1 test run (not an actual title)

I've always been scared of storms, literally always. I can't remember ever not being scared during a storm. It's even worse when it knocks the power off, because I'm kind of scared of the dark too. Its sad being a grown ass woman with such childish fears, I am aware of this. Never the less, what can I do? I can't just magically not be afraid anymore, right? Another fact about me is I'm an over thinker and I tend to over worry and cause myself stress. A real basket case, right? See, I'm truly the person who stresses about stress before there's even stress to stress about. It is utterly exhausting. Even living with my dad, who isn't really my dad, doesn't help. And the fact that I haven't actually been living here for months, I've been playing housewife to an abusive ass, hasn't helped either. I took a deep breath as I patted at my black eye in the mirror, flinching at the pain. I felt stupid for not having seen the signs, I mean they were right in front of my face. Don't worry though, this isn't that kind of story, not really. We fought, he hit me, I kicked his balls, and called my "daddy". Daddy shows up, looks at my face, wipes my tears, sends me to the car, and ten minutes later returns with my clothes. "thanks Aaron! I know you didn't have to come get me, but I really appreciate it." I mumbled as he turned the key. " Kelly, I've told you time and time and time again, I'm here for you. I have your back. I am your daddy. Im not writing you off. When will you get that?" he asks sounding exasperated. I just shrugged and looked away. "You won't be hearing from ass hat again. And I honestly don't think he'll ever hit another woman, after I blacked both his eyes" Aaron said as he threw the car in drive. I silently smirked.

When we arrived at "home" I grabbed my bag and basically did the walk of shame up the side walk to the door. I entered the house, threw my bag down, and headed for the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet I glanced at the sink and gasped. I quickly looked to the trash can and gasped even louder. I hadn't been here in weeks and by the looks of things Aaron needed me more than I needed him. The sink was slam full of dishes, the trash was slam full of take out trays and beer bottles, the table was covered in pizza boxes and beer bottles. It looked horrible. I shivered and then made my way to the freezer, reached all the way to the back, and grabbed my secret stash of wine. I poured a glass and headed towards the bathroom. Which circles us back to me standing in the mirror and nursing my black eye.

I grabbed my wine and slid into the hot bath I had been running and laid my head back against the cool porcelain tub. I let out a sigh of relief as I tried to relax my mind and body. I made a mental note that tomorrow I would clean the house as a thank you for Aaron rescuing me. I also began to think about discussing me permanently staying here, at least until Aaron found a partner or the sense to clean. Now you may be wondering what all this has to do with me being scared of storms, right? Well if I hadn't been so preoccupied with the fight then guilt of my step father having to rescue me, and then the shape of his house, I would have saw the sky outside and heard the quiet rumbles that had started to roll in. So I'm laying in the tub with my eyes closed relaxing and then BOOM! A loud crack of thunder roared through the air. I jumped and my eyes shot open just in time for the lights to flicker and then fade. So naturally I did the only sensible reasonable thing to do at this point. "DADDY!!!!!" I screamed squeezing my eyes back shut. He must have known because he threw the door open in under 2 seconds and was holding a candle in his hand. I had started to gasp for air as the fear settled in just as quick. "hey! No baby, shhh. Its ok I'm right here! I promise. See?" he whispered calmly as he rubbed my face. I opened my eyes as I reached for his arm. His face looked weird, almost pained. "I'm sorry Aaron. I just panicked. Um if you'll leave the candle, ill get out and stuff thanks." I blurted out. He didn't move. His eyes were fixated on my still heaving chest. I cleared my throat and he blinked real fast. "you know princess, all I've ever wanted to do was take care of you. I don't mind when you ask for help. And its ok to call me daddy. You don't have to apologize. But your right, ill leave you to yourself so you can get out of that water before the storm gets worse." He finished setting the candle down. He froze for another second and then cleared his throat. "ill um grab you a towel too." He said with an odd tone in his voice. I stared at him blankly and confused. He swiftly walked out the door and oddly enough slammed it closed. The wind from the door blew my candle out and I was once again alone in the dark.

