When we got home I carried her in from the car and up to bed where I tried to undress her and change her in to some suitable bedclothes. She flailed her arms at me and objected. I asked her if she wanted something to eat – any soup, spaghetti, anything at all. She shook her head weakly and remarkably for Summer, even declined when I offered chocolate. I didn’t really have a clue what to do at that point. It was my wifes job, she does all those things and knows about sickness and what to do. All I could think was to get medicine but I didn’t want to leave her alone in the house, not when she was sick. The nearest pharmacy was a fifteen minute drive and with the guaranteed wait there and the return journey, leaving my little girl alone in such a state wasn’t an option. I looked through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom but there wasn’t much there, just some aspirin, some bandages, some travel sickness pills. Behind those, my wifes sleeping pills from a bad patch of insomnia last year. The nurse had said that Summer needed bed rest and thus I concluded that the sleeping pills were the best option of everything I had. I figured they’d help her and that she’d be able to rest and wake up feeling fresher. I stirred two in to a glass of juice and sat down on the bed next to her. Holding the mixture to her mouth, I told my poor little baby to do her best to swallow it all and reassured her that it would help. She swallowed willingly and was out like a light within five minutes.
I got her laptop back out and took it to the living room. I meant to finish more work on it, and use it for the Internet access. I really did intend only to get my work completed, but when I tried, I couldn’t concentrate. I kept thinking about what my princess had done and wanting to know if there was more. I looked at her videos again and clicked play on another one. This time she was in her school uniform, dressed just the same as she was upstairs right at that moment, unconscious in her bed. In this recording she was after some sort of rocket emoji and was again happily teasing for it. She flashed a playful grin at the camera as she began rubbing her tiny chest through her blouse. On screen Summer stuck her middle finger in her mouth and sucked on it, just like she’d done with the pancake batter. It occured to me that she had known what she was doing the entire time in the kitchen. She was teasing me, learning to manipulate and control men with their dicks. Trying it out on me, her dad, her own father. It was messed up. One the laptop in front of me, Summer was relentlessly sucking on her finger and sliding it in and out of her mouth. My baby girl stuck her tongue out and made licking motions, like a cat slurping cream, or a whore slurping… Something else. It was a surreal sight to see. I was partly angry, partly saddened, fully turned on and then angrier still at myself for that. I was hard again. Now that I was wearing my jeans my bulbous monster cock felt even more constricted. It was my girl, my little girl, it was messed up. It was wrong. But I was hard.
My cell phone rang again, another surprise. It was Emma this time, calling from Berlin to check in. I stumbled to pause the video, lest she hear our little girl saying outrageous things. I was in half a mind about whether to tell her everything I’d discovered but decided to just keep it off the table for now, and focus on the fact that Summer was ill. I told Emma everything, and that I’d given Summer a couple of her sleeping pills so she should be OK. At this she went absolutely fucking ballistic and her voice exploded down the phone at me. My wife screamed that the pills were too strong, were for adults and reminded me that Summer is just a tiny little girl. Scared, I ran up the stairs with my phone and frantically checked Summer. She was breathing softly, snoring just a little and seemed to be OK. It didn’t stop Emma barking orders at me on the phone to get the thermometer and check her temperature. She informed me in an angry tone as to where the thermometer was and demanded that I stay with Summer and keep a close eye on through the evening and night. If anything went wrong we agreed that I would take Summer to the hospital and call Emma back immediately. When she was satisfied that everything had gotten through, she coldly hung up to go to her next meeting. Her, angry with me? After she gives our little baby a doorway in to the world of being an easy fucking slut? It pissed me off.
I retrieved the thermometer from the first aid kit in the kitchen, and took it with its instructions to Summers room where I sat gently down beside her. I neednt have been so careful as it was evident that she was completely out of it. I scanned the instructions briskly and there were a couple of ways that you could use the thermometer for an accurate reading – orally, or rectally. I opted for orally, which stated that I had to somehow get it under Summers tongue and hold it in place for 30 seconds. I tried to push the tip of the thermometer gently with one hand in to her mouth, whilst attempting to part her pink lips with the other. That didn’t work, as her jaw was firmly locked and her teeth were clenched. I tried then to prise them apart, doing my best not to hurt her but again it didn’t turn out well. I could snake the thermometer slightly in to her mouth but I couldn’t see if, or when, it was under her tongue, or get it in to the right spot. Frustratedly I gave up and read the instructions for a rectal reading – there was no way she was going to complain in the state that she was and I needed to know that she was OK.
