It had been a miserable day, burying my ex wife, Caroline. Our daughter, Jeanne, was distraught at losing her mother. Jeanne had to come home from college to attend the funeral. She had intended to stay with her mom's wife, Diane, but could not handle being at that house, so she moved over to stay with me.
After the reception at Diane's we returned to the house. I poured a drink and sat on the balcony watching the sun set in the Pacific Ocean. Jeanne had said she had a headache and went to lie down.
My wife had left me for Diane, but we remained good friends. Her death in a car crash had been a shock and we were all a little unsteady.
About an hour later, and probably three drinks, Jeanne came and joined me on the back balcony. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, had been crying more. She had been inconsolable the first couple of nights and a doctor friend had prescribed something to make her sleep.
Jeanne was the twin of her mother at 20. Long legs, long brunette hair, slim build, nice 34C tits. She had a short robe on when she joined me on the couch. The sun had disappeared below the horizon and the sky was lit with nautical twilight. Jeanne snuggled up to me, I wrapped an arm around her holding her gently.
We sat quietly for a while. Her sobbing softly into my chest. Stopping and starting.
"Daddy will it ever stop hurting?"
"I don't know baby, I know it does now. But, like when your grandmother died, it gets easier, the good memories keep her alive."
She nodded and put her head back on my chest as I stroked her hair. I think she actually nodded off a bit as she seemed to wake with a start.
Looking up, "Daddy, I think I am going to try to sleep." She got up from the couch.
Leaning over she kissed me on the cheek, "I love you Daddy. You can't leave me, I need you."
"I'm not going anywhere princess, I will be here to take care of you."
She nodded with sad eyes, "We only have each other now." Jeanne squeezed my hand and disappeared in the house.
The scotch kicked in with me and I wandered off to bed, sliding naked between the sheets as I usually do. My sleep fitful as I tossed between sleep and semi awake.
I figured out later it was about 4 AM when I felt the bed shake.
"Dad?"
Groggy I answered, "Yes baby."
"Hold me. I'm scared."
She slid under the covers with me. Fuck, I'm naked, Hope she doesn't get too close.
Cuddling next to me I could feel the silky robe she had on earlier. Her head lay on my shoulder, her body against my arm. She lifted my arm to cuddle up closer to me. I hugged her, feeling her warmth through her robe.
She purred contently as she nestled up to me. I could feel her warm breath on my chest. As she snuggled closer, I could feel her legs touching mine.
"This feels nice Daddy, thank you."
"It does baby," I said as I hugged her.
