Skeletons in the Closet
Introduction:
Everybody has their secrets. So why not just combine them all into one big secret.
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Skeletons in the Closet
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Jack sighed heavily in laziness as he finished settling down onto the carpeted floor of the small nine by seven foot empty walk-in closet. He stared up to the lightly cracked, but otherwise textureless ceiling, waving his eyes around the bare light bulb in an effort to avoid blinding himself on the magnetic spectacle. The walls were starch white and speckled with the holes of the last organizational design. It was his job and time now to invent a new one. Fifteen days into the new house and his wife wanted a bit more attention paid to the master bedroom and a bit less to the entertainment one.
Jackâs naked shoulder blades squirmed over the soft, plush carpet as he scooted his khaki shorts around into a more comfortable position. No shirt, no shoes, no worries. There was nothing but the cloth of his shorts and boxers weighing him down. He released another relaxing sigh and thought to himself what he could possibly due to this so small of a windowless room. He already knew he had to change that damned door.
âSlacking on the job, daddy?â a young girlâs voice broke the silence. Jack looked up to his daughterâs face smiling at him from peaking into the propped open door. Her hair was damp and matted.
The youthful twelve year old then gently pushed her way into the small room, guiding the miniature plastic trashcan deeper in and out of the doorway. Walking in, her delicately thin arms triangled down to the hem of the oversized shirt she wore, stretching it just a bit further over her crotch. Jackâs tense gaze struggled hard not to look down to where his daughter was making such an effort to block him from seeing.
âWhatâre you up to?â he asked trying to keep his curious mind occupied.
âNothing, just finished my shower,â she said stepping closer. The door creaked behind her as it slowly fell closed and then clicked with a shut. Jackâs eyes popped open wide.
âUh oh,â he voiced concernedly.
âWhat?â Jessie questioned with a bit of anxiety seeing her fatherâs expression.
Jack pulled himself up quickly and crawled to the door. Jessie moved out of his way. Twisting the knob, Jack swore under his breath.
âItâs locked?!â Jessie panicked.
âThatâs why I had the trash can there.â
âWhy is there a lock on a closet door? Why is it on the outside?â Jessie was becoming very nervous.
âI donât know. I didnât put it there. Calm down honey.â
âMomâs not coming back until tomorrow night though and I saw your phone on your mattress when I took your shirt.â
âCalm down sweetie. Iâll figure something out.â He was already standing up and pulling his little girl into a secure embrace.
Jackâs body motioned hers in a semi circle so he could look at the door and think. He had messed with that door before. It was solid slab wood and build to last. He looked to the doorknob. No screws on this side. It fit snuggly to the frame. That part of the door was just as firm as the solid wood.
The hinges. Those things looked like they would give him trouble even if he did have the proper tools. If he could pull out one of them though, he was sure he could use that one to push out the others. But to get that one out in the first place. He would lose all his fingernails if he even tried. The trashcan was a rubbery plastic.
Jackâs heart rate began to increase. He couldnât believe it. They were actually trapped. There was absolutely nothing he could do. He thought harder. The light bulb wouldnât help. Looking for anything useful beyond that source of light would probably lead to electrocution. It was the afternoon. They would be stuck in there for almost day and a half.
Maybe if he punched holes in the walls, this was a house being remodeled. Look for something inside there. He knew enough about construction to know that was unlikely. But to punch a hole to the other side of the door and open it from the outside. The door though was way too close to the corner. The studs and drywall were the strongest there.
Kick a large hole with his bare heel to the other side and have Jessie squeeze out.
âDid you figure it out yet daddy?â Jessie mewed into his chest. Just then taking notice to how she so calmly breathed in his abs through her nose wiped Jackâs mind. He could feel wetness where her eyes pressed.
How she trusted him. How she derived so much safety from him. If there was ever a problem, leave it up to daddy to find all the possible solutions.
Jack was lost. Trying to regather what he was just thinking, he only came up with everything that he came to conclude was an ultimate failure.
âIâm sorry honey. It looks like weâre camping.â
âWith no food or water. Or bathroom.â Her voice was trembling.
âA day and a half is nothing for food and water, especially if we donât get too active. For the bathroom, we have a trashcan and some trash bags.â
âDaddyâŠâ
Jack squatted down to his little girl and looked her squarely in the face.
âSweetie, do I look scared?â
âN-no.â
âThen you definitely shouldnât be scared. Think of this as an adventure. Just you and me for a whole day. You canât ask for more daddy time than this.â
Jessieâs face broke into a coy smile.
âI guess. Itâs a day and a half though.â
âJust think of it as we were captured by evil minions because we were doing good stuff, or something like that; and now we have to survive in the dungeon until the great Queen finishes her journey to set us free. Are you going to give the bad guys what they want or are you going to be tough and not let them get to you.â
âIâm going to be tough,â she muffled.
âWhatâs that?â
âIâm going to be tough,â she said with almost fake enthusiasm, but with a definite smile.
âThere we go,â he congratulated her. âNow we have a day and a half together, you want to start it off by lying down together, maybe talk some.â
Jessie clammed back up, looking away from her fatherâs eyes.
âWhatâs wrong now, sweetie?â
âU-um,â she quivered very quietly. I-Iâm not wearing an-any underwear.â Her voice was almost inaudible. Jack gulped to himself.
