The Sic Day

A long time coming, for which I offer apologies, this fourth chapter completes The Sick Day series. New readers may wish to check out the earlier stories, all of which are no more than a page in length for characterisation and plot.

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What a difference a good night's sleep can make. George Foley awoke the following morning with the fever in remission and little more than a light tickle in the back of his throat. No doubt a strong cup of tea and a hearty breakfast would put paid to the last of the lingering symptoms. Immediately his thoughts turned to stepdaughter Lucy, the subject of each and every dream throughout a night of intense fantasy. Yes, he feeling much better.

Sadly, the same could not be said of the girl on his mind, a hacking cough permeating the closed door of her bedroom. Met on the landing by son Josh, awkward glances were exchanged, both harbouring guilty thoughts of Lucy. Statuesque in a sports vest and shorts, Josh was every young girl's dream. George, on the other hand, looked all his forty years and more in a drab dressing gown. The older man sighed, knowing full well he couldn't compete looks-wise for Lucy's affections or match his son's tanned athleticism. "Lucy sounds in a poor way. Maybe I should stay home today..." Josh began.

"No, no," George dismissed. "You go out and enjoy yourself. I'm still a little under the weather myself. Boss isn't expecting me in till next week."

To add credence to the claim George forced a cough.

"You sure?" enquired Josh, eyes slanting.

"Yes, I'm sure," replied his father persuasively. "No point two of us wasting our days."

Josh nodded. "I'll probably be out a while."

George rubbed his hands with glee as Josh hit the stairs. He had Lucy all to himself. "Enjoy yourself, son."

"You too, dad."

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A cuppa brewing on the side, he conveyed a steaming glass of Lemsip to Lucy's room. A knock on the door and he pushed inside with a shoulder. Lucy looked like he had the previous day: weak and feverish, her pretty body ravaged. Creeping up close George issued a paternal pursed lip look of concern as Lucy acknowledged his presence with a sigh. Extending a hand he touched a clammy brow that felt like a hot water bottle. "I've brought you a Lemsip, darling."

"Thanks dad," she wheezed, the words an effort.

The bed covers down by her waist, George's eyes focused almost subconsciously on her breasts. Having sweated profusely throughout a night peppered with weird dreams and staccato sleep, Lucy's ample boobs were stuck to the snug-fitting white t-shirt. The glazed material almost transparent, two purplish-brown areolae were clearly visible. Struggling to fight these illicit thoughts, he couldn't help but imagine what her panties were like: similar, tight and stuck to her young pussy no doubt. Mmmmmmm.

Blowing hard, George had to stem the urge to draw back the sheets and find out for himself. Instead he pirouetted and exited the bedroom before the thought could fester in his messed-up brain.

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A lazy day, with nothing better to do, George sat in the lounge ingesting daytime TV and trying to stop his mind wandering off on a tangent. An hour of mental anguish later, he found himself climbing the stairs once more. Suddenly his pace quickened on account of a frightened scream emanating from Lucy's room. In her fevered delirium, Lucy had woken sharply from a nasty nightmare.

George burst in and stood at her side offering words of comfort. Lucy sat up, pressing her cheek to his midriff and clinging on for dear life. Still in his dressing gown, open at the front, her tears brushed the wisp of hairs around his navel. "Oh daddy, don't leave me," she begged.

Her cheeks were ruddy with fever, eyes sunken, lips cracked, nose runny and hair matted – yet despite everything she still looked like a precious little angel. "Please daddy," she reiterated, tiny hand slipping inside his.

What a choice: watching warring and freakish families on a Springer-esque cloned excuse for entertainment or stay with his ailing stepdaughter? It was a no-brainer. As Lucy uncoiled, her panda eyes appealed. Turning on to her side, she slipped a thumb between her lips like she'd done as the cute little infant he'd first known. His head in turmoil, George slid in beneath the covers.

Her single bed a tight squeeze, close bodily contact was unavoidable. Lucy adjusted so that her stepfather's body spooned hers. Her legs snaked over his, a delightfully soft bum pressed to his groin and her head nestled beneath his chin. George stroked her side through the damp t-shirt, concentrating on the small area between breast and hip, before allowing his arm to loop across her belly, tucking his hand beneath.

Lucy sighed wistfully, feeling safer than she'd ever felt before. When George pursed his lips to plant a soft kiss behind her ear-lobe she almost cried at the tenderness and overwhelming show of affection. She couldn't have hoped for a better guardian after the death of her mother.

The pair lay for an inestimable amount of time, both drifting in and out of contented sleep. Occasionally George would reflex his hand to caress Lucy's underside through the t-shirt, eliciting light purrs. And then sleep would intervene once more.

Waking for the umpteenth time from a light slumber, once more George had to convince himself it wasn't a dream. He really was in bed with his precious stepdaughter. Wracked with indecision, he went to slip out of the bed only to hear Lucy mew like an upset kitten. As he attained a comfortable position, Lucy moulded her body back into his and lowered so that his hand was just beneath her bosom.

