From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!
Chapter 83: Movie Night

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Movie Night

Introduction:

A daughter agrees to a movie night alone with her Daddy while Mom’s at work, but she never could have guessed where it would lead.

I yawned and stretched as I closed the front door behind me, dropping my backpack and toeing off my sneakers, finally able to adjust myself in my bra without anyone around to see. It was a lacy new red one I’d finally convinced Mom to buy for me, and though I loved how cute it was and the way it lifted my full, firm, and annoyingly heavy D-cup boobs, it wasn’t exactly comfortable after wearing it for more than fourteen hours in a row. This whole sports-medicine, team-trainer thing was really going to take some getting used to, especially when the team had late games, like tonight. There were compensations, don’t get me wrong—getting to watch the entire senior football team walking around half-dressed while they came in and out of the training room to get taped up more than made up for any inconvenience or discomfort on my end! It was just going to be an adjustment, was all.

"Welcome home, sweetie! How was it tonight?" Dad called, having heard the door. I walked around the corner to find him sitting in front of the tv in the den, a bottle and tumbler of scotch on the coffee table in front of him. He wasn’t on call this weekend, and Mom was already off to her shift, so he had clearly decided to take advantage.

"Not bad," I stifled another yawn, tucking a long, blonde strand of hair behind my ear as I half-sat on the arm of the couch. "One obviously dislocated finger, but his parents were there watching so I didn’t really even have to do anything, they just took him off to emerg. to get it x-rayed, yanked back into place, and splinted up. Other than that it was pretty much just handing out ice packs for some minor maybe-sprains and re-doing tape that came loose. We lost twenty to twenty-six."

"Well, shame about the loss, but here’s to no work for me!" he grinned, lifting his glass in mock salute, and I laughed. Dad hated football, like he hated all contact sports, nearly as much as he hated motorcycles; he was an orthopod, Mom an intensive care nurse, which is how they’d met. I was going to be a doctor too, though of course I had to tease that I was going to choose something more exciting than being a bone-carpenter like him. "Are you hungry, sweetie? I’m happy to whip something up for you if you like."

"No, I’m good," I shook my head, hiding my smile. He’d already given me money for supper, so I wouldn’t have to come back and forth and could stay at school studying until it was time to start getting the boys ready for their game. He meant well, but though he was totally amazing at just about everything else he ever tried, I’d have had to be a lot hungrier than I was before I’d willingly subject myself to his cooking!

"How about a movie night, then?" he suggested. "It’s been a while since we had one, just you and me like we used to."

"That depends," I smirked. "You going to carry me up to my bed and tuck me in when I fall asleep on the couch?"

"Always!" he laughed, and I agreed. I moved to slide down next to him, but he took my hand and pulled me over to sit in his lap, instead, wrapping his arms around my waist and squeezing me tight, softly kissing my cheek.

"Just how much have you already had to drink?" I laughed, squirming happily in his arms. His breath was peaty and hot on my skin. He hardly even drank, not really, but it was a comfort-smell for me, one I always associated with him.

"Oh, only a glass or two," he claimed, but I was quite sure he was understating the truth. "Do you want to try some?"

My eyebrows raised in surprise, and I bit my lip. I was allowed to share a tiny sip of Mom’s champagne on New Year’s, and sometimes a little bit of wine at big dinners with extended family, but that was it—certainly never any of Dad’s scotch! Of course I was going to try some! I reached for his glass, twisting around to look at him so I could double check, and when he smiled and nodded encouragingly I took a sip.

"Ugh! That is vile!" I shuddered, wincing and moving my tongue around in my mouth, trying to get rid of the taste. "How do you actually like this stuff?" He laughed and moved to take his glass back, but I held on. I gave it a moment for the taste to finish fading, then cautiously tried again. It had the exact same result, except for causing an even bigger laugh. I shook my head and gave him back his glass, which he happily finished off before setting it back on the table.

"The more for me, I guess," he teased, kissing my cheek again, giving me another squeeze and softly rubbing my sides with his hands. "You pick, sweetie."

I grabbed the remote and our couch-blanket, spreading it out to cover us while I started searching for something to watch. Mom wasn’t here to roll her eyes the whole time, so I picked a trashy-looking spy thriller. I’d never heard of it before, which meant it was bound to be full of bad acting and plot holes you could drive a truck through, but as long as it had a bunch of guns and explosions I knew Dad and I would have a blast. I started it up, set the remote aside, and snuggled back against his chest resting my head on his shoulder, my arms crossed atop his around my waist.

"I miss this," he whispered, squeezing me in his arms again and giving me another kiss on my cheek. "You used to sit in my lap all the time when you were little. Do you remember?"

