Sakeenah had a high temperature the next morning she woke up. Her head was heavy like someone had put so much weight on it and her whole body was burning, dancing in fire. She felt somewhat nauseated. Sunlight was peeking through the closed curtains. God, she needed to make the breakfast for Mama and Pa.... Her brain stopped the thought right there as she stared at the ceiling, her eyes wide open. She remembered every single detail of last night. How her Papa put his fingers in her private part and how she felt the voice inside her calling her to let go. She felt the sweetness within herself as she experienced something remarkable. It made her whole body weak but Papa carried her to her room. She loved him. Without him, she would be lost. She genuinely thought that he helped her through it. He was her guide.
She pulled the sheets off with an aching head which made her wince. She was still in those white panties she wore last night. She tried to get up but couldn't. Her whole body ached with temperature. She was burning hot. She moaned with pain. This was no good. She was to make her parents breakfast. She wondered if they'll come and see her in her room. They might blame her being on the computer all night. In truth, she never even touched the computer. She knew Mama will come surely. She wasn't sure about Papa. Maybe he'll come and see her. She could not meet his eyes if he came. She just could not. Whatever happened last night was correct but something in it was wrong too. That's how her innocent mind perceived it.
She heard a knock on her door followed by her Mama's voice. "Sakeenah."
"Come in..." Her voice was cracked and hoarse. "Come in." She said it clearly and loudly so that Mama could hear it. The door opened and Mama walked in. Behind her was Sakeenah's Papa. His face was down staring at the carpet.
"Aww, what is wrong, sweetie?" Mama inquired as she sat beside her. "You're burning."
"I don't know. I just woke up like this. I'm sure it'll pass." Sakeenah smiled trying to show a brave face.
"Well, take a day off from college and relax. I'll get some tablets for your fever."
Her mother sat there for a few minutes talking to her not noticing the eerie silence between the father and the daughter. Then she left telling Sakeenah to stay in the bed all day.
Ijaz looked at Sakeenah and they both stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Sakeenah, in particular, felt hot and burning as her Papa looked at her. What he did to her last night was out of this world. At the tender age of 18, she thought she knew everything about the world and her body but never in her wildest dreams had she thought that something like this would occur. Suddenly she felt a tingling sensation down between her legs again. Her dry lips opened as she stared at her Papa and she uttered a silent unnoticeable moan. She wanted him to touch her again but his impenetrable silence made her fearful. Why was he so silent? Did he not like what he did to her last night? Her mind was going through millions of questions and it pained her whole body to think.
"Pa...pa..." her lips moved. She sounded like a scared lamb trapped somewhere outside alone in the dark. "Papa, make this pain go away. I'm burning up. Medicine isn't going to work on me."
Papa stretched the silence for a while then finally he spoke. "Sakeenah, what happened last night will stay in between me and you. Nobody else needs to know. Whatever happened last night was wrong. It is not going to happen again."
Sakeenah was utterly shocked and wide eyed. This was not what she expected. She sat upright in her bed with her back rested on the headboard. Her blanket was up to her chest, covering her small breasts. She was wearing her t-shirt but she covered her bosom unconsciously anyway because of the hijabic tradition. Her legs were naked and she was wearing the same white panties as last night. Papa must have pulled them up when he carried her to the bed. She didn't remember.
"But...it made me feel good and you said go with whatever makes you feel happy," Sakeenah said.
Sakeenah saw Papa glare at her, anger on his face. "You are not going to talk about it and that's it!" He had to be strict about it.
Sakeenah flinched. He had never raised his voice to her. Her mother did several times but her father never shouted at her. Not like this. She pulled the blanket up to her neck and slouched down.
"I need sleep," she muttered.
Papa just looked at her with stern eyes. Then he turned and left the room. That didn't go well, Sakeenah thought. He shouted at her. He didn't want to talk about it. Another million questions were added in her brain as she tried to hold her tears back but it was difficult. The sensation was still there between her legs, desperate and calling for her to touch but all she could think about right now was Papa. The more she thought about it, the more she was aching to cry. Then her flood gates opened and she covered her head with her duvet and cried till her eyes hurt.
