Skeletons in the Closet

If you are against father/daughter sex involving a fictional 12 year old girl, do not read this story. Otherwise, enjoy.

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Skeletons in the Closet

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Jack sighed heavily in laziness as he finished settling down onto the carpeted floor of the small nine by seven foot empty walk-in closet. He stared up to the lightly cracked, but otherwise textureless ceiling, waving his eyes around the bare light bulb in an effort to avoid blinding himself on the magnetic spectacle. The walls were starch white and speckled with the holes of the last organizational design. It was his job and time now to invent a new one. Fifteen days into the new house and his wife wanted a bit more attention paid to the master bedroom and a bit less to the entertainment one.

Jack’s naked shoulder blades squirmed over the soft, plush carpet as he scooted his khaki shorts around into a more comfortable position. No shirt, no shoes, no worries. There was nothing but the cloth of his shorts and boxers weighing him down. He released another relaxing sigh and thought to himself what he could possibly due to this so small of a windowless room. He already knew he had to change that damned door.

“Slacking on the job, daddy?” a young girl’s voice broke the silence. Jack looked up to his daughter’s face smiling at him from peaking into the propped open door. Her hair was damp and matted.

The youthful twelve year old then gently pushed her way into the small room, guiding the miniature plastic trashcan deeper in and out of the doorway. Walking in, her delicately thin arms triangled down to the hem of the oversized shirt she wore, stretching it just a bit further over her crotch. Jack’s tense gaze struggled hard not to look down to where his daughter was making such an effort to block him from seeing.

“What’re you up to?” he asked trying to keep his curious mind occupied.

“Nothing, just finished my shower,” she said stepping closer. The door creaked behind her as it slowly fell closed and then clicked with a shut. Jack’s eyes popped open wide.

“Uh oh,” he voiced concernedly.

“What?” Jessie questioned with a bit of anxiety seeing her father’s expression.

Jack pulled himself up quickly and crawled to the door. Jessie moved out of his way. Twisting the knob, Jack swore under his breath.

“It’s locked?!” Jessie panicked.

“That’s why I had the trash can there.”

“Why is there a lock on a closet door? Why is it on the outside?” Jessie was becoming very nervous.

“I don’t know. I didn’t put it there. Calm down honey.”

“Mom’s not coming back until tomorrow night though and I saw your phone on your mattress when I took your shirt.”

“Calm down sweetie. I’ll figure something out.” He was already standing up and pulling his little girl into a secure embrace.

Jack’s body motioned hers in a semi circle so he could look at the door and think. He had messed with that door before. It was solid slab wood and build to last. He looked to the doorknob. No screws on this side. It fit snuggly to the frame. That part of the door was just as firm as the solid wood.

The hinges. Those things looked like they would give him trouble even if he did have the proper tools. If he could pull out one of them though, he was sure he could use that one to push out the others. But to get that one out in the first place. He would lose all his fingernails if he even tried. The trashcan was a rubbery plastic.

Jack’s heart rate began to increase. He couldn’t believe it. They were actually trapped. There was absolutely nothing he could do. He thought harder. The light bulb wouldn’t help. Looking for anything useful beyond that source of light would probably lead to electrocution. It was the afternoon. They would be stuck in there for almost day and a half.

Maybe if he punched holes in the walls, this was a house being remodeled. Look for something inside there. He knew enough about construction to know that was unlikely. But to punch a hole to the other side of the door and open it from the outside. The door though was way too close to the corner. The studs and drywall were the strongest there.

Kick a large hole with his bare heel to the other side and have Jessie squeeze out.

“Did you figure it out yet daddy?” Jessie mewed into his chest. Just then taking notice to how she so calmly breathed in his abs through her nose wiped Jack’s mind. He could feel wetness where her eyes pressed.

How she trusted him. How she derived so much safety from him. If there was ever a problem, leave it up to daddy to find all the possible solutions.

Jack was lost. Trying to regather what he was just thinking, he only came up with everything that he came to conclude was an ultimate failure.

“I’m sorry honey. It looks like we’re camping.”

“With no food or water. Or bathroom.” Her voice was trembling.

“A day and a half is nothing for food and water, especially if we don’t get too active. For the bathroom, we have a trashcan and some trash bags.”

“Daddy…”

Jack squatted down to his little girl and looked her squarely in the face.

“Sweetie, do I look scared?”

“N-no.”

“Then you definitely shouldn’t be scared. Think of this as an adventure. Just you and me for a whole day. You can’t ask for more daddy time than this.”

Jessie’s face broke into a coy smile.

“I guess. It’s a day and a half though.”

“Just think of it as we were captured by evil minions because we were doing good stuff, or something like that; and now we have to survive in the dungeon until the great Queen finishes her journey to set us free. Are you going to give the bad guys what they want or are you going to be tough and not let them get to you.”

“I’m going to be tough,” she muffled.

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to be tough,” she said with almost fake enthusiasm, but with a definite smile.

“There we go,” he congratulated her. “Now we have a day and a half together, you want to start it off by lying down together, maybe talk some.”

Jessie clammed back up, looking away from her father’s eyes.

“What’s wrong now, sweetie?”

“U-um,” she quivered very quietly. I-I’m not wearing an-any underwear.” Her voice was almost inaudible. Jack gulped to himself.

“Um,” he said nervously back to her, “I’m not wearing a shirt.”

“Daddy…, it’s not the same and you know it.”

“Well, if we’re both lying down, I won’t be able to see anything, now will I.”

“Fine,” Jessie agreed to change the subject, “don’t look though.”