âUm,â he said nervously back to her, âIâm not wearing a shirt.â
âDaddyâŠ, itâs not the same and you know it.â
âWell, if weâre both lying down, I wonât be able to see anything, now will I.â
âFine,â Jessie agreed to change the subject, âdonât look though.â
âI wonât,â he said. âIâll look the other way right now as I go down.â
Jack let go of his daughter and turned away from her. As he got himself situated onto the floor, Jessie followed cautiously while she made sure to keep the shirt pulled extra long over herself. After hearing his child finish shifting around, Jack looked back over to her face.
âAll comfortable?â he asked. He found it harder than he imagined to keep his eyes on her face. Were she wearing pants, gazing down there occasionally would mean nothing, now thoughâŠ
âYes. Stop trying to look. I see your eyes waving up and down.â
âSorry, Iâm just not use to being forced to only look at your face.â
âYouâre not forced,â Jessie tried reasoning. âItâs, itâs just, embarrassing.â
âWell then, why are you not wearing underwear?â
âI just came from my shower. I walked into your room with just a towel on and saw your shirt on the bed. So I put it on. Sometimes I donât wear underwear under your shirts; it wasnât a big deal or anything. But I didnât know I would be stuck with you.â
âYou know, I used to see you down there all the time,â Jack said to her.
âYeah, and then I turned seven and we stopped bathing together. I still donât see why we had to.â
âThat was your motherâs doing, not mine. Sheâs lightened up a lot after that. She said if she could do it again, sheâd give us another year, maybe two. But by the time she realized how self-conscious you got, it was too late to start back up again.â
âIâm not self-conscious,â Jessie defended.
âYouâre not so bad anymore. But you were there for quite some time. Almost snobbish. Stopped appreciating the simple things in life.â
âWell, you canât get much more simple than this,â Jessie waved her hands around.
âDo you appreciate it?â
âHa,â she laughed. Then looked to her father. âA little. At least Iâm with you.â
âThree years ago, you wouldnât have stopped yelling and crying until you got out of here and got to play with all your toys and friends. Three years before that, you would have thought this was the greatest adventure in the world.â
âItâs called growing up, daddy.â
âWell, Iâm grown up and Iâm just fine without all the stuff you seem to need.â
âYeah, but youâre daddy, so youâre different.â
The conversation progressed, slowly changing into two more topics in the course of an hour and a half before the two fell silent, staring up at the ceiling. They laid together for another half hour in the quiet before Jack tried taking his daughterâs small hand into his large one. Jessie pulled away before even thinking.
âAm I not even allowed to touch you because youâre not wearing underwear?â
âIâm sorry, daddy. I didnât mean to pull away.â Jessieâs hand crawled back to her fatherâs and took a hold of it. âI was kind of hoping you would forget about me not having underwear on too, but I guess thatâs just going to keep haunting me.â
âSorry, sweetie. I wasnât thinking about it,â he lied, âit just popped into my head right then without notice.â
The two rotated their heads back down toward each other.
âWhat time is it do you think?â Jessie asked.
âMaybe two oâclock.â
âI think that will be the hardest part. Not knowing the time.â
âWell, we can see the sunlight from under the door, so weâll know when it gets dark.â
They fell into silence for a few more moments.
âSo,â Jack sparked back up, âsee any good looking boys in the neighborhood yet?â
âNoo. DaddyâŠâ
âJust asking. We have a lot of time, might as well talk about it.â
âI donât think right now is the best time for one of those talks,â Jessie complained.
âHow about you give me a talk then? Talk to me about stuff you might think I would talk to you about.â
âLike, one of those talks?â
âYeah. Why donât you give me a talk? And Iâll listen to everything you say.â
âI donât know,â Jessie questioned. After a short pause, she started back up. âUm, is there any girls you have your eyes on?â she asked nervously.
âJust your mom.â
âGood. You should keep it that way.â She waded quietly in thought. âUm, do you have any questions?â
âUh, where do babies come from?â Jack asked amusedly.
âDaddyâŠâ
âDonât ask me a question if youâre not prepared to hear the answer. Thatâs a very important thing to learn.â
âFine⊠Um, well, when a man and a woman do it, um, when he puts his sperm in her, it goes into her womb where she sometimes has an egg. Uhh, daddyâŠâ
âYouâre doing great.â
âAaah. Well, then, then the sperm fertilizes the egg and a baby starts to grow. It grows for nine months and then it comes out of the girlâs you-know-what. When we get out of here, Iâll give you the book on pollination that you gave me a long time ago, if you want more details.â
âInteresting,â Jack responded. âWhatâs a you-know-what?â
âAahh, itâs a, a vagina.â
âCoool.â
âJeez,â Jessie exhaled.
They went back to silence.
âAre we going to have to lay down for the entire day and a half,â Jack complained.
âMmmmmmm,â Jessie moaned and then gulped. âWe can sit up I guess. Just let me go first.â
Jessie cautiously pulled her body up and scooted back against the wall. She made extra sure the whole time to keep the shirt between her legs. Jack then sat up and pushed himself to the other wall facing his daughter not even thinking.
âDaddy, thatâs the worst spot to sit,â she complained.
Jack inhaled deeply. He knew he unconsciously did pick a bad spot for the situation, but still he wasnât going to take this mood of hers for a whole another day.
He stood up abruptly, startling Jessie, and reached to the button on his khaki shorts. In three seconds, they were falling to his ankles. Then his thumbs dipped into his boxers.
Jessie was too stunned to speak. She saw him pushing his underwear down and instinctively closed her eyes and looked away. Seconds later, she felt them fall onto her legs.
