“It’s not your fault daddy. I pushed you down here.”
“Shhh,” he tried calming her down.
“We’re not supposed to be like this.”
“Honey,” Jacked breathed into her hair. “There is nothing wrong. Calm down. What’s different from now and when we bathed together, or when you normally sit on my lap.”
“Daddy, how is this not different?”
“Honey, the most important thing your mother and I want you to learn is that you control your own life. Just like being locked in this closet, it’s all how you perceive it. If you make a big deal out of it, it will be a big deal. If you don’t, then it’s just an experience, or something to learn from.”
“But,”
“But what?” Jack asked. “What right now is making you think this is wrong? And what is making you think that? Talk it out.” He was making quite a few gulps between his dialogues in this situation. His hot, thick cock running up the length between his child’s butt cheeks.
“Um, because our privates are so close together. They’re touching and they’re both naked.”
“Okay. Do you never want our privates to touch? Is that something you want never to happen, or is it something that you don’t mind? What do you want, not what do your friends want, or what somebody else told you, how do you want to live your life?” Jack was walking himself through this just as much as he was his daughter. His argument was so blatantly biased to the lack of blood in his brain.
“Um,” Jessie stuttered, “um, just me, um, I don’t really care too much. It makes me nervous, but not in a bad way.”
“Now how do you feel about doing this to other people, other boys?”
“No,” Jessie jeered. “I don’t want that. I love just you daddy. I don’t trust them or like them that much.”
“What about telling other people about how you feel?”
“Stuff like this is none of their business. I won’t tell on you daddy,” she looked up to his face.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he lied down to her nervously.
Jessie smiled in the dark as she continued hugging her naked father.
They sat in embrace silently. Within the next ten minutes, Jack noticed a considerable increase in heat coming from the crotch of his child. He also swore he could feel wetness down there. After a slight repositioning that confirmed the feeling of a small amount of liquid down there to both of them, Jessie’s whole body heated up and then very slowly cooled down with her pubic region.
The hug lasted another hour, then another. Both of them bobbed in and out of light sleep. Jack’s erection died and was reborn about five different times. Jessie always smiled into his chest at the sensations it gave her.
It was dark in the bottom crack of the door before the two were forced awake by Jessie sneezing. She shuffled around and before thinking about what she was doing, she pulled off of her father.
“I have to go pee,” she mewed quietly.
“Use the trashcan. I’ll go after you and then tie up the bag.”
“Um, can you turn the light back on? I really don’t like being in the dark. There could be spiders or something.”
“You want to put on my boxers beforehand?” Jack asked.
“No. I’m fine. I kinda want to be forced to accept you looking at me. I don’t want to feel embarrassed around you anymore.”
“Should I put them back on myself then?”
“I, I think it will be easier if I’m not the only one without underwear, maybe.”
“As you wish.” Jack stood up and reached around the ceiling gently for the light bulb. He found it and screwed it back in.
The light burst back on, blinding both of them. It took close to two minutes before Jack and his daughter had the full capabilities to acknowledge the nudity of his body. It was indeed uncomfortable, but his daughter not making a big deal of it did seem to relax a lot of the pressure. In fact, his daughter’s suspicious attention relieved quite a bit of his own self-consciousness.
Jessie turned away coyly and looked down to the trashcan. There were a few trash bags in the corner.
“Um, can I go, then we tie it up, then you go in another? This room isn’t too airy. It’ll probably smell up quick.”
Jack looked over to the extra bags.
“Looks like we only have three extra bags and another day in here. I don’t think that’s a good idea. Maybe if we both went at the same time,” he kidded. He personally didn’t think the smell would be a problem.
“How would we do that?” Jessie didn’t catch the joke.
“Uh, well, I guess while you go, I go down the gap between your legs,” he gave a half reasonable answer, still half kidding.
“Umm,” Jessie bit her lower lip. “I guess so.” She seemed to think he was being completely serious and wasn’t really giving her the choice.
“Really?” he asked a bit in shock.
Jessie’s demeanor suddenly changed as he challenged her judgment. Her eyes squinted and her face twisted in embarrassment. Jack caught on immediately.
“Come on then,” he directed, walking over to the trashcan. Eager to go with the flow, Jessie followed. “Okay, you squat right here.”
The very nervous twelve year old obeyed. As she squatted, she reluctantly lifted up her father’s shirt that she wore, displaying her childhood to that man’s starving eyes. It took all of Jack’s willpower to keep his manhood half limp so he could actually pee.
“Okay,” he stuttered looking to her barest, fleshy, little pre-teenaged vaginal slit. He gulped. “Uh, where do you think the stream is going to go? Lean forward or pull up the can to where you think it will go into it.”
Jessie leaned forward onto her father’s shoulder blocking both of their views of her private part. She peered back down to see if she was lined up correctly. She definitely didn’t want to miss.
“Is that good?” her father asked as he looked around her to line himself up the best he could with the limited mobility of his half erect state.
“Yeah,” she muttered.
“Okay then, go when you can.”
Both of them pushed for it. It took nearly thirty seconds before either of them had the power to actually start urinating. Jessie got it first, then seconds later her father. And unfortunately, she was blocking his view from where he was going.
Her eyes squinted closed as she moaned onto his shoulder. His solid stream of hot liquid urine was being hosed onto her vagina, splashing down over her tucked in clitoral hood and running down her slit to pour into the trashcan. And all while her body had lost control and was funneling out her own excess fluids.
It seemed to last forever. The hot gush of water spraying onto her virgin organ. That same water that was being forced out the head of her daddy’s penis.
Jack finished just before his daughter did. He had a considerably stronger stream than her. Having heard both of them stop, he wondered why his little girl was still leaning onto him. Without asking, he gently guided her back up onto her own support.
The child’s face was flushed and filled with a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and fear. Jack looked down to her private part. It was soaked; it was dripping wet.
“What happened?”
“You peed on me,” she choked.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked embarrassed for himself.
Her face looked like it wanted to cry in shame; as if it was all her fault, first for blocking his view, then being too nervous to tell him what he was doing. What was more was that she couldn’t tell if she was bad nervous or good nervous, the latter making her feel even worse.