Drunk Daughter Part 2

“Good morning sweetie,” Dad said as he walked into my room with aspirin and a glass of water. “I thought you might need something for a headache. You were pretty drunk last night.”

I wasn’t sure how to react to him after last night. Right now he seemed more like the caring Dad I grew up with, nothing like he was last night. All I knew was that I needed the aspirin he was holding badly. He head was throbbing as I sat up to take them and swallowed the aspirin down with one gulp.

“That’s my girl,” he said giving me a soft kiss on my forehead before getting up to leave. “It’s still early and I know you’re not feeling well so go ahead and go back to sleep. I’ll be back in later to wake you up.”

I had no idea what to make of Dad’s behavior. I don’t really know how someone should expect their Dad to act the morning after something like last night but I definitely wouldn’t have expected this. Maybe it was a one-time thing. Maybe he felt bad and he was just going to go back to his normal self. There wasn’t long for me to think about it before I drifted back to sleep.

A few hours later I woke up to the sound of the front door closing. My Dad had just gotten home and he was carrying shopping bags. I was still feeling unsure of him so I just waited in my Dad to see what he did next. I heard him put the bags down and rustle through them.

“I bought you something,” he said cheerfully, revealing a large stuffed dog I’d had my eye one for months from behind his back. I momentarily forgot my trepidation with my new gift in hand. “That’s just a little thank you present to repay you for last night. Hopefully, there will be a lot more presents for you from now on,” he said with a wink.

Immediately my fear returned. If he was buying me a gift for what he did and planned on buying me more gifts for doing it again then I really was a whore. I wondered if I was no to the present if maybe he wouldn’t do it again but I was frozen in fear staring at my new toy.

“What’s the matter baby? You don’t like it? I thought that was the one you wanted,” he said looking concerned.

“No, I like it. I just. . .” I couldn’t think of anything to say. If I argued would it stop him from hurting me again or would I just stop getting presents for letting him.

“Well then don’t look so sad about it. You should be grateful I gave you something so special in return for what you gave me.”

There were no words for how I felt so I just continued sitting there looking down. I didn’t really give him anything. He took it from me. I was frantically thinking of a way to stop him from doing it again and I couldn’t think of anything. No one would believe me if I told. I got in trouble a lot at school and Mom was long gone with her new husband and daughter in Michigan. The only adult who I thought would ever listen to me was the one I needed to get away from. There really was no way out. Silent tears started cascading down my cheeks and falling onto the stuffed dog I was holding.

“Oh don’t feel bad sweetie. Here Daddy will make you feel better,” he said leaning in and kissing me gently as he pushed me down onto the mattress. “I know last night I was rough on you but I’ll be nicer this time if you’re nice to me too.”

It seemed like my only option. If I was going to be forced to have sex with Dad then I might as well do something to make it not hurt so bad. I nodded meekly before he started kissing me again. I tried to kiss back as best I could but I felt disgusted with myself. Most of my concentration had to be focused on simply not recoiling as his tongue roamed around my mouth.

Soon I felt his hand slide down in between my legs and I winced expecting him to force his fingers into my still sore and swollen little cunt.