She lay so peacefully in the bed. The transition from toddler bed to Big Girl bed had been a difficult one. She really wanted to do it, but it was harder than any of them had anticipated. Oh well, he thought to himself. No more difficult than when she moved from Daddy's Big Bed to the toddler bed.

Why had she moved from Daddy's Big Bed to the toddler bed? he asked himself. Because Daddy's new girlfriend didn't always want to share him, he answered himself. Sure, Mara loved his Little Girl, but sometimes she needed him for herself. So it was decided that Emily would move to the toddler bed. There was plenty of "family snuggle time", to be sure. All three of them would pile in Daddy's Big Bed and he would read stories to the both of them, or they would make animal noises just to be silly with each other, or tell jokes and laugh till they nearly wet the bed. But his favorite family snuggle time was when they buried themselves under all the blankets, not quite asleep and not quite awake, limbs draped over each other, with the rain falling softly on the roof. The blanket fort seemed refuge enough to keep them safe and warm and together forever.

There lay Daddy's Little Girl, only five years old. All sweetness and fluff, lying there with her bears and her blankies, her pacifier almost falling out of her mouth. She really was getting too big for a binkie, he told himself. Ah, what the hell. He'd give it one more year. All his other kids were grown and gone. She was his BabyGirl, different from all his other children. She'd be his Little Girl for always.

He shifted the weight to his other leg as he leaned on the doorjamb. He scratched an itch on his inner thigh. Mara had just left for a few days, so Emily would have him to herself this weekend. She'd like that. They'd bake cookies, play board games, go feed the ducks. And sleep in Daddy's Big Bed. He knew Emily liked Mara just fine too. They just needed a weekend together, a special Daddy/Little Girl day or two of their own.

She rolled in her sleep. The blankets didn't quite follow along, so most of her body was left uncovered. Her nightgown was rumpled on her little body. He'd just go straighten it and tuck her in. As he moved from the doorjamb, he felt a pull in his boxers. He reached inside and adjusted himself.

On his way to her bed, he picked up a couple of toys, a few crayons, so she wouldn't trip on them when she got up. When he was beside her bed, she shifted again. This time the nightgown rumpled upwards, leaving her little legs bare. He sat down on the side of the bed. As the mattress sagged under his weight, one of her bears fell over. He picked it up and held it a moment before replacing it at the foot of her bed. Then the tilted picture on the wall distracted him. He stood up and put one knee on the edge of the bed carefully, so he didn't disturb his little princess. Leaning towards the wall he needed to put his full weight on the bed. He found himself straddling her legs, with her laying on her side. He sat back a bit on his heels and just looked at her. She'd grown so much. He was proud of her for graduating to the Big Girl bed, but no matter how big she got, she's always be his little potato bug.

He straightened her nightgown, gently tugging the hem towards her knees. He reached up towards her shoulders, flattening his hand against the fabric to smooth out the wrinkles. Long, slow strokes over her little girl body. Soft, soft cotton nightgown and a perfect layer of baby fat on her perfect little curves. He let out a small groan. He was past needing to adjust himself now. He pushed the nightgown back up, as far as it would go, exposing her thigh and the small of her back. He sat back on his heels again and looked at her a little longer, absently putting his hand on the bulge in his shorts. She gave a small sigh and sucked hard at the binkie for a few seconds, eventually going back to the still-life he'd walked in on. His bulge swelled. He began rocking his body lightly on her leg. She didn't even notice. He slid a few inches up and down her thigh, feeling her babysoft skin on the insides of his legs.

He got up and took off his shorts. He got back on the bed softly, keeping most of the weight off her body. His legs pressed on hers. He reached up and brushed her hair off her face. The extended contact of his penis against her skin was almost too much to bear. He sat back up and rocked. He rubbed his thighs on her leg, the downy peach fuzz of her legs against his own rougher Daddy leg hair. Rocking, rocking back and forth. She sighed, shifted around, sucked on her binkie some more. He noticed her relaxed features, how her lips held the binkie, how her chest rose and fell with her breathing. His penis was hard with the sight, the feel, the smell of her baby-powdered body under him.

He silently masturbated over her soft, perfect little girl body as she remained oblivious to it all. Strokes as agonizingly slow and quiet as he could manage, until he couldn't hold back any more. Gasping, he shot his come onto her. He sat there a minute, catching his breath. Retrieving a warm, damp washcloth, he wiped the come off her leg, leaving the remaining spots on her nightgown because tomorrow was laundry day anyway. He picked up his shorts and went back to his room, tossing the boxers into the hamper on his way into bed.

She'd be Daddy's Little Girl always, and Daddy would always love her in his own special way.