Getting Ready For Prom

by Lubrican

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Chapter Three

She wasn't sleepy any longer. She was having too much fun to be ready for slumber. Her hand moved smoothly up and down his rigid shaft while he moaned and groaned, his hips moving constantly. She was fascinated to watch the thick skin that covered his knob stretch and become impossibly thin, moving with her hand to expose the purplish head, with its weeping little eye. It was obvious he loved this and she was the one who was making it happen.

She knew she wasn't going fast enough but it was fun to tease him a little, to get his hips to thrust upwards. She knew what that movement meant, in the context of having sex. His hips had done that when he made love to her mother. Maybe it was even on this very bed! This was the only bed she ever remembered him sleeping in. She'd never known her mother; couldn't remember a single thing about her. But if she had abandoned this lovely stiff thing then she must have been crazy.

"Cindy!" groaned her father. She could hear the mixed frustration and joy in his voice. He'd urged her to speed up several times. She always had, but then went back to a languid, teasing stroke. His reaction to all this was perfect.

"If I speed up you'll make a mess," she said.

"I'm supposed to make a mess," he groaned. "That's the whole point of this!"

"Then I'd have to get up and get a towel and clean up," she complained.

"Cindy!" he barked.

"Oh, okay," she said. "Maybe won't be so messy if I do this."

She scooted up and, after sliding her hand downwards until it impacted his balls gently, opened her mouth and closed it over that purple knob.

She was a little nervous about this, but had already decided to do it. One part of her had to know what it was like. Another part was worried she wouldn't like it. She wanted to like it ... wanted him to like it.

She didn't have time to worry for long. He lifted his head, his eyes wide with incredulity, said, "Oh fuck!" and filled her mouth with something warm and slippery. At the same time his hips lurched and the spurting head slid over her tongue like it was a Slip and Slide, to engage her gag reflex. She jerked her head upwards by instinct and closed her mouth as it slid off of him. That was instinct, too, to avoid drooling what was in her mouth.

Only then did the taste register with her fragmented mind. It was much stronger than the little sample she'd had earlier. It was still strange but not unpleasant in the least. Swallowing was also instinctive and that happened just as another spurt leapt from the tip of his cock. It only went a few inches and plopped down on the skin just above his pubic hair. She had never let go of the grip she had on his shaft and now she aimed the tip at her mouth again and swooped in to get whatever came out next.

Now she sucked repeatedly, like he did when he nursed her nipples. His cry sounded like he was in agony but she knew it was a sweet agony. She'd felt that sweet agony herself, with his finger inside her.

She felt him softening in her hand. That odd taste had dissipated, too, so she gave one final suck as she pulled her lips reluctantly from his member. She paused to pay real attention to the lingering taste in her mouth and decided it tasted like incense smelled. That made no sense, but it was what came to mind.

She looked at the small mess on his abdomen and leaned down to suck and lick it away. That brought the strength of the taste back and let her confirm that, as often as he would allow, she would taste this again.

"Wow," he said, panting heavily. "I didn't expect that!"

"I know," she said, swallowing again. "I didn't tell you I was going to do it because I thought you'd say no."

"I would have," he admitted.

"But you won't from now on," she said, firmly.

She crawled up to resume her place next to him, draping her arm across his chest again. She nuzzled his shoulder, kissing it with soft lips.

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Wow, do I feel better," he sighed. "That was incredible."

"Been a while, huh?" she teased.

"Your mother only did that once. After that she refused to do it again," he said.

"Then she was an idiot," said Cindy. "I'm going to do that again. Lots of times."

"Cindy," he groaned, warning in his voice.

"Think you can go to sleep, now?"

He didn't want to argue. That would ruin the moment and get him tense again.

"Yes," he said.

"I'm glad," she said. "Of course now I won't be able to go to sleep. I'm all horny after doing that."

"Cindy!" he groaned again.

"Come on, Daddy. Just help me a little bit, like I helped you, and we'll both get a good night's rest."

"Crap," he sighed.

It was incredible to watch her reaction as he worked on her. She lay on her back, arms above her, legs spread wide. Her knees bent every so often and her heels dug into the covers as her hips lifted. He had decided to bring her off fast, but she wasn't cooperating. Rubbing his stiff fingers back and forth across her distended clit made her moan, but that's all she did. He added his lips, sucking at her tender nipples and her hands came to cradle the back of his head.

