Jessie looked down his body to his half flaccid penis. She smiled at the sliver of sunlight she saw under the door. She then tediously turned her body over as to not disturb her father, lifting his massaging hand up and then delicately setting it back down on her chest. She closed her eyes and began breathing through her mouth at the feeling of her daddy caressing her tiniest naked breast.
In the quietest voice she could whisper, she muttered what she thought.
“Let’s see you do this to a stupid cartoon.”
They laid there like that for over another hour. Jessie fell back asleep for brief moments but was usually woken back up when her daddy spontaneously began spinning one of her nipples. She checked every time, but he was definitely asleep, or at least not awake.
Jack awoke to himself pulling his daughter into a warm, adult embrace. He stopped abruptly before they made too much contact. The rumble of his daughter’s stomach just then brought back the dreaming memories of the buffet he was gorging himself on. He was surprised at how little his daughter was complaining about everything now.
“Today’s the day we get saved,” he mumbled.
“I’m soo thirsty,” Jessie grumbled.
“I reckon we got about eight, maybe ten hours left.”
“Ahh man.”
Jack pushed himself up. Jessie followed. The two sat cross legged opposite of one another. Jack couldn’t help but flexing in his restraint to not stare at the slit of his daughter. It was as exposed as it would ever be with her legs spread open so wide.
“Urine is ninety-five percent water, you know,” he said.
“What’s the other five percent?” Jessie asked with a not so amused face.
“Nutrients from your blood that your body didn’t immediately need. It’s all completely sterile. It’s the other end that’s got the dirty job.”
“I’m not that thirsty,” Jessie emphasized.
“It’s not all that unpopular in eastern Asia.”
“How about we wait until tomorrow and discuss it then, daddy?”
“Alright. Do you have to use the bathroom?”
“Not really. I can wait. Unless you have to go?”
“No.”
They silently looked to each other. On occasion, Jack noticed his little girl taking a peak down to his crotch. On more than occasion, Jack found himself trying to take his eyes off hers.
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen grueling minutes. Just when Jack thought the awkward staring game would never end, Jessie stood up onto her knees and waddled over to him. She reached him and climbed onto his lap, wrapping her long naked legs around his waist, but keeping their private parts a good eight inches from each other. Jack was beyond hard.
He looked down to his little girl very nervously. He didn’t know what she was doing but there was no way he was going to stop her if it was something inappropriate.
“Daddy, are you having any fun in here?” Jessie asked too innocently. “Or do you have a bad feeling in your belly because you’re trying to avoid stuff?”
“I’m having a great time,” he lied. “I’m with the greatest person ever.”
“My tummy feels bad,” Jessie complained.
“You’re just hungry,” Jack consoled.
“Not that, I mean, it’s more than that. We’re here together which is great and all, but it’s like since we’re naked, we’re not allowed to do a lot of stuff. Like we have to stay away from each other. It’s no fun.”
“We can do anything you want, sweetie. You name it, and we’ll do it.”
“I want to stop being embarrassed. I just want everything that can be done, done. That way it’s no big deal. Like you said earlier, I want to stop making things such a big deal.”
“What’s on your mind? What’s the big deal that you want to make small.” Jack knew this probably wasn’t going to end legally, hell, he wasn’t even sure if what they were doing then was legal. But not even he could deny the tension in the small room. Eight to ten more hours like that and they would probably end up resenting each other for the agony they went through.
“Well, our private parts. They’re not really private anymore. So I just wanted to not keep pretending they are.”
“How do we do that?” Jack gulped.
“Can, um, I think we should touch, touch each other. That way it’s not a big deal anymore. Because it’s just done and nothing special. I mean we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend so it doesn’t mean anything, right?”
“Sweetie,” Jack swallowed again, “it only means what you make it to mean.”
“So can I touch you then? Just to make it not a big deal anymore.”
“Sure,” he whispered hard.
“W-will you touch me?”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Y-yeah. So that way we both did it and it’s no big d-deal.”
Jack lifted his hand and touched his daughter’s leg. He gently ran up the top of it with his fingers and stopped just before reaching her belly.
“Where do you want me to touch?”
“Um, you know. Down there.” Her eyes were so big and innocent and she pointed with her chin.
Again, Jack was in awe at how hydrated his mouth seemed to be while the rest of his body ached for water. His fingers traced delicately down the inside of her leg and so cautiously moved to press onto the lips of his twelve year old daughter. A tiny coo escaped the child’s closed mouth.
Jack just wanted to hold still after he made that initial contact, but feeling the bare lips of his girl, her shortest and softest peach fuzz, his hand couldn’t help but travel further down almost into cupping her. Several more soft moans escaped her throat.
Jessie reluctantly accepted that it was now her turn and as casually as she couldn’t do, she took her father’s incredibly hard penis into her tiny fingers.
“It’s so warm and soft. And really smooth,” she added as her hand made a half pump under her weak grip.
“You’re just the same,” Jack breathed heavily.
Both of them quieted down and proceeded in feeling the other’s genitals. Jack couldn’t believe that his daughter’s preteen vagina was in his hand, that he was caressing it in a way he knew would stimulate her, and that in return, she seemed almost to be jacking him off as well.
“Am I doing it right?” Jessie asked through her hard breaths. Her hand was slowly running up and down the length of her father’s organ.
“What are you trying to do?” he so reluctantly asked, already guessing.
“Make you feel good.”
“You don’t need to do that,” Jack choked out. How he got himself to be so modest in his choice of deterrents, he’d never know.
“I want to. I want to make you feel good. Like you’re doing to me.”
“I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean to,” he said in so much pain as he forced himself to pull away from her. Jessie instantly reached with her free hand and stopped his motion.
“No. Please don’t stop daddy. Please.” She looked up into his quivering eyes. “I love you daddy.”
“Sweetie, you have no idea what’s going on in my head. I can’t do what you want me to do without hurting you.”
“Can you turn off the light then? Please.”
“I’m sorry honey,” he swallowed. What she said almost sounded hurt, but she looked perfectly neutral.
“Can you just turn out the light? We can just hug then. If we can’t see each other, maybe it will be easier for you to just hug me.” Jessie backed up off her father’s lap and dropped her bare butt to the carpet.