Stop Watch
Chapter 3
Author — Sidia
I made my way home with a remarkably clean conscience considering what I had just done.
My utter lack of guilt at having taken advantage of an unaware young woman should have worried me—but it simply didn’t. I had been right on the verge of doing … I don’t know what with Kara. Walking away from that temptation actually filled me with a measure of pride.
Think on that—I was actually proud that I had molested another girl instead of my daughter.
With time still stopped I arrived back at my house, almost walking straight in before remembering the situation inside. Kara had heard my car pull into the driveway; not my entering the house. I deactivated the Watch, and suddenly all the background noise that I hadn’t even noticed was missing all came back in a seeming roar of sound. I shook my head to clear it, and opened the door, stepping inside my house.
I heard the last few running footsteps of Kara upstairs before I heard her bedroom door slam shut. The image of her naked form intruded into my thoughts once more; dripping wet, mid-stride, all soft skin and rounded curves. This time though, so soon after I had worked out my frustration and lust upon Emily, I wasn’t filled with self-loathing. I had accepted that Kara was an astonishing lovely girl; sexy, with a body made for sin. How could she not be since she looked so much like her mother?
I had always been able to look at her beauty objectively before everything had happened with the Watch—the only difference now was that I knew I couldn’t fully trust myself around her. But with what I had done with Emily, I now had an outlet for any lustful desires that my daughter evoked in me.
I could be a monster to others, making sure I wasn’t one to my family.
I made my way into the kitchen, and began making myself a coffee. I was curious to see what Kara would do since I had busted her ditching school. Would she come down and face the music, or would I have to go upstairs and force the issue?
Not too long after I sat down at the kitchen table with my coffee, Kara came down the stairs with a sheepish expression on her face. She had changed into a soft pink sweater and a pair of small shorts. The sweater actually came down past the hem of her shorts, so that at first glance she appeared to be only wearing her top. It was a side effect of her being so short—it was hard to find clothes with a length that fit her as intended.
I didn’t mind though, she looked soft and appealing; her impressive curves muted by the sweater, and her shapely legs showed off to good effect as she made her way down the stairs. Her long black hair was still damp from the shower—she had obviously tried to dry it as best she could in the small amount of time she had, but it still hung down her back in rippling waves, the strands clinging together in an appealing mess.
I chuckled to myself ruefully. How could I blame myself for being tempted by my daughter? Anyone with a pulse would lust after her!
“Kara!” I said in mock surprise, raising an eyebrow at her. “You’re home early today.”
“Um, yeah dad.” Kara said, flashing an entreating smile in my direction. “I didn’t, um, expect you home.”
“I gathered as much. Did I interrupt you?” I gestured towards her still wet hair. Of course I already knew all this, but I was acting the part for her benefit.
“A bit.” Kara grinned, relaxing as I wasn’t losing my temper at her. “I was a bit shocked when I heard the car in the driveway!”
“Sorry, I guess?” I said. I wasn’t entirely sure how I should play this one. The proper thing to do as her parent would be to scold her, and make sure she was doing the right thing with her studies. But I felt hypercritical playing the responsible adult considering what I had been doing only minutes earlier. “Do you want some coffee?”
Kara nodded her thanks, and I got up to make another cup for her. She joined me at the table, and for the next fifteen minutes or so we sat and drank, making small talk; ignoring, for the time being, the elephant in the room of why she wasn’t at school. Eventually I decided I had to broach the subject.
“So.” I said, Kara instantly tensing up as she sensed her reprieve coming to an end. “How come you’re not at school kiddo?”
“I didn’t feel like going that’s all.” She said, trying to play it off. “It’s not a big deal.”
“I see. How often do you ‘not feel like going’?”
“How about all the time!” Kara joked, trying to lighten the mood, but stopping when she saw my expression. “I don’t do it often. Just every now and then.”
“Kara…” I sighed. Great, so she had been ditching school for who knows how long and we hadn’t even noticed.
“Dad, it’s okay. I know what I’m doing—I swear!”
I stopped and thought for a moment. That was sort of true I guess. At least, her grades weren’t slipping anyway.
“Well, what do you do when I’m home?”
“Oh. I just hang out somewhere else.” Kara said dismissively.
“Where?”
“You know—around.” Kara shrugged at me.
That didn’t sound good. To be honest, if she took it into her head that she wanted to occasionally cut class, it would be hard to enforce against her will. But I really didn’t like the thought of her ‘hanging out’ somewhere. She was that dangerous mix of beautiful and young enough to think that she was invincible.
