“Sweetie, it’s okay,” Jack consoled her. “I’m sorry, it was my fault. I thought I didn’t hear my stream hit the bag but I wasn’t sure. It’s not your fault.”
He backed away as she stood up and locked her knees for more support. He grabbed his boxers and turned back around to hand them to her but found her already wiping herself dry with the shirt she wore. Catching himself about to make her more self-conscious of what she was doing, he instead pulled the trashcan from under her and tied up the bag.
“I’m sorry daddy,” she sniffled.
“It’s okay honey. Let’s just forget about this starting now. We’re both embarrassed about it.” Jack finished putting a new trash bag in over the old one.
“Okay,” she sniffed. “C-can we lay down again.”
“Absolutely.” He pushed the can back into the corner and went to go lay down.
“Can you look away just for a few seconds please, daddy?”
Jack obeyed, turning his head away. He kept facing there until he heard his daughter lying down beside him on the ground. Turning back, his eyes met his child’s face where he found it impossibly hard not to look down at the sea of bare skin his peripheral vision was picking up on.
“Um, you can look, I guess. I don’t want to force you to look at just my face.”
Jack gulped hard.
“I’ll keep that in mind. But I’ll try not to look just to look.” At that, he broke already and was peering down her buck naked body. Her breasts were so illegally undeveloped. They were barely there, but they were definitely there. And her littlest budding nipples.
His eyes quickly shot back up to her face.
“Can you draw on my tummy?” she asked nervously.
“Are you sure?”
“It’s just my tummy,” she swallowed.
“Okay.” Jack rolled onto his side, pulling his left arm out from under him and using it as a pillow, then reaching out his right over his child’s belly. His index finger pointed down and he gently began running up, down, and around her sporadically tensing stomach.
He counted two times for sure that he caught himself looking back down to his twelve year old’s chest. It was becoming increasingly hard to look at her face.
“Daddy?”
“Yes sweetie?”
“Can I ask you some more questions like having one of those talks?”
“I’m not sure this is the best time.”
Jessie looked to her father sporting a very disapproving face. It was most purely an accusation of his hypocrisy.
“Alright honey,” Jack gave in.
“Um, remember when we sometimes talk about touching yourself and that stuff?”
Jack was amazed at how fast his mouth was producing saliva. It was still plenty wet after almost constant gulps.
“Yes sweetie.”
“You said that even you touch yourself for relief. When mommy’s not around or stuff like that. Um, I heard kids talk about finding their parent’s ‘porn.’ I heard them describe what it was like. I even saw a little bit in a magazine, but I never saw it again, I swear.”
“Okay,” Jack was becoming increasingly anxious.
“Um, so I kinda looked for yours. Since I heard all guys have it. I was just curious, that’s all.”
“Did you find any?” Jack asked. His stomach felt nothing like the soothing lines he drew onto his daughter’s.
“I found some. It was like I heard described, and some of the pictures I saw. But I also found other stuff. You have cartoons too. And they have girls my age. A lot of them younger. But they looked like what porn is. Is that porn too?”
Jack thought to himself that he really had to lower the time limit for that password protected screen saver to kick in.
“Yes sweetie,” he reluctantly answered truthfully.
“So, um, then you touch yourself to those cartoons?”
“Yes, sometimes.”
“A lot of those girls in them look really pretty.”
Jack couldn’t tell if there was a hint of defeat in her voice or not. His ring finger forced into her belly button and he set his hand down on her tummy.
“Much prettier than me,” Jessie mewed.
Jack definitely could distinguish the defeat then.
“Sweetie, how could you ever think that a cartoon is more beautiful than you? A cartoon is a cartoon. You’re a real person. They don’t even compare. If you turned nine tenths of those characters into real people, they’d look horribly disfigured.”
He could see his words weren’t doing too much. He popped his finger from her naval and began moving his hand up her body. He stopped just short of her breasts. Were she wearing a shirt, it would have been nothing more than a warm fatherly touch to the heart. Without the shirt though…
“You are beautiful honey. If I had to choose between you and them for the most amazing daughter, they’d have no chance against you.”
“Duh. You don’t want them to be your daughter. You think other things about them. I’m just the little girl who sits in the background.”
“Sweetie,” Jack said in confusion. “Would you rather not be my daughter?”
“Noo!” Jessie cried in frustration. “It’s just that you have a thousand pictures of little girls on your computer, and you don’t even think twice about me, the real one. It’s because they’re prettier than me. They all got really pretty hair, perfect skin, really cute eyes. My hair is messy, my eyes aren’t cute at all, my skin isn’t perfect.”
“Honey, your hair is amazing, your eyes are phenomenal, and your skin is so perfect, it’s not fair to all the other real girls. I’m your father though, and that means I can’t be your boyfriend. Otherwise, I would be in a heartbeat.”
Jessie’s stomach grumbling broke the silence between talking. Both of them ignored it.
“Really?”
“In a single heartbeat.”
Jessie rolled over and scooted to hug her father. Using her weight, she pushed him onto his back.
“So, am I really that pretty?” she asked wanting to hear the answer again.
“You’re amazingly pretty.”
“You know, a lot of my clothes I get are based on what I see in those pictures.”
“Uh, when did you find them?”
“Like a year and a half ago, maybe two. I was ten at the time. I put a lot of them on my computer later on.”
Jessie pushed her body back to set her face onto her father’s chest. In the act, she reamed one of her vaginal lips onto the top of his penis. The bulbous lip squeezed and slid to the side, guiding the head of the organ into the slit. Thankfully it stopped just below the canal.
Both of them inhaled sharply at the event.
“Sorry,” Jessie squinted as she pulled back up a bit.
“Gotta be careful,” Jack swallowed. “Don’t want to lose your virginity to me.”
Jessie was willfully trying to shut her mind down already, hoping that if she fell asleep where she was, she might wake up there as well.
“It’s not that big of a deal if it’s you,” she quietly half yawned.
Another pool of saliva was funneled down Jack’s throat. To have a twelve year old girl tell him that while she lay naked on top of him…
In about twenty minutes, Jessie’s imagination turned off and she fell asleep. By the end of the hour, Jack’s finally was forced down and he went too.
Jessie woke up on her stomach, on the floor. Her shoulder blade was being gently massaged by her father’s hand. She turned her head to look at him.
Jack was on his side facing his daughter. His expression was almost of a half-conscious drunk as he pathetically clung to the sleep he was barely in. Waking up meant to acknowledge how hungry and thirsty he really was.