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 I went back there with a heavy heart, not wanting to deal with all of the
work ahead, but, knowing well that I had no other choice.  It was up to me,
to go through all of the things, to make the choices that had to be made.
So many thoughts raced through my mind as I drove into town that day, most
of them dealing with what had to be done, and how quickly I could
accomplish it all, knowing I had a million things waiting at my own home
when I returned.

   I pulled up in the driveway, just sitting there a moment.  The shock
really hadn't really subsided yet.  It was all so sudden, one moment,
everything was well in the world; the next, I was getting a call saying
that I was an orphan.  I know it seems stupid, I was an adult after all. 
Ok, so, I was nineteen, I wasn't really orphaned.  But, I had lost both of
my parents in an accident that should have been avoidable.  Taking a deep
breath, I exit the car, and move toward the front door.  Looking over to my
right, seeing Sera's home, feeling strength from it, I turn and walk over.

   Sera was my best friend, we spent almost all of our time together.  It
was rare to see us apart, going there was almost like going home.  Out of
habit, I just walked in, one of the nice things about a small town, people
rarely locked their doors.  I think I must have shocked Sera's father, at
least a little, but, it was a quick recovery, and in moments I found myself
wrapped in a warm comforting hug.  I knew I was procrastinating, when I sat
down for a snack with you, but, I needed this last one moment of normalcy.
Before I left, you assured me that Sera would be home over the weekend to
help with anything that was needed.  I gave you one last hug, and turned to
go, stopping in my tracks, as I heard you call out "I be over later to
bring you dinner, can't have a princesses starving on my watch." Sera and I
had always dreamed of being pampered princesses, spending the days playing,
shopping, and eating chocolates.

   Entering the home of my childhood, I became wrapped in memories.  I
figured that the safest room to start in would be my own.  I began going
through the various boxes in the closet, finding silly memories around
every corner, thinking that my pile of kept items was not getting much
smaller.  I spent most of the afternoon going through old notes and
letters, trying to remember the drama that sent me reeling and running to
Sera for comfort.  Finally setting aside that box, I reach to the next, and
find myself looking through old clothes, wondering why those were kept.  I
grinned pulling out the cheerleader uniform, remember the months of
practice, hours of tears, and joyous celebration that carried us into
getting the uniforms.  Looking around at all the work done, and what still
needed done, I couldn't resist, I had to do it.  I pulled the shorts and
tank top off, throwing them carelessly to the bed, before pulling on the
small skirt and matching shirt.

   Walking over to the mirror, I turn slowly, appreciatively.  I had filled
out since freshman year, and the top was snug over my full breasts, pulling
it up slightly, leaving almost an inch of bare flesh between the hem and
the small skirt.  Turning around, with a small wriggle of hips, remembering
the fun of fully pleated skirts, knowing that normally the snug uniform
shorts would hide most everything, but, the small white g string I was
wearing beneath, allowed a glimpse of the full round globes of my ass.

   Turning quickly, as I hear inhaled breath, eyes are shocked wide open.
Feeling breath finally return, seeing Sera's father standing there, holding
pizza.  `Hello, Daddy...  You scared me." I walk over and give you a quick
hug.  "Ahhh, you spent hours creating this amazing meal, didn't you?  You
shouldn't have." I tease, and rush by, going to grab drinks from the
fridge. I am back in a flash, to find you waiting there, looking around at
the mess I have created.  "I thought you were going to be cleaning today?"
you question.  "Well," I try to stall for a good answer, "I did, but then I
started going through old notes, and bric-a-brac, and just kind of got lost
in those memories." I was rewarded with a shaking head and murmured tsk-tsk
sound.  Grinning, I grab a piece of pizza, hoping to change the subject,
sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning back against my bed.  As you sit
across from me, you began catching me up on current events around town. 
Not that much ever happens around town, but, it was fun for a bit.

   In what seemed minutes, hours had passed.  I wasn't quite ready to
sleep, but, knew that I didn't want to continue on the project.  So, we
walked back next door, grabbing my suitcase from the car, figuring that a
slumber party weekend with Sera would be a blast.  After getting settled
into Sera's room, I changed into my long sleep shirt, and walked back out
to find you mixing a drink.  Turning to me, you ask, "Would you like one,
princess?" I ponder for a moment, thinking that perhaps it might be the
only way to fall asleep tonight, "Yes, Daddy, that would be great."

