reader is purposely dumbified*
I have known my step father almost my whole life, ever since I was 13. I am 21 now, well into my junior year of college.
He has been my biggest supporter ever.
When I asked ma to let me study Art History, she refused saying that it had no relevance, no value in the real world.
But George stood by me and convinced my mother to let me study whatever I wanted. He has always been so caring and loving toward me.
Even at the age of 21, he doesn't let me go anywhere by myself and insists he drives me to places. He says that he can't trust the people around me.
He is so sweet , always making sure I eat well, sleep on time and wake up on time.
He brushes my hair, makes me breakfast every morning and helps me get dressed for college.
Sometimes he watches me in the room as I get changed.
He says, "it's ok Daisy. All daddies wait for their princesses to get ready. It's all normal."
He makes me sit on his lap at times especially when we are watching a movie together.
"Come baby. Come sit on daddy's lap.", he says, patting on his thigh.
I don't think much of it and go sit on his lap. He wraps his hands around my waist and pull me closer to his chest.
"Relax princess. All princesses sit on their daddies laps.", he assures me.
I relax and start paying attention to the tv screen not too long before I start feeling his hands roam across my body as he nuzzles his head into my neck, humming softly.
I feel my body heat up and breath quickening. I feel something grow hard underneath me which I simply couldn't understand. So I decide to ignore it.
His hand moves down my legs, right where I was starting to feel icky and wet.
"Do you trust daddy?", he coos into my ear.
I could feel his hand over my princess parts, rubbing me gently, the ickiness making my brain go all fuzzy and I nod.
And he keeps doing it until he turns off the tv and says it's time for bed.
I never thought of telling all this to my mother as she remains busy almost all day in the hospital where she works as a nurse.
Besides, as George says it's all normal. That's how close all daddies and their princesses are. He loves me and cares for me. He looks after me when I need him the most. And tonight was no different.
"Baby.", I hear George's voice from the bathroom. "Mommy called me. She said that she may have to stay a little longer in the hospital. She asked me to put you to sleep. Go ahead and change into your nightdress and come here."
I nod and do just as he tells me. I quickly slip into my camisole and shorts and head over to the bathroom, stepping forward cautiously as George pulls me gently by my shoulders.
"Open.", he says softly.
I part my lips open and he pushes my toothbrush into my mouth, brushing my teeth for me.
"My sweet little girl.", he hums, his other hand hooked under my chin, angling up my head.
I smile through the foam in my mouth, feeling warm with his appraisal.
