So much had been happening in the world, events no one could have predicted. Sakura woke up in the middle of the night, a bit anxious, and coming back from the bathroom she heard her father moaning from the dark of his bedroom.
She was only wearing her little babydoll nightie that hung loosely over her, the one her boyfriend bought for her that only came down to just below her bottom. The one he told her made her look so hot and sexy he wanted to fuck her every chance they could. She wasn't wearing panties either, just like he liked. She felt a little wash of horniness float through her thinking about him, his cock, how she'd sucked him the week before in the car after class.
The nightie was so lightweight and thin it sort of tented out around her, airily swaying with her movements her so aware of her full jostling breasts which made her feel especially naked. As quietly as she could barefoot she made her way down the dimly lit hall to her father's open door to check on him, just to peek into be sure he was alright.
Leaning into the darkness Sakura couldn't see a thing. She was worried about him with her mother off with relatives, her siblings all asleep and her the oldest at nineteen she wasn't sure what she would do if her father was sick. It was two o'clock in the morning, who could she call. Her father moaned again.
Peering in, the room was so dark even squinting she still couldn't see a thing. Her eyes played tricks on her, a hazy optical bright spot as she strained into the darkness.
She heard what sounded like her father's legs sliding around under the covers, him moaning softly; she thought he must be feverish, worried he'd gotten the same flu her grandparents had gotten after the terrible tsunami months earlier.
She could hear him breathing loudly from the direction of the bed, and that's when she heard him say her name.
He was speaking very quietly, whispering really, murmuring softly "Mmmmm, Sakura, babyyy, good girl."
Her father called her his lil baby all the time, and she admittedly loved it when he called her his good girl, feeling lighter and charmed. She wasn't sure what he was dreaming, but he was talking in his sleep and given that the flu was going around, her immediate thought was he must have a fever.
She wanted to check on him to be sure he was all right, but she didn't want to turn on the overhead light. Afraid she might trip over something, or run into the bedside table, she very quietly took that first step into the dark of her parents bedroom and tiptoed toward where she knew the bed was by memory.
She was aware of how soft the pile carpet was under her bare feet, the cool air under her nightie, her bare sex, her nipples tingling being touched almost fondled by the thin fabric she thought to herself, thinking of how her boyfriend had touched her, her breasts tingling and hot.
Taking small pensive steps, her hands out in front of her feeling her way into her father's room she thought he was really breathing hard just as Sakura heard him whisper her name again under his breath.
She heard him say, "Mmm, Sakura, lil baby, yessss, Daddy's ... " and then inaudible, his words infused with his shuddering breaths.
She imagined he must be sweaty hot with fever to be talking in his sleep, and dreaming of her, calling her his good girl in his sleep, he must need her.
She softly bumped into the bed with a little "oh" and heard her father startle. The room was suddenly so quiet.
"Daddy?" Sakura asked as softly as she could, "are you awake? Are, are you, okay?"
There was a long pause before he answered, his voice sounding as if he'd been asleep, as if he was out of breath.
"Sakura? Um, yes, baby. What are you doing up, baby?"
Sakura could hear her own voice outside herself in the total darkness.
"I got up to use the bathroom. Do you have a fever, Daddy? I came to check on you, I heard you moaning. You ... you were saying my name."
There was another long pause.
"Uhm yes, baby. Daddy has a little fever, but it's okay, baby. Go back to bed, sweetie, thank you for checking on me though, baby."
"Can I help, Daddy?" Sakura asked a little more urgently than she intended into the darkness. Her father just a few feet away, suddenly feeling so intimate she put one knee on the bed and reached out feeling for him in the dark, to feel his forehead.
When her fingertips touched her father's warmth, she thought he did feel a little feverish. He was sweaty.
"Daddy, I think you have a fever. Can I help you feel better, Daddy?" she asked worried as she crawled further onto her parents bed so self-consciously naked under her nightie. She was glad it was so dark in the room.