******
Ijaz was having a hard time focusing on his daily activities. He ran a chain of retail shops with his brothers in the city. He was a well respected and renowned business man. His job was to look after the shops and do the important paperwork. Today he had a meeting with his lawyer and for that he needed to prepare his paperwork. His desk at work was full of papers and he was having a difficult time organising things.
He exhaled a breath and shifted his weight back on the chair looking up at the ceiling. He saw black spots dance in front of his eyes. It was stress and anxiety. He knew it. He had a troubled daughter burning in fever at home and here he was, fucking with the paperwork which is not even important. He admitted to himself that the meeting with the lawyer was originally going to be attended by one of his staff member but he decided to attend himself. And it was because he wanted to pre occupy himself with things. And spend as much time away from your daughter as possible, a voice said within him. A voice he was trying to ignore.
He got up and put all of his paperwork in a carrier bag and called to the front of the shop. "Sameer, lawyer meeting at 1. Papers are in the bag. I'm leaving."
He hung the phone up, got up and left his work from the back. He sat in his BMW and got his phone out. He opened the search engine and stared at it for a long time thinking about what to type. He wasn't sure what he wanted to search. Then he typed 'losing virginity' in the search and pressed enter. He looked through the results and found an article posted by a woman asking for advice on how to talk to her daughter about losing virginity. Her daughter wanted to lose virginity to boyfriend and she wasn't sure how to communicate it with her. Ijaz read through the article and comments. Then he read another blog titled '8 things you should know before touching a virgin'. That was interesting. It wasn't like he was a teenager. He was a grown man, capable of having sex and knew the inside out about it all. Something struck his mind. Why the hell was he searching about virginity when it had nothing to do with her being a virgin. He knew she was a virgin and after last night she had a fever. He didn't understand that.
He searched for 'virgin's fever' and looked through the results. He found some interesting facts. Apparently she was experiencing a rise in hormones which resulted in a fever. Girls usually experience it when they have their first period too. Ijaz was relieved to find out that this was just a phase and it will pass. This took a lot of burden from his shoulders. He went home with more confidence than earlier.
*****
Sakeenah was in bed all that day, burning with fever. The curtains were closed, the blanket was on her and the room was dark. She didn't want to think about anything. Especially her father. She hated him so much right now. The sight of the computer reminded her of him and she wanted that computer out. Her mother came to see her regularly throughout the day. Later at night, she was forced by her mother to get up and have dinner.
Sakeenah got up with a moan at 7pm after staying in bed all day. Her body was stiff as a log as she tried to stretch herself. Her head hurt and she smelled of sweat and fever. It was horrible. She put her pyjamas on as the only thing she was wearing was the t shirt and panties. She put her hair in a bun on top of her head and went in the bathroom, taking her time. The same bathroom where her father helped her feel good. Oh, it felt good, now that she thought about it. She wanted to touch herself again but was confused about Papa's reaction. The fever would pass surely but did that mean her Papa won't speak to her again after too?
She washed her face with warm water wishing the thoughts would just go away with the water down the drain. But they didn't. The more she tried not to think, the more the thoughts came to her. She went downstairs to eat dinner. Her mother and Papa was there too. He had a small satisfying smile on his face.
"How are you feeling, sweetie?" he asked with a strange cheerful tone or atleast she thought he did.
Sakeenah eyed him suspiciously. "I'm fine."
"Have something to eat and stretch out in the garden if you want," her mother said, oblivious to the whole thing between father and daughter.
Sakeenah didn't talk much during the dinner. She didn't eat much either. Her father tried to talk to her a couple of time but she didn't really listen to him so he went quiet. If he really wanted to speak to her then they must speak in private. Sakeenah didn't trust telling any of her stuff to her mother. Her mother was like the central news hub of gossip and grapevine and Sakeenah hated that. She trusted her father and would speak to him alone about her problems. Secretly, she hoped he'll visit her in private so she could tell what she felt like.
Except he didn't come for another five days.