âHoney, they may not fit, but you can wear those. It seems you need them more than me. I have nothing to hide from you, but for your sake, Iâll turn out the light just in case.â
Jessie peeked up momentarily to see what her father was doing and caught his completely naked body reaching up with his shorts in his hand to unscrew the light bulb partway.
The light flickered out and with it, so did all of Jessieâs pride. Did she really push her father that far? Was he really that mad at her? He gave her his own underwear to shut her up. Because she was too proud to be seen by her own daddy.
Jessie immediately jumped up and leaped to the barely there shadow that was her father. She almost knocked him off balance as he attempted to put his shorts back on but he ditched those to save himself. Jessie pulled him into a sobbing hug.
âIâm so sorry daddy. Please forgive me. I donât need youâre boxers. I donât care anymore. Youâre just daddy. I love you.â
Jack was pushed back to the wall where his legs gave way slowly and he skidded down to the floor. His bare butt bumped hard into the shag rug and so inappropriately, his daughterâs naked crotch bounced over his own thankfully flaccid one.
âIâm sorry daddy,â Jessie cried into him.
âItâs alright,â he tried consoling her. He had to get her off of him. He was growing, and fast.
âI didnât mean anything I said. I wasnât thinking. I donât know why I was being so immature. Mmm,â she finished in a surprised moan.
Jackâs full erection was warmly squeezing itself between his twelve year old daughterâs butt cheeks. The two remained completely silent and motionless for nearly a minute, only feeling each otherâs increasing heartbeats.
âIâm sorry daddy,â Jessie said again with a little fear in her voice. Jack could tell she was apologizing for something different now.
âFor what?â he asked soothingly.
âFor this. For whatâs happening now.â
âWhy are you sorry? This isnât your fault.â
âItâs not your fault daddy. I pushed you down here.â
âShhh,â he tried calming her down.
âWeâre not supposed to be like this.â
âHoney,â Jacked breathed into her hair. âThere is nothing wrong. Calm down. Whatâs different from now and when we bathed together, or when you normally sit on my lap.â
âDaddy, how is this not different?â
âHoney, the most important thing your mother and I want you to learn is that you control your own life. Just like being locked in this closet, itâs all how you perceive it. If you make a big deal out of it, it will be a big deal. If you donât, then itâs just an experience, or something to learn from.â
âBut,â
âBut what?â Jack asked. âWhat right now is making you think this is wrong? And what is making you think that? Talk it out.â He was making quite a few gulps between his dialogues in this situation. His hot, thick cock running up the length between his childâs butt cheeks.
âUm, because our privates are so close together. Theyâre touching and theyâre both naked.â
âOkay. Do you never want our privates to touch? Is that something you want never to happen, or is it something that you donât mind? What do you want, not what do your friends want, or what somebody else told you, how do you want to live your life?â Jack was walking himself through this just as much as he was his daughter. His argument was so blatantly biased to the lack of blood in his brain.
âUm,â Jessie stuttered, âum, just me, um, I donât really care too much. It makes me nervous, but not in a bad way.â
âNow how do you feel about doing this to other people, other boys?â
âNo,â Jessie jeered. âI donât want that. I love just you daddy. I donât trust them or like them that much.â
âWhat about telling other people about how you feel?â
âStuff like this is none of their business. I wonât tell on you daddy,â she looked up to his face.
âI didnât mean it like that,â he lied down to her nervously.
Jessie smiled in the dark as she continued hugging her naked father.
They sat in embrace silently. Within the next ten minutes, Jack noticed a considerable increase in heat coming from the crotch of his child. He also swore he could feel wetness down there. After a slight repositioning that confirmed the feeling of a small amount of liquid down there to both of them, Jessieâs whole body heated up and then very slowly cooled down with her pubic region.
The hug lasted another hour, then another. Both of them bobbed in and out of light sleep. Jackâs erection died and was reborn about five different times. Jessie always smiled into his chest at the sensations it gave her.
It was dark in the bottom crack of the door before the two were forced awake by Jessie sneezing. She shuffled around and before thinking about what she was doing, she pulled off of her father.
âI have to go pee,â she mewed quietly.
âUse the trashcan. Iâll go after you and then tie up the bag.â
âUm, can you turn the light back on? I really donât like being in the dark. There could be spiders or something.â
âYou want to put on my boxers beforehand?â Jack asked.
âNo. Iâm fine. I kinda want to be forced to accept you looking at me. I donât want to feel embarrassed around you anymore.â
âShould I put them back on myself then?â
âI, I think it will be easier if Iâm not the only one without underwear, maybe.â
âAs you wish.â Jack stood up and reached around the ceiling gently for the light bulb. He found it and screwed it back in.
The light burst back on, blinding both of them. It took close to two minutes before Jack and his daughter had the full capabilities to acknowledge the nudity of his body. It was indeed uncomfortable, but his daughter not making a big deal of it did seem to relax a lot of the pressure. In fact, his daughterâs suspicious attention relieved quite a bit of his own self-consciousness.
Jessie turned away coyly and looked down to the trashcan. There were a few trash bags in the corner.
âUm, can I go, then we tie it up, then you go in another? This room isnât too airy. Itâll probably smell up quick.â
Jack looked over to the extra bags.
âLooks like we only have three extra bags and another day in here. I donât think thatâs a good idea. Maybe if we both went at the same time,â he kidded. He personally didnât think the smell would be a problem.
âHow would we do that?â Jessie didnât catch the joke.
âUh, well, I guess while you go, I go down the gap between your legs,â he gave a half reasonable answer, still half kidding.
âUmm,â Jessie bit her lower lip. âI guess so.â She seemed to think he was being completely serious and wasnât really giving her the choice.
