An afternoon nap

You blink your eyes, struggling to see in the dimly lit room. Twilight creeps in through Karina's single window, barely enough for you to see her sleeping form beside you. You must have fallen asleep too, you realize. How long? Judging by the setting sun, at least a few hours. You gently pull your arm from underneath Karina's head, careful not to wake her. Your thoughts wander to George, and your role in his ****. You try to feel sorry, again, but you don't. You begin to think you're numb, numb to everything, but you feel a warmth in your heart as you look down at Karina. No, just a numbness towards him. He deserved what he got.

"Leaving me already?" Karina asks, her voice groggy and laced with sleep.

"Sorry, dear. I thought you were still asleep."

She slides out of your arms and sits up against her bedroom wall, wiping sleep from her eyes. You join her, and she rests against your shoulder with a familiar sigh. You don't say anything.

The two of you sit there for some time, until only the faintest traces of sunshine are able to pierce the interior of Karina's bedroom. She turns on her overhead Christmas lights, finally allowing you to see her. Her eyes are puffy, and her blonde her is a mess. But a calm, sleepy smile is on her face. She returns to your shoulder and wraps an arm around your waist in a semi-hug.

Again, you don't say anything. You don't know what to say. After earlier... what happened... what could you say to her? You have no words that can heal her pain. Fix what happened to her.

She draws circles on your chest with her fingers, her eyes locked onto the indentions her nails press into the fabric of your shirt.

But she is still your baby girl, and you want to help her. To find those words. To fix what happened.

You grab her fidgeting hand in your own and intertwine your fingers together. You raise the back of her hand to your lips, plant a soft kiss on it, then rest it against your neck.

Karina turns to face you. The sight of her now, compared to the vision she was the night before, with her puffy eyes and flushed face, sends your heart into a tumultuous fall.

But she is still your baby girl, and you want to help her. You stroke her cheek with your other hand, and look into her eyes, past her dried tears.

"Karina, you know I love you no matter what. Right?"

A weak smile tries to take hold, but it falters, leaving her with a lopsided smirk. "I know," she says, and averts her eyes, pulling her cheek from your touch. "But I don't know why."

"Karina, dear, you are the most important person to me on this planet. Beautiful, smart, and kind. My daughter. It would be impossible for me to love someone as I love you."

Her head twists to meet your gaze, and you see a faint shimmer in her eyes. A forewarning of tears to come.

"But... I'm damaged. I'm used. I... I tried to make you be with me, to forget that. To replace it. But I can't forget it. Can't replace it. And neither can you. You know the truth now, and I know you won't want me anymore."

You're surprised at her words at first, but then you see the logic behind them. Of course, she feels this way. How many **** victims come out of their trauma feeling like a valid, discrete person? None. They feel abused. Used. Worthless. You want to slap yourself for not recognizing Karina's thoughts sooner. You could have invalidated her fears this morning, before you ever left. Before you did that.

"That's not true. You're still Karina, the light of my life. No matter what has happened, or what will happen, that is always true," you say.

She averts her eyes again, her voice downcast, and says, "I don't believe you."

You feel the intent under the question. She doesn't believe you still want her. And isn't there any easy way to disprove that? To show her otherwise? But is fucking with your daughter really the best thing for her right now?

You pause, uncertain.

"I thought so," she whispers, and you see a tear trickle down her cheek.

No, it may not be what's best for her, but you can try. But you need to show her you want her, value her. With a plan in mind, you turn her head back to you, your fingers perched on her chin, and draw her to you. You lean in, your lips meeting hers in a warm kiss. "I do want you, Karina. I want all of you." Your lips depart from hers, blazing a slow trail across her cheek, onto her ear. Against her ear lobe, eliciting a whimper, then down her neck. "I want you," you repeat. Your tongue draws faint circles on her skin, her collarbone, then her chest.

You pull Karina into your lap, resting her against your chest, and support her back with your arm. With your other, you slowly pull the straps of her wife-beater down. Then her bra. You make sure to do everything slowly, to give her a chance to stop you. She doesn't.

Your cock hardens in your pants, and pokes into her rear where she sits on it. Your lips return to her chest, while your free hand begins to explore underneath her tank top. Her eyes are closed, with a faint smile on her lips. You struggle to move her bra out of the way, to get at her sensitive nipples, until she pushes your head away. You stop, worried she is upset, but she gives you a pointed look. She pulls the tank top overhead, then unclasps her bra and throws them onto the floor. Without waiting for your next blunder, she pulls her sweat pants off and tosses them beside her other clothes, leaving her in only a pale pink thong.

