But before Daddy could say anything else, I put my tiny hand on his huge one. I then dipped his finger into the batter.
I brought his finger to my mouth. I put my lips around it. I
licked most the batter off with my tongue.
Then I caught the rest of it with my lips as I sucked and slowly pulled his finger out of my mouth.
"What do you know?" I said. "It tastes even better that way!"
Daddy gave me such a look then. He opened his mouth to say something, then he just shut it.
Next I showed Daddy the right way to grease the pan. And how to heat it.
"Now this time Daddy, don't use the soup ladle to pour the pancakes. We got a special ladle right here." I said.
Daddy dipped the ladle into the batter. He brought it over the pan. I thought he was just gonna dump it all out at once.
"Wait, Daddy," I said.
I then went right up behind him. I pressed my whole body up against him. My arms went to his arms. My tiny hand went on top of his huge hand.
I was still wearing my pajamas. He was wearing his sweats. It's like I could almost feel his skin right against me.
I knew it was strange. And more than a little naughty. But I liked the feeling of being so close to him, and so I didn't care.
Dammit, he was my daddy, and I just loved him. What could be wrong with that?
"We'll do this together. You have to pour the batter softly." I said.
And just like that, with my body all cozied up to him, my breasts pushing into his back, my hand on top of his, I guided Daddy.
I guided his hand to pour the batter ever so gently into the pan. We both watched as it fell softly and began to sizzle in the grease.
"That's nice," Daddy said.
He barely moved now.
He put the ladle in the bowl of pancake batter. That's about it.
I should have backed away from him then. But I didn't. I just stayed there with my breasts pushing into his back.
And I even kept my hand on top of his. And Daddy, he didn't complain about it a bit.
We both knew something was going on then. And maybe both of us felt a little guilty about it. But damn if either one of us was going to say anything.
I realized then that Daddy must have liked me. I mean, I knew he loved me, as his daughter.
But what I realized is that he also was attracted to me, as a woman. When I realized that, my heart suddenly fluttered.
I realized then that all along, I'd been attracted to Daddy, too. For how long? I couldn't say. Maybe for a long time.
At that point I knew exactly what I wanted. Exactly.
Gradually, small bubbles began to appear in the pancake. They began to pop.
"Now we gotta flip it." I said. "There's a knack to it."
I guided Daddy's hand as he slipped the spatula under the pancake. And then together, we flipped it.