   Flipping through the channels, I found a movie I hadn't seen, and curled
up on the couch, smiling up to you as you handed off the drink.  Taking a
sip, I close my eyes, and try to relax.  I watch a bit of the movie,
feeling a bit tired, as I lean to your shoulder, relaxing, enjoying the
soft caress of your hand along my arm.  So natural the feeling of sitting
here, relaxing with him.

   Startled, as I hear you whispering, waking me, teasingly asking how I
enjoyed the movie.  Knowing that I missed most of the movie, I nibbled on
my lip a moment, and decided a grin was the best response.  "Well, I
suppose I better go to sleep, tomorrow will not be any easier, I am sure."
I say as I begin to rise.  Feeling you rise with me, and guide me down the
hallway, pausing just outside the door to Sera's room.

   Turning I look to you, smiling.  "Thank you for being here for me,
Daddy. I couldn't have imagined sleeping alone there tonight." Reaching up,
I move to hug you tightly, offering a soft brush of a kiss.  Feeling the
strength of your arms around me, I stay lingering in the hug perhaps longer
than it was meant.  I lean my cheek to your chest, feeling the caress of
your hands along my back.  A soft whispered sigh escapes my lips.

   "Well, tomorrow will be a long day," I say, "I better get to bed now." I
enter Sera's room and throw on one of those all purpose t-shirts to sleep
in, and crawl into bed.  I laid there for what seemed forever, tossing and
turning, thoughts that did not want to end.  I did not think I would sleep
at all that night, finding myself shocked when the alarm sounded, waking to
the scattered thoughts of dreams that linger on the fringe of
consciousness, but are not to be remembered.

   I shower and dress for the day.  I dress in the chaste black dress,
leaving my hair down, hanging almost straight.  I bring out the small
veiled hat and my shoes, putting them by the door, before wandering into
the kitchen looking for something for breakfast.  I heat water for some
tea, and make some toast, hearing you enter the kitchen just as the kettle
sounds.  "Perfect timing, Daddy, good morning to you," I say, handing off
the plate of toast I had ready.  I put in two more pieces of toast, and
prepare two mugs of tea.  Bringing it all over, I sit with you at the
table, trying to come up with conversation, but, my heart is too heavy
today.  We sit in silence for the better part of an hour, but, as close as
we are, it isn't uncomfortable.  Hearing the chimes sound nine o'clock, you
look to me, and take my hand, helping me to rise from the table.  I knew I
might not have the strength otherwise, and smiled to you gratefully. 
Looking in the hall mirror, I place my hat; and stepping into my shoes, I
walk with you to the car.

   I know at some point more than impressions will be left of what passed
that day.  But, the pain of my parents' passing still couldn't be fully
excepted; to admit that the funeral attended was theirs, would have been
too much to bear.  As per their wishes, no one was invited to the funeral;
I would host a memorial over the weekend.  But, throughout it, you were
there supporting me.  Giving me the strength that seemed to have vanished
from the moment I woke this morning.  I thank the priest that presided, and
walk to sit on the nearby bench for a few moments.  Burning all images to
my mind for later, when I might be able to better handle such emotions and
remembrances.

   I rise up and take your hand, walking back to the car with you in
silence.  The drive seemed to be over in moments.  I am still silent as we
walk into the house, walking straight to Sera's room, changing immediately
into clothes that are as bright as possible, hiding the blackness far back
into Sera's closet.

   Turning from the room, I walk out into the hallway, and find you waiting
there.  I step into your arms, needing that strength from you once more. 
Standing there for a few moments, before stepping back and looking to
you... "What was that you always said?  Something about, it will never get
done if you never start?  Well, I better go tackle another room.  I see you
at dinner, Daddy."

   I let the stress and anxieties of the day get worked out with pure
exhaustive effort.  I found myself standing in the middle of the kitchen,
almost boxed in.  Only one box carried back to my bedroom; containing
special pans, my placemat from childhood, and the small carvings that were
always in the window over the sink.  Everything else was packed carefully,
labeled meticulously, and stacked in an orderly fashion, dependent on
whether to be donated or just gotten rid of for good.