*****
Those five days were the worst days in Sakeenah's life. By day three her temperature was lowered down with a slight headache. But the ache in between her legs remained there and it grew stronger everytime she thought about it. She never touched herself there. She didn't know what to do. She thought it was only for peeing and periods and that's it. This sweet beckoning sensation was alien to her. She had a shower and prepared the dinner for Papa and Mama that night. She made nice round beef kebabs for dinner which she knew her Papa loved. No matter how much he didn't want to talk to her, she loved him and will never stop loving him. She didn't know what to feel other than love.
Papa ate the kebabs happily and tried talking to her in front of her mother but again, like every night, Sakeenah half listened and half ignored him. Why couldn't he come and talk to her alone? But he didn't come alone and that bugged Sakeenah. That made her moody. Every night she tossed and turned and waited for her Papa to go to the toilet alone so she could go and talk to him but he made sure that he never met her alone. She didn't know if he was doing it on purpose.
On the fifth day, Sakeenah decided to go to the town alone. She wanted a couple of lipsticks and some creams from Boots. Having her hijab and sunglasses on, she got all set for a bit of shopping. Shopping was like meditation to her. She loved meeting and seeing new people. She was fond of public places for some reason. She wanted to become a consultant when she grew back. That's what she always thought anyway.
She did her shopping at the town centre and walked to one of the shops Papa owned within the city centre. She walked in and went straight down the stairs to the office. It was empty. Her prediction was wrong. Papa wasn't there. She went outside through the back door and saw his car parked. He was ready to leave. Sakeenah waved a hand to stop him and walked over to the driver's side as he slid his window down.
"I need to talk to you," Sakeenah said.
Papa looked nervous. "Talk? I thought we had all the chance of talking."
"Alone," Sakeenah said firmly. "I need...needed to talk to you alone." She took a step back to let him out. He waited for a few seconds and got out of the car. They went back inside the office.
The office wasn't very large. The office table covered the whole wall. It had all the paperwork on it, the computer and CCTV showing every corner of the shop. From here, he could access all the other shop's cameras too.
Sakeenah shut the door as she turned to look at Papa. He had taken a seat and looked like he was going to break a sweat.
"What is wrong with you, Papa? It was me who had the fever, not you."
Papa looked dumb founded as he stared up at his daughter. "Whatever happened..."
Sakeenah cut him off. "Whatever happened, it happened. You helped me out. And I'm thankful for that. Honestly, I didn't know how to cope with such feelings. Mama talked me through my first period and you helped me through my first... What is it called?"
"I don't know what it's called," he said, stealing glances.
"Whatever it is, it's not over yet. I still feel something in there. I thought it would go away after five days like my periods but it didn't. The strange thing is that at night the feeling is strong. It's like as if...someone is speaking inside of me, telling me to touch myself there. Am I...allowed to touch myself, Papa?"
Papa hesitated before answering. "Yes. You're allowed to touch yourself. Just like I did. If you do the same, you'll be OK."
"I'm scared. I'm scared I'll do something wrong. I want you to help me. Touch me and make this voice inside my head go away. Please, Papa."
"Sakeenah! I already told you that we will not talk about this ever again. You go home and touch yourself all you want. I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out. You're a smart girl."
Sakeenah looked down at her Papa. "Papa, I love you. Thank you." She leaned down, gave him a kiss on the cheek and then hugged him. "You're the best father in the world."
******
Ijaz was left surrounded in her scent when she left the office. Her lips on his rugged cheek, her chest on his chest, pressing, sent a strange sensation down to his cock, awakening it. He sat there fantasizing about his daughter's kiss and touch and it was turning him on. Wasn't it strange?
He went home with semi hard-on that evening. Sakeenah wore her white pyjamas and a peach coloured shirt with a small ginger cat printed on the front. She was delighted to see the sight of him.
"I'm making vegetable curry. Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes," she cheered on.
His wife, Saliha, was on the phone as usual. Ijaz nudged her with an elbow telling her to hurry up with the conversations as dinner is going to be served soon. He went up and got changed, washed his face and hands then came down. Saliha was still on the phone. The lovely smell of food enveloped the living room as Sakeenah prepared the table. She gave him a wide innocent smile as he entered the living room.
