AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: My Daughter Begs Me To Fuck Her When She’s Asleep

SUBTITLE: A Dad/Daughter Somnophilia Erotica Short Story with sleeping pills (taken by Zoey).

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 3000 words

I’m sitting in my office, leaning over the papers spread on the desk in front of me. There’s still a lot of things to do today and I know there’s no point in trying to rush it. I won’t be home before midnight, that I know for sure.

My wife and daughter are waiting for me at home, probably making dinner, but I won’t be there to share a meal with them. There’s simply too much work for me to finish and I try to focus on dealing with it instead of thinking about what might be waiting for me at home. I think I already know what will happen once I get there.

My wife will be in bed, sleeping, since it would be too late for her to be awake. And my daughter, Zoey… No, I shouldn’t think about her. She's been teasing me for too long already and it’s getting harder and harder to resist her the more time passes. I know it’s wrong to think about her in such a way. The desire I fight every time she tempts me, though, is only growing stronger each time she pulls something off.

The last stunt she pulled off was almost too much for me to handle. She walked out of her room fully naked and smiled at me as if she was waiting for me to do something about it. I ran back into my marital bedroom, but the image of her body-so lean, so tempting-is still burned in my mind and I can’t stop thinking about what I saw.

I try to focus my attention on the papers in front of me again, but it’s close to impossible. Zoey fills my mind and I can’t get rid of her. And, as if she can read my mind, I receive a message from her. Even before I open it on my phone, I already know that it’s going to be something that will throw me off my feet.

It’s a video. I open it and the office instantly gets filled with moans. I turn the volume down but keep watching as Zoey, lying on her bed, fully naked, fingers herself while her legs are spread wide. She closes her eyes and locks her lips, looking into the camera as if she’s calling for me. I instantly feel my cock getting hard. This view is simply too tempting for me to be able to control the desire I instantly feel.

She laughs and looks at the camera again before she takes a glass of water and pills from her nightstand. I watch as she swallows the medicine and drinks. I recognize those-they are sleeping pills my wife uses. Why did Zoey take them?

“I know you want me,” Zoey says, looking at me through the camera. “Now, you don’t need to worry about anything. Come to me, and do anything you want, don’t be afraid. I just ask you to leave me something so I know you took my offer. I hope you’ll come to me, Dad.”

She lays back on her bed and waves at me before the video ends. I swallow hard, not sure what to do. I try to go back to my papers, but I can't stop thinking about Zoey’s offer. How long will her sleeping pills work? Would I even be able to sneak into her room without getting caught by my wife?

The letters on the papers in front of me turn into one dark blur and I know it’s time for me to face the truth-I can’t think about work. I can only think about Zoey and her sweet, soft, naked body lying on her bed, waiting to be touched by me. I put the papers aside and grab my keys. Work can wait until tomorrow.

When I return home, the house is dark. There is not a single light on, and I don’t turn one on either. I open the door as silently as I can before slipping inside and making my way upstairs.

I hold myself back and don’t go to Zoey’s room right away to check on her. I know there’s a chance she’s awake already, and maybe some small part of me hopes that she is. I don’t need this temptation. I don’t want to get a taste because I know I’ll get addicted, but my body still wants it to happen. Instead, I check on my wife.

She is in bed, motionless, sleeping. She probably got tired of waiting for me to get home, and here I am, only thinking about our daughter. This is bad, I know, but I just can’t deny myself. I wait for five more minutes-my wife is still asleep. That’s good. Now I can go to Zoey.

As I walk down the hall to my daughter’s room, I feel grateful for the fact that it’s far from my bedroom and her mother won’t hear us. I still try to pretend that I don’t know what will happen, that there’s a chance I’ll open the door, look at Zoey, and turn around, even though I know it won’t happen. All of me screams that once I look into her bedroom, once I see her lying there, naked, on the bed, I’ll have no other choice but to fuck her. She offered herself to me, how can I deny her?

I take a deep breath before I open the door to Zoey’s bedroom. Maybe it was just a joke, and she’s not offering her body to me?

I push the door and it silently opens, allowing me to look inside. It’s dark, but the streetlight beams through the window and I can see everything clearly. Zoey is where she promised she’d be, on her bed, motionless and silent. I look at her one final time before I take this leap. I walk into the room and close the door behind me, knowing there’s no turning back now.

I walk closer to the bed and take a better look at my naked daughter. In this light, she looks pretty as an angel and divine. Her hair is spread out around her head like a halo, then cascades over her shoulder. Her eyes are closed, her face relaxed, and there’s no worry written on it, just calmness. Her lips are just as full and pink, asking me to touch them. Maybe I will.

I can’t say that I thought about Zoey’s body much before I saw her naked, but since that moment, I couldn’t get myself to forget it. Now that I have more time to look at it and explore her curves, I feel grateful and blessed.

Her arms are lying against her sides, not covering her body even a little, allowing me to take a full look at her. Her breasts look soft and full, her nipples are pink and taut. Her stomach is flat, allowing my eyes to move lower, to the mound of her pussy. Her legs are spread wide, just for me, I think. I’m more than tempted to touch her and do even more, and this time around, I don’t fight it. I’ve wanted to do this for too long, and I can’t fight myself for longer unless I want to go crazy with this hot, twisting desire that I feel every moment I look at Zoey.

I step closer to her bed and gently, carefully, put my hand on her. I brush my thumb against her lower lip, pulling at it and making her open her mouth just a bit. Her hot breath touches my skin and I can only imagine feeling this heat around my cock.

“Why are you tempting me like this?” I sigh and ask Zoey, but, of course, she remains silent.

I move my hand lower to her breasts. I know I shouldn’t touch her like this, but my hands move on their own, and I can’t stop this need that I feel deep inside, can’t mute it. Her breasts are soft and warm against my palm, just as I imagined. I pinch her nipple and feel it harden under my fingers.

“You wanted it, right? That’s why you sent me that video,” I know that Zoey can’t answer me, but I have to talk myself through it, or I’ll start losing my mind. “You wanted me to find you like this. You wanted me to touch you, to take you…”

My hand moves lower, over her stomach, between her legs, to her pussy. Zoey is still calm and still and I know that I have a chance and her permission to do anything I want with her body, even if she won’t feel it. That still feels so very wrong, but it gets harder and harder to fight myself with every passing moment. I need it, and Zoey wanted it, so who am I to deny both of us this pleasure we can share?