I turned off the water and helped her out. Her eyes were on my cock again, but once I got her wrapped in a towel, I started to soften. I wrapped myself in a towel too to hide my shame. She seemed to come to her senses once it was out of sight.
“Daddy, I need to brush,” she said. “My mouth tastes like cum and cock.”
“Oh, yes, of course. I may as well too.”
We both stood at the sink and brushed our teeth. I kept one hand on her lower back, gently holding her waist in case she fell.
“You’re looking a little steadier,” I said, rinsing my mouth.
“I think so,” she said, spitting and rinsing too. She wiped her mouth and turned to me. “Daddy, I’m really sleepy. Could I stay in your room with you tonight?”
“My room?”
“Yes. I don’t want to be alone, not in my room. I’m scared to be alone in there.”
“We can switch beds if you want, sweetheart.”
“No, I want you to stay with me. I don’t want to be alone.”
“Ah, all right,” I said. Of course, it wouldn’t be right to leave her alone after all she’d been through. “If that’s what you want.”
She took my hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
“Don’t you need to put on some pajamas or something?” I asked her.
“Oh, I guess. Can you pick out something for me? Just panties and a tank top?”
“Don’t you want to get it?” I asked.
She shook her head with a frown. “Don’t make me go back into that room, Daddy.”
“All right.”
“Check the top drawer of my dresser. Just don’t go looking in the others, okay?”
“I wouldn’t do that,” I said. “Go ahead and wait in the bedroom. I’ll be in soon. I want to lock up.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. Out she went, wearing that towel tight around her chest, her thighs thick at the bottom.
I went to the living room first, still wearing my towel, and went to the door and locked it. I glanced at the mess in the living room. There were five beer bottles. Each one was almost exactly half empty. The popcorn did not look eaten so much as spilled everywhere. The television had been left muted on ESPN. Something about the scene didn’t set right with me. If there were four guys and my daughter, who I had caught drinking on three separate occasions, would there not be many empty bottles, snack bags, and knowing teenagers, at least one spilled beer?
I glanced in the trash before I threw away the popcorn and the beers. Nothing in there. I cleaned up the rest of the living room best I could when I heard my daughter call out to me.
“Daddy?” she said from the bedroom. “I’m scared and lonely. Aren’t you coming?”
“In a minute, babygirl,” I called back. “Just cleaning up a little.”
“Okay, hurry! I’m in bed under the covers.”
I’d forgotten I had to get her clothes. I pictured her there, in my sheets, nude. I tightened my towel around my waist, turned off the lights, and stopped into my daughter’s room, looking around at the mess on the bed. I didn’t want her to have to see this again. I pulled off the sheets, but then I paused, looking at the dried cum.
I’d seen a lot of dried cum in my day, and hell, since I’d already scooped it out of her pussy, I decided to touch it. It was still creamy, not hardened and crusty. I thought again that it looked like lotion, but that would be crazy. I pulled her sheets off the bed and balled them up, along with the pillowcases. Then I looked at her clothes on the floor: panties, a skirt, and a t-shirt. No bra? I looked all over for it, but I couldn’t find it. I didn’t see any other clothes either. I stepped across the hall and opened the closet beside the bathroom, tossing the sheets and clothes into the washer.
“Daddy?” Karla called.
“Hold on, babygirl,” I called. “I wanted to throw your sheets in the washer.”
“Don’t worry about that. Please come to bed.”
“One minute, sweetie.” I threw some soap in and turned on the washer.
Back in her room, I checked the top drawer. It was easy enough to find a tank top and a pair of panties. I avoided the thongs. I wanted to find her a pair of shorts too. I opened her other drawers but couldn’t find any. I pulled open the bottom drawer.
“Daddy, what’s taking so long?”
“Just hang on, kitten!” I called. “I’m looking for panties and a tank.”
“Come here, please! I’m scared.”
“On my way,” I said.
I paused, just as I was about to shut the bottom drawer. I moved aside a couple pairs of jeans, and there I saw a dildo. I reached out it. It glistened in the light, still wet and white. It was covered in cum, or lotion, or something. I didn’t have to wonder what it was covered in for long. When I took another glance in the drawer, I saw a bottle. I took it out with my other hand and read the label: Kinky Kum, with a tagline: “A Realistic Looking Cum and Edible Lubricant for All of Your Wettest Fantasies!” But that wasn’t all. In the corner was an extra hand cuff key.
“What the fuck?”
“Daddy?” Karla called.
I put everything away, the key, the dildo, and the Kum, and closed the drawer. There was a bit of Kinky Kum on my fingertip. I licked it. It was sweet.
She was a liar.
I was in a trance as I walked out of her room, holding her tank top and panties in one hand, my towel in the other. I came through the doorframe to my bedroom and saw her there. The blanket was up to her chest, the towel on the floor. She smiled at me.
“There you are,” she said with a pout. “You left me alone for so long. After everything that happened, how could you?”
I stared without saying anything.
“Daddy? Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I said, clearing my throat, finding my voice. “Here you go.”
I tossed the panties and the tank on top of the bed. I turned my back to her and opened my dresser.
“Daddy?” she said.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Can I sleep naked?”
“Huh?” I said, turning back, still holding my towel at my waist.
“It’s my pussy,” she said, frowning at me. “It’s so swollen from all the fucking. I don’t want to wear panties with it like this.”
“Oh, really?”