Watching her hips and ass in the white pyjamas made his heart race faster. Her peach coloured shirt was also very suggestive. Or at least to him it looked suggestive. He still couldn't forget the kiss from earlier on in the day. Even though the kiss was non sexual. He sat on the table watching his daughter bring the food back and forth. When she turned to go back to the kitchen, he especially took a good look at her ass. There was ass meat on her, despite her small frame. He was an ass-man anyway. His hand went to his hard crotch under the table and he rubbed it as Sakeenah brought a jug of water. At the same time, her mother entered too.
The dinner was delicious. They talked with each other. Sakeenah was very cheerful, her usual self. Ijaz made sure to give her proper attention back this time. After all, she was his daughter and she deserved all the right to be happy. After dinner, they had tea. Sakeenah took a couple of tablets with it then she went to her bedroom saying her good nights.
Ijaz watched some TV then went to his bed. Saliha usually went to bed at the same time every night and did not get up during the night. All these years of marriage, Ijaz never saw her waking up during the night. And they never had sex for years also. Saliha was like a fat chubby wife who had lost all her sex drive. Meanwhile on the other hand, Ijaz's sex drive had been re kindled after the incident in the bathroom involving Sakeenah. Now even the thought of imagining Sakeenah in his mind turned his cock rock hard. And this was what was making him sleepless, especially tonight.
It had been two hours of tossing and turning and listening to Saliha snore loudly. Ijaz had ear buds in his ears as usual but still the snores were too loud. His mind kept going back to his daughter. His cock was hard and he was sweaty wearing only his boxers under the duvet. It was wrong. It was forbidden. Something somewhere in his mind told him. But that something also had taken a pack of condom out from his drawer earlier on. He always kept some condoms in his drawer. The condom was in his hand, clutched as he fought with his self. He was sure if he went in there, Sakeenah would accept him with open arms and he would just flow with the waves of forbidden lust.
The problem was that she was already wanting him to help her out. She didn't know what kind of help was needed. She was an innocent soul, bless her. So even a stranger can take advantage of her by telling her 'normal' things. Except those things would be far from normal. Sakeenah didn't know the right from wrong. She knew to cover herself but why do women cover themselves? She had no clue. She was as innocent as a flower.
Ijaz spent an hour thinking about the possibilities, options and ways to help his lovely little daughter out but every option went to the same route. He knew this much, that if he didn't take control of the situation right now, some outsider will take advantage of it. Thinking about it like this made him get up from the bed. The time must be around 1 am when Ijaz crept out of his bedroom wearing only his boxers. In his hand was one blue 'extra safe' condom he had taken out from his drawer unconsciously earlier on. He went out of his room, in the dark hallway, past the bathroom then turned left to stand in front of Sakeenah's bedroom. The door was closed. He twisted the door knob slightly and opened it. The room was dipped in darkness and cold. A cold breeze hit his face making him realise that the window was open and the curtains were half open. Only a fraction of the orange street light was shining inside the room. Sakeenah was under the duvet and everything was calm. She seemed to be sleeping from where Ijaz could see her.
Once satisfied, he advanced towards his daughter to the edge of the bed. His eyes followed the duvet to her face and he was shocked to see that she was staring up at him. The first thought that came in Ijaz's mind was that she was going to scream and interrogate him. Why did he come here? Get the hell out. Have you no shame, Papa?
But she didn't. Instead, a small voice came from her mouth, half pleading, half crying. "Papa. Help me. I can't sleep."
********
Sakeenah came to her bedroom at around 9 am. She didn't eat much at dinner. Just a small nibble. Most of her time was spent looking at her Papa eating and smiling. It was good to watch him smile again. There wasn't anything in this world that she wanted more than to see him smile. His life should be worry free.
Smiling to herself, she sat in front of the table looking at her round face. She took extra care looking after her skin. It was the influence of hanging out with Faria, her best friend. Faria was the spoilt daughter of a rich millionaire. She had her own house, cars, butlers, swimming pools, spas and parties. It was shocking how anyone could spend so much money like that. Even though Papa had a series of shops on his name but he didn't show his money like Faria's Papa. Sakeenah wasn't sure if Papa was right or Faria. All she knew was she would love to have a spa and a swimming pool in her back garden.
