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A Simpson's Story: Becoming Daddy's Special Girl	By : White Glove Literature Category: +S through Z > Simpsons Views: 17625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Daddy’s Special Girl
Part II
I woke up early the next morning, like I always do, to my alarm clock blaring. Blinking my eyes sleepily, I noticed an odd warmth draped over me and then heard snoring behind me. Suddenly, memories of last night flashed through my head, and I looked down to see my dad’s arm wrapped around me, hugging me against him.
I was fully awake in an instant, blinking as a tear rolled down my cheek, and squirmed out of bed, shutting off my alarm before making my way towards the bathroom to shower. Today was Saturday, so Bart was sleeping in this morning. This meant I was left alone with my thoughts, as I winced in slight discomfort, walking out of my bedroom and crept through the halls into the bathroom and turned on the shower before climbing in.
I turned the water on and stood under the spray, lost in thought. I didn’t cry. I just felt numb, memories of last night replaying over and over in my head. I wasn’t sure what I felt. I suppose I should have felt angry, embarrassed or humiliated, hurt, broken or betrayed, but I didn’t. Maybe I should have felt that way. Maybe there was something wrong with me, but a part of me had enjoyed it. Maybe not the last bit so much but having him kiss me down there. That had been nice.
I smiled softly, remembering how good it had felt when he kissed my kitty. Then after when he held me in his arms and told me he loved me. Was I wrong to feel this way? Surely, I was betraying my mother. Surely, I should call the cops and tell them what he did.
But I didn’t. I didn’t want dad to be sent away. Despite everything, he was still my dad. I knew he loved me, and I loved him. I decided to try and pretend this didn’t happen. I had just finished washing the mess from my legs when I heard footsteps enter the bathroom before the door closed and the lock clicked.
“Lisa…” My dad said.
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I felt the bed shift and heard the door close and winced, the noise causing my head to ache. “I must have tied one on last night. I even dreamt I had had sex with Marge. The best sex we’ve ever had,” I recalled as I rolled onto my back, my arm covering my eyes to block the sun coming through the window to my right. Suddenly, I paused, frowning.
“That couldn’t be right. The window in the bedroom is on the left side, not the right.” I thought to myself.
I sat up slowly, the room spinning as I looked around, horror slowly filling me. “This wasn’t my bedroom. It was… Oh, gods. Lisa! What have I done? No, no, no, no, no. Surely not. It couldn’t be.”
I threw back the bedcovers and paled, my horror peaking as I saw the dark red stain on the white linen sheets and then looked down, realizing with rising panic that I was naked. Memories of my dream from last night coming back to me.
“Please god, please let it have been a dream,” I thought but inside I knew it wasn’t. Looking around, I noticed that I was alone and dimly I heard the shower running in the bathroom down the hall. I knew that my son was likely asleep so that only left Lisa.
Slowly, filled with shame, I stood from the bed and strode from the room, heading towards the bathroom down the hall. I quietly entered the bathroom and shut the door behind me, locking it as I swallowed back the bile that threatened to shoot out of me.
“Lisa…” I said quietly.
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I froze, a nearly inaudible gasp escaping my lips before I caught myself and smiled. “Morning, Daddy. Did you sleep well?” I said, peeking from around the shower curtain at him.
I hadn’t taken the opportunity to look before, but my daddy’s thingy was rather large, and I was amazed that he had managed to get it inside me, an odd feeling of accomplishment fluttering through me, that it had fit inside me.
“Err, yes. Um, Lisa. About last night…” He started before going quiet, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Don’t worry about it, Daddy. I won’t tell mom about it.” I said in a quiet voice while trying to forestall him — a slight nervousness creeping through me.
“Lisa, I’m so so sorry. I was drunk last night. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’ll never happen again, I swear.” Daddy said, looking down at the tiled floor.
“No! Err, I mean you didn’t hurt me. Well, it did hurt a little, but it wasn’t all bad. Parts of it were nice.” I said, pushing the shower curtain aside as I jumped out of the shower and ran to him, trying to spare his feelings.
A part of me felt hurt, dejected at the idea that my father considered it a mistake. I was only eight years old, but I was smart enough to know I had lost my virginity to one of the most important men in my life. And he considered it nothing more than a mistake…
“Lisa, it was terrible of me to force you like that. Dear god, your first time… I’m a terrible father.” He said, near tears as he looked down at her, forcing himself to meet her gaze at last.
“I don’t regret it, Daddy. It hurt at first, but I love you. I don’t want to think of it as a mistake. It was my first time, so it’s special to me no matter how it happened. Please, Daddy. You do love me, don’t you?” I said, tearing up as I looked up at him.
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“Oh, Lisa. You’re the most precious thing in the world to me — my sweet, special girl. Daddy loves you so much. I didn’t intend for this to happen, but I don’t want you to feel like I don’t love you,” I said kneeling and pulling her into my arms.
I felt her slender arms wrap around me and kissed her cheek as she nuzzled against my chest, taking comfort in our mutual embrace. “She doesn’t regret it. She even seemed to enjoy it. How is that possible?” I thought to myself, memories of last night drifting back into my head.
It had easily been the best sex of my life. The loving embrace, the taste of her sex as I ate her, the feeling of her squeezing down on my cock. I stifled a moan as the memory brought back the shadows of pleasure from last night, my cock swelling and poking against her leg.
She pulled back and swallowed, smiling shyly at me as she realized what it was and wrapped her small hands around my cock. “Daddy…” She giggled shyly, looking away.
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