When Ken woke up earlier than usual, Carly was curled up facing him again in her usual position. His perpetual morning erection was throbbing and rock hard, even more than normal. He gasped at the realization that his daughter's hand was resting his briefs with her fingers around his pulsating cock shaft. A quick look at her face confirmed she was still sound asleep and had no idea she was touching her own father's swollen prick.

The worst thing Ken could ever admit to himself was that Carly's hand on his cock felt like paradise, even if she was only touching him through the fabric of his briefs. It had...