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Sneezing, coughing, sniffling, you name it, I've probably already soiled forty tissues with it. A white, blank, almost mesmerizingly empty ceiling right above me served as my own personal television for the last half hour whilst I stewed in my own rotten misery. Either too sick, or too lazy from being sick to get up from my bed and watch something on my actual TV, I'm not entirely sure.
My only solace is that someone from my family is coming over to my apartment today to give me some provisions so that I can weather this shitstorm in a far better manner than whatever it is I'm doing right now.
[Doorbell rings]
That must be them. Please hurry dad, sis, uncle, aunt, whoever you might be. I don't think I'll last long without any assistance at this rate.
"Heeyyo Manya, how're we doing today?" Preceding the visitor himself was a familiar and jolly voice that quickly put a grin on my face the second I heard it. It's Dad, putting on the biggest, warmest smile one can muster as he finally enters my room.
"Hey, Dad.." I croaked out, trying to give him the same kind of smile.
"Ohhh, what would you do without me. How long have you been sick for?"
"The other day... maybe I caught something on the way home from class, I'm not sure..." Dad places his hand on my forehead, to which his face scrunches almost instantly.
"You're on fire. Rest easy for today, Papa will take care of you." I swear my eyes lit up as soon as he uttered those words. It's been a long while since I've heard it from him, and although he's not a perfect person, to me and my sisters he's nothing short of the perfect father.
For the next hour or so, Dad diligently tidied my place up, did some of my laundry, gave me some pretty strong cold meds, and made some lunch for the both of us to have later while I rested comfortably on my bed, already feeling a little better and not just because of the medicine he gave. After doing all of the aforementioned chores, he checked up on me again, placing his hand on my forehead with a semi-concerned look.
"Temperature seems to have gone down. How're you feeling?"
"A whole lot less crappy, yeah." He let out a chuckle hearing that. "But those meds kind of.... augh, made me super drowsy.... *yawn*"
"Ah-ah-ah, don't fall asleep. We're gonna be having lunch in a few."
"But daaaaad... "
"Tch tch, young lady, no. Unless you want me to force you to stay awake~" The look in his face changed subtly after he said that last bit. Though I instantly knew what he meant by this, I remained hesitant, what with me being rather ill and all.
"Haehh? B-But I'm...."
"Then please, stay awake, sweetie." Right on cue, one of my eyes fell closed and immediately had quite the trouble keeping the other open. Dad saw this and promptly reached under my blanket where his hand makes a beeline for my crotch.
"A-Ah, wait no, Dad...."
"Mm-mmm, got to do what I got to do to make a stubborn daughter listen~" His hand made soft, circular motions on my pussy, protected only by a thin pair of panties. He immediately found where my clit was and promptly made it his mission to stimulate it as much as possible through the fabric. Though my weak hands gripped his wrists in a feeble attempt to stop him, in reality I was on board with this just as much as he was. It's been quite a while since me and him had a 'fun' time together after all.
"Still the fast-wetter, I see. Stay awake, my dear Manya~" I felt him push my panties' crotch to the side, where he promptly stuck a finger inside my already drooling pussy. Though I let out a soft but audible gasp, my eyes remained closed, so Dad wasted no time fingering me rather vigorously despite my fevered, drowsy state. All because he didn't want me dozing off.
"You're burning up here too. It kinda feels like lava~" Off my blanket goes along with my panties, which are now rolled all the way down my ankles.
One finger became two, then quickly turned into three, which then quickly turned into Dad fingerblasting me feverishly with four digits while my cold-ridden throat could only muster up weak and hoarse grunts. A master at hitting my g-spot like nobody's business, it didn't take long for him to make me squirt like a fountain.