While Dad Is Sleeping Naruto Novels & Stories

And that same maddeningly attractive face that had haunted my dreams, and I had visualized between thighs, now stood before me. Wearing a simple t-shirt that accentuated his sculpted muscles and paired with trousers, he could easily outshine any supermodel with just a single glance. I had to hold my breath so that the gasp didn't slip past my lips. "It's my daughter, Evelyn." Dad's voice made his lips part in what I could identify as astonishment. "Wait really?" He asked, looking heavily dumbfounded," She was so little then." Yeah, little but still capable enough to imagine your gorgeous face while masturbating......

One day, her dad often told her, she’d be just as important—if not more so. Suzy thought about telling her mother about the dream, about how she’d been all grown up but asleep, and how there had been this strange disease that sent everyone to sleep and only she and this other man could save them... But her parents were flitting about, getting everything ready, packing things in the picnic basket. By the time Suzy had eaten her breakfast cereal and got washed and dressed, the dream seemed so distant she could barely even remember it. Suzy heard the beeping of the car horn, her dad geeing them up to leave.

Dad was on the couch, but sleeping, his head turned away from the television that was showing some sports show. "Oh, damn." I whispered, licking my lips and already feeling my pussy heating up. Dad was only wearing a pair of shorts and my eyes hungrily worked their way over his scantily clad body. My father was a personal trainer and led by example. His stomach was flat and hard, his shoulders broad, and even relaxed, I could see the muscles in his arms. Speaking of muscles, my eyes lingered on the one in his shorts. I wondered if dad was having a particularly good dream because the bulge was pretty damn big.

“I am now. Because you’re faster than me.” Damon giggled softly, then yawned. “Can I go outside later?” “Soon,” I said, smoothing his hair. “You need to rest.” He nodded, eyes fluttering shut again. “Okay… love you, Mommy. Love you, Daddy.” When he drifted back to sleep, I stayed there, watching the rise and fall of his chest, listening to the quiet hum of his power. It wasn’t gone—it just slept too, like a dragon under a mountain.

Nina said, without looking at me. She sat on a chair beside the bed, arms crossed over her stomach. Adrian was leaning against the far wall with all the smugness of someone who’d only been in the room for five minutes and already thought he was a saint. “Doctor gave him something to help him sleep,” she added. “He needed the rest. And so do we, but apparently that’s not an option.” I walked to the edge of the bed, watching Dad’s face. “Is he unconscious or pretending so he doesn’t have to talk to you?” I muttered.

I head down the hallway toward my room, but my father’s voice stops me. “Nina.” I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. Of course, he’s still awake. I turn slowly, finding him standing by the window, looking out at the moon. His presence is always commanding, but tonight there’s something different in his stance. He looks... tired. “Dad,” I say softly, stepping closer. “I didn’t think you’d still be up.” He turns to face me, and for the first time, I see it—the vulnerability in his eyes. It’s subtle, almost hidden, but it’s there. “Couldn’t sleep,” he says with a small shrug, his voice low. “I’ve been thinking.”

I thought Dad was finally going to grieve for me. I thought he would rush over and hold me tight. Excited, I drifted to his side, wanting to nuzzle his arm like a kitten. But what happened next plunged me right back into an icy abyss. After taking a deep breath, Dad screamed at my corpse with all his might, "You little brat! What kind of sick game are you playing up there? Get down here right now!" My body just swayed gently in the freezing wind, unable to respond.

I sigh and she smiles at me. “I’m not sure about that.” She says. “I can still feel him.” There is a knock on the door as it opens a sliver. Whoever is there fumbles before they kick it the rest of the way open to reveal my dad. He stands there with a tray of food and tea. He gives us a sheepish smile as he walks over to us. Dad sets the tray down and pretends to not be interrupting our conversation. “You need to sleep, son,” He says, pouring me the very tea he has been preparing for Lana.

I chuckled seeing him walking in his sleep. "Morning, sleepy head!" I greeted walking upto him. I peeked a glance at Serena who was still standing near the slab waiting to greet Nathan. Hugging me, Nathan yawned then wrapping his arms around me, he wished in a feeble tone, "Morning Dad. I want to sleep more. Why did you put the alarm near my ears?" Picking him up in my arms, I carried her to the high stool. He still sat Hugging me with his eyes refusing to open.

“That was close.” Goddess, she’s cute when she’s flustered. She’s sitting with her legs crossed at the knees, bouncing her foot. My eyes travel up the length of her bare leg. I hadn’t even noticed that she was wearing shorts with how long the sweater she has is, but now that she is sitting, the sweater has fallen open, revealing those beautifully toned muscular legs. Her legs are covered in freckles just like the rest of her. I have this sudden urge to start kissing each and every one of those freckles starting at her knee, working my way up her thigh to... What the hell? I took a deep breath, grabbed the throw pillow that was sitting behind me and placed it on my lap hoping that Heather had