"Yessss. Ohhh, I love that," was all she said.

Finally he gave her what she wanted, sliding his middle finger into her furnace-hot pussy and probing deep. He got another "Yessss," as he felt the puckered mouth of her womb and teased it with the tip of his finger. He could feel the opening and get just half an inch into it but his finger was not long enough to probe more deeply than that.
With his finger still deep inside her he pulled, crushing her clit with the pad of his hand where the palm met his fingers. He moved that pad up and down, causing his finger to pull out and probe again, over and over until she went off with a scream of ecstasy.

"Oh yes, yes, yes ... Daddy oh yes, ohhhh yesssssssss," she panted.

Then she went limp and he knew it was time to stop. Pulling his finger from her he rubbed her pussy lips gently, circling his fingers a few times.

"Better?" he asked.

"I love you," she panted.

"I know," he said.

He let her catch her breath, during which she rolled to re-establish her embrace with him, breathing hotly into his shoulder.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"Any time," he said, without thinking first.

"I'll hold you to that," she said, before he could take it back.

"Crap," he sighed.

Then he just held her until they both drifted off to sleep.

True to form he did not wake up during the night. Cindy did, because she was cold. She knew it was fruitless to try to get him to wake up enough to move off the covers so she could pull them down and then back over them, so she just got up and got a blanket from the closet.

Then, after covering them both, she fell back to sleep.

Her last conscious thought was that she intended for this to become the norm.

From now on she was sleeping in Daddy's bed.

The next morning, when Bob woke up, Cindy was gone, already in first period at school. He looked around the room, which looked as normal as pie. Even his naked, now flaccid penis looked normal.

But he knew it had been in Cindy's mouth. It had been obvious she not only didn't mind, but relished the act. He could still remember her writhing body as he pleasured her. The memory of her happy gurgles brought some stiffness to his cock.

He tried to distract himself with work, but was only partially successful.

It was clear she intended to continue this illicit relationship. He knew his daughter. When she set her mind on something, she was immovable.

That left him with the question of what he was going to do.

He was four hours into work when he came to the realization there wasn't anything he could do. Sure, there were options, such as sending her away, but that would destroy the family. He couldn't do that. Nor were there any other choices he thought of that would halt - or even curtail - her amorous intentions; no things he could pursue without breaking the two of them apart and doing lasting damage to her psyche. His, too, for that matter.

But would letting her continue also damage her? He wasn't worried about himself. He loved her and, even if that love had become unconventional ... taboo ... he knew he would always love her, no matter what happened.

In his mind he went over all that had happened, seeking any information, any evidence that she had suffered in any way from what they had done. He couldn't think of a single thing. She hadn't been sullen or moody. She hadn't spent more time away from home than usual. She had sought out his bed the night before. It was obvious she'd gotten up during the night to get the blanket, but she hadn't gone back to her own bed. She had wanted to sleep with him. Not in the conventional understanding of 'sleeping with', of course, but still...

He tried to feel guilt for drawing attention to his boner while her stated intention was just to stay there and cuddle a little bit. She obviously hadn't minded. And she stayed there after her own orgasm, when she could easily have gone back to her own bed.

He hadn't molested her. He didn't care what definition one used, he couldn't detect any meaningful violation of her trust or innocence. It never occurred to him that the way he'd raised her might have led to this, or that a criminal psychologist might call it an extended period of grooming. Even if someone had suggested that, he'd have laughed. He never intended to have sex with his daughter. He hadn't sought out that first time. He hadn't been trying to do anything sexual with her at all after prom.

He'd merely been suspicious ... seeking evidence of her betrayal of their family values.

He couldn't actually remember the details of how they ended up in bed, naked, with his finger in her vagina. It seemed like a misty dream.

Last night, on the other hand, he remembered with crystal clarity.

As he thought about that he realized he was rock hard in his pants.

He was plugging in the new power supply he'd installed in a desktop computer when he heard the door slam and Cindy's voice ring out.

"I'm home!" she yelled.

"Shop," he yelled back.

She appeared in the door to his workshop and leaned against the door-jamb. She looked so beautiful he had to swallow before he could speak.

"How was school?"


"Necessary," he said.

"I know. I wish you would home school me like your parents did for you."

"You'd miss all your friends," he pointed out.

"True. But I'd be able to spend more time with you."

