You Are My Daddy, Not My Father - Sex Stories

You Are My Daddy, Not My Father

... and hand him the documents to eventually recognize his fatherhood. He was tossing from left to right and back. Just as he finally was going to sleep, the door opened slowly. His heart jumped because his first thought was that it might be the gang who had followed them and now were going to kill all of them. But in the dim light from the corridor, he saw a slender figure slowly approaching the bed. Nora.

He pretended to be asleep, not knowing what to do. Nora stood in front of the bed and slowly went to the far side of the bed, the side Alan’s back was turning to, and slowly slid under the blanket. She snuggled at him in a spoon position and laid still. Alan did not move. He heard Nora breathe deeply. The scent of the shampoo they bought for her filled his nose. The warmth of her slender body felt so good. She snuggled even closer and put her arm around him, her hand at his chest. Now he could feel her breasts through the thin fabric of their pajamas.

Alan was shocked. Shocked about himself. Shocked about his egoism. He suddenly realized that sleeping alone in a new house with memories of her recently killed mother raging in her mind, Nora needed a home. Nora needed a family, Nora needed a father. That moment, he made up his mind. The next morning, he would sign all the papers, taking full responsibility for the future of this little girl, whose joy and peace had been taken away from her so violently. He repeated these thoughts until he dozed off.

The next morning, Nora was gone. Alan thought that it merely had been a dream, but the scent of the shampoo was emanating from her side of the pillow.

The smell of mum’s coffee welled up from below and Alan sat at the coffee table, reading the news on his iPad.

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