Little One laid in her bed and looked at the night shadows through her window. The wind seemed louder tonight. She thought about the amazing week that had just passed Her bed at the Home seemed very far away and a long time ago. Life with Daddy had become a routine, but with something new everyday. Little One had taken over all the house keeping duties. Daddy never had a maid or house keeper. He was very happy to let Little One do the laundry and other cleaning. The work that had been so tedious at the Home, sorting and folding laundry, now seemed fun. Little One loved to put Daddy's underwear and socks away. It made her feel very close to him, when he was gone. Little One felt like she was playing house, but with a real house and a real man.
Daddy enjoyed cooking for both of them, so he continued to do most of the kitchen work. Little One made certain the kitchen was clean and ready when Daddy came home in the afternoon. Little One spent a lot of time, each afternoon, picking out the clothes she would wear when she met Daddy at the door. Daddy seemed to like short skirts and dresses.
When Little One heard Daddy's car in the drive, she ran to the door and waited to hear his key in the lock. Some days, she put her hand inside her panties and ran a finger through her slit to catch a little of her cream and rub it on her wrists. Little One loved to see Daddy's eyes flash when she reached up to hug his neck and he caught a hint of her fragrance. She would sit on a stool and watch him chop and mix to prepare the meal, always something delicious, better than she had ever tasted. Little One cleaned up after dinner, while Daddy watched. When Little One bent over to put something away she expected to feel Daddy's hand caress her bottom. His big hand was warm and gentle, moving across her panties and always ending with a quick pinch. Little One would spring up, spin around to meet Daddy's kiss. Daddy's neck was scratchy by the end of the day. Little One loved the feel of his short whiskers on her cheeks.
When the kitchen was finished Daddy and Little One sat on the couch in the parlor. Little One and Daddy would talk until bath time. Daddy told her many stories about himself and Little One would tell about growing up at the home. When it was bedtime, Little One and Daddy went upstairs to Little One's bathroom for Little One's special bath. Daddy's strong hands washed her gently down her back, over her breasts and belly, always ending the same way, Daddy's skilled fingers pressing and rubbing Little One until she felt a wave of orgasm whip through her. Little One masturbated several times a day, always after folding Daddy's laundry, but her solitary orgasms were small and hollow compared to the feeling of Daddy's wet fingers in the bath.
This evening she fell asleep with her head on Daddy's arm. She awoke in Daddy's arms, halfway up the stairs. There would be no bath tonight. Daddy laid her gently on her bed and tucked the blanket under her chin and kissed her goodnight and she quickly fell asleep again. Some time later, she awoke. The night sounds of the house were different. There were new and strange noises in the dark. The wind was moving the trees outside her window and the house creaked and popped. Little One thought she could feel the floor move under the bed. The howling outside the window was a high pitched scream. Little One heard something knock at her window but could not see anything against the black night sky. She sat up in bed, holding the sheet tight, staring at the dark frame.
A flash of lightning lit up her room. A boney hand clawed at the glass. Little One jumped from the bed, tangled in the sheet and threw her door open as thunder rattled the house. She tumbled into the hall and against the opposite wall. The sheet was wrapped around her shoulders and when she tried to get up, her elbows were on the sheet and she was held to the floor. Little One screamed and rolled onto her back, trying to escape the sheet. The hall light came on and Little One found herself lying at Daddy's feet, his cock hanging down above her head. Daddy dropped down on one knee and helped her sit up on the floor.
"Little One, what's wrong, Did you have a bad dream?" Daddy asked.
"Something is trying to get in my window, Daddy." she cried. Daddy heard the slapping at her window and stood up to turn on the light in her room. A slender tree branch whipped in the wind, striking the glass.
