When I was 5, my dad went to jail for pedophilia, he got caught with my babysitter in his bed with him. He got off on parole when I was 11. The day he came home, he hugged me tightly and kissed my head. My mom made him keep distance between us; and never let us be alone together until she knew she could trust him. A few weeks after I turned 12, my mom started to let me and my dad be home alone together. Each time longer than the last, she finally trusted him again, but she shouldn’t have. One day she said she’d be gone all night, she was going to a bachelorette party. My dad kissed her head and helped her with her bags. About an hour after she was gone, he sat down next to me on the couch and held me close. We sat like that for awhile while the tv played. “I’m sorry I was gone so long.” He said softly. I looked up at him. “You’re Home now.” I smiled. He pet my head. “True.” He smiled back at me. “I was sick, Emma, but I’m better now.” He promised. I smiled. “I know.” I told him. He hugged me tightly and we went back to watching the tv. After a Little while i got up to shower. It was a quick shower, but as I stood in the bathroom with the towel wrapped around me, I realized I forgot pjs. “Daddy!” I called. “Yes?” His voice soon chimed from the other side of the door. “I need pjs.” I told him. “Okay, sweetie, one second.” he said before leaving. He came back after 5 minutes and knocked. I opened the door and grabbed the clothing from him with a thank you. I tried to close the door because cold air was getting in, but he wouldn’t let me. He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. “Let me help you get dressed.” He smiled. I blinked. “Daddy, I’m 12, I don’t need help.” I said rather simply. He stepped closer to me, and I stepped back. This continued until I was against the wall. He smiled and took off the towel. “That wasn’t a request.” He said softly before he started to rub my clit. I gasped. “Daddy- Stop.” I tried before he started to finger me. I moaned and tried to get away, but my vision was so blurred by pleasure I didn’t want to. He unzipped his pants before shoving his cock into me. I moaned loudly, tears coming out of my eyes as he trusted, not giving me time to adjust. I moaned with every thrust, matching the pace it took him to hit my uterus. “Da-d-dy!” I moaned as he came inside of me. He held me close and started to whisper, “I love you” over and over. I panted softly as he rubbed my back. He pulled out of me and sat me down on the toilet. “This has to be our little secret Emma.” He told me. “Yes sir.” I said softly.