Brad moves to a small town only to quickly get caught up in its corruption.
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Brad the Dad Part 1
My name is Brad. I’m 42, long-time single, and I just moved for a job. The job didn’t make me move, but I wanted a change of scenery to help me better do my job. I moved to a small town where it would be quiet. This particular little and very rural town relied on its shower ring factory. You know, those little things that hold up your shower curtain. Anyways, I wanted to become more familiar with the workings of a manufacturer as I was a dropshipper, a freelance worker that utilizes the internet to help manufacturers sell products. I wanted to better understand them, so that I could more easily convince them to do work with me. That factory was this town’s only claim to fame and its biggest employer.
I remember that it was a hot day when I moved in. It was 96, but the humidity made it feel like 100. I was taking a break on the porch, enjoying a beer. I had turned on the A/C, but it wasn’t a very good one. I had ordered one online to replace it. The view was not great, but it was the nicest place in town. It needed some TLC, but my view was a tree-filled trailer park. Most of the trailers looked like they hadn’t moved in many years. The one house next to me was abandoned and dilapidated. On the left, a thin pine forest. So far, nice and quiet. I had had a nice lunch and was taking a long break. I had smoked a few cigarettes and was almost done with my beer when I heard crying. It sounded weird and I soon found out why as I saw a young girl running and crying. She was a bit husky, but looked pretty young. Before you start getting the wrong idea, I was not into young girls at the time. I had a thing for my mother when I was budding, but it was just a phase. I had a crush on a 16-year-old once until I found out that she wasn’t an adult. She sure acted like one, though.
I didn’t get a good look at her as she ran into the abandoned house. She had long, slightly wavy, sandy blonde hair and I was surprised at how big her tits were. I didn’t think much of it and stood as I took the last swig of my beer. I turned to head into the house when I heard her scream. I looked over at the abandoned house in time to hear her scream again. I dropped the empty bottle and ran over. I heard her scream once more as I could see the hole in the plywood covering the door that she must’ve crawled through. I’m pretty skinny, so I had no trouble fitting through. It smelled musty, with a hint of rat shit, and it was pretty dark, but there was enough sun peeking through holes in the plywood covering the windows to see. “Hello?” I tentatively called out.
As my vision acclimated further, I could see there was a lot of evidence of vagrancy from squatters. I walked down the hallway after checking the front rooms. The kitchen was well boarded up and I had to assume she wasn’t in there. It was a small, one bedroom house like mine, and after checking the bathroom, all that was left was the bedroom. It was at this point that I could hear sobbing from behind the door. I didn’t know what to expect, so I thrust the door open. I heard a sniffle as I looked inside. The bed was upturned, the mattress leaning against the wall. This room was cleaner. “Hello? Are you okay?”
I heard another sniffle and some light sobbing and quickly realized that she was behind the mattress. I walked over slowly and crouched in front of the opening. “Hey,” I began softly. I could see her toes and the front of her sandals, but the rest of her was in darkness. “Are you okay? I heard you screaming.”
I heard a loud sniffle. “I’m sorry if I bothered you.” Her tone was not sarcastic, but genuine.
“It was no bother, but I was worried you might be hurt.”
I heard a sniffle and a sob, “I’m okay.” she said, but it couldn’t have sounded any more pathetic.
“Look, it’s obvious you’re hurting on the inside, and there’s no reason for you to be in such a dirty place. There could be needles in here. Don’t you have a home to go to?”
“Yeah, but my momma’s not home.”
“What? Don’t you have a key?”
“I lost it, and momma said she’s teaching me a lesson since I keep losing it.”
I felt bad for her. “Well, when is she going to be back?”
I heard a strong sniffle and that crinkly noise your nose makes when you rub it and it’s full of runny snot. “I don’t know.”
That was not the answer I was expecting. “Surely, she’s bound to be home some time.”
“She hasn’t been home in two days.”
My heart sank and my brain screamed, ‘What the fuck!’. I was at a loss. I knew small towns have different ways, but this seemed a bit extreme. It could get pretty cold at night, even during the summer. “Where have you been staying?” I asked, but I only heard more sniffles and light sobbing. I could only assume that she had been staying here and was too ashamed to admit it. My heart strings were being ripped out of place. “Are you hungry?”
“Uh-huh.” She sounded even more pathetic than before.
I felt I had no choice but to help this child. “I promise I won’t hurt you, okay? I just moved in next door. Why don’t you come have a sandwich and a soda?”
“Really? Can I?” she asked as I heard some shuffling. Her feet disappeared and her hands and face came into view. It was dim, but she looked so vulnerable and she was pretty cute. Her face was not as husky as her body. Her big doe-eyes sucked me in further. I pushed those thoughts aside.
“Yeah, sure. Come on.” I said, putting my hand out to help her out. She had on faded pink sweatpants and a dingy, white T-shirt that hugged her shoulders and bared her belly a little, but otherwise it fit loosely with several moth holes and the collar was deformed. “I’m Brad, by the way.” I said as I led the way.
“My name is Stephanie.” she said simply.
She wasn’t much of a talker, at least not yet. We crawled through the hole and got blinded by the sun. She didn’t say anything as we walked around the yard fence and into mine, but I could hear her scuffling her feet. I held the door for her and looked around to see if anyone had seen us. I had no ill-intent, but she was young, and I know people assume the worst. Still, I felt a weird pang of guilt as I shut the door. She had stopped a few paces in and was looking at all of the boxes. I got my first real good look at her. What I thought was smeared makeup from crying was really the tears cleaning her dirty face as they fell. Her hair was greasy and in the early stages of napping. Her clothes weren’t that dirty, but there were pit stains on her shirt, and there was a quarter-sized hole on her butt which told me that she didn’t have panties on; unless she was wearing a thong. She was tall, easily passing for 14, but I could see the immaturity in her hazel eyes.
When she turned to look at me, I spoke. “Not to sound rude, but when is the last time you had a bath?” She just shrugged her shoulders. My posture sank with a sigh. This poor kid, I thought. I was beginning to grow a distaste for this girl’s mother. “Let me see if I can find a towel or two and you can take a bath or shower, whatever you like. Afterwards, you can have a sandwich and a soda, okay?” She gave me a courteous smile with a nod, holding her hands together in a funny way. I was careful with my packing, and I knew that towels would be in a box in the bathroom. She quietly followed me there and into the bathroom. I had several boxes that didn’t belong in here, just so they were out of the way, and so I began to inspect the corners where I had marked them. I was not paying attention to what she was doing. I had to move a couple of boxes and opened the box to get her a couple of towels.
When I turned around, I felt like a deer in headlights. It felt like a whole minute, but I only looked long enough to see her full nudity and the blank look on her face as though nothing was wrong with this scene. I’m not sure what shocked me more; the fact that she was naked, or the fact that I felt a twinge in my groin. When my senses came to, I shoved the folded towels over my eyes. “Whoa, kiddo. Uh, you should, uh get into the tub and close the curtain.”
“Why?”
