Hi folks.
I pointed a colleague in the direction of Literotica and he fairly soon told me a story about him and his daughter 'which could have turned interesting'. Jackie and Brenda have read this but Dad didn't want to before publication and Kim can't read yet.
Hopefully I have added enough to it to make it interesting for Literotica readers.
H.
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With a jolt I looked at the big red LED's of the clock; 02.34 and started closing my eyes as the phone rang again. For a second time I looked at the clock; still 02.34. The phone rang a third time and I realised the phone was ringing. Still laying there I removed my hand from my cock and waited for the fourth and fifth ring before convincing myself that the phone was ringing and I needed to shift myself to answer it. Stumbling out of bed I followed the sound of the sixth ring to find my trousers, seventh ring led me to the right pocket then silence...
"Good," I mumbled to no-one, dropped the trousers back on the chair and fell back onto the bed, my eyes closed.
With a jolt I looked at the clock; 02.34 as the phone rang for a second time I dropped one foot to the floor, the third ring and my hand touched the floor as I rolled over. Ring four... I started thinking at five there must be a problem. Stepping over the duvet which had fallen, I grabbed my trousers, pulled out my phone and swiped across the illuminated face as the bright red LED clock changed to 02.35.
I awoke suddenly as I heard "Daddy, Daddy help me!"
"What? Ah? What's happened? Where are you?"
"Hugh hit me and I pushed him down the stairs."
"Where is he now?"
"He shouted at me and went."
I clicked on hands free and dropped the phone on the bed, "Went where?" picking up my trousers.
"He drove away very fast, Daddy I'm scared he's going to come back and do it again."
Half running and half falling I landed at the bottom of the stairs with the phone in one hand, grabbed my keys in the other and tripped my way out of the door while slipping into some blue canvas shoes. My T-shirt was inside out.
Realising the van was at the front of the drive I returned for the van keys, slammed the door shut behind me and drove the three miles to Jackie's flat, a place I hadn't been welcomed for two years.
One of the gate posts, complete with bent gate was lying on the footpath and the front door was wide open. I left the van at some obscure angle with one wheel on the pavement and the engine running, went inside to find Jackie, my little girl who I'd not seen for eighteen months. Jackie was sitting on the top stair crying with a massive blood stain on the side of her head and right down one side of her skirt and jumper which was nearly ripped right open with her breasts exposed. There was a blood smear from the light switch down to floor level where she had fallen.
Running up the stairs two at a time, I was beside her in no time checking the injuries and 'oh my god', untying her hands. Grabbing a couple of pillowcases from the airing cupboard I created a pad against her head. I stuffed another pillowcase with some of her clothes and by 0319 we were back at mine.
I cleaned Jackie's wound to find it was fairly superficial, then without any sort of thought I removed her clothes, dressed her in a massive T-shirt of mine and placed her in the only bed in the flat. She curled into a foetal position and I climbed into bed beside her, dragging the duvet across us both, by which time she was asleep. Glancing at the clock, it changed to 03.34, 'exactly an hour' I thought. I remember seeing the clock change to 04.34 before being rudely awoken at 10.17 by the dustbin lorry.
I had a piss, made two mugs of tea and snuggled back in bed with my daughter, the top of her head against my chest and her knees at the front on my hips. My left hand was between her shoulder blades and the right on her waist. 10.29, I should have been at work two hours ago but tough shit; today my little girl is more important, thinking of which I gave her a bigger hug, bringing my knees to her feet...
'How could anyone do this to my daughter' was running through my mind. What was also running through my mind was: this is my daughter and I was getting turned on.
"Morning Dad." She uncurled and stretched out, sucked at the bad taste in her mouth a couple of times and yawned. The stretch and yawn ended with an "Erhaaaa." sound.
"Morning Honey, how you feelin'?"
"Good... Thanks Dad."
"What for?"
"For being there for me, for being here." She turned and her hand landed directly on my erection, "Oh Dad, is that because of me?"
"Mmm." Looking at the clock I saw the two mugs, "Tea?"
"Yeah, but first I need the loo." Jackie pulled at the duvet and stood, the big T-shirt was creased up above her bottom, giving me a delightful view of her arse as she walked away, and my old John Thomas stood right to attention making the duvet into a tent.
"Is that really for me?" were the opening words as she returned to bed and slid in beside me, grabbing my erection.
"Easy girl, that's not a toy you should be playing with."
"Sorry, where's that Tea?" She moved her hand to take the mug I passed her and leaning back against the headboard I started drinking from the other. "Dad you always make the best cuppa." She'd drunk her tea then she passed the mug to me, "Thanks." Then snuggled her head onto the front of my shoulder and hand on my belly, "This is getting big."
"Yeah I know it's all that sitting at a desk, there's too much dammed paperwork in carpentry these days."
"This is getting big again too."
"That's still not your toy missy."
We stayed in that position for the best part of an hour talking about the previous night and what had led up to it. It turns out her boyfriend is a real kinky bastard and she described in a fair amount of detail some of the things he had expected her to do 'in bed'.
"So what went wrong last night?"
