Chapter 3 - She tells no lies
#3 of Shades of Normal
The thing that 'Daddy' didn't seem to understand was that Amelia had stopped sleeping through their nightly encounters awhile back. It had been almost six months since it had started and she had been awake, pretending to sleep, probably since the night he first stuck his finger in her. There are those moments in a child's life when, as an adult, they wonder why they didn't make a different decision...well, for Amelia there were a lot of reasons why she didn't tell. Her Daddy was her knight in shining armor, he could do no wrong, so surely what he was doing to her at night, even when it hurt, wasn't wrong, was it? Her Meemaw and teachers had always told her 'No one should touch your no-no places' but there was always that added bit that confused her ...the 'except your Mommy and Daddy'. What did she do if the person touching her no-no place was her beloved Daddy?
And then there was the fact that for the past week, while Mommy had taken some days off from work, Daddy had left her alone, he hadn't been to her room except to tell her goodnight. Now, if she had been older she might have realized this was because he could not molest her when Mommy was around the house - but she was only four and a half, and in her child's mind she only saw how happy Mommy was for those days, and how much Daddy loved her. As much as she loved her Daddy, she had that internal mother-daughter connection with her Mommy and she only wanted to see her happy...when Mommy was happy she was rested and played with her and spent time with her. Somehow she thought that Mommy knew, that Mommy needed her to keep Daddy happy so that he could make Mommy happy. How did it get so twisted in her mind, but that's how it spelled out to Amelia.
She often sat in her preschool class and looked at the other girls in the class - did their Daddies love them the same? Did they need them to keep the Mommies happy? Maybe what her Daddy did to her was just something that every Daddy did, maybe it wasn't bad just because it felt bad. It was hard-wired into her body and mind to make what her Daddy did to her every night 'feel' bad...but was it necessarily bad? She didn't think he meant to hurt her, just sometimes she could hear his breathing pick up and she knew he was excited about something and those were the times he would ...hurt her. It had to be an accident, Daddy would never hurt her on purpose and he always left soon after.
She tried so hard to be a happy little girl, the same girl they had always known. She may have only been four but some things she understood and one of those things was that what Daddy did was a secret for her and maybe only Mommy to know. So, she put on the pretty smiles for everyone else, she tried to do good and behave for her teachers, she tried not to doze off before naptime, and tried not to let the soreness of her nanu bother her throughout the day. But try as she might, there were tiny signs that she couldn't hide from everyone. The fact that she was hardly able to look her Daddy in the eye when she ran into him, or how she avoided him more often than not. Something inside of her told her to feel dirty and nasty and any time she caught herself looking at her Daddy she would blush and look away, ashamed.
He did strange things to her, things that made her feel funny. She could remember the first time very clearly, the first time she woke and realized something wasn't the same. She felt pressure and heat, it was her Daddy's weight hoovering over her and his panting breath pouring down on her neck, she had opened her eyes but only for a moment - she was scared, she thought he was mad, and so she would pretend to sleep. That was her mistake, if she had woken up and screamed or called out to him, maybe he would have went away...but it was too late for that, as she lay there with her legs spread wide, she felt something poking at her bottom, she didn't understand how it could feel so hard but soft at the same time. She felt wet in her private places, she was sure she had peed on the bed and was about to start crying...maybe Daddy heard her then, because he moved off of her and she thought he had gone away. But as soon as she started drifting back to sleep, she felt him moving about on her tiny little twin-sized bed again, felt something she was sure were his whiskers - - but - - wha...what was his face doing....there?? And that was the first time she felt it, not even five years old and she experienced her first encounter with oral sex. Her mind was so young and innocent she didn't know that it was her Daddy's rough tongue wiggling warmly over her cunt, she thought maybe he had wet his finger and he was tickling her with it.