“Kara …” I began. I got up from the table and moved to the kitchen counter, leaning against it and folding my arms across my chest as I looked at my daughter. “You know school is important don’t you? You are so close to finishing, and then you can keep your own schedule. But until then you can’t just decide not to go.”
“I know dad!” Kara said. “I don’t do it all the time. Just … sometimes I just don’t want to be there. It’s better to be at home.”
Kara hugged herself and looked uncomfortable. The worried expression on her face almost made me ignore how tightly her sweater pulled against her breasts, highlighting the curved swell of each orb. Could something be going on at school that made her uneasy?
I looked at my daughter thoughtfully. It wouldn’t be just me that found her so appealingly sexy—I’d have to see if I could find out more about that later. In the meanwhile I should address this as best I could.
“Look princess,” I said. “I trust you to make good decisions in life—you know that. But I don’t like not knowing where you are.”
“Dad—“ Kara began to speak, but I cut her off.
“That’s why,” I continued. “If you have take a break from school, you make sure you spend it here, okay?”
“Look, I know what I’m —” Kara said, and then stopped, her eyes widening her surprise. “It’s okay if I stay home?”
“I don’t know about ‘okay.’” I sighed. “But it would be better if I can keep an eye on you.”
“Wow.” Kara said, clearly surprised. “That’s really cool of you!”
“Yep, that’s me!” I joked, and Kara smiled her amusement at me.
“Seriously, dad—thanks! Umm, are you going to tell mom?”
That gave me pause. I wouldn’t say Linda was any stricter than I was; it was more that she didn’t give in to what Kara wanted as easily as I did. I guess I had always been readier to spoil our little girl than my wife. Our daughter had always assumed that Linda was tougher than I was because of it.
“It can be our little secret.” I said solemnly.
Kara squealed her thanks, and bounded over to me from the table. She must have really been expecting to get into trouble from how relieved she was. Kara flung herself against me exuberantly and wrapped her arms around me in a big bear hug. I hugged her back; innocently and sincerely.
Hugging my daughter always drove home just how petite she really was. She only came up to my chest, and I could look down at the top of her head easily as we embraced. That was when it all got a little awkward.
Kara had her face buried into my chest as she hugged me fiercely, holding her body tightly against mine. Up until only recently I might have only felt a little uncomfortable at the sensation of her full breasts pressed hard against me, but now it was different.
Lost in the moment of when I first activated the Watch, I had groped and fondled her breasts with abandon, and I could never fully forget how perfect they were and how, in her youth, they seemed to defy gravity, sitting proudly on her chest.
Add to that seeing her naked not long before, and what happened next was only natural.
I got hard.
I felt my cock lurch in response to the teen body in my arms, and froze—not knowing what to do. Kara had me pinned against the counter and I couldn’t move away from her. I knew the very moment she realised what was happening. Her breath caught in her throat, and I felt her body tense in surprise at the sensation of her fathers erect cock pressed against her belly. With my arms still wrapped around Kara, I quickly reached for the Watch on my wrist, and froze time once more.
I was getting used to the sensation of everything stopping by now, and could instantly tell that it had worked. I stood within the circle of my daughters arms, and looked down at the top of her head.
“Damn!” I swore to myself. I hadn’t meant for that to happen, but at least it wasn’t my fault. With my new resolution, I knew I shouldn’t beat myself up about it—I just had to deal with it the best I could. For Kara’s sake.
The problem was that I couldn’t exactly just move away from her—the damage had been done so to speak, and I also couldn’t just move away from her; she would be sure to notice if I moved us around that much.
I hadn’t wanted to do it again after the guilt I had felt with messing with Linda, but I probably didn’t have a choice. I would have to attempt to give Kara a command while time was stopped—something that would make this all okay.
The question was what exactly to say to her? I would have to repeat it quite a few times to make sure it stuck—I had learnt that from my attempt with my wife at least. And it would be best to keep it relatively simple.
Should I tell her not to notice anything? No, that was too broad and might backfire.
Or that she shouldn’t worry about it? That could be messing with her sense of morality, and who knew where that could lead to. It might not of course, but at this stage I didn’t want to risk it.
All the while I was wracking my brain trying to decide what to do, I was still locked in an embrace with my frozen daughter. She had that odd sense of pliability that I had discovered when I interacted with someone while I had stopped time—she moved easily against me, swaying with my breathing, but had no independent movement of her own. Without any conscious thought, I realised I had been lightly running my hands along her back, moving my fingers in small spirals. I had better hurry up, or I wasn’t going to be able to behave myself.
