The windshield wipers slapped back and forth in front of Paul Anderson's face as he cursed to himself about the terrible weather. It had been raining hard for several hours and the prediction called for heavier storms to blanket the area for at least two more days. He raised his knee under the steering wheel as he fussed about in his jacket for his cell phone, and punched in the numbers for his house.
"We're sorry. All circuits are busy now. Please try again later." he had gotten that message from the cell system all afternoon.
He cursed again.
Turning again to driving, he had to slam on his brakes and swerve to avoid running into the back of a delivery truck. His heart rate rose to match his stress level, and he tried to focus his eyes on the slowing traffic ahead to take his mind off of Jenny. Although Jenny was nearly nineteen years old, she was still his little girl, and she was alone at home. He wished that Alice was there to comfort her, but it had been nearly a year since the accid…
A truck passing the other way ran through some water in a low spot in the road and washed out his view through his windshield in an instant, jerking Paul back to the present. It had been a storm like this and a road like this that took Alice from his family in a moment of distraction. Jenny had been driving and she and Alice were fiddling with some stupid music CD stuck in the center console compartment of the car, and when Jenny looked up it was too late. Jenny still hates storms. She was alone at home and the night was not getting any more peaceful.
Paul finally neared his driveway and punched the button above the mirror to open the garage door. Nothing. He pressed it again. Still nothing. He knew that the power was down all over the city, but he mentally willed the lifeless electrical lines into operation. The electricity was still not responding. He got out of the car and was soaked to the skin in seconds as he dashed to the front door. He fumbled his keys trying to open the front door and water sheeted off the roof and ran down the back of his neck just as Jenny opened the door.
"Oh, Daddy! I'm so glad you're home!" Jenny put her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, nearly knocking him backwards into the front yard.
"Hi Princess!" he said as he moved them both into the dark house. "You okay?"
"The lights went out about an hour ago, Daddy, and I've been in my room. You know how I hate storms like this."
"I know, baby." Paul said as he took off his jacket and hung it in the hall closet and started to sit down to take off his soaked shoes.
"Don't sit there, Daddy!" Jenny suddenly warned. "You're all wet and you'll ruin the couch! You stand there and I'll get your robe."
Jenny bounded up the stairs but returned only a few moments later with Paul's slightly shabby old burgundy robe. Alice got it for him for his birthday several years ago, and as he took the robe from Jenny's hands he might have sworn that it was Allie standing there holding it out to him. Paul dismissed the thought, blaming it on the dim lighting and the stress of the afternoon drive. He stepped into the guest bathroom and stripped off his soaked clothes, and wrapped the robe around himself. He gathered up the soggy pile on the floor and stepped out of the bathroom and dumped the mess on the laundry room floor, and went into the living room to see about building a fire in the big stone fireplace to take the chill off the evening, since it was going to be cool tonight because of the storm.
As he was stacking some oak logs onto the cheery fire, Jenny came in with a bag of marshmallows and two roaster sticks. "I've always loved toasting marshmallows with you, Daddy." She said, and Paul could see that her mood had improved considerably now that he was home. She sat down cross-legged in front of the fire, and Paul looked at her lovingly. She had sat exactly like that in front of countless other campfires since she was two or three years old, and always knew, just knew, that her Daddy would put the marshmallows on her roaster stick without her even asking him. He smiled to himself and stuck two fat ones on the end of the stick.
"Thanks, Daddy." Jenny said as she stared into the mesmerizing flames.
"No problem, Princess." Paul replied, and he reached out his hand to stroke her hair.
He sat back to look at his daughter. Her face was lighted by the dancing firelight, and she was beautiful. He wondered when she had grown up, amazed that it seemed to have happened overnight. He figured that she must be about five feet eight or so, since she was a little taller than his chin. She had her mother's figure and was charmingly shaped although a little plump by fashion magazine standards. He didn't really intend to look at Jenny's breasts, but she was wearing her pajamas and no bra, and her breasts moved inside her pajama top as she turned her marshmallow stick. He studied their shape and size, imagining how heavy they might be. Surrounded by the thought of his daughter's breasts, Paul Anderson realized that his cock had begun to swell.
Jenny suddenly pulled the marshmallow out of the fire and turned toward him, and Paul's mind suddenly filled with a mixture of emotional thoughts. He was simultaneously ashamed at himself for having entertained those thoughts about her and wondered if Jenny had noticed him looking at her, while he was captivated by the beautiful young woman that sat before him and enthusiastically held two oozing, melted marshmallows out toward him.
"I wanted them to be hot and just right for you, Daddy." Jenny said as her eyes sparkled in the reflected firelight. Paul thought of Jenny's breasts and wondered within himself if her double entendre was intentional or merely coincidental.
