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?"