âReally?â he asked a bit in shock.
Jessieâs demeanor suddenly changed as he challenged her judgment. Her eyes squinted and her face twisted in embarrassment. Jack caught on immediately.
âCome on then,â he directed, walking over to the trashcan. Eager to go with the flow, Jessie followed. âOkay, you squat right here.â
The very nervous twelve year old obeyed. As she squatted, she reluctantly lifted up her fatherâs shirt that she wore, displaying her childhood to that manâs starving eyes. It took all of Jackâs willpower to keep his manhood half limp so he could actually pee.
âOkay,â he stuttered looking to her barest, fleshy, little pre-teenaged vaginal slit. He gulped. âUh, where do you think the stream is going to go? Lean forward or pull up the can to where you think it will go into it.â
Jessie leaned forward onto her fatherâs shoulder blocking both of their views of her private part. She peered back down to see if she was lined up correctly. She definitely didnât want to miss.
âIs that good?â her father asked as he looked around her to line himself up the best he could with the limited mobility of his half erect state.
âYeah,â she muttered.
âOkay then, go when you can.â
Both of them pushed for it. It took nearly thirty seconds before either of them had the power to actually start urinating. Jessie got it first, then seconds later her father. And unfortunately, she was blocking his view from where he was going.
Her eyes squinted closed as she moaned onto his shoulder. His solid stream of hot liquid urine was being hosed onto her vagina, splashing down over her tucked in clitoral hood and running down her slit to pour into the trashcan. And all while her body had lost control and was funneling out her own excess fluids.
It seemed to last forever. The hot gush of water spraying onto her virgin organ. That same water that was being forced out the head of her daddyâs penis.
Jack finished just before his daughter did. He had a considerably stronger stream than her. Having heard both of them stop, he wondered why his little girl was still leaning onto him. Without asking, he gently guided her back up onto her own support.
The childâs face was flushed and filled with a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and fear. Jack looked down to her private part. It was soaked; it was dripping wet.
âWhat happened?â
âYou peed on me,â she choked.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â he asked embarrassed for himself.
Her face looked like it wanted to cry in shame; as if it was all her fault, first for blocking his view, then being too nervous to tell him what he was doing. What was more was that she couldnât tell if she was bad nervous or good nervous, the latter making her feel even worse.
âSweetie, itâs okay,â Jack consoled her. âIâm sorry, it was my fault. I thought I didnât hear my stream hit the bag but I wasnât sure. Itâs not your fault.â
He backed away as she stood up and locked her knees for more support. He grabbed his boxers and turned back around to hand them to her but found her already wiping herself dry with the shirt she wore. Catching himself about to make her more self-conscious of what she was doing, he instead pulled the trashcan from under her and tied up the bag.
âIâm sorry daddy,â she sniffled.
âItâs okay honey. Letâs just forget about this starting now. Weâre both embarrassed about it.â Jack finished putting a new trash bag in over the old one.
âOkay,â she sniffed. âC-can we lay down again.â
âAbsolutely.â He pushed the can back into the corner and went to go lay down.
âCan you look away just for a few seconds please, daddy?â
Jack obeyed, turning his head away. He kept facing there until he heard his daughter lying down beside him on the ground. Turning back, his eyes met his childâs face where he found it impossibly hard not to look down at the sea of bare skin his peripheral vision was picking up on.
âUm, you can look, I guess. I donât want to force you to look at just my face.â
Jack gulped hard.
âIâll keep that in mind. But Iâll try not to look just to look.â At that, he broke already and was peering down her buck naked body. Her breasts were so illegally undeveloped. They were barely there, but they were definitely there. And her littlest budding nipples.
His eyes quickly shot back up to her face.
âCan you draw on my tummy?â she asked nervously.
âAre you sure?â
âItâs just my tummy,â she swallowed.
âOkay.â Jack rolled onto his side, pulling his left arm out from under him and using it as a pillow, then reaching out his right over his childâs belly. His index finger pointed down and he gently began running up, down, and around her sporadically tensing stomach.
He counted two times for sure that he caught himself looking back down to his twelve year oldâs chest. It was becoming increasingly hard to look at her face.
âDaddy?â
âYes sweetie?â
âCan I ask you some more questions like having one of those talks?â
âIâm not sure this is the best time.â
Jessie looked to her father sporting a very disapproving face. It was most purely an accusation of his hypocrisy.
âAlright honey,â Jack gave in.
âUm, remember when we sometimes talk about touching yourself and that stuff?â
Jack was amazed at how fast his mouth was producing saliva. It was still plenty wet after almost constant gulps.
âYes sweetie.â
âYou said that even you touch yourself for relief. When mommyâs not around or stuff like that. Um, I heard kids talk about finding their parentâs âporn.â I heard them describe what it was like. I even saw a little bit in a magazine, but I never saw it again, I swear.â
âOkay,â Jack was becoming increasingly anxious.
âUm, so I kinda looked for yours. Since I heard all guys have it. I was just curious, thatâs all.â
âDid you find any?â Jack asked. His stomach felt nothing like the soothing lines he drew onto his daughterâs.
âI found some. It was like I heard described, and some of the pictures I saw. But I also found other stuff. You have cartoons too. And they have girls my age. A lot of them younger. But they looked like what porn is. Is that porn too?â
Jack thought to himself that he really had to lower the time limit for that password protected screen saver to kick in.
âYes sweetie,â he reluctantly answered truthfully.
