Happy Ending to a Tragedy
By Patience Bryce
Copyright 9/2001

They walked into the house exhausted.  It had been a long,
mind-numbing day.  Dust and uncommon smells clung to their skin
and clothing.  Daddy could only hope that tomorrow would bring
the news they had been searching for.  Eerily quiet for some
time, he told his daughter to go get a bath that this would help
her sleep.  Watching her slowly mount the stairs, he felt as
though his heart was breaking for the girl. She appeared lost,
and in shock, like the hundreds, thousands of others they had
passed today.  They must have walked miles, most of it in circles
it seemed, searching for an answer among the confusion.  None was
given to them, and they finally had to accept the fact that they
had to head back home.  Daddy promised her they would start out
again early in the morning.

Daddy prepared himself a glass of wine, and stood at the bottom
of the steps listening.  But all was quiet.  Too quiet.  No sound
of running water.  Putting his empty glass down he made his way
up the steps and was about to turn into the bathroom, when he all
but collided with his daughter.  As still as a statue she was
just standing there, fully clothed.  He put his arm around her
and moved in front of her and discovered tears streaming down her
face.  No sound came from her.  Kneeling in front of her, daddy
moved his hand to her chin and pulled her face to look at him. 
Gently daddy explained that she had to get her bath and get some
rest, they had to take care of themselves and each other for now.
 A shudder ran visibly through her as she took in a deep breath.
The tears slowed and she nodded her head ever so timidly.  Daddy
turned to start her bath, adjusting the temperature, then took on
the task of getting her out of her soiled clothing.  While
getting her ready for her bath, he realized that she had matured
much more then he had realized, and sadness overcame him as he
knew that this was the time in a girls life where she really
needed her mother.

Helping her into the bath, she sat there like a stone as he
washed and scrubbed every inch of her methodically, then using
the spray attachment to wash her hair.  Easily he recalled the
days when she was a toddler and he bathed her, loving the smell
of her just washed hair, and laughing along with her giggles as
she splashed the water out of the tub.  He kept up a running
commentary, which he doubted she even heard, as he tried to bring
her out of the shell she had withdrawn to.  Finally, he assured
her that they would be up early, and go back into the city. 
Occasionally she managed the slightest of nods.  He brushed her
wet bangs back off her forehead and gave her a kiss before
placing his hands under her arms and lifting her out of the tub.
Daddy groaned as he realized just how big she had gotten. Sitting
on the toilet, he placed her in front of him facing the wall, as
he brushed through her hair.  Toweling it gently, then brushing
it again.  Leaning forward, he inhaled the scent of her sweet
smelling hair, remembering much happier times.  Vigorously he
toweled her off, then wrapped the towel around her.  Picking her
up daddy carried her to his bed and laid her down, pulling a
blanket up over her.  Kissing her on the cheek, he told her he
was going for his bath and would be right there with her then.  A
sniffle and a nod let him know she had heard him.  With a heavy
sigh he went back into the bathroom and removed his own grime. 
Wrapping a towel around his waist her went back into the bedroom
and sat on the opposite side of the bed.  He felt suddenly
exhausted, the days events and the glass of wine making him feel
as though he couldn't go another moment.  He lay back on the bed
and rolled towards his little girl.  Placing an arm protectively
around her, he felt her move quickly back against him.  Her body
was shuddering with each sob she was trying to conceal.  Daddy
held her close and wrapped himself around her, his lips against
her neck murmuring his love for her and a promise to take care of
her the best he could no matter what happened.

Soon she was still, her crying subsided.  As exhausted as he was,
he discovered he couldn't go to sleep.  Smelling the freshly
washed hair of his daughter made him painfully lonely, memories
of another's hair against his face.  Slowly his hands wandered
over the soft smooth skin of his daughter, her towel having
dropped from around her, scrunched up on either side of her.  He
kissed the hair on the back of her head and gave her a squeeze,
and he was surprised when she whispered her love for daddy,
showing him she was not asleep.  As he repeated his love for her,
she started sniffling again.

Daddy wanted so much to console the little girl, and he kept
kissing her hair, then her neck. Her head moved slightly as his
lips came around to her throat, leaving small butterfly kisses
all over her warm skin.  His large hands roamed further over her,
up over her swelling breasts.  A sigh escaped her lips, as she
rolled onto her back.  The kisses beginning to take on a
different, more urgent quality, his lips trailed up over her
chin, grazing her lips, then her cheeks and her eyelids.  Nipples
hardening against the palm of his hands, he moved over her. 
Murmuring softly to her, unspoken words to console, not just her,
but him, too.  No longer able to think, he was only feeling and
reacting.  The soft supple skin, so pliable beneath him, feeling
her respond to his touches, each lost in the need of being close
to each other, to being part of each other.  Moving down, kissing
her each shoulder and trailing his lips to her breasts he gently
pressed his tongue around each nipple, tasting her, marveling in
the way she felt beneath him.  No words could describe it, but
words weren't needed.  Opening his mouth wide he took the whole
of her breast in and mouthed it softly, as his tongue pressed
against the nipple.  She began to writhe beneath him and he could
feel her heat emanate against his own hot skin.  His pace
quickened with his growing need, and he kissed her down her belly
and across her hips in a line from side to side.  Though, she may
not have known why, her legs naturally parted for daddy and his
lips and tongue found the warmth of her pussy.  Licking, nibbling
and sucking her lips and her clitoris, she moaned softly.  His
hands slid under her buttocks and lifted her to his mouth.  Fully
he tasted her, probed her, and enjoyed her.  Wetness growing
between her pussy and his tongue.  Time and again, he delved
inside her, each of her whimpers egging him on.  His cock trapped
beneath him throbbing and twitching.  The legs of his girl moved
up and encircled his head, as she bucked against his hungry
mouth.  A loud groan and a tightening of her legs showed daddy
that she was on the edge of an explosive orgasm, and he plunged
his tongue deeply inside her while kneading her buttocks.  He
held his tongue inside her as deeply as he could, trying to flick
the tip around, as he felt her gyrate against him.  Crying out
for daddy more wetness, hotter then before flooded over his
tongue.

Daddy couldn't wait any more and he pushed her thighs apart and
moved between them.  Lying on top of her, his cock rubbing
against her as the waves of pleasure slowly subsiding, still
feeling her crotch twitching with long lasting enjoyment. 
Slicked with her pussy juices, his silky skinned cock pushed down
to penetrate her.  The feeling overwhelming his senses as he
leaned over her, his mouth crushing down on hers as he pushed his
tongue into her mouth.  The head of his cock encompassed in the
warm folds of her pussy he thrust inward, groaning into her
mouth.  A slight pressure against the head as he took small
thrusts in and out and in until the pressure gave way.  He felt
her body tense, as a cry was stifled by his kisses, and felt it
subside as quickly as he stroked against the tight walls of her
pussy.  The day's frustrations, confusion, fears, all quickly
dissipated as the opening of his cock head flared and daddy's cum
erupted inside her.  His kisses softened as his cock did, and it
slid from her body.  Without letting go of her, he moved off to
her side.  She moved towards him and curled up next to him, and
before he could blink an eye, she sighed deeply and drifted off
to sleep.  Curled around her sleeping form, daddy found himself
able to drop off to sleep, relaxed, and feeling that tomorrow
things were going to turn around, all will be right in their
world again.

He was awakened by the telephone, and his notion had been right,
as he reached over to nudge his little girl awake, handing her
the phone.  Watching her eyes light up with joy and tears, but of
happiness this time.


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