Chapter 146: Teasing Sophie

Sophie stayed bent over the couch, one arm still shoved underneath the cushion, her fingers brushing the edge of the remote she had dropped earlier.

She did not pull away.

Her breath came out thin and shaky against the fabric of the seat, and the muscles in her thighs trembled just enough for me to feel it through the light pressure of my fingertip.

"Dad?" she tried again, softer this time, like she was checking whether the word still meant what it used to.

"I said shh." I kept my voice low and even, my finger resting on the damp patch of pink cotton that had already molded itself to the shape of her slit.

The fabric was warm and a little sticky.

When I pressed a fraction harder, the material sank between her folds and the outline of her became clearer, two soft lips parted just enough by the pressure to show how wet she already was. "You dropped something. I’m helping you look."

Her hips twitched ever so slightly at my words, a small, involuntary roll that pushed her back into my hand for half a second before she caught herself and went still again.

The skirt had ridden so high that the hem sat across the top of her ass, leaving the lower curve of each cheek bare under the cute panties.

The cartoon prints on them looked ridiculous against the way the cloth clung, darkened at the center, stretched thin enough that I could see the color of her skin through it.

I dragged my finger upward slowly, tracing the length of her through the cotton, from the wet spot up to where the fabric disappeared between her cheeks, then back down again.

Each pass made the outline sharper. Her pussy lips swelled a little under the attention, pressing out against the panties until the seam sat right between them.

A fresh bead of wetness soaked through and touched my fingertip.

It was fruity and clean. The same scent that always clung to her after she showered, only warmer now.

"Ah... that’s not..." Sophie’s voice cracked.

She finally pulled her arm out from under the couch, empty-handed, and braced both palms on the cushion.

Her back arched without her meaning to, which only tilted her ass higher. "Dad, someone might..."

"No one is looking."

I slid my free hand up the back of her thigh, slow enough that she felt every inch, and settled it on the curve of her hip to keep her steady.

"Jane and your mom are busy in the kitchen. Avery is outside. You can hear them if you listen."

Complying, Sophie focused her attention on her surroundings and she discovered I wasn’t lying.

The faint clink of plates carried from the kitchen, and somewhere farther off Avery’s voice rose and fell as she talked to someone on the phone.

Sophie’s shoulders loosened by a degree at the thought that she was safe for now.

It would be mortifying for her mom or her sisters to walk in on them.

She didnt know how she planned to explain anything if that was the case.

I hooked a finger under the edge of the panties and tugged them aside slowly.

The cotton peeled away from her pink pussy with a soft, wet sound.

Her pussy was flushed pink, glistening, the lips slightly parted from how long she had been bent over and how the fabric had been rubbing her.

A thin string of slick connected the panties to her pussy for a moment before it broke apart, snapping in half.

I let the cloth rest against one cheek so it stayed out of the way, then brought my finger back to bare skin.

She jerked when I touched her directly.

Just the pad of my finger, stroking once along the outside of her slit, gathering the wetness that had already gathered there.

Her knees knocked together and then spread again, wider than before, like her body had decided something her mouth had not caught up to yet.

"Dad, we can’t," she whispered. The words came out breathy. Her hips followed my finger on the second stroke, a tiny chase she probably did not notice she was doing. "This is... you’re..."

"Teaching you." I circled her entrance without pushing in, spreading the slick wetness around so everything shone under the sitting room light.

Her clit was already swollen, peeking out from under its hood every time I dragged upward.

I tapped it lightly with the tip of my finger and her whole body tightened.

A small, broken moan left her throat.

"You were already wet before I touched you. Were you thinking about something while you were cleaning?"

Sophie shook her head fast, her pink hair swaying against her shoulders.

The denial did not match the way her pussy clenched around nothing when I pressed a little firmer against her entrance.

More wetness seeped out, coating my finger, dripping down toward her thighs.

I caught it and smeared it back up, rubbing slow circles over her clit until her arms started to shake where they held her up.

"I wasn’t," she insisted, but her voice had gone thin. "I just... the remote... ah, Dad, your finger..."

"Feels strange?" I asked, seeing the small circles steady as I teased my daughter’s pussy. Just enough pressure that she could not ignore it.

Her clit throbbed under my fingertip, hot and slippery.

Every few passes I dipped lower, teased her entrance with the very tip, then came back up before she could decide whether she wanted me inside or not. "Or does it feel good?"

Sophie tried to answer, but she couldn’t find the words.

Her breathing had turned ragged, little hitches every time I brushed the sensitive spot just under her clit.

The panties, still hooked to one side, had started to darken further where they pressed against her ass.

I could see the way her thighs flexed, trying to stay still and failing.

A drop of her slick wetness ran down the inside of one thigh and caught on the skin.

I followed it with my finger, collected it, and brought it back to her pussy, pushing it into her with the barest press of my fingertip.