Skeletons in the Closet by el_hanes

Skeletons in the Closet by el_hanes

Everybody has their secrets. So why not just combine them all into one big secret. , If you are against father/daughter sex involving a fictional 12 year old girl, do not read this story. Otherwise, enjoy.

Skeletons in the Closet

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Jack sighed heavily in laziness as he finished settling down onto the carpeted floor of the small nine by seven foot empty walk-in closet. He stared up to the lightly cracked, but otherwise textureless ceiling, waving his eyes around the bare light bulb in an effort to avoid blinding himself on the magnetic spectacle. The walls were starch white and speckled with the holes of the last organizational design. It was his job and time now to invent a new one. Fifteen days into the new house and his wife wanted a bit more attention paid to the master bedroom and a bit less to the entertainment one.

Jack’s naked shoulder blades squirmed over the soft, plush carpet as he scooted his khaki shorts around into a more comfortable position. No shirt, no shoes, no worries. There was nothing but the cloth of his shorts and boxers weighing him down. He released another relaxing sigh and thought to himself what he could possibly due to this so small of a windowless room. He already knew he had to change that damned door.

“Slacking on the job, daddy?” a young girl’s voice broke the silence. Jack looked up to his daughter’s face smiling at him from peaking into the propped open door. Her hair was damp and matted.

The youthful twelve year old then gently pushed her way into the small room, guiding the miniature plastic trashcan deeper in and out of the doorway. Walking in, her delicately thin arms triangled down to the hem of the oversized shirt she wore, stretching it just a bit further over her crotch. Jack’s tense gaze struggled hard not to look down to where his daughter was making such an effort to block him from seeing.

“What’re you up to?” he asked trying to keep his curious mind occupied.

“Nothing, just finished my shower,” she said stepping closer. The door creaked behind her as it slowly fell closed and then clicked with a shut. Jack’s eyes popped open wide.

“Uh oh,” he voiced concernedly.

“What?” Jessie questioned with a bit of anxiety seeing her father’s expression.

Jack pulled himself up quickly and crawled to the door. Jessie moved out of his way. Twisting the knob, Jack swore under his breath.

“It’s locked?!” Jessie panicked.

“That’s why I had the trash can there.”

“Why is there a lock on a closet door? Why is it on the outside?” Jessie was becoming very nervous.

“I don’t know. I didn’t put it there. Calm down honey.”

“Mom’s not coming back until tomorrow night though and I saw your phone on your mattress when I took your shirt.”

“Calm down sweetie. I’ll figure something out.” He was already standing up and pulling his little girl into a secure embrace.

Jack’s body motioned hers in a semi circle so he could look at the door and think. He had messed with that door before. It was solid slab wood and build to last. He looked to the doorknob. No screws on this side. It fit snuggly to the frame. That part of the door was just as firm as the solid wood.

The hinges. Those things looked like they would give him trouble even if he did have the proper tools. If he could pull out one of them though, he was sure he could use that one to push out the others. But to get that one out in the first place. He would lose all his fingernails if he even tried. The trashcan was a rubbery plastic.

Jack’s heart rate began to increase. He couldn’t believe it. They were actually trapped. There was absolutely nothing he could do. He thought harder. The light bulb wouldn’t help. Looking for anything useful beyond that source of light would probably lead to electrocution. It was the afternoon. They would be stuck in there for almost day and a half.

Maybe if he punched holes in the walls, this was a house being remodeled. Look for something inside there. He knew enough about construction to know that was unlikely. But to punch a hole to the other side of the door and open it from the outside. The door though was way too close to the corner. The studs and drywall were the strongest there.

Kick a large hole with his bare heel to the other side and have Jessie squeeze out.

“Did you figure it out yet daddy?” Jessie mewed into his chest. Just then taking notice to how she so calmly breathed in his abs through her nose wiped Jack’s mind. He could feel wetness where her eyes pressed.

How she trusted him. How she derived so much safety from him. If there was ever a problem, leave it up to daddy to find all the possible solutions.

Jack was lost. Trying to regather what he was just thinking, he only came up with everything that he came to conclude was an ultimate failure.

“I’m sorry honey. It looks like we’re camping.”

“With no food or water. Or bathroom.” Her voice was trembling.

“A day and a half is nothing for food and water, especially if we don’t get too active. For the bathroom, we have a trashcan and some trash bags.”

“Daddy…”

Jack squatted down to his little girl and looked her squarely in the face.

“Sweetie, do I look scared?”

“N-no.”

“Then you definitely shouldn’t be scared. Think of this as an adventure. Just you and me for a whole day. You can’t ask for more daddy time than this.”

Jessie’s face broke into a coy smile.

“I guess. It’s a day and a half though.”

“Just think of it as we were captured by evil minions because we were doing good stuff, or something like that; and now we have to survive in the dungeon until the great Queen finishes her journey to set us free. Are you going to give the bad guys what they want or are you going to be tough and not let them get to you.”

“I’m going to be tough,” she muffled.

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to be tough,” she said with almost fake enthusiasm, but with a definite smile.

“There we go,” he congratulated her. “Now we have a day and a half together, you want to start it off by lying down together, maybe talk some.”

Jessie clammed back up, looking away from her father’s eyes.

“What’s wrong now, sweetie?”

“U-um,” she quivered very quietly. I-I’m not wearing an-any underwear.” Her voice was almost inaudible. Jack gulped to himself.

“Um,” he said nervously back to her, “I’m not wearing a shirt.”

“Daddy…, it’s not the same and you know it.”

“Well, if we’re both lying down, I won’t be able to see anything, now will I.”

“Fine,” Jessie agreed to change the subject, “don’t look though.”

“I won’t,” he said. “I’ll look the other way right now as I go down.”

Jack let go of his daughter and turned away from her. As he got himself situated onto the floor, Jessie followed cautiously while she made sure to keep the shirt pulled extra long over herself. After hearing his child finish shifting around, Jack looked back over to her face.

“All comfortable?” he asked. He found it harder than he imagined to keep his eyes on her face. Were she wearing pants, gazing down there occasionally would mean nothing, now though…

“Yes. Stop trying to look. I see your eyes waving up and down.”

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