How did this kid not know it was bad for a stranger to see her naked? Especially a man. “You know, so you can, uh, have your privacy.”
“What is that?”
“Well, it’s, uh, improper for others to see you naked at your age. I should leave so you can be alone and have privacy while you bathe.”
“Okay.” she said, and I soon heard the curtain close.
“All right. These towels will be on this rod over here.”
“Can you turn the water on for me?”
I stopped in my tracks. “Don’t you know how?”
“Yeah, but my momma says that I never get it right.”
This mother was some piece of work. I sighed. “Okay, but I promise I won’t peek, okay?” There was no response. I walked over to the faucet end and pushed the curtain so it blocked my view of her, but allowed me to see the faucet. I wasn’t paying attention to the fact that it was now in front of the shower head. When I turned on the water, I immediately regretted it. “Aah.” I said reflexively as the cold water splashed off of the curtain into my face and ran along my arm. I heard her giggle as I fixed the problem and found a good temperature for her. “All right, there you go, Stephanie. Make sure you wash up good. I would wash your hair twice if I were you.” I said, looking at her dirty clothes. “Oh, and hey, I was going to wash your clothes. I have some shirts and gym shorts that should fit you. Is that okay with you?”
“Uh, sure.”
“Okay. Take as long as you like.”
I shook my head as I left. How does a teenager not know what privacy is? I put her load in the wash along with yesterday’s outfit and that was when I got confirmation as to the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. I went and found her some clothes, telling her through the door that they were right outside of it. I then went to start on her sandwich. I was making it a double-decker and was about to put some mayo on it when I heard her scream again. What now? I ran to the door and could hear the shower still running. I opened the door just a little, my gaze at the ground. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”
“The soap is in my eyes and it burns. Get it out!”
I froze for a second, not sure if I should just rush in and help, but then I could hear her sobbing. Shit, I thought. “Okay, I want you to sit down nice and slow and then cover yourself. I’m coming in now.” I hurriedly walked over and pulled open the curtain. She was sitting all right, but she was holding her arms over her head. Her young breasts jiggled as she sobbed, making such a sour face, eyes scrunched closed. I sighed and shook my head to keep from laughing. I guess I wasn’t specific enough with my instructions. I grabbed the shower head and pulled it over to her, kneeling beside the tub and doing my best not to look at her tits. “Okay now. I want you to relax your eyes, but keep them closed while I run the water over your face, okay?” She sobbed and nodded her head. I put my free hand over her nose to keep the water from going over her nostrils and mouth and aimed the water at her forehead. She struggled to do what I said. “It’s okay. Let the water run into your eyes and wash it out.” She quickly calmed down as the water did its trick. She rubbed her eyes for a while. “Is that better?”
“Mm-hmm.” she said, still sobbing a bit.
I couldn’t help but think that this child didn’t know how to wash herself. She looked cleaner, but her feet were still dark. I sighed as I looked at her face. Eyes red with irritation, pure pathetic sadness. “Do you need some help?”
She looked up at me still frowning, “Uh-huh.”
“How come you don’t know how to wash properly?”
“Momma says we have to save water and shower together and she washes me because she says that I don’t do it right anyhow.”
What the actual fuck?, my brain asked. How could her story get any more pathetic? “Okay then. Let’s run you a bath, shall we?” I saw a smile and got up to put the shower head back and flip the switch. I twisted the drain closed and the tub began to fill. That was when I noticed the bulge in my shorts. My mind freaked. It’s true, I had not been with a woman for almost a year, but this girl was too young, no matter how developed her body looked. I silently chided myself and went over to the box with the towels to get a washcloth. I didn’t wait for the water to fill the tub before I began washing her. If my cock was going to betray me, then I wanted to get this over with. I had her move her hair and I started with her back.
“Where did you move from?”
“I used to live in Florida.”
“Is that another country?”
“No, it’s a state not far from here.” She didn’t respond further, playing with the water with her hands. I grabbed her arm closest to me and washed it. “So, how old are you, Stephanie?”
She looked at me and got excited, “My birthday is next month. I’m gonna be 15.”
I almost froze. I had heard about young teens going through puberty, but I never imagined a fourteen-year-old could be this developed. Her tits were pointy, but they had to be almost a C cup. I gave up on averting my eyes as I continued to wash her. She was really dirty, and I was having to be thorough anyway. My god did her pussy look so good. I couldn’t believe I had the urge to taste it. She squirmed and giggled a lot when I washed along her puffy slit and I found myself staring at her ass. It was so bubbly and plump. That was when I noticed my cock throb at full erection. I shook my head and finished washing her body. She got a bit scared when it came time to wash her hair, but I assured her that I would be extra careful. She really enjoyed how I massaged her scalp, moaning the whole time with her eyes closed. I know I enjoy getting my hair washed at the salon. It shouldn’t have been erotic for me, but my cock strained more and more the further I touched this young girl. Was I really that desperate?
I told her it would be easier to rinse out her hair with the shower head. She wouldn’t open her eyes and so I helped her up and started escorting her to the front of the shower. She slipped and I had to catch her. One arm went around her back, the other around her front with my hand landing square on her breast. I couldn’t argue with how amazing it felt. “I’m sorry.” I said, removing my hand as soon as she had her balance.
“For what?”
“Didn’t your mother tell you that you shouldn’t let people touch your private parts?”
“Yeah, but she lets guys touch her private parts all the time.”
I turned the water on and stared back at her. Was there no privacy in her house at all? “Are there no doors in your house?”
“We live in a RV and the doors inside are broken so we just don’t use them.”
I shook my head as I grabbed the shower head and flipped the switch. I told her to tilt her head back as I rinsed out her hair. There was something sensual about having someone in such a vulnerable state under your power. I forced myself not to think of it further. “Okay, all done. How do you feel?”
She smiled as she wiped her eyes. “Thank you.” she said, quickly giving me a hug.
I gasped; more at the idea that she was naked, pressing her tits into my stomach as she had to bend slightly to reach over the tub, than at the fact that that was the first ‘thank you’ she had said. I patted her on the head. “Let me get the towel.”
She stood back up and I grabbed the towel, handing it to her. I watched as she fumbled trying to do something that I now realized that her mother must also do. I sighed with compassion and my inner ire for her mother grew. “Here, let me.” I took the towel and dried her off, starting with her hair.
“How come you’re so nice?”
“My parents taught me well, I guess.”
“I wish my momma was nice.”
“She doesn’t hit you, does she?”
“No, but she grabs me real hard sometimes.”
“I’m guessing she yells at you a lot, too.”
Her eyes looked so sad as she said, “Yeah, but she yells at her boyfriends a lot, too.” She said that as if it justified it.
I wanted to hug her, but she was still naked. “I’m really sorry to hear that, kiddo.” I had always wanted kids, but could never seem to find the right woman. I suddenly wanted to steal this kid away and show her the world. It was obvious the repression this child has suffered. Not just in education, but life experiences as well. I showed her how to wrap her hair in the towel and grabbed the other to dry off her body. Now that she was clean, she became even more beautiful, like the dirt was hiding the true shape of her face. She couldn’t stop smiling at me while I dried her. I wrapped the towel around her after helping her out of the tub. We then cleaned her ears and I told her that I would go finish making her sandwich while she got dressed.