She was checking her face and chest for spots and pimples as well as day dreaming. Her peach coloured shirt was off, revealing a white bra covering her B peach sized breasts. She applied the new night cream she bought today from Boots. After that, she brushed her long black brownish hair and put her shirt back on. She went in her bed feeling the cold sheets and pillow. It was so good.
She took her Blackberry out and opened BBM. The only person she had added was Faria and she was seldom on her phone. She had nobody to talk to. She looked at her email empty list of BBM and sighed. Putting the phone on the side table, she turned the lights off and closed her eyes to go to sleep.
After an hour of turning around and trying to go to sleep, she just couldn't go to sleep. She hated coming to bed at night. As soon as she entered her duvet, something in her mind comes forward and starts to open these unopened doors which she thought never existed. There was literally a voice telling her to do stuff. The sweet beckoning from her core had receded but this voice grew stronger and stronger until she couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly she felt hot then panic crept in. She got up, opening the curtain and the window a little bit. It must be a good couple of hours in when she heard her door open. She knew from the floor creaks that Papa was up to go to the bathroom like every night but he didn't go to the bathroom this time. He came to her door.
Sakeenah was still as a bee collecting nectar as Papa walked in very slowly, trying not to disturb the old floor boards. Her eyes were open, fixed on him as his silhouette became visible. Papa was bare chested. The only thing he had on was his underwear. This shocked her more and her panic increased but she kept everything in her. Why was she panicking at the sight of her father? It was only her Papa. He helped her the other night, he would help her tonight too. This calmed her down as her heart began to race.
Thump thump thump
Then he came closer and saw she was looking at him. She was helpless, hopeless and clueless. She was ready to erupt in tears of panic and joy. She managed to squeeze a small voice out. "Papa. Help me. I can't sleep."
Ijaz dipped down to look at her daughter's distressed face. There was genuine plea for help in her eyes. He just could not let that go and walk away. He put a hand on her delicate cheek. "I'm here, baby girl. Don't you worry now."
Sakeenah was relieved to see her Papa's face. A smile came on her face as she looked up at his lovely face. "Will you help me?"
Ijaz smiled. "Of course I would." Then slowly he slid the duvet off her. She was wearing full night clothes tonight. He remembered putting her in the bed with only her panties on the other night. He peeled her pyjamas off with her offering help by lifting her hips a bit. He could hear the racing heart beat of her from between her legs as he bared her from hips down. Her chest was heaving as she looked at him with wide eyes.
Ijaz sat between her legs looking at her white panties hiding her treasure. It was the same panties as the other night, he was sure. Though the room was in darkness, there was streetlight coming from outside which was helping him see her. Or he could just ask her to turn the bedside lamp on. It was better to have it on. He wanted to see her daughter's pussy properly and admire it for the first time. He was surrendered completely by lust now. "Turn the lamp on a little bit sweetie."
Once the lamp was on, he didn't waste time peeling her panties off to her small feet then completely off. He looked at her pussy. It was shaven without a single hair. The skin colour matched with her overall colour giving it a good white brownish complexion. Her lips were beautifully balanced and seemed to be tight, hugging each other. Her clit was swollen just a little bit and her pussy was damp overall.
He parted her pussy lips slowly with his fingers, making her jump a little bit and muttering a very low 'papa'. But he didn't really insert his finger in her fully. This was not what he was here for. He was here for something else.
Sakeenah watched Ijaz take his boxers off revealing his long cock. It was a massively long cock with a rather big mushroom cupped head. Ijaz was huge sitting at around 8 inches. He looked at her small slit then at the pack of condom in his hand. He wanted to take her virginity. He wanted to feel her skin on his. He didn't want a barrier. He was fucking her daughter, a pure and virgin daughter, not some whore from a random nightclub. He chucked the condom away and lubed his cock with his her dampness he collected from earlier.
He came on his hands directly on top of Sakeenah's face. "Papa is going to put his thing in yours. This will help my baby girl all the way. It's going to hurt a little. I want you to not scream and hug my back. I will go very slow. You're my brave girl, aren't you?"
Sakeenah gave a small cutie nod. "I love to hug you, Papa."
