Phoebe unlocked the front door and let herself into the house. She dropped her backpack by the staircase and shrugged out of her denim jacket. Dropping it on top of her bag, she started toward the kitchen to get something out to make dinner before going upstairs to do her homework.
She paused at the door to the kitchen. The TV was on in the den and she knew what that meant. Her dad had left his office early again as he had so often since returning from his last deployment. It had been overlooked so far because everyone understood what a toll the tour in Afghanistan followed a year and a half later by a year in Iraq had taken. An army brat since the day she was born sixteen and a half years earlier, Phoebe knew they weren’t going to keep ignoring it, though.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said as she entered the family room.
“Hey, baby,” he said turning to look over his shoulder at her.
Phoebe leaned against the arm of the sofa and wrapped her arms around her dad’s shoulders. She leaned against him and kissed his cheek. “Do you need anything before I go upstairs and start my homework?” she asked.
Her dad handed her the glass he held. “Refill,” he said smiling at her.
She took the glass to the kitchen. The bottle was sitting on the black, granite top of the work island in the center of the room. She unscrewed the cap and poured the clear, topaz colored liquid into the glass. Lifting the bottle to her lips she took a swig herself before replacing the cap.
She returned to the family room and handed the glass back to her dad. He took it without looking up. “Thanks, pumpkin,” he said absently before taking a large sip letting it caress his tongue before swallowing.
Phoebe’s fingers trailed across his shoulder as she turned to leave the room. She returned to the kitchen and took the two steaks that her gran had bought earlier that day from the fridge. She sat them on the counter next to the range and headed back to the stairs to retrieve her bag and jacket.
Phoebe rinsed the dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher as her little brother, Justin did his homework at the kitchen table. When the dishes were done she checked Justin’s homework then joined her dad in the den to watch TV for a while.
She talked about her day at school and her dad drank. At nine she sent her brother to bed, making sure that he brushed his teeth first. When Justin was settled for the night she returned to the den.
At eleven when local news came on, Phoebe stood up and leaned down to kiss her dad on the cheek. “I’m going to bed, Daddy,” she said as she straightened up again. “Don’t fall asleep down here, okay.”
“I won’t, baby,” he promised. “I’ll be up as soon as the news is over.”
Phoebe woke with a start and looked at the clock on her night stand. The glowing red numbers read 2:09 AM. She lay in her bed for a moment trying to figure out what had dragged her from her sleep so abruptly.
Then she heard him. Her dad was shouting in his sleep and she knew it was another of the dreams that had plagued him since his return from Iraq. She jumped out of her bed and hurried across the hall to his room meaning to wake him before he could disturb Justin’s sleep, too.
“Daddy,” she said reaching out to grasp his shoulder. She gave him a little shake. “Daddy,” she said again a little more stridently.
He grabbed her upper arms and dragged her into the bed. Rolling with her, he pinned her to the mattress beneath his body. Phoebe struggled furiously to relieve herself of his weight, but he held her down as his hands began to roam her body.
“Daddy, stop,” she sobbed.
Still in the grips of his nightmare, he didn’t seem to hear her. His hands roughly explored her breasts before moving down over her waist to the curve of her hips. Her body froze in terror when he pushed his knee between her thighs forcing her to open her legs. She felt his hand slide up her thigh slipping easily into the loose leg opening of the terry shorts she wore to sleep.
“No!” she wailed as he shoved two fingers into the tight opening of her virgin pussy. She grabbed his wrist with both of her hands and tried to push his hand away, but he continued his brutal assault thrusting into her hard and deep. She gasped as she felt him slide a third finger into her.
“Daddy, you’re hurting me. Stop!”
His weight shifted and she felt his hands at the waistband of her shorts and then they were gone, peeled away with her pink, cotton bikini underwear. Before she could move, his body crushed her against the mattress again and she felt his hard cock poking against the tender lips of her cunt. As his mouth covered hers his hand slipped between their bodies and he positioned the tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy.
He groaned into her mouth as he pushed into her and began thrusting hard and fast. Tears streamed from Phoebe’s eyes flowing into her long, blond hair. His fingers dug into the flesh at her waist and she cried out.
“Daddy,” she cried pathetically, her hands at his face as she tried again to push him away.
He grew very still, his throbbing cock still buried deep inside her. “Phoebe,” he said hoarsely as he lifted his head to peer down at her in the darkness.
She sobbed and he groaned miserably. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
She felt his cock flex inside her and then he began to move again in slow, shallow thrusts. He was gentle now, giving her time to adjust to the length and width of the hard cock invading the warm, velvet depths of her tight cunt.
Phoebe wrapped her arms around his neck and he buried his face against her silky, lavender scented hair as he continued to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. His hands moved to the backs of her legs and he urged her to pull her knees up. She did and he pushed up on his arms and began thrusting harder and deeper, his breathing quickening along with the tempo of his strokes.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and began to meet his thrusts. She could feel the tension building in the pit of her stomach and she knew she was going to cum. Her dad’s breathing grew ragged as he strained toward his own orgasm.
“Daddy,” she said breathlessly. “I’m going to cum.”
A low moan escaped his lips. “Do it, baby,” he said huskily. “Cum for me.”
He began thrusting harder and faster, pounding his cock into her tight, wet pussy. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. Nothing had felt as good as being inside Phoebe in a very long time.
She rocked her hips meeting each hard thrust, her breath coming in whimpered grunts as his cock drove into her. “Uh huh. Uh huh,” she moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck. Oh, Daddy.”
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “That’s Daddy’s girl.”
Her back arched and her body tensed as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave that picked her up and rolled her in ecstasy. He felt her flood his cock with her juices as the walls of her tight cunt spasmed on his swelling cock. He buried his entire length inside her and let his own orgasm overtake him as he errupted splashing his daughter’s virgin womb with his hot semen.
“Oh fuck,” he growled as his balls unleashed another long rope of cum and then one more. “AAaahhhhhh, Phoebe.”
He collapsed on top of her and held her tightly while they came down from the high of their climaxes. When he rolled away from her he wrapped her in his arms and settled her against his side with her head resting on his chest. She snuggled against him as he drifted back to sleep and she prayed for no more nightmares.
Jake woke before his sixteen year old daughter and lay for a while whatching her sleep in his arms. He struggled through the fuzziness of his hung over brain to remember exactly what had happened. He vaguely remembered waking up in the middle of making love to Phoebe, but he couldn’t remember how she had gotten into his bed in the first place.
She stirred in his arms and opened her grayish green eyes. He winced at the uncertainty clouding her expression. “Are you okay, Phoebs?” he asked stroking her hair.
His hand moved to caress her pert, young breast. Her breath caught in her throat as his thumb lightly teased the pouty pink nipple to hardness. He lowered his head and flicked the hard bud with his tongue. She moaned softly. His lips closed over her erect nipple and he nibbled and sucked while his hand began kneading her other breast.
His hand left her breast to roam over the plains of her gently curved tummy while his mouth moved hungrily from one pink tipped mound to the other. He gently massaged the swell of her lower abdomen before slipping his hand between her firm, silky thighs. She pulled her knees up and let her legs fall open for him. He rubbed his fingers over her clit and through the lips of her pussy feeling her grow wetter and wetter before plunging them into the warm, welcoming depth of her tight young cunt.
“Daddy,” she murmured unsurely as he fit his hips between her thighs.
“Baby,” he breathed against her hair as he pushed his cock into her. “What’s done is done. We can’t take it back, now, and I need you so bad.”
She shook her head as he started thrusting into her.
“Phoebe, please. I need you.”
With a little sob she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly while he found the solace and release he craved in her body.