She felt her way to her father, in the middle of the big bed and kneeled next to him, her knee touching his side, and turned toward his voice in the dark. "Can I bring you some water, or something, Daddy?"
"That's okay, baby" her father whispered also feeling for his daughter in the dark. "Thank you for thinking of Daddy though, baby" patting her leg.
His voice was so different being right there but not being able to see him. There was something so secretive, so gentle, just the two of them whispering in the pitch dark of the room, and being in the middle of the night, just the two of them the only ones awake, her mother away, made it even more so.
"I should stay with you, just to be sure you're okay, Papa." She didn't want to go back to her room. She wasn't sure why exactly. With her mother gone she liked spending time with her father. She felt more grown up, more his friend than his daughter.
Sitting there with her father, her naked under her babydoll nightie, she felt practically naked just as he lifted his arm to touch her shoulder and assure her, and by accident his hand grazed the underside of her breast, both of her breasts swaying under her thin little nightie, and Sakura sucked in a breath at the electric touch.
Her father's sudden touch made Sakura hold her breath for a second the surprise and feeling reverberating through her, her father's hand touching her there, so unexpected, on her breasts, the feeling of his touch, steamy, warm, tingling through her.
"Are you sure, Daddy? Should we take your temperature, or something?" She did worry, her grandparents had gotten very ill, enough so her mother had gone to stay with them.
Her father rubbed her bare thigh, his hand so warm on her skin, thanking her for being so concerned about him.
"I love you, Daddy, I want to be sure you're okay, if there's anything I can do" she paused, "to help." Even as she said "to help" Sakura wanted to feel her father accidentally touch her breasts through her nightie again. She didn't want to go back down the hall to her room. She wanted to feel that feeling again, the one already spreading through her, that warm buttery feeling she got when she touched herself at night alone in her bed. That shivery nice tingling sensation she got when her boyfriend first kissed her.
"I love you, too, baby" her father's voice resonating through her from the dark, "I'm okay sweetie, but if you want to lay here for a while with me you can" his hand again accidentally brushing across her full swelling hot breasts, and again, a few times, before he rested his hand on her arm as if he couldn't see her in the dark.
Sakura reasoned he didn't know he touched her breasts, and thought, maybe if she leaned forward he'd do it again by accident not being able to see her.
She felt her nipples tingle and harden there in the almost silent dark of the room, naked under her nightie right next to her father her rationalizing he didn't realize what he was doing, that he wouldn't touch her like that, there, not on purpose, that she'd have to lean forward, by accident too.
She felt excited being in the total darkness of the room with him like this. The dark, not being able to see each other made her feel uninhibited, thinking how her father had accidentally touched her breasts, how he couldn't see she was naked under her nightie. He didn't know it was making her feel so sexual, that it was making her breasts tingle and ache.
"You were talking in your dream, and breathing really hard, Daddy" Sakura whispered out suddenly needing to fill that space between them laying her hand on her father's chest to see if he was sweaty there, too. She felt him react to her touch, tighten, and then relax. She was expecting to feel his pajamas, and instead her hand touched his bare chest, and Sakura felt a quivering heat between her legs. She felt the touch run through her, right up her arm into her breasts, her nipples hardening. Her warm hand on her father's broad naked chest, skin on skin, his chest rising and falling like he was out of breath. His heart was still beating fast. His chest hair between her fingers was so soft, his heat under her light touch in the total darkness felt so tender. It was so dark they couldn't see each other, so Sakura left her hand resting lightly on her father's chest; it was like a lifeline in the dark, her hand on her father's bare skin.
Feeling his heartbeat reassured her. It made his voice closer, made her feel more connected to his presence there in the dark. Without being able to see him but hearing his whispering voice made Sakura feel special kneeling there with her father on his bed in the dark. She felt a tingling warmth between her legs, in her belly, and she wanted him more and more to accidentally touch her breasts again.
