Cogiendo A Mi Hija Dormida Novels & Stories

Once everything was in order, i went up to the second floor and slept in the Master's Bedroom. In the middle of the night, I felt that there was someone squeezing in beside me and hugging me tightly. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was my daughter. I found it amusing and sweet that she has buried her head right into my chest. I smiled then embraced her back. Eventually, we both fell asleep in that position.

Now The sun shining through the living room window wakes me up. Dad’s arms are around me as he snores softly. I’m curled up next to him, leaning all my weight on his side as he sits on the floor. He slept all night like this, for me. The thought comes out of nowhere and I wonder what else he would do for his daughter. If he would do anything for me.

I had no idea what was going to happen next. I watched as a stranger held my daughter close to her chest, and rage built up inside me. How did she even get into the house? I dragged my sleeping daughter away from her and walked up to my room. "You're going to be fine. Mummy is here. Mummy would never leave you." I murmured into her ears to put her back to sleep.

He kept mumbling in disbelief, "That's impossible! Patricia locked you in my room with me. You must have slept with me!" I took out a few sleeping pills from my pocket and lifted them in the air for everyone to see while I announced out loud, "It was just in your dreams! I added sleeping pills to the drinks I poured for you and Titus that night. Nothing happened between us!" The look on Titus' face changed, and he glared angrily at my mother. My mother cowered in panic when she saw the look Titus threw at her. She did not dare to look into his eyes.

They had settled over us like something alive. I stood outside my tent one morning, holding my daughter against my chest. She slept quietly, her small face peaceful. I brushed my fingers over her hair and tried to calm myself. “I won’t let him take you,” I whispered. My voice shook. I hated that it did. Jacob stepped out behind me. “You should rest,” he said gently. “I can’t,” I answered. He moved closer. “You haven’t slept.” “I close my eyes,” I said. “But I won't rest.”

It disgusted him that he was so aroused and he could not stop picturing Sabrina's body. Exhaustion won out and he fell asleep, but his dreams were pornographic and featured his daughter prominently. His hand found his hard cock beneath the covers and teased it while he slept. Phil moaned helplessly in his sleep as his sweet baby girl took his hard cock in her weakly protesting mouth. Then she was moaning, "Daddy, please don't," as he bent her over and took her from behind.

My heart races so fast I can barely breathe. Beside me, Lucian stirs. “Fiona?” His voice is groggy, laced with concern. I clutch our sleeping child against my chest—the little bundle of warmth that anchors me to the present. “It’s okay,” I whisper, though my voice shakes. “Just a dream.” He rubs his eyes and sits up, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You were screaming his name.” I can’t meet his gaze. My throat tightens, and I force myself to look down at the small face of our son. His little chest rises and falls with each innocent breath. I stroke his hair gently, trying to steady myself.

“My God! I love my children please! Don't let anything happen to them, I beg you!” I muttered again, bursting into tears in a corner of my bed. I cried until the tea they gave me along with the sedative began to take effect and I managed to fall completely asleep, holding my son's doll and car in my arms.

I grabbed the cup from her again and put it down on the mantel. "Daddy?" she giggled, smiling at me so deviously. "You want to take me to bed?" "To sleep!" I corrected myself. "To sleep?" she protested. "I'm not tired! I don't want to go to sleep!" "Well... I think you need to," I said, standing up. She was definitely drunk. "You'll feel better in the morning. Come on... let me help you." I bent down, putting her stomach on my shoulder and picked her up, holding the back of her knees to my chest, just like I did when she was little.

I heard my daughter's sleeping voice next to me, and I quickly shook myself and grabbed her in my arms, hugging her warm body to me. "It was just a dream, thank Goddess. It was just a bad dream." I repeated to myself, hugging Gemma tightly, kissing her messy head, and sobbing. The nightmare left me shaken and filled with unanswered questions about its meaning and origin, casting a long shadow of unease over me. I hold my daughter like that for a few more minutes, chasing away the evil thoughts, promising that whatever happens, I will not let anyone take my child away from me.