âSo, um, then you touch yourself to those cartoons?â
âYes, sometimes.â
âA lot of those girls in them look really pretty.â
Jack couldnât tell if there was a hint of defeat in her voice or not. His ring finger forced into her belly button and he set his hand down on her tummy.
âMuch prettier than me,â Jessie mewed.
Jack definitely could distinguish the defeat then.
âSweetie, how could you ever think that a cartoon is more beautiful than you? A cartoon is a cartoon. Youâre a real person. They donât even compare. If you turned nine tenths of those characters into real people, theyâd look horribly disfigured.â
He could see his words werenât doing too much. He popped his finger from her naval and began moving his hand up her body. He stopped just short of her breasts. Were she wearing a shirt, it would have been nothing more than a warm fatherly touch to the heart. Without the shirt thoughâŠ
âYou are beautiful honey. If I had to choose between you and them for the most amazing daughter, theyâd have no chance against you.â
âDuh. You donât want them to be your daughter. You think other things about them. Iâm just the little girl who sits in the background.â
âSweetie,â Jack said in confusion. âWould you rather not be my daughter?â
âNoo!â Jessie cried in frustration. âItâs just that you have a thousand pictures of little girls on your computer, and you donât even think twice about me, the real one. Itâs because theyâre prettier than me. They all got really pretty hair, perfect skin, really cute eyes. My hair is messy, my eyes arenât cute at all, my skin isnât perfect.â
âHoney, your hair is amazing, your eyes are phenomenal, and your skin is so perfect, itâs not fair to all the other real girls. Iâm your father though, and that means I canât be your boyfriend. Otherwise, I would be in a heartbeat.â
Jessieâs stomach grumbling broke the silence between talking. Both of them ignored it.
âReally?â
âIn a single heartbeat.â
Jessie rolled over and scooted to hug her father. Using her weight, she pushed him onto his back.
âSo, am I really that pretty?â she asked wanting to hear the answer again.
âYouâre amazingly pretty.â
âYou know, a lot of my clothes I get are based on what I see in those pictures.â
âUh, when did you find them?â
âLike a year and a half ago, maybe two. I was ten at the time. I put a lot of them on my computer later on.â
Jessie pushed her body back to set her face onto her fatherâs chest. In the act, she reamed one of her vaginal lips onto the top of his penis. The bulbous lip squeezed and slid to the side, guiding the head of the organ into the slit. Thankfully it stopped just below the canal.
Both of them inhaled sharply at the event.
âSorry,â Jessie squinted as she pulled back up a bit.
âGotta be careful,â Jack swallowed. âDonât want to lose your virginity to me.â
Jessie was willfully trying to shut her mind down already, hoping that if she fell asleep where she was, she might wake up there as well.
âItâs not that big of a deal if itâs you,â she quietly half yawned.
Another pool of saliva was funneled down Jackâs throat. To have a twelve year old girl tell him that while she lay naked on top of himâŠ
In about twenty minutes, Jessieâs imagination turned off and she fell asleep. By the end of the hour, Jackâs finally was forced down and he went too.
Jessie woke up on her stomach, on the floor. Her shoulder blade was being gently massaged by her fatherâs hand. She turned her head to look at him.
Jack was on his side facing his daughter. His expression was almost of a half-conscious drunk as he pathetically clung to the sleep he was barely in. Waking up meant to acknowledge how hungry and thirsty he really was.
Jessie looked down his body to his half flaccid penis. She smiled at the sliver of sunlight she saw under the door. She then tediously turned her body over as to not disturb her father, lifting his massaging hand up and then delicately setting it back down on her chest. She closed her eyes and began breathing through her mouth at the feeling of her daddy caressing her tiniest naked breast.
In the quietest voice she could whisper, she muttered what she thought.
âLetâs see you do this to a stupid cartoon.â
They laid there like that for over another hour. Jessie fell back asleep for brief moments but was usually woken back up when her daddy spontaneously began spinning one of her nipples. She checked every time, but he was definitely asleep, or at least not awake.
Jack awoke to himself pulling his daughter into a warm, adult embrace. He stopped abruptly before they made too much contact. The rumble of his daughterâs stomach just then brought back the dreaming memories of the buffet he was gorging himself on. He was surprised at how little his daughter was complaining about everything now.
âTodayâs the day we get saved,â he mumbled.
âIâm soo thirsty,â Jessie grumbled.
âI reckon we got about eight, maybe ten hours left.â
âAhh man.â
Jack pushed himself up. Jessie followed. The two sat cross legged opposite of one another. Jack couldnât help but flexing in his restraint to not stare at the slit of his daughter. It was as exposed as it would ever be with her legs spread open so wide.
âUrine is ninety-five percent water, you know,â he said.
âWhatâs the other five percent?â Jessie asked with a not so amused face.
âNutrients from your blood that your body didnât immediately need. Itâs all completely sterile. Itâs the other end thatâs got the dirty job.â
âIâm not that thirsty,â Jessie emphasized.
âItâs not all that unpopular in eastern Asia.â
âHow about we wait until tomorrow and discuss it then, daddy?â
âAlright. Do you have to use the bathroom?â
âNot really. I can wait. Unless you have to go?â
âNo.â
They silently looked to each other. On occasion, Jack noticed his little girl taking a peak down to his crotch. On more than occasion, Jack found himself trying to take his eyes off hers.
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen grueling minutes. Just when Jack thought the awkward staring game would never end, Jessie stood up onto her knees and waddled over to him. She reached him and climbed onto his lap, wrapping her long naked legs around his waist, but keeping their private parts a good eight inches from each other. Jack was beyond hard.