When she came out, the shirt fit a bit snug, but she had the shorts pulled way up. I could see her little puffy mound outlined by all the creases in the fabric. I smirked at her and pulled them down a bit and tied the string for her. “Come sit down. I hope you like root beer.”
She smiled and sat at the table quickly digging into her sandwich. She was eating it so fast. “Whoa, kiddo. Not so fast. You’ll upset your stomach. I’ve got a treat for you if you can eat it nice and slow, okay?” She smiled with a bursting mouthful of food that made me giggle. She slowed down and I went to retrieve one of the candy bars I bought on the way here. When was the last time she ate? She wasn’t as fat as I had imagined earlier, but I could tell she wasn’t getting enough to eat. I don’t really cry very much, but I wanted to cry for this girl. I had had a nice childhood in a nice neighborhood and I struggled to comprehend this girl’s world. I questioned just how much I was going to help this girl. How far I would take it.
I managed to find one, and by the time I got back to her, she had finished the sandwich and was sucking out the last of the root beer. I wasn’t surprised. When she pulled the can away, I could see a splotch of mayo on the corner of her lip. I sighed inwardly. One of my go-to fantasies is a cumshot on the face with the mouth open. Needless to say, my cock twitched. I grabbed her a napkin and had her wipe her mouth. She was really excited to see the candy bar. “So, I have a lot more boxes to get out of the van, but I’m going to set you up with my laptop so you can watch some cartoons. Would you like that?”
She gave me a chocolate-y smile and nod. She hadn’t been very messy with the sandwich, but the candy was a different story. Kids will be kids. I smiled and began to set up the laptop on the coffee table. “So, do you have a favorite cartoon?”
“Umm, I don’t know.” she said, sitting on the couch.
I cringed as I turned to look at her, but her fingers were clean, and she was licking her lips. “Have you ever watched Looney Toons?” She shook her head. “Ah, well, I grew up on these and they’ve stood the test of time, so you’re in for a treat.” I had the entire collection and so I set up a long playlist and hit play. “Now, this will continue to play cartoons for a while. Please, make yourself at home. Would you like another soda?” She nodded her head, eyes glued to the screen.
I smiled at her as I got up and fetched her another soda before continuing moving in more boxes. She smiled at me every time I came into view. I know kids love TV, but there was a quietness to her. I never heard her really laugh out loud. I heard some giggling and she seemed to be enjoying watching it. It was almost five o’clock when I brought the last box in and closed up the moving van. I smoked a cigarette before heading inside. I grabbed a beer and sat down next to her. We smiled at each other and she snuggled up to me, forcing me to put my arm around her. She didn’t seem to care that I was all sweaty. After the current episode ended, I paused it. “I’m going to go take a shower and then I was thinking we’d go out to eat since all my stuff is packed up. First, we could go to a store to get you a new outfit. How does that sound?”
Her face lit up, “Really? Can we go to Carlson’s?”
“What is Carlson’s?”
“It’s, it’s a rest-err-aunt.”
“Well, sure. I’ll turn this back on and take a shower. Your clothes are in the dryer. I’ll be out shortly.”
She smiled and quickly turned her attention back to the cartoons. When I closed the bathroom door, I didn’t think to lock it. I’ve lived alone for a while and I really didn’t expect her to come in. I got the water running and removed my clothes. I was about to step in and remembered that I wanted to find my robe. I went digging into the towel box and I didn’t even hear her come in. I didn’t notice until I heard the toilet lid tap against the tank. She already had her shorts down and was sitting with her legs spread wide. She held up the shirt a bit so she could apparently watch herself pee. For some reason I didn’t scream or gasp or even flinch. My eyes did bug out and my hands scrambled to cover my penis. For several moments I tried to speak to her, but could only watch as her little golden stream came out of her puffy lips. I had never seen a female pee before and it was like watching a car crash; you just can’t turn away.
When she was done, she looked up at me. “Can you wipe it for me?”
I could feel my cock hardening in my hands and I swallowed hard. I walked carefully and knelt in front of her, grabbing some toilet paper. “You don’t have to cover yourself. I’ve seen lots of momma’s boyfriends’ pee-pees. Let me see yours.”
This was starting to concern me. “They don’t do anything with it to you, do they?”
“No, but they use it on my momma lots. C’mon, I wanna see.”
I don’t know what I was thinking, but I uncovered my half-hard penis. I then concentrated on wiping her pussy.
“It’s big.”
“Well, thank you, but you’re all clean now. Go watch some more cartoons.”
“Okay.” she said with a smile and ran off.
I rubbed my face with my hands. I couldn’t believe I had just shown a teenage girl my penis, and even worse than that, I was getting turned on by it. What is happening to me?
I struggled with the urge to jack off in the shower, but decided against it in case she came in again. Somehow, I had justified nudity, but I couldn’t allow her to witness a sexual act. I didn’t lock the door because, being from a place with no doors, she might freak out. I washed the important parts and rinsed off the rest and quickly got dressed. When I came out, she hadn’t gotten dressed. I sat next to her. “Do you want to get dressed?”
“Yeah, but I need help.”
Jeez, I thought, how many times am I going to see this kid naked? “Alright. Let me get your clothes.” When I got back, she was completely naked. I could only smile at her. I had never met anyone so open about nudity. I knelt in front of her, tearing my eyes away from her bald mound. I grabbed her pants and helped her one leg at a time. The bra was a bit more difficult and it forced me to touch her breasts to help tuck them in. “Would you like to check and see if your mother is home?” I asked as she put her shirt on.
“Do we have to?” Her lip pouted.
“Well, if she’s there, I’m sure she’s expecting you to be home by now. I wouldn’t want to worry her.”
“Okay.” She sounded so defeated.
I didn’t want to get involved in how her mother raises her, but I was going to make sure to help the kid have a happier life. Something told me that the girl needed a father figure, and I was going to do my best to fill that void, but the less her mother knew, the better. “Alright, kiddo, let’s go.”
We walked over to the trailer park only to discover that her mother hadn’t returned. She didn’t seem surprised or distraught; more like it was what she had expected. I helped her into the van and we got on our way to the store to get her an outfit. The town barely has 2,000 people, but since it’s along a state highway, it has a decent department store. It’s pretty big anyways. She was really happy to be in the store, soaking everything in like she had never been there before. It felt good to see that look on her face and the giddiness in her step. Her smile beamed even brighter. She got even more excited when we got to the girl’s clothing section. I stopped the cart and looked down at her smiling face. “Okay, now go and pick out a nice outfit you’d like to wear tonight. I’ll grab you some underwear and socks, okay?”