I hesitated for a moment, waiting to see if he'd return. I sat up looking towards the door hopeful it would open. "daddy! Its dark" I said whining more than I had intended. The door flew open and a flame quickly appeared at the candle. Once the room was illuminated again, I noticed he was smirking. " you did that on purpose aaro…" I froze. He had leaned down near the candle and pursed his lips like he was going to blow it out. "daddy no!" I yelled. "that's better. From here on out you're not to call me Aaron, understood?" he said firmly. I blinked at him but remained silent. Id been calling him Aaron for years, ever since mom ran off when I was only sixteen. Why the sudden change? He leaned back towards the candle and I gasped. "ok daddy I get it. Now can you leave so I can get out?" I asked rather impatiently. "oh! But what if the candle goes out again? I can't have my princess alone in the dark, we better get you washed up really quick." He said in a low voice. I was really getting confused at this point, I mean what was his issue? He was talking to me like I was child and giving me orders. The saddest part of it all was, I actually was rather enjoying it. "hand me the rag pumpkin, let's get washed and then we can go get ready for bed. Its been a long day and this mean storm isn't helping." He said kindly. I blinked at him but my hand moved as if on autopilot and handed him the rag. "ok baby girl, daddys going to wash you now. If at anytime you get too uncomfortable or you just want daddy to stop just say so. Are we clear?" he asked patiently. " yes" I mumbled. "yes what baby?" he asked. "yes…. Daddy?" I responded unsure. He smiled and nodded. "good girl" he said reassuringly and I shockingly smiled at him.

Aaron, now daddy, wasted no time. He grabbed the soap and mixed it the rag. First was my back then my shoulders. He was barely coming down the front of my body and almost teasing me with the idea he would wash my breast. He then moved to my feet and legs, doing the same with my inner thighs. I gasped every time he lightly brushed towards the insides of my legs, a huge part of me hoping he would just touch me. He then moved to my stomach and repeating the teasing gesture at my lower tummy. I had closed my eyes again and noticed I was actually starting to relax. He finally brought the rag to my breast and worked his way from the inside out and took his time on the right one before moving to the left one. At this point my mouth had fell slightly open, and my breathing was a bit heavier. His hands felt so good. Rough but gentle, kind and caring, strange but familiar. It was an odd sensation. He finally decided to go for the home run and my legs just fell open for him. It honestly was almost more instinct than anything else. He slowly moved the rag around my folds, until he got to my clit. His movements turned circular as he slowly and masterfully massaged my pleasure spot. Little moans had started to slip past my lip when he suddenly dropped the rag into the water. "let's rinse off love" he chirped like he hadn't just almost made me come. I batted my eyes up at him and started splashing water over my body to rinse away the soap. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to ask. "Aar…. Daddy, what are you doing?" I asked calmly. "well talk after you get dressed. I'll explain and then you can tell me your opinion. Rinse off, get dried off and come to my room." He replied kindly and then disappeared into the dark.

I didn't hesitate. A small part of me felt like this was fixing to lead to me getting dicked down by my ex step dad, and in all honesty, I think I was ok with that. At least he wouldn't hit me, and while he was older, that just meant he knew what he was doing. Hell it could be the energy off the storm, it could be a whirl wind one night stand that we both needed, and tomorrow we could just go back to being Kelly and Aaron. But I didn't know if I wanted that. Hearing him call me such sweet names. Baby girl, pumpkin, princess I liked that shit. We had never had that type of relationship and I had never known my real father. Just the string of boyfriends my birth giver had had. She met Aaron when I was about 13, he was the only guy who had ever acted like he wanted anything to do with me. They were married right after my 14th birthday and I didn't mind. Aaron was cool, best guy she had ever dated. He treated her with respect, he included me, he didn't glare at me with a creepy look on his face. I was content. I thought things were great, and were actually shaping up to be normal until the morning I was awoken by aaron screaming 2 years later. I ran out into the kitchen to find him on his knees clenching a piece of paper. I walked up to him and he just fell apart. I pulled the paper out of his hands and read the most painful words I've ever heard to this day.

Aaron,

I'm done. I'm not happy, I haven't been in a while. I'm tired of being trapped here with you and that little blood sucking leech I gave birth too. Do something with her. Put her up for adoption, make her get a job, hell pimp her out I don't care. The papers are signed, she's yours. Don't look for me don't reach out for me don't try to find me don't send her after me. You two have a nice life.

Lilly

I had looked at the paper in horror and then quickly left the room fleeing out the front door. I ran down the hill, cut through a yard and ran up another hill to the town bridge. I was starting to climb the railing to fling myself off when arms wrapped around me. After I was sat on the ground I spun around in fury to see who had spoiled my plans. Aarons puffy face was staring back at me. "don't kelly. Its not worth it." He whispered. "why not Aaron? My dad didn't want me, I have no friends, I've never met any of my family. Now my own mother doesn't want me. Why shouldn't I fling myself off this bridge and end the worlds misery now?" I shouted through tears. " because I want you kelly. I love you I always have and I always will. We are a team now. Please don't leave me too." He said with tears brimming in his eyes. I covered my face and sobbed. And that was that. Aaron saved my life. He finished raising me, he sheltered me, fed me, clothed me, the whole nine yards. And now here he was, five years later. Still caring, still looking after me, and apparently wanting to do more than that.