He looked down to his little girl very nervously. He didnât know what she was doing but there was no way he was going to stop her if it was something inappropriate.
âDaddy, are you having any fun in here?â Jessie asked too innocently. âOr do you have a bad feeling in your belly because youâre trying to avoid stuff?â
âIâm having a great time,â he lied. âIâm with the greatest person ever.â
âMy tummy feels bad,â Jessie complained.
âYouâre just hungry,â Jack consoled.
âNot that, I mean, itâs more than that. Weâre here together which is great and all, but itâs like since weâre naked, weâre not allowed to do a lot of stuff. Like we have to stay away from each other. Itâs no fun.â
âWe can do anything you want, sweetie. You name it, and weâll do it.â
âI want to stop being embarrassed. I just want everything that can be done, done. That way itâs no big deal. Like you said earlier, I want to stop making things such a big deal.â
âWhatâs on your mind? Whatâs the big deal that you want to make small.â Jack knew this probably wasnât going to end legally, hell, he wasnât even sure if what they were doing then was legal. But not even he could deny the tension in the small room. Eight to ten more hours like that and they would probably end up resenting each other for the agony they went through.
âWell, our private parts. Theyâre not really private anymore. So I just wanted to not keep pretending they are.â
âHow do we do that?â Jack gulped.
âCan, um, I think we should touch, touch each other. That way itâs not a big deal anymore. Because itâs just done and nothing special. I mean weâre not boyfriend and girlfriend so it doesnât mean anything, right?â
âSweetie,â Jack swallowed again, âit only means what you make it to mean.â
âSo can I touch you then? Just to make it not a big deal anymore.â
âSure,â he whispered hard.
âW-will you touch me?â
âAre you sure?â he asked.
âY-yeah. So that way we both did it and itâs no big d-deal.â
Jack lifted his hand and touched his daughterâs leg. He gently ran up the top of it with his fingers and stopped just before reaching her belly.
âWhere do you want me to touch?â
âUm, you know. Down there.â Her eyes were so big and innocent and she pointed with her chin.
Again, Jack was in awe at how hydrated his mouth seemed to be while the rest of his body ached for water. His fingers traced delicately down the inside of her leg and so cautiously moved to press onto the lips of his twelve year old daughter. A tiny coo escaped the childâs closed mouth.
Jack just wanted to hold still after he made that initial contact, but feeling the bare lips of his girl, her shortest and softest peach fuzz, his hand couldnât help but travel further down almost into cupping her. Several more soft moans escaped her throat.
Jessie reluctantly accepted that it was now her turn and as casually as she couldnât do, she took her fatherâs incredibly hard penis into her tiny fingers.
âItâs so warm and soft. And really smooth,â she added as her hand made a half pump under her weak grip.
âYouâre just the same,â Jack breathed heavily.
Both of them quieted down and proceeded in feeling the otherâs genitals. Jack couldnât believe that his daughterâs preteen vagina was in his hand, that he was caressing it in a way he knew would stimulate her, and that in return, she seemed almost to be jacking him off as well.
âAm I doing it right?â Jessie asked through her hard breaths. Her hand was slowly running up and down the length of her fatherâs organ.
âWhat are you trying to do?â he so reluctantly asked, already guessing.
âMake you feel good.â
âYou donât need to do that,â Jack choked out. How he got himself to be so modest in his choice of deterrents, heâd never know.
âI want to. I want to make you feel good. Like youâre doing to me.â
âIâm sorry honey, I didnât mean to,â he said in so much pain as he forced himself to pull away from her. Jessie instantly reached with her free hand and stopped his motion.
âNo. Please donât stop daddy. Please.â She looked up into his quivering eyes. âI love you daddy.â
âSweetie, you have no idea whatâs going on in my head. I canât do what you want me to do without hurting you.â
âCan you turn off the light then? Please.â
âIâm sorry honey,â he swallowed. What she said almost sounded hurt, but she looked perfectly neutral.
âCan you just turn out the light? We can just hug then. If we canât see each other, maybe it will be easier for you to just hug me.â Jessie backed up off her fatherâs lap and dropped her bare butt to the carpet.
Jack looked down to her and obeyed. Standing up, he made his way to his shorts and picked them up. He reached to the light bulb and twisted it until it flickered off. As he sat back down, he felt his daughter reaching around his chest and arms, and then she climbed onto him. It would be some time before their eyes adjusted to the small sliver a light breaking through under the door.
Within that entire sixty seconds since Jessie backed off her father and he turned out the light, she had just finished situating herself back on him exactly as before. She took his member back into her grip. Jack gave no opposition, but neither did he return the favor.
For ten, maybe fifteen minutes, he felt as his daughter tugged and massaged his organ. It took all of his strength to keep from spraying her naked body with his sperm. Thankfully, eventually she gave up.
âSee daddy,â she said happily. âNow itâs no big deal for me to touch you.â At that, she reached around her father and pulled herself into him, nestling her little girl crack around her fatherâs molten pipe. Her feet behind him, curled in and were almost suctioned to his butt she pulled so tightly.
At the sensation running through her netherlands, she shivered and ground her crotch into his momentarily. A few seconds after that, she almost mimicked it again, but this time in a much slower, more structured way.
Jackâs eyes rolled to the top of his head at feelings of his twelve year old grind her naked, moist vagina into his boiling, exposed cock.
âSweetie,â he pleaded tremblingly.