He lifted a finger and it hovered momentarily before tracing a line across the underside of Lucy's near breast. Her breath quickened but no hint of objection was forthcoming, the line between paternal concern and sexual activity close to being crossed. There was no blood tie between them, he had to keep convincing himself, yet this was a girl he'd raised as his own since she was a babe in arms. He had to confess, somewhat guiltily that he'd even grown to love her more than his flesh-and-blood son. Had there been the slightest objection from Lucy he'd have stopped immediately, his love for the girl far outweighing any primal desire.

Instead Lucy pushed her breast into his palm as if she craved more. George bent his fingers at the knuckle, cupping the soft orb gently whilst his thumb caressed the underside. He did worry that Lucy's fever was perhaps driving her to this blithe acceptance, yet with that shapely boob filling his hand it would have taken a herd of elephants to drag him from her bed.

As he squeezed a little harder, her breast compressed like a stress ball, and boy was this de-stressing. Lucy whimpered and he raised the thumb, hovering a hair's breadth above a nipple that had sprouted up attentively. Shifting position to press closer to her backside, his semi-hardness nestled in the soft recess, prompting Lucy to let out the first light groan of lust.

Crossing another line, George ran his thumb over the surface of Lucy's nipple, the groan growing elongated. He repeated the action half a dozen times, suddenly reminded of his late wife, Sarah, Lucy's mum who at times had been able to reach orgasm from nipple play alone. How he longed to place his hand between Lucy's legs to find out.

But no, not yet, too early he warned himself, satisfying his immediate lust with a volley of butterfly kisses to her soft neck as his spare hand caressed her blonde hair, fingernails raking the crown ever so lightly. Lucy adored that, arching her back to rub her arse over his crotch.

Hand smoothing up the expanse of young breast, George gave it a really hearty squeeze. Angling his thumb and forefinger, he clamped a teat that had inflated to gross proportions like it might explode at any moment. He compressed as if trying to revert the excited nipple to its original size before twisting. Lucy issued a pained-sounding squeal and he eased off, whispering in her ear: "Sorry honey."

"No, no, it's okay daddy," she whispered. "I think I just, um, oh daddy..."

Lucy did take after her mother, having cum without the slightest stimulation to her clit. George smiled broadly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes daddy...but I'm so hot."

Indeed she was, the heat from her body almost scorching. The fever, it seemed, had taken as firm a grip as her stepfather.

Letting out a huge contented sigh, Lucy rotated her limp body on to her back, staring straight up. Her innocent eyes gazed into George's. Remained on his side, he watched over his precious little girl. Craning, he went to kiss her forehead but Lucy had other ideas, elevating her head so that their lips brushed. "Kiss me daddy," she entreated, her lips parting to receive his.

This was no paternal kiss, their mouths open, tongues clashing, as George moved his hand up inside her t-shirt, gently caressing the flesh around the navel. "I want you to make me feel better, daddy," she pleaded between bouts of fervent French kissing.

On the next downward stroke George's hand continued past the elastic of her panties, another barrier broken both metaphysically and physically. By now however they'd gone too far to turn back. His palm rubbed the panty crotch, fiery like a furnace and damp with the arousal of anticipation and fevered perspiration. Lucy's body went into uncontrollable spasm. How was it possible to feel so bad yet so good all at the same time? In a way the sickness merely served to intensify the pleasure.

George squeezed lightly at the crotch, feeling the soft and moist cunt lips petal beneath the cotton. Maybe it was the fever but Lucy was wetter and juicier than either of the women he'd been married to, her cunt dripping. It was sensitive too, squirming to the lightest pressure. Extending the middle finger, he parted the lips, only the light knicker material preventing his eager digit from burying to the knuckle and beyond. Rotating the finger he pressed as far as the panties would allow. Lucy groaned throatily.

Lifting away, instinctively George sniffed, his fingers reeking of teen pussy. The back of her head buried firmly in the pillow, Lucy arched her back, plumping up her soft yet firm breasts, still stuck to the wet top. Taking hold, she rolled up the t-shirt until the bottom two half tits were teasingly exposed. Groaning to indicate her lack of strength, George was quick to help out, lifting it beyond to concertina at her neck. Finally the most gorgeous and shapely breasts it was possible to imagine were unveiled. The fever merely made them look perkier, pinker and more suckable than ever as they quivered with a mix of excitement and fear. Smitten, George could happily gaze upon them all day. "You are so beautiful, baby," he mouthed.

"Thank you daddy," she whispered.

"Can I suck them?"

"Oh yes please, daddy."

George moved slowly, savouring the moment, concentrating first upon the right nipple that, up to that point, had been starved of affection. Lucy relaxed, hands above her head tightly gripping the bed rail. Front teeth embedded in her bottom lip, she sighed as her stepfather sucked with relish, his lips pursed to form a vacuum. At the same time his tongue glided back and forth across the diamond hard nipple.

Lucy's body jerked as a hand lowered down her stomach, finding the band of her panties and sliding it inside. Instinctively George's middle finger teased at the slit, fitting in easily at first. At the knuckle, however, Lucy's cunt became ultra tight and he needed to exercise a little force to progress, his finger finding her maidenhead. Lucy gasped, her head swimming, thrashing from side to side like a prize catch.