She smiled and ran around the cart to give me a hug and then ran off. I’ve done a lot of nice things for other people in my life, but this was one of the most rewarding. I grabbed some socks and underwear and realized that she might want a brush. When I found her, she had settled on a light sundress that was creamy yellow. It was a nice choice. We then looked for a new bra for her and then it was off to the dressing room. I should’ve seen it coming, but she asked for help with her bra. Luckily, the store was slow and I slipped in to help her. Again, she was completely naked. I helped her with her bra and panties and then stepped out. Then it was on to get her some new shoes. She really wanted a pair of Konverse and I said she could have them. Selling the house I moved from and buying a much cheaper one left me with a lot of loose change. I brushed her hair when we got into the van. She looked so pretty. She had become so vibrant. It was the first moment I noticed that I lust for her. She interrupted me as I was chiding myself.
“Are we going to Carlson’s now?”
“Yeah, looking it up on my phone now.”
“Yay!”
I was surprised to find that it was a bar & lounge, but it did accept minors. I didn’t want to disappoint her, so that’s where we went. It didn’t really have a family vibe, but we didn’t get any weird looks when we arrived. Even still, I chose an outside table for us as it was still pretty warm outside. I was happy to see that their menu was more than one page long. She ordered chicken tenders and a milkshake and I ventured to see how good their steaks were. She convinced me to get a milkshake, too, and even though the steak wasn’t amazing, the milkshake was. “Mmm, I see why you wanted to come here. These milkshakes are pretty incredible.”
“Momma says they make the ice cream here so it’s fresh.”
“Well, it certainly makes a difference. I was thinking, if your mother isn’t home on the way back, would you like to come over and watch a movie?”
“I hope my momma’s not home.”
I smiled at her, but sighed inwardly. Not only from how much she loathed going home, but also at how much that I hoped she wasn’t there either. We stopped at a gas station to fill up and so I could get some more beer and cigarettes. I picked up some popcorn and had her pick out some ice cream. She was elated that her mother wasn’t home and I told her we would check again after the movie. She reluctantly agreed.
Back on the couch, I realized that I hadn’t turned on the internet and I didn’t have a lot of movies on my laptop. No kid movies at least, but I told her to pick one while I popped some popcorn. When I came back to the couch, she had chosen a scary movie that I knew had a pretty racy sex scene. “Are you sure? That’s a scary movie.”
“Please.” she begged.
“Okay, but if you get too scared we can watch something else, okay?”
She nodded and sat back on the couch. “Is it okay if I get more comfortable?”
“Yeah, go ahead.” I said as I leaned forward and started the movie. When I leaned back, she had pulled the top of her dress down and was struggling to remove her bra. I knew I should’ve been surprised, and I probably should’ve asked to help, but I just helped her anyway. I watched her fold the bra and set it on the coffee table before pulling her dress back up. I was happy to see that. That she would care for the things that I bought her. She took no time to snuggle up to me, this time putting her leg up over me right along my crotch. She rested her head on my chest. I’m one of those guys that likes to cuddle and I knew I should’ve repositioned her leg. I think I got distracted by the movie as it was already at the sex scene. I expected a million questions, but then remembered what she had said earlier and has probably seen sex several times in real life. As I looked down at her, I noticed that her dress had ridden up, baring her ass. I don’t know what came over me, but I thought I would test to see how much she has been touched wrongly. My arm was trapped under her and so I brought it out and around her, resting my hand on her butt cheek. She squirmed and then snuggled harder into me, making no indication that my hand there bothered her.
After a while, she shifted position, putting her head on my lap. I moved my hand to rest on her side and watched her pull up her dress to bare her ass again and moved my hand back to it. My cock had behaved until then but began to grow slowly. The thought of it bumping into her face made it grow faster. Something told me not to move and just see what happens. Before I could tell myself no, it reached her cheek. I held my breath as I waited to see how she would react. She shifted her head a bit more forward and rested her cheek on my hard-on. It throbbed and she did nothing. I couldn’t believe myself.
A little while later, I could tell she was asleep as she didn’t react to the jump scare in the movie. It even made me jump and I had seen this movie before. I didn’t have the heart to wake her up. I was content with letting her sleep here on the couch. She was probably crashing from all the sugar. I was ready for a cigarette. I gently moved her head and laid it on the couch. I paused the movie and slipped outside. I felt lost with the thoughts that swam through my mind that it took me a moment to hear her calling for me. I flicked my cigarette and hurried inside to find her crying, standing behind the couch. “Hey, Stephanie, what’s wrong?”
She ran to me and hugged me. “I—I thought you left me.” Her hug tightened around me.
I held her tight and my eyes began to tear up. “It’s okay. I would never leave you.” I said softly.
She looked up at me. “Never?”
I knelt down to be at eye level. “I promise. And better yet, you can come over here whenever you want. If you ever need anything, just let me know, okay?”
“Then… Can I sleep here tonight?”
I smiled at her, “Absolutely.”
“Yay!” she yelled, thrusting into me with a big hug. Her force and weight sent me onto my back and we laughed as we held each other for a while.
“So, would you like the couch or the bed?” She wrinkled her nose in confusion. “Which one would you like to sleep on?”
“Ummm, the couch.”
“Okay. Let me get you a pillow and blanket.” She hopped up and went and laid on the couch. When I returned, she had pulled off her dress and had only her panties and socks on. “You’re naked again?”
She giggled. “It’s more comfortable.”
I couldn’t argue with that as I prefer to sleep nude. I put the pillow under her head and draped the blanket over her. I petted her hair as I said, “Now, you get some sleep. If you can’t find me in the morning, just check the porch, okay?”
“Okay. Thank you, Brad.”
I smiled at her and kissed her on the forehead. “Good night.”
I went out for one more cigarette and realized just how tired I was. I went straight to the bedroom, stripped off my clothes, and soon fell asleep. I was awakened by her crying. Man, this girl cries way too much. I peeked an eye at my alarm clock and it was only 10:45. I sighed and slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes. I was expecting her to be coming to my room. I soon realized that the volume wasn’t changing. I pulled the sheet off of me and was glad to see that my cock was flaccid. I grabbed my robe, not tying the knot, and went to see what was wrong.
As I looked over the back of the couch, she was on her stomach facing the coffee table and the poor thing was crying in her sleep. Her face hardly contorted, but she would sob during her exhale. As I came around and sat on my haunches against the front of the couch, I could see her eyes working overtime behind her eyelids. It took several shoves and calls of her name for her to awaken. When she realized it was reality, she shot up, and like in iaijutsu, had her blanket off and was tackling me to the ground with a hug. Maybe I was tired and it happened slower than I imagined, but she was so spry. Of course, my robe opened and she now had it trapped under her thighs, her arms wrapped around my neck. Her young breasts were pressing into my collar bones. She was still sobbing lightly. “What happened?” I asked softly as I put my arms around her back.
“Oh, *sob*, it was terrible. Momma said you moved away and, and then, and then she, *sob*, she kicked me ouuuuuuut!” She held me tighter and sobbed much more loudly into my shoulder. The floor made it echo even harder into my ear.
