The doctor is talking. I can see her mouth moving, but I don't hear any words. My ears are ringing and I feel dizzy. The word "pregnant" is echoing in my head. How could I have let this happen??
***
It all started the first week of summer break when my daughter, Sadie, came home from boarding school.
Sacred Heart had been my wife's idea. An all girl's preparatory school, where Sadie could really focus on her academics in hopes of attending an Ivy League school in the fall. It had worked, and Sadie had been accepted to three schools, and had chosen Cornell as her destination. I was exceedingly proud, as I knew her mother, now in Heaven, also was. We'd lost her to a drunk driver two years prior. I think of her every day, and miss her more than I can express. I hadn't dated much since then. I just couldn't seem to connect with anyone.
Sadie came bounding down the stairs at 6am sharp. She had just turned 18 and was cute as hell. Her mother had been just 5'1", and while I'm a good foot and some inches taller, Sadie had currently maxed out at 4'10". She had her mother's straw blonde hair, which she kept in a shaggy bob style, and compact build, perfect for her love of gymnastics. She never really pursued it, though. Her eye was set on architecture. We were actually planning a trip to Europe for later that summer, to experience the architectural wonders abundant in that region... But she still would meet up with her friends when she was home, one of whom had a father that owned a gymnastics facility, and work like she was on the team. Not enough to be super muscley, just enough to be toned. That's where she was headed now, in her white tank and pink terry booty shorts that barely covered the bottom part of her bubble butt cheeks. But I knew better than to say anything. I just shook my head and grinned.
"Bye, Daddy! I'll be home in a few hours," she said as she heaved her black duffel bag over her shoulder. Her voice was that unique mix of husk and light. Sweet, girly, but with a breathy quality like she'd spent years consuming smoke and whiskey.
"Ahem. Aren't you forgetting something?" I teased as I picked up her car keys from the kitchen island and jangled them.
"Oh my gosh, Daddy! I swear sometimes, if my head weren't attached..." Her eyes flashed when she giggled. That was the one thing she got from me. Her eyes matched mine. Crystal blue with long dark lashes and thick brows, several shades darker than her hair. My hair was dark, so the brows matched, but on her, they stood out in the best way. Not overpowering her sweet, heart-shaped face, but just enough to lock you into her gaze. She was as stunning a young woman as I had ever seen, a perfect cross between Elle Fanning and Cameron Diaz, and I found myself wondering when that had happened.
I was shaken from my stupor when the front door closed on her way out. I swallowed the last gulp of coffee and grabbed my briefcase. I worked as a partner at a marketing firm, and had to go in to approve some materials for a big account. It was satisfying work. Paid very, very well. Sadie had wanted for nothing, and thanks to a really good financial manager, she never would. My wife had asked me a month before she died why I hadn't thought of retiring early, to spend more time at home with Sadie when she was there. But I was still young(ish) and I loved my work. I wish I would have known...
My thoughts soon turned to this evening. I'd promised to make Sadie her favorite burgers and spend the evening swimming with her in our pool. She was all I had, now. And she was everything to me.
Sure enough, that evening was perfect. We swam and talked, about school, about Europe, about anything. We are our fill of burgers while looking out over the valley from the patio. Then as the sun was setting, I lit the fire pit and we lounged on the chairs just watching the twilight emerge. She stood and came over to my chair, motioning for me to move over while she curled up next to me with her head on my chest. I lazily played with the hair while we saw the first starts twinkle into being.
"Daddy?" she half whispered, "I miss mom. I was doing ok until the graduation ceremony. When she wasn't there..." her voice trailed off.
"I know, Sadie-bug. But you know she's proud of you. She wouldn't want us to be sad." My words sat like a stone in my chest. "I miss her, too." Gazing upward, holding each other tightly, we dozed off.
****
I was having the hottest dream. My wife and I were tangling like animals on our bed. Her skin was so soft, and her mouth so sweet. I held her arms above her head as I mercilessly drilled into her. I devoured her lips and she cried out in passion. I lifted up and she deftly rolled over and stuck her ass in the air.
"C'mon, Daddy," she purred, "fill me up with your hot Daddy cum... "
I sank my length into her and began to slowly thrust, milking every second out of this exquisite torture. I was almost there. Suddenly from the deep recesses of my mind I became aware that I should stop. But I was so close! But something was wrong... my sleep addled brain began to be aware that I wasn't with my wife. We weren't in our bed. Where the fuck was I? But it was too late, I was too close. Something soft and smooth rubbed against the head of my cock. I grabbed onto whatever it was and thrust hard. As the first pulse of my orgasm exploded, my mind snapped into total consciousness when I heard my daughter shriek.
"Daddy! Stop!" but what could I do? I was already cumming. So, I just held her tight until it was over. We had shifted while we slept so that I was now spooning my baby girl and had her locked in a bear hug. I had humped her bikini bottoms down, so my shaft was wedged between her butt cheeks. The head of my cock, which had worked itself loose out the top of my waistband, spewed forth stream after stream. I had just coated my sweet baby's ass and lower back with cum. It had been mere seconds, but that was enough. I released her and she shot up, glaring down at me with a look I couldn't quite interpret.
"Sadie, I ... "She didn't wait to hear the rest. She ran inside, leaving me with my twitching dick, and feeling like the worst person alive.
I got up and went to bed. I tried to sleep. I told myself it was perfectly natural to have wet dreams. That this was an accident. That there were cultures where this kind of thing was totally acceptable, and this was different because it was just an accident. It WAS an accident. I laid there for an hour just staring at the clock, trying to think of what to say to her in the morning, how to apologize.
Then the door creaked open.
"Daddy?" she whispered. "Are you awake?"
"Yes, Princess. I am. Come in."
I flicked on the side table lamp as she entered, standing barely at the entrance of the door. She was wearing an old, too big T-shirt and flannel pajama pants. Somehow she looked even sexier in this ... Stop it! I chided myself. As if she was reading my thoughts, she blushed, avoiding making eye contact as she fiddled with her fingers.
"What happened out there, Daddy? Why did you do that?"
"I am SO sorry, Baby. I was dreaming about your mother, and I just ... "I faltered. "It was an accident. Sometimes men have dreams about sex, and it makes them ... release" I could tell I was grimacing. God this was awful.
"A wet dream? That's what it's called, right?"
"Um, yes ... Wait, how do you know that?"
"Dad." She rolled her eyes. "Just because I went to an all girl's school doesn't mean I don't know things. And mom did talk to me about boys and ... All that stuff."
"Oh ... well sure... that's good ... "I sat staring at her. She finally looked up at me. I stood and walked over to her. She let me put a hand on her shoulder.
"I would never hurt you. Never. I will do anything to prove it to you. This will never happen again, I swear!"