As she went to scream with lust, George thrust his lips to hers, muffling all sound. Within moments their tongues were dancing once more as his finger pumped her pussy to the hymen and back.

Using all the strength left in her ravaged body, Lucy lifted her buttocks, the tight walls of her cunt gripping George's finger and trying to suck it in deeper. Her energy spent, Lucy relaxed to let her stepfather's father slide in and out expertly. "Oh dadddddddy," she groaned, cumming so hard she lost consciousness.

Satisfied for now, George eased aside, tasting and savouring the nectar on his finger before falling asleep next to his beautiful and serene stepdaughter.

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Lucy awoke to the sound of running water, the tightness in her throat tight like a garrotte. Her stepfather was gone, a big empty gap in the bed. Hauling herself up and out, she stumbled blindly to the bathroom. George was immersed in bubbles, lying back contentedly with his eyes shut.

Without a word Lucy climbed into the tub, fitting snugly between her stepfather's legs, her back pressed to his strong chest. "Mmm, this is just what I need, daddy."

George smiled, kissing her neck and sending a shiver through her bones. Hands submerging, he churned the block of soap, producing a fluffy cloud of lather. Lucy braced as his firm large hands went straight for her breasts, soaping purposefully. Reaching back she located her stepfather's cock, as hard as length of lead piping. Two strokes from her soft tiny hand and George had to brace and steal a breath, fearful of cumming.

Lucy swivelled breathlessly to face him, her body limp like a rag doll. Straddling her stepfather, she couldn't help but impale her sopping wet pussy on the blunt bulbous head of his impressive cock. "Dadddddddy," she groaned as the insistent erection glided in, stopped only when the hymen intervened.

Yet, without the strength to grip for support and, with the water on their bodies making the skin slippy, George was unable to offer support. A painful, albeit effective, way to lose her cherry, it was like pulling a tooth, short and sharp and bringing instant relief. Lucy yelped as her body plunged and the oblique head pierced her maidenhead. Both looked down to witness a swish of blood like sepia from a cuttlefish inseminate the bath water. The water's warmth was therapeutic also, soothing the soreness inside Lucy's loins.

Washing the soap from her breasts, immediately George feasted upon them as his cock eased back and forth in a slow, considerate rhythm. Lucy's cunt gripped as tight as a vice as she rocked back and forth, hardly able to believe this was happening, and so happy it was her stepfather and not the sweet yet clumsy and inexperienced Josh that was taking her precious virginity. It was all she imagined it would be like, and more.

Lifting his foot, George pulled out the plug, the water level waning around them. Standing as Lucy held on tight, he perched on the edge of the bath, the girl clinging on like a baby koala. Steadying, George stepped out, cradling his precious little girl and laying a towel beneath her. Still wet, their bodies squelched as George positioned carefully on top of his daughter.

Their lips brushed as he manoeuvred to slot the tip of a rampant cock into the entrance of his stepdaughter's gorgeous pink young pussy. Knowing that he was the first, the only, conferred upon George such a buzz and his cock seemed to inflate to monster proportions. "Oh daddyyyyyyy," Lucy wailed as her cunt stretched to receive an ample appendage that was perfect for a girl's first forays into sex.

Careful not to hurt her this time, George squeezed in inch by inch, stealing lungfuls of air, his tongue touching hers in a pulse of electric, his hands moulding her breasts. Lucy exhaled as the hard cock worked its way ever deeper until it was fully embedded in the tight wet crevice, their middles locked. George heaved another breath, marvelling at the fit, his cock gripped by the snuggest pussy it was possible to imagine.

As he drew back, shaft emerging like a sword from a holster, Lucy shut her eyes as an elongated groan vibrated her lips. A series of short stabs made her squeal with pleasure as her stepfather's cock found depths unexplored by her fingers and opening up a whole new world of delight. In the throes of ecstasy the fever was all but forgotten, usurped by lust.

Building to a steady rhythmic pace and pumping a little more purposefully, George felt the first stirrings in his loins, the years of loneliness about to be despatched in an earth shattering orgasm. Faster he thrust, buttocks bouncing between Lucy's thighs. Her knees raised and she locked her feet at the back of his knees as she took the pounding of her young life. Each pulsing vein sent spasms through her tummy and to each nerve end. "Oh I'm sooooooo close," she enthused, clamping her thighs.

George could hold back no longer, his head swimming as the load shot from the eye with harpoon-like precision. He filled Lucy's pussy was so much seed it almost pushed his cock out. The moment he came Lucy did too, the synchronicity uncanny and a precursor to future years of delicious lovemaking between the pair. Lucy lost consciousness for a few seconds, the orgasm like an electric shock.

George made to roll aside but Lucy gripped tight, utilising every last ounce of strength in her fever-wracked body to hold her stepfather's cock inside. George smiled, consenting to her wish and they lay conjoined at the middle for minutes until finally the erection subsided and slid from the slippery slit.

Lifting her up in his arms George conveyed Lucy to her sickbed. A light kiss on the brow, he lifted the covers to enshroud his precious little girl, her tiny hand slipping from his. She was every stepfather's dream.