“Shhhh. It’s okay,” I said, putting my hand up to her head, “It was just a nightmare.”
Her sobbing slowly began to subside and I just held her until it did. “Has your mother ever kicked you out before?” She sniffled really hard and I felt her nod her head. “I will never kick you out of this house. In fact, I’m going to hide a key in the back yard that you know the location of, so even if I’m not here, you can come in, okay?”
She raised her head a little bit to meet my gaze. “Really?”
“You deserve so much better than your mother provides, but she can’t know about this. You have to pretend that I’m a friend your age that you go and see, like one of your classmates or something.”
“But… I don’t have any friends.”
“What? How come?”
“They all pick on me and call me fat and ugly and poor. They call my momma even worse names, but that doesn’t bother me so much.”
I wiped some tears away for her. “I’m really sorry to hear that, kiddo. And you’re wrong, you know? You have a friend right here.”
“But—” she began to say, but didn’t finish.
“What is it, Stephanie?”
“I don’t want you to be my friend.”
“You don’t?” My face couldn’t have shown any more confusion.
“I want… W—will you be my daddy?”
You know that meme with the older lady that looks like she’s contemplating complex calculations? Yeah, that’s how I probably looked at that moment. I couldn’t tell you how I came to a conclusion. My thoughts came at me like streams of consciousness all at the same time creating a numbing incoherence. It forced me to just go with what I had thought about before. I was ready to fill that void. I finally managed a smile and said, “Of course.”
She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. “So, does that mean I can come sleep in your bed with you since I had a nightmare? Please.”
“That is something a daddy would do, huh?”
“Uh-huh.” I went to push her off to get up and she stopped me. “Will you carry me?”
After having a good workout from moving in, I felt confident. “Yeah, okay, sweetie. When I sit up, wrap your legs around me.” She was pretty heavy, and despite her good grapple, I had to hold my hands right on either side of her panties; you know, the gusset. She had no problem with this as I carried her back to the bedroom. My cock had behaved up until then, but now it was getting hard and was fully erect by the time I laid her down. It was hard not to get it to not brush against her leg as I did so. I pulled the sheet up and got in on my side. It was just a full size bed and I wanted to be courteous about my hard-on and laid down facing away from her.
“Daddy?”
That was going to take some time to get used to. “What is it?”
“Will you hold me?”
I let out a strong sigh. I had to at least put some shorts on. “Give me a second. I’ll be back.” I went to the bathroom and put on some shorts and laid back with her. By now my erection had gone down and she snuggled hard back into me. With our heads on the same pillow, she didn’t reach my crotch with her ass and I was grateful for that. I stroked her hair for a bit and then laid my hand on her upper arm and got more comfortable. As I drifted off, I felt her pull my hand under her arm and onto her breast, holding it there with her hand. I could feel my penis growing slowly as I fell asleep.
I awoke early the next morning and Stephanie was not in the bed anymore. I had both a raging morning wood and an extra full bladder that was causing me some discomfort. I’m a pretty hard sleeper. My focus went immediately to relieving my bladder. The bathroom light was off and when I turned it on, it blinded me, hurting my eyes. I followed the counter with my hand over to the toilet when I heard a sudden giggle. I painfully squinted my eyes to see that Stephanie’s mouth was inches from my hard cock. She was sitting on the toilet and in my surprise, I backed into some boxes, almost falling over. “I’m sorry, Stephanie. Are you okay?”
She giggled, “Uh-huh, but I need help.”
“Okay.” I said, but I was in pain so it came out very tensely. “Just… uhh, give me a minute.” I said as I assessed the situation quickly. This was the only bathroom, so it was either the sink or the shower. I sometimes pee while taking a shower, so in the tub I went. I did my best to hide what I was doing, but I had to face her to face the drain and wrestled with my hard-on to get it to go down.
“What are you doing?”
I was trying to bend my penis, causing a bit of pain so that it would go down. Knowing that Stephanie was watching wasn’t helping. “Well, I have to pee, and when it’s hard like this, I can’t do that.” I let out a loud and long groan as I had gotten it soft enough to pee. She giggled as I knocked over the shampoo bottle trying to get a hold of the side of the tub with my free hand. I can imagine my face looked pretty funny, too. It was one of those forever pees, and I kept groaning and moaning while I peed. I could hear her giggling.
“Wow. It’s not stopping.” She continued to giggle. I took a deep breath as it began to wane and then stopped. I started leaning back up, but then it gushed out and I was peeing more. “Woah.” she said, her giggling had stopped.
Woah is right, I thought. I hadn’t even drunk that many beers the day before. It didn’t last much longer and I sighed as the last bit came out. “Oh man.” I said reflexively.
“That’s the longest pee I’ve ever seen.” she said with a giggle, putting her hand to her mouth.
I sighed. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” I said as I squeezed out the last little bit. I then stood and pulled up my shorts.
“It’s okay. I’ve seen lots of guys pee.”
She said it so matter-of-factly as though it were part of her daily routine like breakfast. I mean, it’s one thing to see your dad or brother pee, but lots of guys? Do they tell her to watch? I was too groggy to ponder it further. “What do you need help with, kiddo?”
“I pooped.” she said shyly.
I raised my eyebrow and shook my head. “Do they wipe your butt at school?” I asked as I knelt near her.
“No.”
That would explain why she didn’t have any panties before. “It’s because you should know how.” I said, grabbing a wad of toilet paper.
“I know.” she said sheepishly.
“Come on, stand up. I want you to pay attention to what I do, okay?” I turned her and forced her to bend over, holding her hips with one hand to keep her from falling over. I’ve changed a few diapers in my day and have never been that grossed out by shit. “Now, pay attention to how it feels while I wipe. You want to make sure to wipe away from your vagina.” I wiped her once. “You don’t want to wipe too hard, but firm enough to make a difference.” I folded the wad and wiped her a second time with it before putting it into the toilet. “You want to keep wiping until you see that the toilet paper is still white. Did you understand all that?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay, because you’re going to do it yourself next time, understand?”
“Okay, daddy.”
“Okay. Go get dressed. I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“Okay.” she said with a smile, quickly turning to give me a kiss on the cheek. She didn’t care that her breasts brushed along my upper arm. I shook my head as I stood up to start the water and closed the curtain enough so I could grab the shower head and rinse out my urine. I hadn’t planned on masturbating in the shower, but my cock wouldn’t relent, getting hard while I washed it. I couldn’t even remember if she closed the door, but I had been teased so much. I knew it wouldn’t take long since I didn’t get my nightly session in. I closed my eyes and started with a fast pace. It was more sensitive than usual. My pace naturally became quicker. I tried not to think of her, but since I didn’t look up any porn last night, she was all that I had, and before I even really thought about her nudity, my hand on her breast, I started cumming. As I opened my eyes to watch it hitting the faucet wall, my eyes bugged out when I saw her standing there peeking around the curtain. I couldn’t stop my orgasm now. I spurted another handful of times watching her watch me.
