Mindy

You awaken to the sound of your door opening. “John? Are you awake?”

You groggily open your eyes. “Mindy? Is something wrong?”

She slips into your room. The one that you shared with Lisa…

Shut that thought down.

“No, John, nothing is wrong. I just couldn’t sleep, is all.”

You sit up and gesture Mindy over to the bed. “Sit down, then, and tell me what I can possibly do about it.”

Mindy perches at the edge of your bed. You feel a little self-conscious, being only in your boxers. Luckily, living with three daughters easily allowed you to kick the habit of sleeping nude.

“John, I really miss Mom.”

“I do, too, kitten. Every day.”

The girl hesitates. “I know that, John. But it wasn’t until dinner tonight that I saw how much. Sometimes I feel a physical pain in me, and I thought that you didn’t. I… I’m sorry.”

Mindy is crying. You instinctively pull her to your chest. “No need to be sorry. I’ve been trying to be strong for you girls. I’m glad I managed it. But now you need me less.”

You soothe Mindy’s hair as she cries into your chest. Strangely, you do not feel like crying, but just want to comfort the girl in your arms. You continue to stroke her hair and back, allowing himself to cry herself out.

“Mindy, I know this is poor comfort, but we have each other. It’s what your mother would have wanted.” If Lisa was still around…

Shut that thought down.

Mindy snuggles up to you even closer. “I know, John, and you’ve been wonderful to us. Thank you so much.” Her breathing is more even now. She is calming down. Her face tilts up to you, and you look at the gorgeous smile on her face.

She lifts her face up further bringing it closer to yours… and kisses you, shyly.

You pull back in shock. “Mindy!”

She pulls back a little, but somehow maintains her hold of you. While you were not paying attention Mindy managed to get her legs and arms intertwined in yours.

“You’ve done nothing but sacrifice for us, even before Mom died. It’s only fair that you get some repayment.”

You really look at Mindy for the first time, in a way that you have not allowed yourself to ever do. Her dark hair hangs past her shoulders, covering the back of the white T-shirt she is wearing. It is obvious from the pointed protrusions in her shirt that Mindy has not opted to cover her modest breasts with a bra. She is wearing a pink and white pajama bottom with hearts on it. The whole ensemble is topped (bottomed?) by her bright pink socks. “Mindy. Are you absolutely sure…?”

The girl hesitates, but only briefly. “I am.”

You kiss her. Having already entwined herself around you, you are not sure how she can be closer to you, but she somehow manages it. You kiss her, losing yourself in her presence, trying hard not to think of how wrong this is. Your hands move up to her breasts. You pinch and squeeze, trying to be gentle and perhaps failing.

“John,” the girl moans into your mouth. You move to her ear to nibble in the way that Lisa used to like. Mindy sighs and guides one of your hands to her crotch, as she slips her other hand into the open crotch of your boxers. “Oh,” she purrs.

You take off Mindy’s T-shirt and slide her pajama bottoms along her delicious body. Your daughter now sits in front of you, naked and willing.