“Well, honey, you were quite drunk when you got home and you threw up a couple of times, so I had to wash your dress out. After you changed into your nightie, you asked me to rinse it, and gave me your dress and panties. Looked like you’d had a bit of an accident too”. She lowered her eyes with shame and embarrassment, “I’m sorry daddy, I shouldn’t have expected you to do that for me”. She was so apologetic about everything.
“Don’t worry about it honey, that’s what dads are for” I said in my best endeavor to be parental and reassuring. “we’ve all had experiences like that… and it was better that you were with me so I could keep you safe”.
“so you’re not mad at me?” she asked politely.
“No, not in the slightest… it probably won’t be the last time come that you drink too much, and I have to help you out… come have a coffee, I’m pretty sure you need one”. With that I poured a coffee and handed it to her, inviting her to sit at the table with me. She grasped the cup in both hands, somewhat shakily.
“So how did I end up in you and mum’s bed?” she asked again.
“Don’t you remember honey? I suggested that you’d better sleep in our bed because I didn’t want you throwing up in the night and choking. I wanted to keep my eye on you to make sure you would be safe”.
MJ mulled over my reply before seeming to accept it.
“I love you daddy” she added
“I love you too honey… I’m glad you enjoyed it, but we’d better keep this as a secret between you and me”.
MJ clasped the warm cup in her hands and took a sip, nodding her agreement.
“Can we go to the pub again before mom gets home?” she asked, pleading with her somewhat bloodshot puppy dog eyes… “I want to play darts again”.
“Maybe, sweetheart, maybe” I replied, my voyeuristic mind venturing into forbidden territory again.
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