When I could catch my breath I said, “You shouldn’t be watching me do that.”
“Momma says I should just accept the fact that guys do it.”
“Yeah, well your mother sounds crazy. You’re only 15 years old. Why are you here, anyways?”
“I need help with my bra.”
“I’ll help you with that, but can you wait for me to finish my shower?”
“Okay, daddy.” she said, but she didn’t move.
I wanted to tell her to go away, but I figured she’d get a chance to watch someone properly wash themselves. She quietly watched as I finished washing my body and shampooed my hair. She even handed me the towel. After I dried off, I wrapped my waist with the towel and had her turn around to get her bra on. “There you go. Now, you can get the rest on yourself, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Alright, go on then.” I said, patting her butt to get her moving. She giggled and did as she was told. She had everything on except for her shoes when I came out to the living room. I grabbed my shoes and sat next to her on the couch. “Copy what I do.” She got ready, putting her foot on the couch cushion, her panties on display. I sighed a little and wondered if there was a way to teach this girl couth. She almost got it on her first try, but it took a few for her to get the knot tight enough. I told her that we would hit up some fast food for breakfast and turn the van in. The place to turn it in was the used car lot where I had planned to buy a car. I didn’t have one in the big city I lived in before. Working from home, I didn’t really need it.
When we reached the used car lot, we were met by Frank Hutton, the salesman. After the introduction he looked down at Stephanie, “Well, don’t you look pretty today. Say, aren’t you Carol’s daughter?” She nodded shyly, looking away and shifting her feet. Her grip on my hand tightened. The way he asked it made me feel creeped out. He was older than me and you could tell right away that he was the kind of older guy that dyes his gray hair. His face straightened up when he looked back at me as I was giving him my best Eastwood impression. Not very good, mind you, but it gets the point across. I was quick to assume that this guy had been one of the many boyfriends that Stephanie had mentioned, and I was determined to make sure that he understood that she was off limits now. It kind of felt like my fatherly instincts were kicking in.
I smiled as he cleared his throat and continued with his sales pitch. We looked over several cars, but Stephanie convinced me to buy a little two-seater ragtop that looked fun. Frank said that the previous owner took very good care of it and it was well within the budget I had set for this. I like owning things outright. We soon sped off to the department store.
*********
Frank watched as the two sped away as his thumb pressed send on his phone. It rang many times before Carol picked up.
“What the fuck do you want, Frank?”
“I saw your daughter.”
“What’s that little brat done now?”
“She was with some new guy that just moved into town yesterday.”
“Are you fucking with me, Frank? You better not be fucking with me.”
“No way, Carol. I checked the guy out since he bought a car. He’s clean as a whistle, not even so much as a parking ticket.”
“This guy’s got to be some kind of super-perv or some shit.”
“I don’t know, Carol. I’m a pretty damn good people reader, and he didn’t strike me as the type.”
“Really? Well, text me his details then.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Well, I at least need to have a chat with him.”
“I understand. Say, when are we—*click*.” She had hung up the phone. Frank sighed and then groaned under his breath as he texted her my details.
*********
Brad the Dad Part 2
After our little joyride, we came back to my house. I didn’t even bother to check and see if her mother was home. I still had to unpack. I told her that I would order some pizza as we started opening boxes. I had started her with the bathroom. I was anxious to get my desktop computer up and running since the router had shown up. Plus, my TV is the monitor and I have a nice set of seven speakers to hook up. I know how to Netflick and chill. I was emptying the box with the peripherals in it when I heard a knock on the door. The pizza place said forty-five minutes to an hour, but it had been a while. I opened the door without even checking to see who it was first. I was met with a chromed out Desert Eagle shoved into my nostrils held by a tweaked out blonde with smeared makeup. What she said told me who she was.
She forced me inside and shut the door with her foot. “You tryin’ to steal my daughter, huh?” I didn’t get a chance to rebut as she swung the pistol across my face. I hadn’t been in very many fights, but she hit a sweet spot or something, because I went down. My vision went blurry and was fading fast, but I watched as Stephanie screamed at her mother to stop, only to get the same treatment.
When I awoke, I was tied to a chair. I couldn’t see out of my left eye as it was swollen. My left jaw hurt, too, and my lip on that side felt swollen. She was quick to notice that I was awake.
“What do you want with my daughter, you fuckin’ perv?” She had the gun pointed at my crotch now.
I had a feeling Stephanie’s mother was crazy, but this was over the top. I wanted to say so many things other than what I said, but my brain didn’t seem to want to work at full capacity. “It’s… nothing like that.” I winced at the pain from talking.
“Then what’s it like, huh?” Her eyes were so intense, and the way she brought her jaw forward, made her look comical. I ignored the urge to laugh and looked to see that Stephanie was lying on the floor on her stomach. I could see that she was still breathing and I sighed with relief. “You better fucking tell me.” *blam*
I screamed out in pain. She had moved the gun right at the last second and shot my left thigh. I like to think I took it like a champ as I whimpered. There were no tears though. I could see Stephanie stirring now.
“Come on, you fucking perv, tell me what you did to my daughter.”
I stopped my whimpering by clearing my throat, “Okay, okay. Nothing happened. Just ask her.”
She didn’t bother to look at her and playfully trailed the gun up my body, stopping at my left shoulder when she spoke. “You know, I may be blonde, but that doesn’t make me an airhead.”
My vision waned again for a half second. I could feel the lightheadedness as my wound leaked blood. She must have nicked an artery. I went to say something else when I saw Stephanie swinging my baseball bat with the most intense look on her face. As the bat struck her mother’s head with a very loud crack, the gun went off again, shooting my shoulder point blank. My vision waned fast as did my consciousness.
Luckily, Stephanie knew how to call the police. When I woke up, she was by my side, holding my hand. I still couldn’t see out of my left eye, but her big smile and eyes seemed to sparkle and swirl. They had me on some good shit, but I took her hand and kissed it, sort of. “How do you feel, daddy?”
I felt very swimmy in my head, but there was no pain. “I’m okay, honey.” I managed a smirk. “What happened to your mother?”
Her brightness went away fast, looking away shyly. “She… she, umm… sh—”
“She died.” I heard a gruff but womanly voice finish for her. I gasped as she came into view. She had on a police uniform, and even though my vision was a little blurred, I could clearly see ‘Sheriff’ on her badge. She looked to be in her mid-forties, but she was pretty in a dominatrix kind of way. Next to her was a younger, much prettier version of her. “So, Bradley Stephens, this is what’s going to happen.” She had come over to my left side. “My daughter—the one that shot you—was a meth addict and was spinning out of control. I did what I could to keep from enabling her, but it only ever served to cause Stephanie more strife. Stephanie has told me everything you two have done, and honestly, I could care less. I still have twelve children in my house, otherwise, I would take her in. She wants to stay with you anyways, but seeing as you are severely injured, I’m going to let you borrow Brittany until you get back onto your feet. I know Stephanie is like a toddler sometimes and can’t even tie her shoes, but Brittany is 14 and is proficient in the ways of womanhood. Why don’t you show him.”