"Considering last night, that might not be the best course of action," he said.

"Pooh," she said. "I'm starving. I'm going to fix a snack. You want anything?"

What he wanted right now was for her to be naked, sitting on his lap, facing him, with his cock firmly in her pussy.

"I'm good," he said, trying to think of something else.

"Yes ... you are," she said with an impish grin. "I slept like a log last night."

He didn't rise to the bait. Instead he peered into the innards of the computer and pretended to be busy.

At supper she said, in a completely normal voice, "Josh broke up with me today."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"He said we were getting too serious."

"It's more likely he got tired of you shutting him down," said Bob.

"No, I don't think so. He's a good guy. He never complained about how I felt about fooling around. I think prom made him want more than he was used to wanting and it scared him."

"Well, keep in touch with him, then," said Bob. "When you're older that's the kind of man you want to form a lasting relationship with. You want a man who cares about you."

"I already have one of those," said Cindy, staring at him.

"Not me, silly," he said. "I mean the man you're going to have babies with." He blinked. "Assuming you want children. It's okay if you don't."

"Oh, I do," she said. "Not right now, of course. That's one reason I'm not unhappy with Josh."

"I don't understand," said Bob.

"He wasn't the only one who felt the urge to go farther than was comfortable for both of us," she said. "That's why I was so horny when you removed my diaphragm."

"Oh," he said. "Great." His last word was said in a sarcastic tone.

"Daddy, you don't have to worry about me. I understand how seductive sex is. I'm not going to get into a situation like that with any boy I haven't already decided to sleep with."

"You don't need to be thinking about sleeping with anybody," said Bob, firmly.

"Except you," she said, sweetly.

"About that," he said.

"There's nothing to talk about," she interrupted. "I liked it very much and I'm going to keep doing it."

"Sweetheart, that's a really bad idea," he groaned.

"No it isn't. Last night was perfect. I made you happy and then you made me happy. And it didn't take all that long! I see no problem with handling things that way."

"One of these nights I might actually wake up," he warned.

"Well, then, we'll deal with that eventuality when it happens," she said.

They were watching a movie, Meet Joe Black. Bob had seen it several times and, while it was on his list of top movies, he was tired.

"I'm going to bed," he said.

"You go ahead," she said, her eyes on the screen. "I want to finish this. I'll be there later."

He tried to go to sleep so he'd be in that condition when she came to his bed. It didn't work. He opted for another "safety" measure and picked up his book to try to read. Forty-five minutes later she appeared in his doorway, again naked.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked.


"You never sleep in your shorts," she pointed out.

"I thought I would tonight," he said.

"Wrong!" she growled. "Take them off!"

"You're not the boss of me," he chanted.


"Give me a break," he groaned. "We shouldn't be sleeping together anyway, much less naked."

"If you don't take those off this instant I'm going to let the next boy who asks me out take my virginity!" she snapped.

"Bring out the big guns, why don't you?" groused Bob, as he pushed his jockey's down and kicked them off on the floor.

"That's better," she said. "You're not hard," she noted.

"I'm not perpetually erect," he replied.

She stood, bending her elbows and moving her hands like a model on TV showing off some prize. This drew attention to her naked glory.

"You want your old man to get horny every time he sees you?" he groaned.

"Maybe I do," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Maybe it makes me feel good ... pretty."

"You passed pretty years ago," said Bob. "I believe you're in the drop-dead gorgeous category these days."

"That's even better," she said. "Tonight we pull the covers back so I don't have to get up in the middle of the night and fumble around for a blanket."

"You sure are bossy," he said, grinning.

"Are you calling me a cow?" Her eyebrows rose.

"Bossy the cow? I forgot all about her. I haven't read you that story in decades."

"'Decades' means more than one," said Cindy, walking toward the bed. "That would be hard, considering I'm only sixteen. One decade, maybe, but not two or more."

"Aren't you a little smarty pants tonight," teased her father.

"That would be difficult. I don't have on any pants," she teased back. "Because I'm ready for bed, and in this house there are no pants in bed."

With that she jumped on the bed, landing on her knees and bouncing to land on top of her father. She tried to tickle him, but squealed when he tickled back. In the process she ended rubbing her pussy lips all over his not-so-limp penis, which started to erect the second she landed on him.

In the end she scooted up to kiss him, a long, passionate kiss in which tongues were involved. When that broke, she raised her head enough to look in his eyes.