   The kitchen was darkening, marking time for dinner.  I let the room fall
behind me, and returned to the house next door.  Bounding into a kitchen
filled with mouth-watering scents, trying to peek into the pots on the
stove, feeling the light smack of a wooden spoon upon the back of my hand.
"Now, princess, you know better than sneaking looks into what is being
prepared," you say, looking at me sternly.

   Grinning impishly, I just look to you, "yes, Daddy, of course, what a
bad girl, I am." I cross over to the fridge, and grab a drink, jumping to
sit upon the counter.  I had always loved to watch you cook; there was an
art to what you did.  I could cook delicious meals, of course, but, it was
never quite the same.

   The wonderful smell filling the room as you dish up the plates, each one
distinct, but, knowing that will not truly give clue to what is prepared; I
do not try to hard to decipher the possibilities.  Instead, I set my drink
down and set the table.  You are thankfully not trying to fill the silence
in the room, knowing that we do not need empty conversation.

   Sent to the table, I await the unveiling of the meal, smiling as you
bring it over.  Seeing a bit of everything that I have loved; everything
from homemade bread and spinach salad, to beef and vegetable stir fry, with
chocolate pie for dessert.  Enjoying every bite of the meal, we rest a
moment, before I get up and clear the table.  Carrying it all to the
kitchen, I see it was left pristine.  You always did teach to clean up your
messes as they are made.  I start the water, placing it on the stove to
heat, as I wash up the dishes.

   Carrying out the mugs of tea, I offer one to you, and suggest another
movie.  We sit down to the movie, I find myself curled into your side, the
time slipping away, still in companionable silence.  Just enjoying the
strength that you seem to give me.  As the movie ends, I rise up, and take
the mugs out to and wash them up, before coming in to tell you good night.

   You walk me down the hall once more, stopping just outside Sera's room.
You wrap me up in your arms.  I can't let go this time.  I can't be alone
right now.  That struggling fear is in me, of being all alone, dismissed,
lost, forgotten.  "Please, Daddy, just come stay with me until I fall
asleep?"

   You walk into Sera's room with me, sitting on the bed as I change into
my sleep shirt, brushing out my hair, and going to brush my teeth.  I
breathe a sigh of relief, as I see you still sitting there.  I crawl into
the bed, and thankfully, you lay down beside me, brushing the hair behind
my ear.  I do not know how long it took for me to fall asleep, but, you
stayed there holding me throughout.  The feeling of safety, of love was
overwhelming; it was exactly what I needed today.  You were still there
holding me, as the sun crested the horizon.

   I knew you needed to work today, so I got up and made a small breakfast
for us.  I had to tackle my chores once more; there was only one day left
before Sera arrived home.  I had set my goal to have it done before she
arrived, to be able to afford the time I knew we would spend together.  I
set your breakfast at the table and went in to wake you, before I took my
shower.

   I flipped my hair up into a ponytail, throwing on a pair of shorts and
tank top; the day promising to be warm, I chose comfort over all else.  I
found you in the dining room eating.  I walked over, kissing you softly on
the cheek, "Thank you, for last night, Daddy." You smile to me, giving me a
mild reproachful look as I swipe a piece of your toast.  "Well, I am off to
finish today.  I will see you for dinner tonight?"

   "Of course, I should be home around six." You reply.  Nodding, I take a
sip of your tea.  "Don't worry, I will grab more to eat later, just needed
a quick something." I answer to the look that warns of a lecture on poor
eating habits, the importance of breakfast, and all those things.  I head
out the door, before the lecture can actually begin, smiling throughout the
very short walk.  My emotions change the moment I walk into the door of my
childhood home.

   I work like a madwoman through the day, only taking a break to arrange
for the various pickups of items that I have sorted.  All of them will be
arriving at scattered times through Monday, if all goes as planned.  I
spend the day so driven, trying not to think of the `why' of what I do - I
just do it.  This focus seems to have energized me into finishing.  I walk
through once more, ensuring all is ready.

   Seeing the time, I rush back across the line, wanting to have dinner
ready for you.  Kneading fresh dough, I make fresh pasta, rolling it out
flat, I cut out hefty rectangles, filling them with various cheeses and
small bits of sausage.  Cutting up tomatoes and fresh basil, stewing it a
bit, as I add various other spices.  I cook up the ravioli and sauce. 
Setting the table, I have everything ready for you return home.