Ijaz couldn't help but smile and feel love and affection for this innocent soul. He truly loved her daughter. He came down to press his weight a little bit on her as his hips met her. He found her opening with his massive cock head and pressed it in opening her little pussy. Sakeenah's breath vanished as she hugged her Papa with full force. Ijaz wasn't going to torment her. He kept going slowly and felt her hymen break which came out as a squeal from her lips. "Shhhh, it's OK. It's over. Just a little pain and everything will be OK."
Sakeenah couldn't believe what her Papa was doing. Her legs were spread, her arms around his massive back while he had opened her private part with the help of his private part. She felt pain excruciating through her body as she dug her nails in her back. "Papa." This was all she managed to say then he went further inside her.
When he said it'll be over, she was expecting him to pull out and maybe use his fingers but he didn't do that. He started to push his hips on her. She felt his huge thing travelling all the way inside her until it hit a wall. Suddenly that sensation between her legs was back. She felt a tingling kind of sensation right where Papa was hitting her against the wall. Her core tightened as she breathed. The sensation was slowly growing and somehow it felt good.
"Papa, c...can you make it go faster?" she whispered in his ear, barely keeping up with the all kinds of sensations she was experiencing. Her chest was pressed under his and it was heaving, her heart trying to break free. It was all too much for her and she was asking for more. Then Papa started to move himself more faster inside her. He wasn't hitting her against the wall but rather grinding himself against it. Whatever it was, Sakeenah felt a hot sensation building within and it was increasing by Papa's grinding in herself.
It came to the point when she started to moan while digging her nails in her back. "AHHHH, PAPA."
"Remember what I told you the first night, baby girl. Don't hold anything. Let it go."
She heard his whispers and truly let it go. The sensation drove her mad as Papa grind himself in her. The heat increased and something erupted inside her, sending a strange wave of pleasure across her body. Her body shook under her father as she experienced this unknown pleasure. Her heart raced and her throat dried as she moaned.
"Oh my God. Papa, please stop. Stop. Ahhhhh," she squealed but Papa didn't stop. Part of her didn't want him to stop. His grinding increased as he moaned too and she felt something flooding inside her. It was strange too. Everything tonight was strange. Sakeenah kept getting surprised even at this age.
Ijaz took his cock out after he came inside her pussy. He was holding his cum when she told him to go faster. He knew his lovely girl was having an orgasm. It was a different kind of orgasm than she had experienced the other night in the bathroom. This time she obeyed him when he told her to let go and she did let go. Right about then, Ijaz had difficulty holding his own cum against her womb. Once she had her orgasm then a little bit of grinding did the job and he came fully inside her pussy.
He examined her pussy. There was very little blood around it. Even the sheet wasn't that bloody. Just a few spots of red here and there. He had definitely broken her hymen though. A small bit of cum oozed out of her pussy and travelled down. Seeing that trail of cum dawned on him that he had just came inside his daughter's pussy.
She lay with her shirt on looking at him, her legs still spread. "You were lovely. I didn't expect you to behave like this."
"Papa, what happened? The people in the video on the computer were doing the same thing, weren't they? Only outdoor."
Ijaz knew this curious question was coming. "Yes, in a way it is the same thing. We'll talk about that but first I want you to go and use the bathroom while I change your sheet. You've got to wash this alone. And listen, don't ever let your mother know what we just did. Go to the toilet then we'll talk in detail. Also give me a new bedsheet to put on."
Sakeenah nodded, seemed to listen to every word he was saying. She pointed at the cupboard telling him there should be a new bedsheet there then she got up and went to the toilet. Ijaz put his boxers on and stripped her bedsheet right off. He took new sheets from her cupboard and put them on her bed. He sat on the bed and glanced around her room. The pack of sealed condom was sitting on the floor with her panties. He grabbed both of them.
He took her white panties in both hands and looked at them. Never in a thousand years he thought of fucking his own daughter. The thought of it disturbed him but now it was over. He had already fucked her and now he was sitting on her bed holding her panties.
He looked at her panties. He felt the fabric. It felt like it's been used a lot. This has got to be her favourite panties. Slowly he brought them up to his face and breathed the scent in. He was sniffing his daughter's panties in her own room after fucking her and cumming in her. Things had turned around fast for them.
He still had her panties in his face when the door opened and Sakeenah walked in.