"I love you," she said, softly.

"I love you too," he said. "If you don't get off of me, though, I'm going to end up loving you too much."

"Why?" she asked, frowning.

He moved his hands to her waist and pushed her down. The tip of his now fully erect prick nudged between her slippery pussy lips.

"Because it would be really easy now to keep pushing," he said.

"Oh!" she yipped, softly. She blinked. "That feels ... different."

"I would hope so," he said, pulling her back up.

Her own hands went to the bed and pushed her back down, just enough to repeat the almost invasion of her untried channel.

"No, I mean all I've ever had in me is a finger, either yours or mine. That makes things spread way far apart. I can feel it."

"Feel any more and you won't be a virgin anymore," said Bob, his grip on her waist tightening. "You won't be able to run out in a huff and throw it away on some pimply-faced kid."

"I didn't mean that," she said.

He felt her trying to move down. He countered by pulling on her waist.

"I thought we weren't going to do this," he said.

"We're not. It just feels ... interesting. I'm not trying to get it in me."

"Well what are you trying to do?"

"I don't know ... just feel it, I guess."

"Let's feel something less dangerous," he suggested.

She stopped trying to push down and did a pushup with her arms instead.

"Okay!" she said, animatedly.

She crawled down and engulfed him in her mouth, sucking strongly this time. She stopped long enough to look up at him.

"I love doing this," she said.

Then she went back to it. It was obvious she was sucking him in a way that was fun, rather than trying to get him to spurt. She was teasing him again. But this time he was prepared for it, so he just lay back and enjoyed the crap out of it.

Her intent became clear when she finally pulled off him again.

"I'm ready," she said.

"Ready for what?" he teased.

"Ready to taste you," she said. "Are you ready?"

"I've been ready all day," he sighed.


She went back to work, this time sucking only the knob and moving her hand up and down on his shaft. If he hadn't known better, he'd have thought she had a lot of practice at this. But he knew she was just a very quick learner, who remembered what he'd told her about making this happen. Within another two or three minutes he warned her.

She stayed firmly on him and this time, when his hips lurched, she went with the flow, sucking and swallowing without taking her mouth off of him. She went a bit too long and he got sensitive. He reached to touch her head and she lifted it, smacking her lips and smiling.

"I really like doing that," she sighed. "But it got me major horny. My turn?"

The decision he made happened in a split second. He hadn't thought about going down on her, but he took her request literally. If he'd have thought about it for a few seconds his intentions might have moderated, but she flopped down on her back, wide open, ready for her treasure to be plundered by his fingers.

He plundered it with his tongue, instead.

Her reaction was comical. At first she didn't realize what he was going to do. When she did, he saw the blood drain from her face. She yipped, "No! You can't do that!" but by then it was too late and his lips were already welded to her lower ones. She went stiff and her legs tried to close, running into his shoulders.

"Daddeeeeeeee," she squealed.

Then the tone of her squeal changed as his tongue found her clit and teased it before his lips tried to crush it in a velvet vise. Her tone went from shocked to surprised, and then morphed into a delighted whine as what he was doing finally made it to her brain. Her legs flew back open and then closed to go over his back as her abs tried to pull her butt off the bed.

He slurped happily and pushed his tongue as far into her channel as he could get it. He replaced that with two fingers, fucking her gently with them while he went back to work on her clit.

He winced at the volume of her scream when she popped. Her fists beat the bed covers and she twisted so strongly he had to reach up and put his arms over her abdomen to be able to keep his lip lock on her happy button. When she finally went limp, mewling with pleasure, he backed off her button and used the flat of his tongue to comb her pussy lips.

"That was intense!" she gasped, panting deeply.

He didn't respond. He just kept licking.

Again she was satisfied and drifted off to sleep in his arms. He was mildly stiff after giving her oral pleasure, but it wasn't an urgent sense of lust. He didn't disentangle himself from her to go masturbate. It was too comfortable in her warm embrace.

As things turned out, he probably should have gotten up to jerk off. Then again, it's hard to tell. He stayed stiff as he went to sleep, but he might have gotten that way later anyway.

What ensued wasn't intentional. In fact, an argument might be made that it couldn't even have been anticipated. Bob was a heavy sleeper and once asleep he didn't move around much. To be honest, he probably stayed stiff only because he began to dream quickly. Cindy, on the other hand, moved around a lot. She didn't wake up while she did this, but it wasn't unusual for her to roll over and move her arms and legs around several times during the night.

