Katie and I had been very close since she was a young child. Every night, I would sit by her bed and tell her bedtime stories until she fell asleep. If she had a scary dream she would crawl into bed with her mother and I. For some reason she would pick my side of the bed and snuggle close to me. I suppose that she felt protected in my arms.
Now she is 21 and married. Her mother and I had parted ways two years before in an amicable divorce.
The night that Katie called me in tears, I went immediately to pick her up. Her beautiful face was battered and bruised. If I could have found that son of a bitch, I think I would have killed him with my bare hands, but my first priority was to get her to the hospital. I called the police from my cell phone on the way. After the restraining order had been issued, they left to see if he could be found. Secretly, I wished that I could find him before they did.
The doctors and nurses took care of Katie’s bruises and I took her to my home. That night, she cuddled in my arms and cried. I was surprised and ashamed that I was somewhat aroused by this closeness. My little girl had grown up into a beautiful, sexy young woman.
After she had calmed down, she showered and went to her old bedroom. I found and old shirt for her to wear for the night.
I sat on my bed, still in a rage but still aroused by the closeness with my daughter.
“What is happening to me? These feelings are not right.”
After insuring that Katie was ok and safely tucked into her bed, I went to bed and finally went to sleep. It must have been about 4 am when I felt her slip into my bed and snuggle up against my back.
“I thought I heard a noise outside. I am afraid, Dad. Can I stay here for the night?”
I turned and pulled her against my side and stroked her back as I had done so many times years ago. She laid her head on my chest and snuggled closer. I could feel her soft breasts against my bare chest. My arousal was involuntary as the bulge began to grow under the sheet. Her hand was stroking my chest as she relaxed against me.
“I feel so safe in your arms, Dad.” She whispered, not knowing the effect that she was having on me.
I didn’t get much sleep for the rest of that night. I tried to understand and justify these feelings that I was having for my own daughter. It had been a long time since had felt a woman’s body against mine.
The following days were busy with legal matters as my bastard son in law was prosecuted for abuse. No punishment would have been bad enough for what he had put Katie through. She had moved her clothing into her old bedroom and stored her furniture until the divorce could be settled.
Katie told me of the horrors of her marriage to this controlling, abusive man. She had been ashamed to tell anyone and had worn dark glasses and long sleeves to cover the bruises. It broke my heart to hear these painful stories.
Although he was locked up, she continued to have nightmares and frequently came to my bed seeking the safety and security in my arms. She didn’t realize the effect that she had on me. I resisted the urge to take her and show her what a real man could do for her.
Then came the unforgettable night. I was lying in bed reading a novel. While it wasn’t porn, there were some tasteful love scenes. You know the kind where there is real love involved and tender love happens spontaneously. As if she knew what I was thinking, Katie came into my room wearing her sexiest nightie and crawled into my bed. As usual she snuggled close and laid her head on my chest. Her hand stroked my bare chest under the sheet. The bedside lamp was enough to make the tent that my manhood made under the sheet clearly visible. Her hand moved down and softly touched the tent causing me to jerk and turn away.