   I look up to you, seeing something in your eyes, perhaps what is
mirrored in my own.  Not quite trusting that words would not break the
moment, pressing higher onto tip toes, letting my lips press more
insistently to yours.  My tongue tempts your lips, almost holding my
breath, wondering what your reaction will be.  I don't dare take my eyes
from you.  I can't break the bond that is forming in that gaze.  I must
share the need that is building without words.

   Letting one hand trail down your arm, linking fingers into yours, as you
respond to the kiss.  Feeling the intensity of the kiss grow.  Awe filling
me, as feelings seem to grow, responses never brought calling within me. 
Using the hold upon your hand, guiding us to your room, kiss broken long
enough, for a soft whispered plea....  "Please, Daddy, let me sleep in your
room tonight?"

   I think you trusted your voice, even less than I did just moments
before, only nodding in return.  Knowing that I wanted nothing more, as we
enter your room, I do not lose contact with you, not wanting you to deny
what is about to happen.  I try to calm the ever so slight shaking in my
hands, sliding along the broadness of your chest as I lift your shirt from
you.  My hands reach to the first button on your jeans, one of your hands
covering mine, as the other tilts my head up to you, hearing the question,
"Princess, are you sure?" I smile confidently, the feeling of something so
perfect filling me.  I move to continue unbuttoning your jeans, helping you
from them, taking the tight boxer like shorts from you at the same time. 
Eyes widen seeing you there, naked, seeing the reaction to me, proudly
reaching toward me.

   I dare a touch to the rigid flesh, as I rise.  I step back a half-step,
reaching to remove the snug tshirt.  I reach behind me to undo the clasps
on my bra, nibbling on lower lip as I do, feeling a small smile reach my
lips hearing you inhale appreciatively.  Feeling a momentary braveness, I
pull my shorts and skimpy g-string from me.  I stand there, giving you a
full view of my bared flesh, stepping to you with more bravery that I truly
felt.  I lean to you for another kiss.

   I feel you turn me sideways, your forearm reaching behind my knees,
lifting me into your arms.  You carry me, and lay me across your bed. 
Starting at my feet, your kisses are placed tenderly, along cream-toned
flesh.  Small fingers of heat spreading from everywhere your lips touch. 
Your lips only touch briefly upon the smooth flesh of my mound, a small
lifting of my hips at this intimate kiss.

   You do not stop there though, the kisses continue along the tautness of
my belly.  Teasingly, your teeth close upon the small hoop at my belly
button, tugging it, before you look up to me, "Princess, did Daddy say you
could pierce this?" You see the light blush to my cheeks, the intended
reaction I am sure, before continue the slow kissing tastes of my flesh.

   Your tongue slowly traces my left areola, the circles becoming smaller
and smaller, as flesh tautens and darkens, finally your lips close over the
hardened nipple, sucking it into the heat of your mouth.  My hands close
into the darkness of your hair, holding you to me a moment, before you
gently guide my hands back to the coverlet.  Once both are placed back
down, you attentions shifts to the right of the pair.  The soft moans
giving every indication of the pleasure that rushes through me.

   Laying yourself along my side, you lips continue the tracings, your
fingers taking the opposite direction, moving to the softness of nether
lips.  Your lips close onto mine, as thick fingers touch for the first time
the silken wetness of hidden flesh.  The kiss muffling the sounds that rise
within my throat.  I feel the hardness of your shaft pressing against my
hips moving in the first steps of the dance, a rhythm I had not felt
before.

   Tenderness in every touch that is placed.  Slow circles pressed along my
clit, feeling the hunger building in my center.  My hand tries to guide you
to lay above me.  Knowing this is something that must be, needing it so
badly.  Perhaps the look in my eyes, gives the answer to the question
forming upon your lips.  You kneel between my thighs, leaning in to kiss
me, as your hand teases the thickness of engorged head, wetting it in the
slickness brought by your touches.

   You break the kiss then, wanting nothing but our shared gaze, as you
first slide within me.  Slowly at first, tightness surrounding your cock,
you slide back before inching forward once more.  The tease of such
slowness almost torturous.  Suddenly you stop, buried partway within me,
realizing what I had not told you.  Knowing now, that you are the first
ever to feel this, that you are the first to make me feel this.  "Princess,
are you sure?" you ask.  Still partially contained in the silken heat of my
core.  I look up to, breathily whispering, "I have never wanted anything
more, than I want this, Daddy."