I splashed my body down and quickly climbed out of the tub. Wrapping up in a towel and grabbing my candle I took a deep breath and headed for the door. A few quick steps through the dark, and I could see candle light flickering through Aaron's bedroom door. I gently walked through, holding my towel with a death grip. "so, um, its still dark" I said meekly. Aaron smiled and nodded his head. "yes it is, would you like a shirt of mine for the night?" he asked gently. I nodded slowly and walked further into the room. Aaron jumped to his feet and quickly grabbed a shirt from a nearby drawer. He was in front of me faster than I could blink, his hands reaching for my towel and candle. I gulped as I released my grip on both, my eyes wide with curiosity. Aaron sat my candle on the chest, and then gently started peeling my towel from around my body. He used quick, precise, and gentle movements as he rubbed the remaining water from my skin. When he was content with how dry I was, the towel dropped to the floor, and he pulled the shirt over my head. He guided my arms to the respective entrances and then pull the shirt down over my bare breast. I was nervous, I was scared, I was excited, I was curious, I wanted it to stop because it was strange, but I also wanted more, so much more.

His face was relaxed, happy even. He looked so sure and calm. "are you ok pumpkin?" he asked with a sly smile across his lips. "just… just confused." I nodded more to myself than to him. He chuckled lightly and sat down. As he opened his night stand drawer, he patted the space in front of him for me to sit. I cautiously walked over and slowly lowered myself in front of him. "You trust me right? I mean you should, since I'm the one you always call when you're in trouble" he softly spoke behind me as he pulled my hair tie from my messy bun, allowing my hair to fall past my shoulders. "I mean, yes, of course I trust you. And ill always call you. I mean you're my… my daddy." I mumbled. He chuckled softly behind me as I felt a hair brush touch my scalp and pull through my hair. "I love you Kelly, I always have. I like taking care of you. I mean, someone has to do it. But, seeing you tonight, all laid back in the tub, scared and exposed. It got me thinking." He said as he finished untangling my hair. "thinking what daddy?" I whispered cautiously. "well I was thinking about that idiot laying his hands on you, and all the idiots before him that never seem to know how to treat a lady, and I don't like that. You should be cared for, pampered, hell even worshiped. And that got me thinking that, well, if you're interested, I could do it." He said as he stopped brushing. He held his breath waiting for an answer as I rolled the idea around in my head. "you mean like for now? You'll get me better and send me off? Or I mean what are you saying aar… err I mean daddy?" I asked turning to face him. "I'm saying you would be mine and I would be yours. But we could take it one day at a time, starting with tonight. Daddy will hold you and keep you safe from the storm and kiss away all the bad things that happened earlier. And maybe you would even be interested in finding out what its like to let a real man lay hands on you, the proper way" he said slowly. "so you want to fuck me? After you insisted I call you daddy?" I asked bluntly. "well I am your daddy, just not biologically. So yes in a sense, fuck you. But I'm asking you to let me take care of you, all of you, give you any and everything you need or want. Does that sound like something you would be interested in pumpkin?" he asked softly. I bit my cheek and thought for a moment. "can we start with tonight… daddy and go from there? I really don't want to be alone during this storm and after earlier a loving hand would be awesome." I rambled looking down. "of course, princess. Now come to daddy." He responded excitedly and stretching his arms out. I took a deep breath and climbed towards him, wrapped my arms around his neck and rested in his lap.

He cuddled into me and let out a contented sigh. I thought quickly about the way he was acting and treating me almost childlike, and I weighed my options. Did I act childlike, innocent, and naïve to get what I was pretty sure I now wanted? Or did I act the way I usually would and flaunt my experience? "Daddy? I.." I trailed off and shifted in his lap. "hmm?" he asked raising his head. I twisted around, placing my legs on each side of his lap, straddling him and my face inches from his. "were you serious about taking care of EVERYTHING?" I asked wide eyed. "of course, baby girl. Why, have you thought of something already?" he asked. I chewed my jaw as I thought through my words. "I want to try something then? Ok?" I asked slowly. He only nodded in response. I leaned forward and gently placed my lips on his. His mouth moved with mine as he gently pushed his tongue towards mine. I could feel his cock starting to harden under me, as he wrapped his arms around me. I pushed down into his lap as I continued to wrap my tongue around his. A slight moan escaped from his throat and I pulled back to look at him. "what baby?" he asked breathless. "can you play with me…daddy" I asked dipping further into the experience we were sharing. "if that's what you want" he responded gently. I crawled off his lap and laid beside him, opening my legs to grant him access to my forbidden folds. His nostrils flared and he licked his lips as he stared down at me. His lightly traced over my breast, then my stomach, finally reaching the hem of my shirt. He pulled it up and let it gather under my chin, leaving me completely exposed in his gaze. After a light kiss on the lips, he locked his mouth around my left nipple as his hand traveled down to that sweet spot he had already teased in the tub.