Wrapped up in his arms, though, her range of motion was restricted. As a result, her legs did most of the moving that night. Several times, with her chest pressed against his, her left leg raised and draped itself across his leg, or thigh or hip. These movements didn't waken either of them. But this process opened up her sexual core, leaving it defenseless when, at one point, her movements brought her slightly parted pussy lips in contact with the tip of his still hard penis.

There was no penetration at first, just a sort of nestling of the tip between her still-flushed labia. Perhaps some subliminal instinct caused her, sometime later, to wiggle in his arms. Maybe she was adjusting weight on the arm under his neck. For whatever reason she moved downward an inch and her sex slowly enveloped the glans of his penis, pushing the foreskin down. His knob stretched her slowly, more or less easing into her, but she was still stretched. Perhaps that discomfort, registering somewhere in her slumbering brain, demanded some adjustment to ease that tension and she wiggled again, moving down enough that her tight opening slid into the dip between the head of his penis and the shaft.

That stretched her less and was more comfortable, the stretching being eased just enough to satisfy her unconscious brain.

As the night went on, she wiggled more, lifting and lowering her leg and, very slowly, she inched her way farther onto his cock.

When she woke up, it was from a very nice dream. She knew that much, but couldn't remember why it was nice. Then her foggy mind recognized something was wrong. It wasn't his body against hers. She expected that ... wanted that. Slowly her mind did inventory, trying to go back to sleep but wanting to identify what was ... different. She realized she was ... horny.

Her eyes popped open in the dark as she felt the unfamiliar pressure inside her sexual channel. Confused, she lifted her head. Her leg was draped over his thigh. She pulled it off of him and let it fall on top of her other leg, only to feel the pressure increase.

In the instant of understanding she moved, and took in another inch of her father's penis. She gasped and froze, trying to understand and evaluate what was happening.

It felt ... good!

Her mind was too muddled with sleep to concentrate on the fact that she was no longer a virgin, or to try to determine how this had happened. It just reacted to the pleasure and made her wiggle again, lifting her leg and hooking her heel behind his calf to use it to help her pull herself even farther onto his prod. Her clit was scraped in the process and she moaned softly.

"Daddy?" she whispered. "Daddy!"

He didn't move. His slow breath told her he was asleep.

"Daddy!" she said, poking him with one finger. "You're in me, Daddy!"

It occurred to her to just move upward. Her arm under his neck even gave her a purchase to help her do so. Doing that caused the four inches of cock in her pussy to slowly scrape her sensitive flesh. Maybe her G-spot got involved. Whatever the reason, the act of trying to get off of this thing poking up into her belly only made the pleasure even greater and, with a sigh, she instinctively reversed her direction of movement, pulling herself back onto him.

"Daddy!" she hissed. "Daddy, you have to wake up!"

He didn't.

She was now awake enough to think about things more rationally. She knew she could practically roll him out of bed and he might not wake up completely. It took him forever to become fully aware of his surroundings in the morning. She didn't really need for him to wake up. She knew she could get off of the thing sticking in her.

The problem was ... she didn't want to.

Bob had been having a stream of dreams, was in the middle of one, in fact. Like hers, it was a very nice dream. He was lying on the sand by the ocean with Valerie, his wife. She had come out of the surf wearing a little black bikini he didn't even know she owned. It showed off her body beautifully. Then, apparently because they were on a nude beach, she popped the catch on the bra and pulled at the ties on the hips of the panty and bared her beautiful body to the whole world. That led to the inevitable erection he was now prodding her with as they necked on the sand.

His hips gave a thrust, to get farther into her.

Cindy gasped as she was suddenly filled completely with hard daddy-prick. It went deep, his hips freezing for a few seconds, and then he relaxed, letting his cock return to where it had been. He flexed again and murmured in his sleep.

"Daddy," she moaned. "You're fucking me, Daddy."

She was not unhappy about this in the slightest, however, and hoped he would do it again.

In his dream Valerie was telling him she wanted to be on top. That was her favorite position. She liked to take charge during sex, demanding that he do this or that, or that they engage in this position or another that she liked. He had never cared. It was just glorious to be in her. It was easy to hug her body and roll with her, pulling her up so she could do what she liked.

