Daddy Locke

The thunder outside scared me more than anything. At the age of ten things of that nature tended to upset me more than most, and as the lightning flashed and the crackling roared throughout the room I felt so alone and frightened. I rushed out of my room and fled to my Daddy’s bed. When I entered his room it was pitch black and silent. I crept my way to his bed and climbed on top of the comforter, “Daddy,” I whispered, “Daddy can I sleep with you?” He never said a word and so I climbed under the blankets and curled up next to him. I laid there for a good while, but before dozing off I managed to get my Daddy to wrap his arms around me and hold me close to him.
Not to much later I woke to find my Daddies hand on my bare tummy and his face buried in my hair. I tried to hold back my giggle and turned so I could face his naked chest. I let my lips lay against his chest and sat there waiting for him too move, nothing. I became curious and grabbed his hand placing it on my hip, he tightened his grip. My hand traced down his side and along his hip to the top of his boxers, ‘No I shouldn’t. He’d be furious with me,’ I was battling my emotions on whether to pursue on or stop. A soft moan patted my forehead making the choice simple, continue.
My fingertips gently tugged at the waistband of his boxers and I sat patiently waiting for any idea of my next move. He rolled onto his back scaring me which in turn caused my fingers to slip from underneath. He sighed as was soon fast asleep again.
‘No no, I need to just stop I don’t want daddy mad at me again.’ I wanted to stop but I just couldn’t help myself.