they did, but it seemed as though the ideas that all of this was so entirely wrong began to slip further and further into the dark, depths of her mind with each second that passed. Once in her room, she didn't seem to know what to do with herself. Her eyes kept glancing towards the clock, noting how much time had passed. Perhaps, she should have just gone to sleep, waited until the next day to attempt to take things any further. Waiting simply seemed too impossible, and even as she lay in bed, her mind ran wild with thoughts of what to do, how to do it, what approach to take and when. She sighed, knowing that sleep would not find her easily as her thoughts wandered back to her father. Nearly two hours had passed. Was he asleep? Was he thinking of her? Had he questioned the sexual tension that seemed to linger between them that evening? Had he known that she had been doing it all on purpose? She couldn't lay around and wonder any longer, and with a sense of both anxiousness and determination, she stood and began to tiptoe out of her room. She was quiet as she moved down the hall, only alerting him of her presence when she reached his door and offered a soft knock. Even then, she didn't wait for an answer before opening the door, peering into his room as her body lingered in the doorway. Daddy? she spoke softly as she stuck her head inside, looking to see if he was already in his bed or not. By then, she had changed into her pajamas, a thin grey nightgown that seemed innocent enough. The garment fell several inches passed her bottom, the fastened buttons covering her breasts. Yet even though the nightdress covered a good portion of her body, the material was thin, practically see-through in the right lighting. It would only offer the thinnest of barriers between them if she were able to crawl into his bed, as she so hoped to do.