Cindy gasped again as his arms tightened around her and, as if she weighed nothing, rolled to pull her on top of him. The covers caught on her shoulder and hip and she felt them being pulled away from the edge of the bed. Her father's hands came to land on her hips and, as in his dream, he helped his lover impale herself fully on his bone.

It had been instinct for Cindy to put her hands on the bed and push her upper torso up. That instinct, plus his hands, resulted in her untried pussy being stuffed to the maximum, her clit crushed and her cervix abused by the tip of his penis.

It was her groan that woke Bob up. As deep and hard a sleeper as he might be, some evolutionary need to react to the distress calls of his young penetrated his brain and he lifted his head.

"What?" came his scratchy voice. It took him a second but then he remembered why he woke up. "Cindy?"

"Ohhh Daddy," came her voice in what sounded almost like a sob.

"What's wrong?" he asked, lifting his head. He was confused, not fully awake.

Then he felt the furnace-hot vice surrounding his penis. His first thought was Valerie, no doubt from his disturbed dream. But he knew Valerie was gone. The only other person it could be burst in his mind like fireworks.

"Cindy!" he gasped.

"Daddy!" she groaned.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know. I woke up and it was in me. Then you rolled over and all of a sudden it was all the way in me."

"Well get off!"

"Okay." She leaned forward and started to pull off of him. Her clit loved that movement. "Mmmm. Do I have to?"

"What? Of course you have to!"

His hands, still on her hips, slid up her sides and he pulled. There was a wet, squelching sound followed by a soft *pop* as the vacuum created by his withdrawing prick was broken. Her arms went limp and she fell onto his chest, breathing hard.

He reached for the lamp on the nightstand and turned it on. Both of them squinted against the sudden brightness. He rolled her back toward her original position and got up on one elbow, looking down. The covers were in the way and he pulled them downward with a jerk. His prick looked shiny.

"How did that happen?" he asked, his voice high.

"I don't know," she said, her voice several years younger than she was. "I woke up and it was in me ... not all the way, but in me. Then you rolled me on top of you and I tried to sit up and it went way up inside me. Then you woke up. That's all I know."

"I was in you?"


"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I think so. It hurt at first, but not for very long. By the time you told me to get off it didn't hurt anymore."

"You're not a virgin anymore?" He blinked.

"I don't think so," she said.

"How did this happen?" he groaned.

"Daddy, I told you, I woke up and -"

"I know that," he snapped. He frowned. "I was dreaming about your mother. We were on a beach and I was ..."

"Fucking her?"

"Making love," he said automatically. "It's not fucking. We were making love. She liked to be on top."

"You pulled me on top of you," said Cindy.

"I did that in my dream," he said. His frown deepened. "I told you sleeping together was a bad idea!"

"Daddy, I'm fine. You didn't hurt me, not really. I just felt too full. I'm okay."

"Cindy, I fucked you in my sleep!" he barked.

"You made love to me in your sleep," she corrected him.

Her impudence brought him out of his funk.

"I'm sorry, Baby," he said. "I was afraid something like this might happen. I should have made you go to your own room."

"I wouldn't have," she said. "I'm not freaked out, Daddy. I'm not even sorry. It was getting really nice when you made me get off."

"We talked about this," he groaned. "That's crossing the line. We can't do that."

"That's a line that's already been crossed," she said, pragmatically. "Whether it was intentional or not is immaterial. The sky didn't fall. I'm not unhappy. I don't think you should be, either. It was an accident. Besides, now I know what it feels like so I don't have to be curious anymore."

"You were curious? About that?"

"Of course I was. Every girl knows it will happen to her some day. She can't help but wonder what it will feel like."

"But not curious about what it would feel like with ... me," he said, trying to reassure himself.

She pulled him back down beside her.

"I've never been curious about a particular man, Daddy. Turn the light off. I have school in ..." She raised her head and looked over his chest at the clock beside the lamp, "... four hours. I need to sleep."

"You should go to your own room," he said.

"I'm comfortable here," she said firmly.

He wanted to argue but he knew it wouldn't do any good. All it would do was wake them up more thoroughly. He reached and the room went dark again. He felt her turn to face his side, laying her arm across his chest. She kissed his shoulder.

"It could happen again, Cindy," he said, trying one last time.

"If it happens again, don't make me get off this time," came her muffled voice.

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