âDaddy? Iâll never tell anyone. So you wonât get in trouble. That means the rest is what you make it to be. Why canât this just be normal or small? It feels so good to make it a big bad thing.â
This girl was determined when she had something on her mind. And like her mother, she knew just when to bring up past things that he had said and use them against him.
Jackâs eyes quivered and waved about in the dark as the crease between two underdeveloped vaginal lips spread around his member and did a slow, wet pole dance. The humidity locked between the two was making his dick uncomfortably stick to his belly so he took a hold of his daughter and shifted her a bit.
Jessie squirmed at first but then smiled as she realized that he was just making it feel better for himself. In time, she began getting more bold after that. After maybe three minutes, she was actually lifting her body off his lap about an inch to rub longer strokes.
Jack found himself involuntarily reacting to her. Moving opposite of her to make each swipe longer and smoother. He couldnât believe what he was doing. And then it dawned on him what he was really doing. Right after a particularly deep pull back, he realized that he wasnât just trying for longer strokes, he was trying to âaccidentlyâ pop under her.
As he debated and scolded himself for his thoughts, his actions still played out. He couldnât control them if he tried.
âUuugn,â Jessie groaned.
It finally happened. Jackâs manhood slipped out from between them and popped under his daughterâs virginity. As she dropped her weight back down, the head of his defilement broke her lips wide open and ran up the length of her slit. He had been forced at least an inch inside his child. A hot thick liquid seemed to be coating him from just inside her lips.
Both of them took very deep breaths and their muscles locked. Unfortunately for Jessie, hers werenât that strong, and they were the only things holding her up.
Jack could do nothing as he felt his twelve year old slowly sink deeper and deeper onto the organ that conceived her in the first place. There was no way he could battle the ever increasing feeling of being inside her body.
So slowly, Jessieâs canal stretched wider and longer to her entire weight falling on her fatherâs penis. Pain, only dulled by the massive pressure of her fatherâs sex organ penetrating her and a day without food and water, stung into her body as if someone was teasing a freshly open wound inside her.
Jack couldnât believe that he was actually penetrating something so small, so incredibly tiny. She was beyond tight. Was it not for all her weight dropping down and a new source of hot lubricant, they would have never been able to interlock so effortlessly.
Jack felt the tip of himself bump into the cap of his daughter. And then in a quarter of the speed, he still sunk deeper. It seemed like three minutes passed before she finally came to rest at the base of his shaft. Both their breathing was hard and fast, Jessieâs though definitely won out in the contest. He was so freaking huge in her.
Neither of them knew what to say for what seemed like the longest time.
âDoes it hurt?â Jack finally spoke.
âNo, yes, a little. It did sting a lot but itâs going away. Now thereâs just a lot of pressure everywhere. Is this sex?â
âNo sweetie. This is an accident. Sex is doing more than just this.â
âBut Iâm not a virgin anymore.â
âNo,â Jack said sadly to her. It then just dawned on him for the source of that extra hot lubricant she came up with so quickly. He had just ripped his daughterâs hymen apart. She was bleeding.
âIâm sorry daddy,â Jessie almost cried.
âItâs not your fault sweetie.â
âBut I wanted it to happen. I didnât think it would, but deep down, I wished it would.â
âShh, stay calm. Remember, itâs not a big deal unless you make it one.â
âI wanted my first time to be a big deal, daddy,â she teared up with a raised voice.
Crap, what did he do? Jack was really regretting his pathetic perversion now.
âIâm so sorry honey.â He kissed her scalp and breathed in the remnants of shampoo she had used the day before.
âC-can we still make it special maybe?â Jessie cooed.
âWhat?â
âIt-itâs okay if itâs with you. I love you.â
âSweetie,â Jack almost choked. âYou want to have sex, with me?â
âI lost my virginity. I want to make it special. And I love you so itâs okay if itâs with you.â
âSweetie,â her father pleaded.
âFine!â Jessie snapped. âThis is the worst day of my life then. You masturbate to cartoons but you canât stand me. Always looking for a way out. I lose my virginity to you and you want to pretend itâs nothing. Like Iâm supposed to not care. Even though I do. I love you and you said to wait for someone I love. But apparently you donât love me back.â
Jessie tried pulling away but couldnât break free of her fatherâs grip. Jack responded in unwrapping his legs and lifting his daughter in the air with him. He made sure he never slipped more than an inch out of her. Dropping her gently backwards onto the floor, he hovered above her, still deeply nestled inside.
âHoney, how many times do I have to tell you that youâre way more beautiful than a cartoon?â
âWhy donât you show me?â Jessie pouted.
âYou promise not to tell anybody what weâre doing?â
âNever in my life daddy. Iâll never tell anyone at all even a hint.â Her voice was regaining enthusiasm fast. âI promise.â
âTell me if I start hurting you, okay?â He began pulling slowly out of her. Before he could push deeply back into her, she replied.
âOkay.â
She breathed hard after that. Feeling his massive penis squashing all her insides out of the way. She could feel him running all the way up her body, stabbing with a blunt, soft, heating pad at the end of her capacity. But those first few inches just inside her though, the sensations of him gliding through that ring with his daddy penisâŠ
âUuugh,â she moaned.
âDoes it feel good sweetie?â he asked.
âY-y-yesss,â she trembled. âIâm so sorry for all the bad things I did in my life. I love you so much.â
âDonât get too worked up now. Remember that Iâm still your father.â
âThatâs why I love you daddy,â she exhaled firmly.
His little girl was so damned tight. There was no way Jack would be able to last very long at all. He had been teased relentlessly for the past twenty hours or more and now his cock was in a bubbling hot sauna tucked between the legs of a twelve year old girl.