He reached out and pulled a gooey marshmallow from the roasting stick and sat back to relish its warm sweetness. He shut his eyes against the turmoil inside his head and thought back to earlier innocent years when Jenny loved to ride on his shoulders as Alice reminded him to be careful. He smiled contentedly and opened his eyes again, fully expecting to see Jenny as a little girl with a lost tooth or maybe a portrait of him done in crayon. He was not expecting what he saw. Jenny was staring at his cock!
His robe had come open, probably when he reached for the marshmallow, and his manhood was fully but unintentionally displayed. A sudden rush of adrenaline caused Paul's mind to race involuntarily and, although it took less than two seconds to close the robe over himself, he saw Jenny's reaction in every detail. He saw her eyes widen in surprise but there was no doubt that her eyes were also filled with fascination. Amid the maelstrom of thoughts, Paul tried to decide if he should say something or pretend the incident had not happened. He decided to speak, but fumbled the appropriate words.
"I – I - I'm sorry, Princess." He muttered. "I didn't realize…."
"Its okay, Daddy," Jenny interrupted. "I didn't baby sit all those years without changing diapers on baby boys, you know." There was a nervous tension in Jenny's voice that Paul had never heard before.
"But I'm not a baby boy." Paul said, instantly wishing he hadn't said that.
"You sure aren't, Daddy!" Jenny giggled. "That's a whole lot bigger than any I've ever seen before!" Jenny blushed visibly in the golden firelight at the realization of what she had said, because she thought back to something that happened at school a few years earlier. There was a boy in her Algebra class that she thought was kind of cute, and she tried to get him to notice her by walking in front of him as he passed between classes. On one particular day she was hiding behind a pile of rolled-up wrestling mats as she waited for her prey to appear, and she overhead some of the guys on the football team bragging about the size of their cocks. Jenny was embarrassed to hear their dirty talk but knew that she couldn't get away without being discovered, and she had no idea what the guys would do. As the guys continued their talk she became unexpectedly curious and moved a little to try to see what they were doing. She peered carefully around the pile of mats and saw one of the guys from the side. He had taken his cock out of his jeans and was stroking it, proudly showing it to the others. Jenny hoped that they wouldn't notice her, but couldn't take her eyes away from what she saw. A couple of the other guys recoiled and jeered at the guy holding his cock, but Jenny saw that a couple others nodded approvingly. Their varied reactions were only another item in her long list of reasons to find males to be so very different than what she understood. Suddenly, the doors opened at the other end of the gym and the guys hastily split up. Jenny slipped into the mix of students moving through the gym and the incident was over, but Jenny had difficulty trying to forget the image burned into her memory.
Paul wrapped his robe around himself more securely and reached out to Jenny. Tears of embarrassment had welled up inside her brown eyes and she looked desperately vulnerable. He didn't ever want his Jenny to ever feel vulnerable. That night with Alice riding in the car made her feel responsible for that tragedy.
"No harm done, Princess." Paul said, just as a brilliant lightning flash cut into their little world, instantly followed by the sharp crack of thunder. Jenny was immediately terrified and rushed toward Paul. Instinctively, he took her in his arms and held her close.
"It's all right, Princess. Daddy is here and I'll protect you." Paul said soothingly into her ear. She was quivering in his arms and snuggled into the crook of his elbow as he held her shoulder and cradled her head against his chest. He paused for a moment, not knowing where to put his other hand, and decided to stroke her hair in hopes that it would calm her.
"I love you, Daddy." Jenny said, as she relaxed a little in his arms.
"I love you too, Princess." Replied Paul quietly.
Paul gently rocked back and forth a little, cradling Jenny in his arms. The storm still beat heavily against the windows, but it seemed safe and peaceful inside as they sat wordlessly near the crackling fire.
"Let's toast some more marshmallows, Princess!" said Paul cheerfully.
Jenny turned a little but stayed nestled safely against Paul's elbow as he plucked a marshmallow from the bag and started to spear it onto the roasting stick. As he turned the marshmallow in his fingers he noticed how much, although much larger, it felt like Allie's nipple. Paul kneaded the marshmallow in his fingers, remembering the feel of her and thought about how much she liked him to hold her breast in both hands and draw her nipple deep into the back of his mouth. She always said that there was a nerve that connected her nipples to her clitoris.
"Daddy!" Jenny interrupted. "What are you doing to the marshmallow?"
Paul hurriedly skewered the marshmallow onto the tip of the roasting stick and swung it to be just above the glowing coals at the bottom of the fire place. "Sorry, Princess," he said "I was just thinking of your Mother"
"I know you miss her a lot, Daddy," Jenny turned serious. "I miss her too. I don't know how to be a woman and I always expected that mom would help me out with that."
"What do you mean, Princess?" Paul asked, startled by Jenny's statement.
"I...I…I don't know anything about love, Daddy. No, that isn't right because I know you love me a lot and you'd do anything for me. I don't mean that. I mean…oh…this is…just forget it, 'kay?" Jenny stammered to explain herself.