The instructions said to lubricate the end of the thermometer with a little petroleum jelly but I didn’t have any lube at all to hand, nor any in the house. The the end of it was already fairly wet from my attempts with Summers mouth, so I figured that’d be enough moisture to get a reading. I pulled down the sheets to reveal her young and lithe, petite body. The short skirt was riding up her ass, her knees bent in to a foetal position as she slept. I carefully rolled Summe over on to her front and hitched the skirt up fully over her round, perfect cheeks. As my little preteen daughter lay there, still in her smart-but-sexy school uniform with it’s folded up skirt and her long white socks… Her hair still in braids that flailed at her sides… Her ass bare and exposed, and the slit between her legs seemingly sealed airtight… She looked every bit both innocent and completely fucking trashy at the same time. My dick had subsided considerably since Emma had called, but I could feel it rapidly swelling again, and along with it the blood and logic disappearing from my brain.
I tried to tell myself that she was my daughter, my angel, my princess, but I couldn’t stop the visions of her swaying her ass and showing off her immature, hairless, prepubescent cunt to the world right here. In this bed. All In exchange for stupid, virtual gifts! She wasn’t just a slut, she was a whore. My little girl is a whore. That’s all I could think as I pressed the tip of the thermometer against her tiny hole and pushed. There wasn’t enough lube, or the hole was just too tight – she is a tiny little thing, my daughter. Every part of her is compact, even for her age. Everything except that glorious round ass. I needed to get it more lubricated and the only way I could think of was to spit on it. Using the fingers of one hand to obscenely spread my babies perfect ass cheeks, I stirred up some saliva in my mouth and spat. It drooled from my lips in to her young, clueless, passed out asshole. The spit gathered in a tiny lake between her cheeks, and in to the centre of that I poked my thick middle finger. I had to loosen her. I was rock hard at that point, the zipper on my fly ready to burst and my mind still flitting between trying to do my best as a loving father, and what a wanton little slut my baby girl was. I half wanted to give her a loving talking to and protect her from all of those bad people online, and half needed to spank her fucking senseless.
The uniform didn’t help. I’ve always had a thing about schoolgirls and most of the porn I’ve watched is schoolgirl porn. I’m attracted to… Innocence and the corruption of it. I’d made my wife dress up in a uniform similar, but never thought about Summer that way. Not until I saw her willingly flashing herself for those likes, and that popularity. Everything in front of me appealed to my darker side, my perverse side, my sick side. I wanted to take care of her, I really wanted to. I never meant to go as far as I did but she was asleep and she wouldn’t know. She wanted it anyway. She’d even said, for those men in the first video I’d watched – for virtual badges. She’d said “Daddy. Daddy fuck me.”
Could you blame me? She’s small, tiny, even tinier compared to my oversized prick. But she’s still got a shape, curves and pink, tight holes. And she was such a tease. There she was, in front of me with everything exposed and available, and she’d never know. Could anyone blame me? It was instinct, it was nature.
I pushed my thick finger in to her ass. As I pushed, I spat some more to lubricate every bit of it. It slid in smoothly and was unbelievably tight. It was so snug and looked delectible. The sight was so fucking erotic. My finger up a tiny little girls rounded, beautiful, uniform-clad ass with those long white socks reaching up to just below her knees. With those piggy tails that she’d put in her hair while she was flashing me, knowing full well what she was doing in the back of the car. With no underwear. She had no underwear on, but she knew she had some in her drawers! It was her fault, the whole situation. She teased men online and she teased me, even while driving. She could have caused an accident. What she really needed was to be punished..She teased people far too old for her, too dangerous. She was playing with fire and she was in front of me with her ass cheeks spread and my finger knuckle deep in her puckered little starfish, with it’s babyfresh elasticity.
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