She lay through her first oral experience pretending as if she were asleep while her Daddy licked and sucked on her tiny pussy until it hurt, it physically hurt, but she couldn't whimper or pull away...he wouldn't hurt her, he knew what he was doing, and this was okay, wasn't it? Did Daddies do this to their little girls, was this another way to say 'I love you, babygirl'? She didn't know, but one thing was for certain, sometimes when he would lick her bottom and all the way back around to her nanu, she felt a tickle, a twinge of something that itched in her belly and made her muscles involuntarily twitch. She didn't know what Daddy was doing to her but for those few instances it felt...good. She didn't know it, but he had been lapping at her tiny clit, it was hardly even a nubbin yet and he didn't even know the large swipes of his tongue were capturing it at all...but Amelia felt it every time. Unknowingly, her father was kickstarting her sexual maturity, he was introducing her body to sexual arousal way before it should have been.
That's how her nights went for months on top of months. There were some weeks where she longed for the weekend when Mommy would be home, or her nanu ached so bad from the constant rough-tongued licking she endured every night that she thought she might cry when she went potty. She stayed awake half of the night, unable to ignore her Daddy's attentions, pretending to sleep all while he licked, admired, fingered and stroked her body. She looked forward to those nights when Mommy was home and she could sleep soundly without worry that Daddy would keep her awake again, and the next morning her nanu could rest. But he always came back, he always came back and ...bothered her. That's how she'd started describing it in her head after awhile - he was bothering her.
But there was one thing that had come of it all, it had awakened a curiousity that most parents hoped their children did not discover until they were at least eighteen. Amelia had started staring at herself in the mirror, she liked to look at her young body and try to figure out what it was about it that held Daddy's fascination like it did. Sometimes when she was alone in her bedroom she would pull her skirt up, yank her panties aside and stare at her little cunt, prod the lips apart and wonder what was so amazing about it. It's where pee comes from, and that was gross. What could Daddy possibly love about it? She was curious, too, about that strange feeling he gave her sometimes, and she spent many hours exploring her cunt with her chubby little fingers, she would touch and feel everywhere but her peehole, trying to find that spot that Daddy kissed sometimes that made her body feel like she was on fire or had just gotten shocked.
She had started undressing her dollies too, lifting up their dresses and peering at their absent sexual organs, trying to figure out if maybe she was special or if she was the same as the others. She withdrew to her own little world of questions, fears and curiousities...where she had once been a perfect little girl, just like any other, she suddenly became sullen and quiet, introverted and a loner. She would sit in her bedroom floor and play 'house' with her dolls...of course, she used to have tea parties and slumber parties, but now the dolls always played 'house' and they were always a family, just like her's. One doll became 'Daddy' and the other was her, while one doll was tossed aside 'at work' all the time. She would have the Daddy-doll take off the babygirl-doll's clothes and then she would put his face in her crotch and move him around, or she would have him lay over the top of the girl and move his body in odd formations. She didn't understand what sex was, oral sex or any kind of sex...she didn't understand the significance of the movements and actions she was making. She was simply reenacting the ordeal.
After awhile though, Daddy-doll was gone from the picture, and so was Mommy-doll...it was only babygirl-doll and Amelia herself in the situation. Amelia played the roll of Daddy, she spoke in a loving voice while she touched the babygirl-doll in her no-no places and performed oral sex on it. It wasn't until she took one of her larger life-sized dolls, one of the hard-plastic ones, and lay it on her bed, climbed on top of it and rubbed her little panty-clad pussy against the doll's groin that she found a revelation one day. She was busy puffing and panting like she heard Daddy do so many nights in a row, humping away at the doll, murmuring words of love, when she accidentally rubbed her clit up against the firmness of the doll's leg. It was like an instant eye-opener, she recognized the sensation immediately - it was the good feeling Daddy gave her! She froze, afraid that it might go away, and then she moved again, humping her little mound against the doll's thigh. "Oooh!" She gasped softly and then mewled as the electric feeling hit her each time she shifted and moved. "Mrrrrr!" She purred out, grasped the doll's shoulders, closed her eyes tight and started humping like a little pup to a leg, only she was a kitten to a doll's leg. But it worked just the same, in minutes she was tumbling from the bed, jerking and curling into a ball of fur while the most intense feelings radiated through her body...she thought she was dying for sure, it felt like her cunt was on fire from the inside out and she could only hold her paw over the mound and squeal out.
"Ame!" It was the voice of her mother as she flew through the door and scooped her baby girl off of the floor and into her arms. "What happened?! What's wrong??" She sat down on the bed and cradled her baby, checking her over for blood or obvious injuries.
