Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
As I wander through her living room, I notice the rows of animated movies, the animal-shaped pillows on her couch, the shelves of coloring books, and the toy box. In her bedroom, I find most drawers filled with clothes appropriate for her Little. Her closet is the same. A small section of adult attire claims only one small end of the space.
What does she do for a living? I haven’t ever asked. There is a computer desk in the corner of her bedroom though, so I bet she works from home. Especially since she doesn’t drive and hates crowds.
I return to the kitchen to grab her a juice box from the fridge. I bet she needs the fluids. In her bedroom, I glance in several drawers again, uncertain about what she wears to bed. I don’t see nightgowns or footed jammies anywhere.
Finally, I knock on the door. “Can I come in, princess?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
My heart lurches every time she calls me Daddy.
She is mine. So very mine. And I need to slow down my timeline and let her catch up. Let her figure out I’m her Daddy and believe it on her own.
Not that I won’t make it clear every moment I can along the way.
I ease the door open and step inside. She’s still in the water. I’m glad. I’d like to dry her off myself. I’d like her to learn to be comfortable naked in front of me.
Her shyness and lack of experience is fucking endearing, and I will not take it for granted, but eventually, I want to care for her in every way.
“Are you ready to get out, princess?”
She nods. “The water is getting chilly.”
Except for my jacket which I left in the car, I’m still wearing my prince costume. I roll up the sleeves of my button-down shirt and reach into the water to remove the stopper.
When I look to the right, I find her towel on a hook and snag it. I toss it over my shoulder before I reach to help her out of the tub. “May I pick you up, princess?”
I like to make sure she sees my hands every time I reach for her so I don’t startle her with my touch. I know my sister is most often triggered not by the fact that someone touched her but by the fact that she didn’t see it coming. She’s told me many times that if I show my hands first, it does wonders at preparing her for the incoming contact.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I grab her under her arms and gently lift her out of the tub.
She’s so fucking precious when she covers her small breasts, and I don’t comment. It’s too soon to insist she let me look at her. It’s huge that she’s letting me see her naked at all. I wouldn’t have predicted this when we arrived at her apartment.
I rub her body down quickly before wrapping the towel around her, trapping her hands against her chest.
She giggles as she tugs her arms free.
I hand her the juice box. “You need to drink some juice, Little one.”
She accepts it and sucks down half the fluid before handing it back.
“How about I leave for a minute so you can go potty and brush your teeth?”
“Okay.”
I hate leaving her. I want to stay. I want to set her on the toilet myself, wipe her myself, brush her teeth myself.
Patience, Chase. Patience.
While I wait outside the door, I take several deep breaths.
A few minutes later, she opens the door, wrapped in the towel. Her breath hitches when I lift her into my arms and cradle her against me to carry her to her bed.
“What do you wear to bed, princess? I didn’t see nightgowns or jammies in your drawers.”
Her face turns pink as she stares at me. Finally, she licks her lips. “I don’t like jammies. They’re itchy, and they always have zippers, and nightgowns get tangled around me.”
Finally, it dawns on me. “So you sleep naked?”
She nods, her face growing redder.
I should have thought of that. It’s certainly not something I’ve ever asked my sister, so it’s outside my knowledge base. I pull back the covers before depositing her on the mattress and remove the towel.
Josie tugs the covers up to her chin. Her sheets are a very soft jersey material, and I make a note to order some just like this for my bed at home. I want them on my mattress before nightfall tomorrow. I don’t know how long it will take for Josie to end up in my bed, but I’m going to be prepared no matter what.
I pick up the soft baby doll resting next to her and offer it into her arms. “Who is this? Will you introduce us?” It’s more like a pillow than a doll with only soft parts and brown yarn hair.