“I won’t,” he said. “I’ll look the other way right now as I go down.”

Jack let go of his daughter and turned away from her. As he got himself situated onto the floor, Jessie followed cautiously while she made sure to keep the shirt pulled extra long over herself. After hearing his child finish shifting around, Jack looked back over to her face.

“All comfortable?” he asked. He found it harder than he imagined to keep his eyes on her face. Were she wearing pants, gazing down there occasionally would mean nothing, now though…

“Yes. Stop trying to look. I see your eyes waving up and down.”

“Sorry, I’m just not use to being forced to only look at your face.”

“You’re not forced,” Jessie tried reasoning. “It’s, it’s just, embarrassing.”

“Well then, why are you not wearing underwear?”

“I just came from my shower. I walked into your room with just a towel on and saw your shirt on the bed. So I put it on. Sometimes I don’t wear underwear under your shirts; it wasn’t a big deal or anything. But I didn’t know I would be stuck with you.”

“You know, I used to see you down there all the time,” Jack said to her.

“Yeah, and then I turned seven and we stopped bathing together. I still don’t see why we had to.”

“That was your mother’s doing, not mine. She’s lightened up a lot after that. She said if she could do it again, she’d give us another year, maybe two. But by the time she realized how self-conscious you got, it was too late to start back up again.”

“I’m not self-conscious,” Jessie defended.

“You’re not so bad anymore. But you were there for quite some time. Almost snobbish. Stopped appreciating the simple things in life.”

“Well, you can’t get much more simple than this,” Jessie waved her hands around.

“Do you appreciate it?”

“Ha,” she laughed. Then looked to her father. “A little. At least I’m with you.”

“Three years ago, you wouldn’t have stopped yelling and crying until you got out of here and got to play with all your toys and friends. Three years before that, you would have thought this was the greatest adventure in the world.”

“It’s called growing up, daddy.”

“Well, I’m grown up and I’m just fine without all the stuff you seem to need.”

“Yeah, but you’re daddy, so you’re different.”

The conversation progressed, slowly changing into two more topics in the course of an hour and a half before the two fell silent, staring up at the ceiling. They laid together for another half hour in the quiet before Jack tried taking his daughter’s small hand into his large one. Jessie pulled away before even thinking.

“Am I not even allowed to touch you because you’re not wearing underwear?”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to pull away.” Jessie’s hand crawled back to her father’s and took a hold of it. “I was kind of hoping you would forget about me not having underwear on too, but I guess that’s just going to keep haunting me.”

“Sorry, sweetie. I wasn’t thinking about it,” he lied, “it just popped into my head right then without notice.”

The two rotated their heads back down toward each other.

“What time is it do you think?” Jessie asked.

“Maybe two o’clock.”

“I think that will be the hardest part. Not knowing the time.”

“Well, we can see the sunlight from under the door, so we’ll know when it gets dark.”

They fell into silence for a few more moments.

“So,” Jack sparked back up, “see any good looking boys in the neighborhood yet?”

“Noo. Daddy…”

“Just asking. We have a lot of time, might as well talk about it.”

“I don’t think right now is the best time for one of those talks,” Jessie complained.

“How about you give me a talk then? Talk to me about stuff you might think I would talk to you about.”

“Like, one of those talks?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you give me a talk? And I’ll listen to everything you say.”

“I don’t know,” Jessie questioned. After a short pause, she started back up. “Um, is there any girls you have your eyes on?” she asked nervously.

“Just your mom.”

“Good. You should keep it that way.” She waded quietly in thought. “Um, do you have any questions?”

“Uh, where do babies come from?” Jack asked amusedly.

“Daddy…”

“Don’t ask me a question if you’re not prepared to hear the answer. That’s a very important thing to learn.”

“Fine… Um, well, when a man and a woman do it, um, when he puts his sperm in her, it goes into her womb where she sometimes has an egg. Uhh, daddy…”

“You’re doing great.”

“Aaah. Well, then, then the sperm fertilizes the egg and a baby starts to grow. It grows for nine months and then it comes out of the girl’s you-know-what. When we get out of here, I’ll give you the book on pollination that you gave me a long time ago, if you want more details.”

“Interesting,” Jack responded. “What’s a you-know-what?”

“Aahh, it’s a, a vagina.”

“Coool.”

“Jeez,” Jessie exhaled.

They went back to silence.

“Are we going to have to lay down for the entire day and a half,” Jack complained.

“Mmmmmmm,” Jessie moaned and then gulped. “We can sit up I guess. Just let me go first.”

Jessie cautiously pulled her body up and scooted back against the wall. She made extra sure the whole time to keep the shirt between her legs. Jack then sat up and pushed himself to the other wall facing his daughter not even thinking.

“Daddy, that’s the worst spot to sit,” she complained.

Jack inhaled deeply. He knew he unconsciously did pick a bad spot for the situation, but still he wasn’t going to take this mood of hers for a whole another day.

He stood up abruptly, startling Jessie, and reached to the button on his khaki shorts. In three seconds, they were falling to his ankles. Then his thumbs dipped into his boxers.

Jessie was too stunned to speak. She saw him pushing his underwear down and instinctively closed her eyes and looked away. Seconds later, she felt them fall onto her legs.

“Honey, they may not fit, but you can wear those. It seems you need them more than me. I have nothing to hide from you, but for your sake, I’ll turn out the light just in case.”

Jessie peeked up momentarily to see what her father was doing and caught his completely naked body reaching up with his shorts in his hand to unscrew the light bulb partway.

The light flickered out and with it, so did all of Jessie’s pride.