"Goodnight mom, goodnight dad," Sophie said as she kissed her parents goodnight, first mom then dad.
"Goodnight sweetheart," her mom said, tears in her eyes. "I can't believe you graduated already!"
"I know," she said, shaking her head. "It went so fast."
"Baby, we're so proud of you," her dad said, smiling appraisingly. "We'll be sad to lose you next year when you go to college, but it's for the best."
"I love you guys! Thank you for the party."
"It was our pleasure," daddy said. "We could not be happier with you, Sophie baby. You've amazed me so much. You deserve everything you've earned.
"Thank you daddy," she said. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too, you don't know how much."
"Well, I'm going to bed," Sophie said, hugging them again. "Goodnight."
"Night, baby," her dad said. "Sleep well."
Sophie walked upstairs into her bedroom smiling. She was 18 years old and finally done with high school, free from the tedium of classes at last, with a whole summer ahead of her to look forward to. Her parents had thrown her a nice party that day, and been the proud, kind people she always knew they were.
Sophie undressed for bed, hanging her sundress up in the closet. She used the bathroom and dressed in her white cotton panties and a simple white nightdress before washing her face and combing her dark blonde hair. Smiling at herself in the mirror, Sophie found that she liked how she looked. In middle school she never thought she was pretty, but now she realized she was. A sweet, young face with gray eyes, tan limbs and an athletic build, she was definitely fortunate.
Yawning, Sophie left her bathroom and climbed into bed. After saying her prayers, thanking God especially for her mom and dad, Sophie turned out her light and went to sleep.
Only a few hours later, Sophie stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, and finding the room to be still dark, resolved that something on the street must have woken her. She was about to go back to sleep when she heard a rustle.
"Oh... oh yeah baby..." A man's voice moaned quietly through a whisper beside her.
Sophie's heart thudded in her chest. There was a man in her room! Frightened to let the intruder know she was awake, she opened her eyes only a fraction of a slit and turned her head to look towards her desk chair. She saw a man's silhouette sitting there. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes were not yet adjusted to the dark and she did not dare move an inch more.
"Oh yes baby... Oh Sophie, daddy's gonna fuck you... daddy's gonna fuck you so good..."
Sophie barely stifled a gasp. She recognized the voice; her father was in her bedroom! And... those things he was saying! She couldn't believe it! The kind, loving man from earlier that day, who had never so much as made an inappropriate comment, was saying those filthy words. She could not believe it. Her eyes began to slowly adjust to the dark, and she heard the soft sound of something brushing together. Her father continued to whisper under his breath, and she was positive she was not supposed to hear. Still, straining to catch each word, she listened out of terrible curiosity.
"Oh, god... what a little slut you are... you're gonna be daddy's whore, yes you are... I'm gonna fuck your little virgin cunt you little tease. So innocent now, but daddy's gonna make you his fucktoy...."
She strained her eyes, but lest found it too dark to see any more. She heard the brushing sound increase dramatically, accompanied now by a soft thwap, a low grunt, and then her father let out a sigh.
"My little angel," he whispered, and then stood and walked out.
Sophie lay there, unable to believe what she'd heard. Her father, her sweet father! She had never imagined him having thoughts like that, let alone about her. It was terrifying!
...And yet.
She could deny that her heart beat wildly out of horror and a tiny bit of exhilaration. This was so forbidden, so new. She'd never heard of fathers speaking of their daughters this way.
It was too much. She would keep it her secret, and never ask daddy about it. He would probably be embarrassed, the poor man.
"Good morning daddy," Sophie said the next morning. "Where's mom?"
"Still sleeping," he said, smiling and giving her a hug. Try as she might, she could not feel anything but fatherly love in it. "How did you sleep my dear?"
She blushed. "Well," she lied. She had been unable to fall asleep for hours after daddy left, too worked up and confused. "You?"
"Beautifully," he said with a smile.
"Good good."
She searched his face, but saw nothing new there. "Alright. Well, I'm going to go to work ok?"
"Have a good day sweetie!" he said, smiling and kissing her on the cheek.
Sophie grabbed her purse and her waitress' apron, a puzzled look on her face, before heading out the door.
That night, she readied herself for bed in much the same way as the previous night, but now her breath ragged with anticipation. Her stomach twisted in excitement, but she was not sure if she was terrified or exhilarated.
Last night could have been a dream, she knew. A filthy, horrible dream. But... there was something about the memories of the way she felt the blood rise to the surface of her skin, the sound of her father's voice, and her heart beating like a drum that led her to believe that it was in fact real.
I'll see if it happens again tonight, she said. Then I'll know.
She climbed into bed and shut her lamp off, and began to wait. Her parents went to bed much earlier than she did, but she had no idea what time her father had come in the night before. She waited for what seemed like hours before she drifted off to sleep.
Her eyes opened in the morning light, and at first did not remember her plan. Then she cursed herself—she'd fallen asleep! Had her father not come, or had she just missed it? There was no way to tell. He had been so quiet the night before; it was a wonder she awoke at all.
She rose from her bed and looked around the room for something amiss. The only thing she wondered about was her desk chair. It faced her bed, pulled away from her desk. Hadn't she vacuumed yesterday? She remembered putting it back under the desk. Still, that was no indication. She may have moved it without thinking.
All day, her father behaved kindly and lovingly as usual. She and her parents went to a movie and dinner, and her father did not even seem to notice her tight miniskirt or tiny crop-top. If he had, he hid it very well. Her mother made a point to scold her for dressing so provocatively, so Sophie knew her outfit was suggestive, daddy just didn't mention it. How frustrating!
She wasn't sure if she was dressing to tempt her father, or if she just wanted confirmation of his desire. The whole affair had seemed so dreamlike that she still did not know if it was real.
"Goodnight Soph," her father said at nighttime. "Sleep well!"