Brittany didn’t hesitate to pull the sheet down and pull my gown up, putting her mouth on my cock and working it well. I would’ve moaned had it not been for the sheriff putting a thumb into my shoulder wound. That was when I noticed that she was filming this with her cell phone. “Now, Brad. You’re going to adopt Stephanie here and I don’t want to hear about her little heart being broken, or this gets publicized, do you understand?”
My head was swimming so hard. Brittany had all of my cock in her throat, and she was even massaging my perineum, and at the same time, I was being blackmailed by her mother. “I understand.” I said as my hips began to buck a little.
“Good. Now, Brittany is going to care for your needs until you are able. I will get the paperwork done so that Stephanie will be yours. You raise her how you see fit. I know you will treat her much better. I know you will love her. You let her have what she wants, you hear me?”
“Uh-huh.” I managed as I was getting close to orgasm.
“That means anything at all.”
I peeked over at Stephanie who was intently watching what Brittany was doing, and then I came. My free hand went to the back of Brittany’s head, not that I needed to put it there.
“That’s it,” the sheriff began, “Cum down my daughter’s throat.” Her hand went over mine and more forcefully held the girl’s head in place. “Make her take it all.” Her voice sounded like she was getting off on it. I don’t know if it was the drugs or not, but it intensified my orgasm knowing that. Brittany kept her head there after it was done and gently suckled it as it softened. “I’m sure you’ll be very satisfied, and Stephanie can learn that and a lot more from her. Brittany is an excellent cook. She will keep your balls empty and your stomach full. All you have to do is promise to take care of Stephanie for as long as she wants, okay?” She stroked my hair gently as she asked that.
“I promise.” was all I could say as Brittany let off, tickling my cock head a bit.
“Okay, Brittany. Take good care of him.”
“I will, mother.”
“I’m serious. Anything he needs or wants, and I expect you to get him to cum at least three times a day.”
“Yes, mother.” She didn’t sound sarcastic or that she was dreading it. In fact, she sounded like she couldn’t wait.
The nurse came in just as Stephanie was playing with my flaccid penis. She seemed older than the sheriff and obviously didn’t care that my cock was out in the open, nor that Stephanie was playing with it. She put a needle into my IV tube and I soon drifted off.
I awoke with a gasp, but I soon realized I was trapped between two bodies. Stephanie was cuddled up against my back as I lay on my right side. My cock was buried in Brittany’s pussy. She was as tall as Stephanie, but much skinnier. She had a very tight, athletic body with an awkward amount of curviness. My morning wood was hard, but I had to pee. I began trying to slowly pull out of her. She is apparently a very light sleeper.
“What do you need, daddy?” I felt her pussy muscles clench and release as she twisted to look at me.
“I, uh, need to go pee.”
“Okay, daddy. Don’t move.” She deftly got off of my cock and knelt on the side of the bed. She used her hands and massaged my cock in a certain way that caused it to soften. Before it got too soft, she shoved it into her throat and began pressing into my bladder. I had to go so bad, I had no choice but to let it flow directly into her stomach. I didn’t know how to feel about this, but it felt so good to relieve my bladder, and there was no stopping it now. As the flow waned, she began massaging my perineum, and to my surprise, a few more squirts came out. Her other hand went to my balls and she soon had my cock hardening in her throat. I then felt Stephanie stirring behind me, rubbing her hand along me as she took a deep breath.
“Good morning, daddy.” she said, kissing my upper shoulder. I felt her use me for support to look over at Brittany. “How do you keep from gagging, Britt?”
Brittany slowly slid off of my cock with a slurp. Her hands kept up their work. “My mother had my uvula removed.”
“What’s a… u-vu-la?”
“It’s that dangly thing in the back of your throat that causes you to gag.” I answered.
“I want to get mine removed.” Stephanie demanded.
“Why do you want that?” I asked.
“Because I want to do that.” she said, just as Brittany put my cock down her throat again, bobbing her head a few times.
Brittany giggled. “My mother can make that happen. Now, help me roll him on his back. Big sis wants daddy’s cock in her ass.”
I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just the drugs, but my head was swimming again. How did we get to this point? I felt like I had no strength to resist them, and something kept telling me not to bother.
“Good, now hold his cock up for me.” Brittany commanded as she straddled me, watching to see where Stephanie was going to point it. Stephanie had a big smile on her face as she watched Brittany lower herself. I had to imagine this young thing had had anal sex before, but her anus resisted fiercely. Her face grimaced as she forced my tip inside. She then relaxed and concentrated and slowly pushed two more inches in. “Aah. Oh, yes. Your cock makes me feel so full, daddy.” I could tell she was in pain, but she was smiling, forcing more of it inside. Her butt was so tight, it was almost causing me pain. “Okay, Stephanie. Come up here and push down on my shoulders.”
“Okay.” she said as she eagerly stood and straddled my torso, putting her hands on Brittany’s shoulders. I could see that her pussy was wet and my cock throbbed.
“Now, push hard and don’t stop until it’s all the way in. Don’t worry about hurting me because I like it, okay?” Stephanie pushed hard, and with a loud gasp and a light smack, her ass touched my crotch. Instead of agony, her face was filled with ecstasy. “Oh, yes. Your cock is so big, daddy. Come here, Stephanie.” Brittany’s hands grabbed Stephanie’s hips and guided her toward her. Stephanie was facing away from me, but I could tell that Brittany was eating her pussy. She kept my cock all the way in for a little while before moving up and down just a few inches. Never in a million years would I have ever thought that, one, my cock would be in someone’s ass, let alone, two, that it would be a 14-year-old’s. Not to mention, that I was essentially being raped by a girl who was trained by her mother to serve cock. My drug-rattled brain couldn’t philosophize or moralize. It didn’t help that Stephanie was making such cute noises, mewling, gasping, and moaning as Brittany expertly ate her pussy while fucking my cock with her ass.
“Ungh.” I yelped as her ass suddenly clenched and her pussy slowly gushed onto my stomach. My cock throbbed knowing that she was getting off. I didn’t want to give in to this, but on top of being blackmailed, her ass was lubing up and feeling amazing. I wondered if the drugs were adding to the sensations. It wasn’t long before Stephanie had her own orgasm, bucking her hips into Brittany’s face.
“Mmmm, you taste so good.” Brittany said. “You should give daddy a taste. Be careful of his shoulder.”
Stephanie turned and smiled at me and then straddled me the other way over my head. She gently lowered herself. I had seen it several times, but never this close. It looked like it would all fit into my mouth, and without thinking, my mouth opened. Brittany suddenly quickened her pace and that caused me to lurch upward, plunging my mouth onto Stephanie’s wet, puffy mound. How badly I had wanted to taste it, never once thinking that she would eagerly allow me to. I had some serious five o’clock shadow, and when her sensitive flesh came into contact with it, she froze with a gasp. I didn’t stop, licking and sucking how I could. Once the initial shock was over, she grabbed my hair and started grinding lightly onto my mouth. She seemed to like it when my stubble would brush along her clit. She did it several times and then squealed, bucking her hips madly. Nothing was squirting, but I could tell that if she were more developed, she would have at that moment. Her rhythm became violent and random, practically screaming with squeals.
