Part One
Well, as most of you know, I am 14 now, I live in the U.S. with my daddy
and 12-year-old little sister. Our mom died back in France seven years
ago and we moved to the U.S. three years ago. I was 11 and my sister was
9 then. We both sleep with daddy now. When Moma died we both slept with
Daddy because we were afraid he would die too. After a few weeks my
sister started going back to her own bed, but I liked sleeping with my
daddy because he would cuddle up to me and make me feel safe.
But after a few more weeks my little sister asked me why I didn't sleep
in my own room.
We have a 4-bedroom house. So Daddy made sure I went to bed in my own
room from then on. But I would get up in the middle of the night, when I
knew my sister was asleep, and jump in bed with Daddy. Daddy said that
was ok as long as I went back to my own room by 6am. By the time I first
noticed my daddy had a hard on, I asked him what it was in his underwear
that stuck straight out. He told me it was his pee pee, and the reason
it got hard was because he would dream about Mommy at night and it would
make him horny. At 9 or 10 I had no idea what horny meant so I just
pretended to and that was that for then. Some nights I would notice his
hard pee pee rubbing against my leg or ? and I liked it. But it took me
a long time to tell Daddy how worm he made me feel.
One night he was rubbing it against my tummy and it was all hard again,
then he started moaning and saying my name, "Nikki, Nikki, I love you."
Then a bunch of gooey stuff ended up on me where is pee pee had been.
In the morning, I asked him what it was and why he was moaning and
calling out my name? He was to embarrassed to talk to me for three days.
Finally I got him to talk about it. Now, remember, at the time I had no
idea what sex was.
So he told me just how babies were made, this meant nothing to me of why
I woke up all wet, nor why he was calling my name that night. So I let
it go again. The next night the same thing happened all over again. It
was about 3am and it woke me up. So I woke him up, and showed him my wet
tummy, and asked him about it again.
This time he leveled with me. He told me that when a man gets horny it
means he wants to have sex and his penis gets real big to do so; then he
told me that the sticky stuff that came out of it was his love juice or
baby juice. This confused me too, so he went on to explain it to me so I
could understand better.
Now that I kind of knew what was happening, I asked him why he was
saying my name? This seemed to upset him though, so I let it go for now
too.
A couple of nights later it happened again. This time I wanted answers
from him. I woke him up and demanded he tell me why he used my name.
Well, he did, do I need to tell you any more?
He told me that since Mommy died he has bean lonely and now, after
several years, he had fallen in love with me like he had loved mommy. He
told me he loved my little sister too. But not like me. I told him,
"But, Daddy, I am only eleven now, not thirty-three like him." He told
me age makes no difference when you love and desire someone like he does
me.
I asked him what desire meant??
Boy did this throw him for a loop. He told me that he would explain it
to me when I got older.
This was all I could get out of him then.
After about two months I got really curious of what boys looked like,
having no brothers, and only seeing my daddy in his underwear, I asked
him one night after it happened again. He told me that he would show me
his if I wonted him to. Wow, finally my day had come.
To be continued.
I will write more tomorrow.
It's time for my bath now.
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