"I want you," you say again, as she settles back into your lap, her shoulder leaning into your chest and your arm behind her back. She smiles again, seeming to recover from her stupor, but says nothing. Your lips find their way back to her breasts and onto her nipples, resuming their journey southward. A faint whimper escapes her lips as her head rolls back, and you smile.

Maybe this isn't what's best for her, but it does seem to be helping.

You slide her off of your lap, onto her back, and rest her head on her pillow. She looks at you with dull eyes, still not full of the luster you're used to seeing, but her normal smile has returned. You shuffle to sit between her legs, then lean down onto her to kiss her again. Her lips are more animated now, more eager. They push back against you, and her tongue parlays with yours. You smile into her lips, happy to see the change in her heart.

You lower yourself to her chest, take her other nipple into your mouth, and caress it between your tongue and teeth. Karina whimpers again, her eyes now closed, and her smile growing. You tease her other breast with one hand, while you slide your other down her abdomen and onto the soft mound of her pussy. Slowly, gently, you pull aside her thong. You wait for her to stop you, but you know she won't. Not now.

You dip your finger into her oasis, her sex already soaking and quenching around you. The sensation brings back memories of the prior evening, of the tightness of her slit around your cock, and your explosion inside her.

Your lips drift down her abdomen, your tongue drawing circles across her skin and eliciting giggles from your daughter. She runs her fingers through your short hair, her other hand intertwining with her own. To your surprise, you feel her push you down, further, between her legs. You follow, easily, leaving a moist trail behind you as your tongue leads the way.

Once again, you're face to face with your daughter's beautiful pussy. Her smooth, lush lips. Her soaking, wet hole. The pink, puckered flesh of her asshole.

Her small, barely visible clitoris peeks at you from beneath its hood, drawing you in.

You slide your tongue against her labia, then between them. A weak moan escapes Karina's lips. You strike her clitoris, and her moan turns to a whimper. Her warm thighs press into your ears. Her hand grabs tighter onto your hair. Your tongue continues its dance, circling and gliding against her clitoris, lower, into her hole, then back again.

You continue your game for some time, your daughter only growing wetter, her moans more fervent. You push her harder, increasing your speed, your pressure. You feel her pussy tighten around your tongue, as you try to explore the inside of her wonderful hole. Then she is pulling you away, up, back to her lips.

You meet her in a passionate, warm kiss. Her tongue immediately strikes against yours, as she presses her pussy against your cock and grinds against it. The sensation is nearly overwhelming, and you have to fight the desire to thrust into her. "Daddy, show.." A wet, soft kiss. "Me..." Her words, broken by a whimper. "You want me," she finishes, the words coming out in a warm gust. "Make love to me," she says, as she pushes you off of her chest and meets your eyes.

You see the need there. Not the desire. The need. The fact that your daughter needs your help, right now, and has given you an avenue to do it. To help her.

Without answering her, you slide out of bed, pull off your shirt, then your pants, followed by your underwear. Then you are between her legs again, and she wraps her arms around your back. You feel her nails dig into your skin as the head of your cock presses against her entrance. Unlike last night, you take it slow. You rejoin your kiss, distracting her, as her subconscious mind grinds against you.

Your cock finally aligns with her pussy, and you press in. Her lips freeze, and she inhales a sharp breath of air. You savor the feeling. Your daughter, wrapped around your cock, her eager cunt tight and hungry A smile is on her lips. You open your eyes, your kiss forgotten for the moment, and look into hers. A light is there, one you haven't seen today.

It brightens as you slide further into her, your cock filling her womb, until it is a burning lust that you recognize all too well. Like a switch has been flipped, your daughter's lips lunge at yours. Eager. Hungry. She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you further in, and presses your chest against hers.

"Oh," she moans, her words a faint draw of breath in your ear.

You slide out of her, but her legs pull you back in. Your eyes meet hers and lock in a lover's gaze. You slide out, then are pushed back in, harder, faster. You match your daughter's desire, increasing your pace. Her whimpers turn to steady moans, and you feel an orgasm building. Harder, faster. Soon, you're thrusting into her with abandon, trying to give her everything you have to offer, and she has to bite her pillow to prevent the noises her body is forcing her to make.

Her mouth opens in a silent, feral scream, and you feel her pussy tightening and constricting around your cock. "Oh, Karina, " you whisper, as the forbidden sensation pushes you beyond your limits, and you fall onto your daughter, your cock exploding inside of her, pumping her full of cum.

Her arms and legs still wrapped around you, she purrs. "I believe you now," she whispers, and holds you tighter. You lay on top of her, your semi-hard cock still inside of her overflowing pussy.