"I remember," I smiled shyly. The truth was, I missed it too. But I also remembered what Mom had told me, when she’d had ’the talk’ with me after I’d gotten my first period. She’d taught me about all the icky, annoying, physical stuff I had to look forward to, of course... but she’d also explained how young ladies couldn’t always do the same things they’d done when they’d been little girls. How the changes to my body meant I would have to start wearing bras, and that it was no longer appropriate for me to sit in Daddy’s lap the way I did, because doing that could excite him in ways daughters should never do to their Daddies. I hadn’t really understood what she’d meant, back then. I knew now, of course... but it just felt so good, having his arms wrapped so tight around my belly, holding me so close, feeling his breath on my cheek! What could it really hurt, just to enjoy cuddling with him like this again? I was sure it would be fine.

The movie was every bit as wonderfully bad as I’d thought, but honestly, I was hardly even paying attention. It just felt so good snuggling with him under the blanket, his hands slowly, constantly rubbing up and down my sides. His top hand, his left, was even gently bumping against the underside of my boob sometimes! I’d felt kinda weird about that at first, but I knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose. And besides, it really did feel good being touched there, even if it was just by accident! I was a good girl, I’d never let a boy touch my boobs before... but my mind was going about a million miles a minute, imagining what it would feel like to really be grabbed and squeezed, instead of just having Dad bump against the underside a little. Just thinking about it was making me really hot between my thighs, and when I squirmed a little to try to relieve the itch and make myself more comfortable, Dad moved too, and suddenly I could feel something hard and thick pressing up against me under my butt!

My eyes went wide and I tried not to audibly gasp. I’d given Dad an erection? I hadn’t meant to do that! It looked like Mom had been right after all, I never should have let him pull me into his lap! I tried not to move anymore, not wanting to make it even worse... but feeling it pressing up against me like that was making the heat between my thighs grow and grow! I just couldn’t get it out of my mind, the fact that my perfect, sexy Daddy thought I was sexy too! I bit my lip, hard. I couldn’t think like that! He was my Dad, not my Daddy! Calling him ’Daddy’ had been cute and innocent, when I’d been little. Doing it now... no, that would be a sex-thing, if I called him that now! But as much as I tried to resist, I just couldn’t stop myself from squirming a little in his lap, feeling that amazing hardness rubbing against my butt and the top part of my thigh! Goodness! Just how big was he, that he reached all the way down past my butt and onto my thigh? Dang it, I was a good girl! I was! I couldn’t let myself keep thinking like this!

He moved a little too, then, scooting forward a bit on the couch and leaning back, angling us so I was now kind of laying on top of his chest a little. I felt guilty. It must have been to make his erection less uncomfortable, I thought, though I wasn’t quite sure how that could be the case; if anything, I was feeling it even more now than I had been before! He moved his hands, too. His left was still stroking my side, still gently brushing the underside of my boob. But his right... his right moved down, onto the top part of my jeans, and he just held it there! He wasn’t fully between my thighs or anything, he wasn’t actually touching my kitty... but his hand was so close now, it sent the heat I was feeling down there right off the charts!

That was it, for a while. My pulse was pounding, my breath hot and fast, just from imagining what he was so close to doing to me, but wasn’t. And no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t stop myself from slowly rubbing my butt on Daddy’s cock! But then the movie took a turn. The two leads, who had been bickering and fighting with each other the whole time so far, took refuge in a dimly lit, seedy-looking motel room, temporarily safe. One thing led to another, and before I knew it they were all over each other, nearly ripping off each other’s clothes in their haste! She pushed him down onto the bed and climbed up on top, her modest, somewhat cone-shaped breasts looking incredible as she began to ride!

"Yours are better," Daddy purred against the side of my neck, kissing softly as his left hand slid fully up to my breast, giving me a squeeze! I gasped, trembling in his embrace. I knew it was so, so wrong, that I should tell him no, that he had to stop... but I couldn’t make myself say the words! It had to be the scotch talking, and making him touch me like this... But he wouldn’t have said it if some part of him didn’t actually think like that, would he? So... Daddy really did like my boobs? Even more than he liked the girl on the screen? I could hardly believe it! And how did this feel so good, having my own Daddy touch me like this? It was incredible! But it was wrong, so wrong, I knew it was! And I was a good girl, I had to tell him to stop! Only... I didn’t want him to stop. Not ever! It felt so good! But... I couldn’t say that either, I just couldn’t! I could tell Daddy was waiting for my reaction, for me to do or say something, anything, in response to his touch! I couldn’t tell him to stop, I couldn’t tell him not to stop... I chewed my lip, and started rocking my hips, grinding my butt harder on his dick. Daddy waited just a moment more, and I’d thought maybe I’d made a mistake—but then his other hand moved too, sliding between my thighs! I trembled and gasped, stroking the backs of his hands with mine, holding him in place, silently telling him what I couldn’t make myself say.

"You are so amazingly sexy, baby!" he whispered, sucking gently on my earlobe, making me moan. "I love you so much!"

"You too!" I gasped, my eyelids fluttering closed at the intensity of what he was making me feel. "I love you, Daddy!"

"Mmmm... I like that, baby!" he breathed heavily. "Call me that again!"