I rolled MJ back onto her side and climbed in bed beside her, this time making sure there was a respectable distance between us, turning my back to her. MJ was still sleeping soundly, a deep alcohol fueled sleep. To say that I was tired, would have been an understatement and I quickly drifted into sleep too.
Morning came around and I was the first to wake. Light was streaming through the window as I checked the clock at the side of the bed. 10:30am. MJ was still fast asleep, which I considered a good thing, but she seemed to be ok. I got out of bed as carefully as I could so as not to wake her and crept quietly down to the kitchen to make some coffee.
While the coffee was making, I took her dress and panties and set them in the dryer. The gentle tumbling and rumbling sounds were soporific, especially as I was still feeling tired, so I returned to the kitchen and poured myself a coffee. I sat at the kitchen table, ruminating on the events of the night before, running through multiple scenarios of how I was going to be able to explain things to MJ…
About half an hour later, a sleepy 16-year-old girl appeared sheepishly at the kitchen door. “I’m so sorry Daddy” were her first words. I looked in her direction and smiled at her. “Good morning sweetheart, are you ok?” I asked, probing for some indication of what she knew.
She ran over and hugged me “I’m so sorry, really, I never meant to get so drunk, please don’t tell mom about this”. In my mind I already knew that there was no way in hell I was ever going to mention last night to her mother. “It’s fine sweetheart, you did rather drink a lot, but I figured you were safe with me. What do you remember?” I probed with another test question. “hmm nothing much, it’s all a big fog really. I remember playing that dart game, that was fun, and i remember playing that game with the blocks, but I’m kinda confused about it after that”. I felt a sigh of relief inside, “well you did rather drink a lot and you were mixing wine and beer and various kinds of shots”, I added. “Yeah the games were fun, but I don’t even remember getting home, and how did I end up in your bed?”.
“Well, honey, you were quite drunk when you got home and you threw up a couple of times, so I had to wash your dress out. After you changed into your nightie, you asked me to rinse it, and gave me your dress and panties. Looked like you’d had a bit of an accident too”. She lowered her eyes with shame and embarrassment, “I’m sorry daddy, I shouldn’t have expected you to do that for me”. She was so apologetic about everything.
“Don’t worry about it honey, that’s what dads are for” I said in my best endeavor to be parental and reassuring. “we’ve all had experiences like that… and it was better that you were with me so I could keep you safe”.
“so you’re not mad at me?” she asked politely.
“No, not in the slightest… it probably won’t be the last time come that you drink too much, and I have to help you out… come have a coffee, I’m pretty sure you need one”. With that I poured a coffee and handed it to her, inviting her to sit at the table with me. She grasped the cup in both hands, somewhat shakily.
“So how did I end up in you and mum’s bed?” she asked again.
“Don’t you remember honey? I suggested that you’d better sleep in our bed because I didn’t want you throwing up in the night and choking. I wanted to keep my eye on you to make sure you would be safe”.
MJ mulled over my reply before seeming to accept it.
“I love you daddy” she added
“I love you too honey… I’m glad you enjoyed it, but we’d better keep this as a secret between you and me”.
MJ clasped the warm cup in her hands and took a sip, nodding her agreement.
“Can we go to the pub again before mom gets home?” she asked, pleading with her somewhat bloodshot puppy dog eyes… “I want to play darts again”.
“Maybe, sweetheart, maybe” I replied, my voyeuristic mind venturing into forbidden territory again.
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