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walked past his daughter’s room. He popped his head in to check she was sleeping soundly. She was.
    It was a hot night and she’d kicked off her covers. Her nightie was hitched up and her knees were bent. Then he saw it. His daughter’s naked vagina was on full display. It was so smooth, and innocence flowed off her in waves.
    He felt drawn to her, and wanted to reach out and touch it, just to feel what pure love and innocence felt like. He wanted to know. He bit into his bottom lip and his arm reached up, but his feet weren’t moving.
    Tina rolled over in her sleep breaking his spell. He shook his head and ran out of her room.
    Fuck, what was he thinking? He went and had a shower to clean himself, but the image of her kept coming back into his head. It haunted him. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.
    When he was alone the next day he was still thinking about that image when his hand went to his cock. It throbbed painfully, begging for release. He obliged as he was still thinking of being able to be touch Tina. He cried as he came, ashamed of the thoughts that plagued him.
    He tried to supplant the image with others. The next day he went online and looked at images of supposed schoolgirls. He got off on it, but it wasn’t the same. He managed to find a site of proper young girls and bingo that was it. That’s what he wanted. But he knew it was still Tina that he really wanted; his. She was his own. 
     

Chapter 3 – Some Nightmares are Real
    *If you have triggers or are in any way squeamish about abuse then please skip this chapter. Bad stuff is about to happen.*
     
    Dean was obsessed with the idea, with the thought of touching Tina. It started with touches as he bathed her. This slowly progressed further, but all the time it was subtle and he increased the activity level carefully so she wouldn’t notice.
    Then the opportunity arose. Deborah was back on a night shift, and Tina was in bed. He was at her doorway when she woke up crying. He went running up to her.
    “There there sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked with concern.
    “There were monsters, daddy,” she cried.
    He scooped her into a hug.
    “I was just about to go to bed. Why don’t you come in with me?”
    She nodded and he carried her through. He laid down on the bed, with Tina next to him.
    She was still crying a little. He reached a hand round and down, and stroked her private parts. His erection was kicking wildly but fortunately there was enough distance between them for her not to be able to feel it. Not that she’d understand what it meant if she did anyway. With his ‘comforting touch’ her cries subsided.
    When she was sleeping soundly he crept into the en-suite and relieved his aching balls. He couldn’t believe she hadn’t flinched at his touch. This was going to work. He carefully slid into bed next to his daughter again, feeling like he’d been given a precious gift.
    Deborah came home in the small hours.
    “What’s she doing in our bed?” she asked in an angry whisper.
    “She had a nightmare,” he whispered back.
    “I blame Hermione. They watched a scary movie together, and now Tina’s scared there’s vampires in her room. I don’t think she should go round her house any more if her parents can’t be more careful about what the girls watch.”
    “Fine. I’ll talk to them,” she grunted.
    “No. I’ll have a word with her mother when I see her at school tomorrow.”
    Too tired to do anything else, and glad Dean was doing something constructive she stripped and got into bed too. Dean had his back to her but was smiling at how easily he could lie and get away with it.
    Dean was a patient man, and took things very slowly. He didn’t want to risk messing up. This was too important.
    He started by offering his touch as comfort only. Tina got accustomed to it soon enough, to the point when she preferred it over any other comforting action.
    One night she woke up crying because of another nightmare (she had them