In the end I decided it was too dangerous to try and make her forget what had happened; I simply didn’t know enough of what I could attempt. What if I tried and it didn’t work? I would have to try and give her an explanation that she could live with—something that wasn’t too much of a stretch. I craned my neck down so that I could talk closer to her ear.
“You are flattered that your father finds you attractive. You are flattered that your father finds you attractive. You are —” I repeated this over and over to Kara, hoping it would have the desired effect. I wasn’t changing whether she found it right or wrong—just mitigating her reaction to it.
I finished my refrain and paused; in no hurry to deactivate the Watch. This may not work after all, and I would have to deal with the ramifications of my daughter knowing that she had given me an erection. I resolved that if it didn’t work that I wouldn’t try again—better to deal with it than to potentially mess with her mind.
In the meantime, it wasn’t exactly like I was in an unpleasant position. My erect cock was still pressed against Kara’s stomach, and sometime during my instructions to her, I had come to grip her firmly around her waist—just above the swell of her hips.
“How do I keep getting into these situations.” I murmured to myself. After this I was going to have to go and find some relief again. It may have only been a quarter of an hour since I had left Emily in her yard in real time, but to me it had been long enough to recover and be ready for more.
I looked down at my daughter once more, and knew I should restart time, deal with any consequences, and then deal with my desires. It wasn’t like I had to wait. As soon as I was out of Kara’s arms, I could stop time and be on my way back to visit our old babysitter.
My cock twitched against my daughter. I really should go …
“Fuck it.” I said, giving in. It wasn’t like it was going to get any worse was it? I wasn’t made of stone! As long as I restrained myself and didn’t get too carried away …
I slipped my hands downwards off Kara’s waist like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Soon enough I was cupping her delicious ass with both hands, squeezing her tight buttocks in my palms. I had thought this many times before, but groping my daughter like this reminded me forcibly of Linda. Kara was so similar to her mother at that age that it was really no wonder that I was so turned on by her. It was like I was back with my wife when she was a teenager.
I completely lost myself in the moment; manhandling Kara’s rear end, delighting in the sensation of her small body pressed up against mine. I stayed away from going under her clothes though—as much as I wanted to. I instinctively knew that once I did that there would be no way I could stop myself from going further—from crossing a line I would never be able to uncross.
Eventually I stopped; having got to the point where I was beyond worked up. I craved the release I would have once I went back to see Emily again. I took my hands off my daughters ass, and placed them back around her in a more appropriate hug. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself slightly, and then deactivated the Watch.
Kara rocked against me once time came flooding back, regaining her balance from how I had inadvertently shifted her position. I awaited to see how she would react, distantly surprised at myself at how calm I was. I felt in control of the situation—how could I not after all with the power at my disposal?
Kara broke our embrace and took a half step back from me. My daughter glanced up at me, her face pale in surprise, before glancing down at the obvious bulge in my pants. This was the moment—the moment that would test what was possible.
Kara looked back up at me, a blush flushing charmingly across her elfin features. And then she flashed me a smile.
Yes!
It was a small smile—filled with embarrassment and surprise—but it was a smile nonetheless. Kara glanced down at my crotch again, her blush growing even brighter.
“Dad.” She said, her voice light and chiding in tone. She didn’t meet my eyes again, keeping them cast towards the ground. “I think you need to spend more time with mom.”
“Sorry sweetie.” I said, my voice husky. I couldn’t believe I had gotten away with that.
I watched as Kara paused, looking like she was going to say something further, but then turned and began to walk away from me. I quickly activated the Watch, freezing her mid-stride.
I walked around to the front of her, coming to a stop in front my daughter. I felt elation coursing through me—Kara was wearing a small and secret smile, her lips turned up at the corners in a pleased expression. Her face was still flushed, her cheeks reddened as she blushed prettily. She had one hand pressed against her belly, exactly where she had felt my erect cock. It had worked!
I eyed Kara hungrily, running my eyes over her body; wishing I was doing it with my hands instead. But I dared not.
As soon as I had seen the look on her face, I had been filled with the strongest desire to capture those upturned lips in a kiss—one not appropriate for a father and his daughter! I knew if I did that though, that there was no way I could ever stop myself from exploring every inch of her body. I had had my fun—now it was time to act responsibly and leave.
Responsibly. I laughed to myself, not immune to the irony and hypocrisy.
I took a mental note of where I had been standing where I had stopped time, and let myself out the front door, heading back down the street towards the O’Conners house.