He lowered his hands down below his daughterâs belly and put one on top of the other. Not too gently, he pressed the heel of his lower palm down into her pelvis. Still pistoning in and out of the little girl, he pushed, held, then moved a bit over. After several times of repeating the process, Jessie spoke up with what little air she could spare.
âDaddy,â she giggled so childlike yet so erotically, âwhat are you doing?â And then her head bugged up and she released a string of vowels.
Seemingly finding what he was looking for, Jack thrust his invading organ harder into the point where he felt the pressure of his hand. He could actually feel the movement of himself inside his daughter.
âDaaaddyy!!â Jessie groaned in desperation. If only her father could see her toes squeezing closed with so much force and her fingers tensing outwards in little curled-in balls. Her breath was short sputters.
Jackâs organ was being bathed in hot, thick liquid dripping from the pours of his childâs vaginal canal. It was too much. There was only so many times he could feel the head of his manhood push at the cervix of his twelve year old before he had to glaze it in his sperm. And no later, was he doing just that.
Molten cum erupted from Jackâs body and splashed about at the end of Jessieâs girlhood. It sloshed and melted with her own tearing lubricant. There was so much going on inside her. It was unbelievable.
Jessieâs body flared in a single spike of heat and muscle tension. The sight her father was missing. Sex was the greatest thing the little girl had never even dreamed of experiencing in life.
The heat and tension under Jackâs hands was so amazing. He had never literally had his hands so close to that action. Probably just two inches away, he was pressing down into his very own cock that was lodged inside his very own preteen daughter. As he inseminated her too. Filling her with the exact same juice that created her.
Seconds after the blinding sting of orgasm, Jack pulled up his palms while he was still oozing his child making juice into his child and set his elbows to either side of her. He rested his weight on them and exhaustedly looked down to Jessie. She struggled to regain a halfway normal breathing pattern.
âIf you want any more special than that,â Jack panted downwards, âyouâll have to give me fifteen minutes.â
âThat was Really special! Thank you so much daddy. Iâll never ever forget it.â
Jack slurped out of the little girl and gently dropped to her side. He put his hand tenderly on her belly and played with it in a soothing manner.
âYou donât have to just touch my belly anymore. You can touch my chest too if you want. If you donât want to though, I understand.â
Jack smiled to her lure and complied, lifting his touch up to her chest.
âTheyâre really starting to come in nicely,â he complimented.
âReally?â After a short pause, âDo you like breasts?â
âYes sweetie.â
âOh. Cause in the cartoons, most of those girls donât have breasts. But you still liked them.â
âWhatâs with you and those cartoons?â
âI like cartoons, sometimes. Maybe we can look at them together sometime.â
Jack sighed.
âIâm glad you like breasts though. Because Iâm growing some and I donât wonât to have a flat chest anyways. I donât want big ones though either. I want what you like most. Like mommyâs size. Has it been fifteen minutes yet?â
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The door to the closet slowly opened. Light from the room outside flooded into the dark space the father and daughter occupied. The two were lying naked side by side, the twelve year old soaked in dried sweat and cum still slowly leaking from her reddened, swollen vagina. Jackâs cock was wearing almost a condom of his cum and the virgin blood of his daughter.
The two of them looked up to the uniformed officer staring down at them. She turned on the flashlight she was pointing into Jackâs face.
Jack had definitely not planned this far ahead.
âHow many years in prison do you reckon this will get you,â the officer said down to Jack.
Jessie instantly burst from her spot and leaped onto her father, wrapping her arms around his neck.
âItâs not what it looks like,â she pleaded, âitâs not, mommy.â
The mother laughed at the most pathetic attempt to cover up the fact that that same girl just dragged a line of semen from where she laid to the side of her father, all coming out of her bloodstained vagina.
âI always wondered when this day would come,â she scoffed as the flashlight beam made its way to the crime scene between the childâs legs. âWhat with you prancing around like those lolicons on your fatherâs computer and your father constantly pretending that he canât see your nipples through that nightgown of yours. If it wasnât going to end this way, then you were both bound to end up living out very resentful lives.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Nothing happened mommy. I swear.â
Jack wouldâve laughed with his wife at that were he not so damned scared of her right then. He knew she had changed a lot since she took her regretted stand against them bathing, but he wasnât sure even with her current display of approval that this was over yet.
âI thought this mightâve happened,â the mother said after propping the door open and leaning down to peal her daughter off. âI called last night and didnât get an answer. When you didnât call back by this morning, I got a bad feeling in my gut so I came home early. Thankfully I didnât call a friend to check up on you. How long have you been locked in here?â
âWhat time is it?â Jack asked nervously.
âAbout three oâclock.â
âMmm, maybe twenty-seven hours.â
âTwenty-seven hours!! You need food, you need water!â
âI need to use the bathroom,â Jessie complained.
âI think we both need a shower as well,â Jack added.
âTogether?â Jessie asked hopefully.
âNo,â her mother responded firmly. âI mean, not today. Thatâs all. Come on now, get up. Iâve got to get you two hydrated. And I want this door off the hinges until you fix the knob.â
Jack moaned as he struggled to lift himself and his clinging daughter up off the floor.
âI swear to you mom, nothing did happen,â Jessie mumbled again into her fatherâs chest. âThere was just an accident but thatâs all.â
âSuure,â the woman replied while looking down to the pool of semen drying into the carpet. âAn accident, and it happened accidently two, maybe three times it looks like.â
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e.l. hanes