[Ring]
[Ring]
Jenna rolled over to look at her clock. It was 3 am. Who would be calling me at 3 am she thought to herself.
"Hello?" she said, still half asleep.
"Hello?" she said again.
She could hear someone breathing on the other end.
"If you're not going to say anything, then why fucking call me at 3 am?!??" she yelled.
"Jenna, it's me" said a man's voice.
"Daddy?!?"
"Yes" he answered.
"Daddy, what's wrong" she asked, sitting up in bed and turning on the lamp.
"It's Murial, she's been killed in a car accident" he said, his voice shaking.
"Oh my God daddy!!!" she said "Where are you?"
"Jenkins Memorial" he answered.
"I'll be right there" said Jenna.
"No, please don't, I just need to get out of this damn hospital, can I come over?" he asked.
"Sure daddy" she said "I'll be up waiting"
An hour or so passed, Jenna sat on her couch, dozing in and out of sleep when the doorbell rang.
She answered it to find her father standing on the other side, his eyes were swollen from crying, he looked like a train wreck.
"Oh daddy, c'mon in" she said, pulling her dad by his jacket into the house.
"Do you want some coffee?" she asked.
"No thanks, I just want to sit here" he said.
Muriel was Dave's second wife, Jenna's step-mother. Her real mother died when Jenna was only 4 years old after a snake bite on a camping trip.
After what seem to be hours had passed, Dave took a deep breath and looked at his daughter.
"Is there anything I can do daddy?" she asked.
Dave began crying again.
"Oh daddy" she said, getting up from the chair and going over to the couch where he sat.
She sat closely next to him, holding his hand as he put his head on her shoulder, sobbing like a little boy.
It killed Jenna to see her father like this, he had always been such a strong man, nothing ever got to him.
As they sat there Jenna began to notice her father's hand moving up her leg.
"Daddy what are you doing? she whispered.
"I just need to feel a woman's body right now honey" he answered.
Jenna never could tell her daddy no on anything and this was no exception. She obediently lifted her nightie a little, exposing her legs up to her thighs.
With warm, huge hands he began rubbing his daughter's flesh, moving slowly up her leg, closer to her inner thigh.
She couldn't help but become aroused by this move, she had always been somewhat attracted to her father but would never disrespect his marriage to Murial by acting on her attraction.
She looked over and noticed Dave's cock was rock hard underneath his dress slacks.
He began massaging harder, leaving his handprint as he moved up her thigh.