“Oh, wow.” she said as she rolled over and collapsed onto the bed with a satisfying sigh. Brittany wasn’t lying. Stephanie tasted like no other pussy. It actually was sweet and I couldn’t wait to make her squirt.
“Oh, daddy, you’re going to make me cum again.” Brittany said frantically as she rubbed her clit and began to slam my cock into her. She must’ve known I was getting close, too. “Please, daddy, cum inside me. Fill my ass up, daddy.”
I had given in. The little girl was so beautiful, not only in her looks, but her passion and determination. I’ve had some pretty slutty women before, but there was something different about her. Not just a slut or a nympho, but like a sexual spirit. Not just having orgasms from the sensations, but feeding off of the experience. You might think, succubus, but there was no evil intent, no draining of the soul. Just pure libido and raw, fiery lust. I could feel my balls tightening as Stephanie turned around to lay her head next to mine, putting her mouth right by my ear.
“Come on, daddy. Big sis wants you to fill her up.” she whispered.
I was amazed at how fast my orgasm hit me. I had felt it building, but her whisper and breath in my ear was like a switch turning on the fountain. I let out a big groan, grabbing Brittany’s thigh with my good hand and forced myself inside.
“Yes, daddy!” Brittany exclaimed as her orgasm hit and she squirted hard, wiggling her hips back and forth. Her sphincter clenched hard, almost stopping the flow, but my cock overpowered it.
“Good job, daddy.” Stephanie said with a moan in my ear. I felt her tense up next to me with a gasp, no doubt playing with herself. At that point, my head had swum so much that it could’ve given Michael Phelps a run for his money.
Then Brittany started doing something I didn’t expect. She was clenching her sphincter and then raising herself up before relaxing and moving back down. “What are you doing?” I asked with a furled brow.
“I’m making sure to get it all out, plus it helps to keep it in there until I can go to the bathroom.”
“Did your mother teach you that?”
“Uh huh.”
My surprise was hidden as I flinched when she finally let my cock out. She didn’t let it flop on me either and grabbed a nearby towel that she must have had prepared to wipe it down thoroughly. Considering how she answered the last question, I could only assume that she douches regularly. I wanted to tell her that her mother was a piece of work, but I was worried how she might react to it. “Thank you, Britt.”
“Anything for you, daddy.” she said with a smile. She then took off to the bathroom.
I turned to look at Stephanie and she smiled at me. “So, you’re okay with all this?”
“It’s what I told grandma I wanted.”
“And what exactly did you tell her?”
“She asked me where I’d like to live, and so I said I wanted to live with you. Then she asked me what happened since I met you and I told her everything I could remember.”
“And that was it?”
“Uh huh.”
Her innocence was so beautiful at that moment. I think that if I had been healthy, that moment would’ve ended differently. It might’ve been the drugs, but I was feeling a love for this girl that people only describe when they claim that they’ve met their soulmate. I was still having mixed feelings about the whole scenario, but I was trapped. Still, it felt strange to be looking at her the way I was at that moment.
“What is it, daddy?”
“You’re just so beautiful, Stephanie.”
“Thanks, daddy. I think you’re really handsome, and I love you more than anything.”
The warm, fuzzy feeling was so strong, I almost moaned, and I could feel my groin trying to stir. It was so surreal that I felt like I was in a reverse Twilight Zone where the character gets everything they didn’t know that they wanted. “I love you more than anything, too, sweetie.”
She burst up and flew in for a hug, forgetting about my shoulder.
“Aah, my shoulder, my shoulder.” I exclaimed through gritted teeth.
She immediately sat back. “I’m so sorry, daddy.”
I chuckled and then groaned. “It’s all good. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” I said, but it was a lie.
Brittany then returned wearing only an apron. “Hey, so I was thinking that I’d get breakfast going. Would you mind giving daddy a bath, Steph?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good, I’ll help you get him in there.”
It was a bit of a struggle, but the three of us managed to get me into the bathtub, and Stephanie seemed all too excited to be giving me a bath. I’m pretty sure that she was so excited because she was going to get a chance to touch my penis again. At this point, though, I was feeling more comfortable with it. I felt like I had no choice but to roll with it.
“You know what, daddy?” she asked as she lifted my good arm to wash my armpit.
“What’s that, sweetie?”
“Your pee-pee is the biggest I’ve ever seen.”
I couldn’t help but giggle. The way she said it was just so cute. “Thank you.” I said as I watched her wash that arm. “You’re doing a good job with that.”
“Thanks, daddy. Brittany showed me some things while we and grandma finished unpacking your stuff while you were at the hospital.”
“Well, it’s your guys’ stuff too now. Just try not to break anything.”
“I promise.” she said, but it sort of trailed off as she was washing closer and closer to my penis.
“It’s okay, Steph, I can finish washing up.”
“But, I want to.” she complained.
“Alright. I just thought you might be too nervous.”
“I was just admiring it, daddy. It’s really neat how it can be so big and then so small.”
I chuckled. “It is a fascinating piece of anatomy. No other muscle works like it.”
She didn’t respond, and after a short moment, she grabbed it with her hand and washed it with the other. It was fascinating to see her treat it with such reverence, whereas most women treat it with contempt or fear. It was refreshing. I did everything in my power to resist getting hard as I felt like that would somehow ruin the moment. Luckily, Brittany had drained my balls so well that it felt a bit sore. I smiled at her, vaguely remembering my early-on fascination with the other gender’s anatomy. I must say, it was quite the stroke to my ego to be the recipient of such curiosity. My inhibitions were dwindling by the minute, but she was at least not getting traumatized by this interaction.
After finishing up, they both helped me to get dressed in a t-shirt and gym shorts before escorting me to the dining table in the corner of the kitchen. I was blown away by what I saw. She had made French toast, only it was stuffed with cream cheese and topped with fresh raspberries. There was scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, and two pitchers with orange juice and milk. It all smelled so amazing and it brought me right back home with my mom. I honestly almost started to cry. Not since my mother has anyone gone to these lengths to nurture me. It was so beautiful to me at that moment. “You made all of this, Brittany?” I asked with serious incredulousness as they helped me to sit down.
“I did.” she stated with elation. “Are you impressed?”
I turned to her with a look that I think surprised her. It had a lot of emotions behind it at that moment. “Very.” I told her as my eyes welled up ever so slightly, and I turned away to hide it.
“I’m so glad you are. It’s so nice to feel appreciated.” she said as she began to serve the food.
I wanted to say something like, ‘It all looks and smells amazing, and I bet it tastes even better.’ However, my nostalgia was overwhelming me at that moment. I was also amazed at how this young vixen was so dedicated to someone she had just met, not to mention how she was commanded to do so by her own mother. In any case, it felt good. Really good.
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