To be so young she was rather quick, this wasn't the kind of thing a kit should tell a Mommy, kind of like the stuff Daddy did, that was their little secret, right? "I fell and huwt my nanu!" She sniffled, ears drooping sadly and big blue eyes dazzled but watering as she performed 'the look' that children gave their parents. "I fell on the dolly and huwt my nanu." Another sniffle and nod. Besides, she couldn't be certain that she hadn't injured herself, as good as it felt it was too ...bizarre for nothing to be wrong.
Rena's eyes widened and her ears twitched with amusement and concern. "You fell and hurt your nanu? What were you doing silly kit?" She chuckled and glanced down to where the kitten was cradling her mound...she didn't see any blood and if it was anything like her own youth, she couldn't remember the number of times she had 'hurt her own nanu'...she just gave the kit a wink, lifted her shirt and rumble-purred on her belly to tickle her and bring back those giggles and smiles. "See, all better! I love you, Ame." She nuzzled the kit's neck and smiled before letting her slide back to the floor and back to play. She worried about her daughter a lot these days - she saw the signs of fatigue and had noticed how reclusive the kitten had become. Soon, she would sit her down and have a talk with her, but not today, not while she looked so content and happy at play.
As soon as her mother was gone, Ame squatted down and checked on her own nanu to make sure everything still looked 'okay'...one thing she did notice was the creamy substance clinging to her plump folds - that had never been there before, and while her cunny stayed swollen thanks to Daddy, it looked even more puffy and a deep red color now. Gosh! Maybe she broke it?? Boy, would Daddy be mad at her then! The darling little kit didn't realize she had experienced her first orgasm, and it would only be one of many during her childhood.
The nights with Daddy continued on much the same as they had in the past months, she would pretend to be asleep, he would come in and take off her panties, sometimes even her shirt now, and then he would look at her, breathe on her and touch her with his fingers and tongue and that other thing she still didn't have a name for, she didn't even know where it came from. Maybe Daddy brought supplies with him when he came, to make her feel good. Mostly she endured the nights, but it became harder as Daddy became more and more courageous with his tactics. Penetration was a thing of the past, it was no longer a concern apparently....nightly he would probe her cunt with his long tongue, wiggle it inside until she mewled uncomfortably and then he would back away and make the bed shake for awhile - she didn't know he was simply stroking his cock and waiting for her to fall back into a deep sleep. Often he would return with a vigor, riding an aroused and perverse high, he would lube his finger in his own pre and then wiggle it into her no-no place. It always hurt, it never got easier unless Daddy kissed her special spot, the spot that made it all feel okay and right again. She loved when he did that, and sometimes she would lay on her back with her legs spread wide hoping that he wouldn't want to kiss her bottom, maybe he would just pull her cuntlips apart and kiss her special spot a lot.
One night she was laying on her belly, pretending to sleep when through the thin darkness of her eyelids she saw a flash of white light - it almost startled her awake, but she forced herself to pause and try to figure out what that could have been. And then she saw another flash, and another and then Daddy was moving around on the bed and scooped her hips up to prop her naked bottom higher in the air - several more flashes of white light and then a distinct clicking sound. She knew that sound, where did she know that sound? She remembered family events and birthday parties, and school...picture...day! That's it! She felt so proud of herself for figuring out what it was, it was a camera! Daddy was taking her picture! Most of her felt confusingly happy to have Daddy take her picture, she was his princess-angel after all...but something in the back of her mind was nagging her - why was Daddy taking pictures of her bottom, naked? Why was he poking his fingers around her nanu, holding it open, sticking his tongue in, and rubbing that wet thing there ...all with bright flashes of light? Maybe he just wanted to remember their nights together during the day too, so he was taking pictures so they could put them in the memory books that Mommy had. That had to be it!
Most nights, though, it was just Daddy doing what Daddy did, he moved her about into positions he liked often now, and she snored through them even though if he hadn't been so consumed with lust he would have realized that no one could sleep through what she was sleeping through. But that didn't seem to matter much. The camera and a flashlight became common additions to their nights, she had learned not to flinch when the bright light went off, and she had almost become used to the way a tongue felt probing her virgin hole...she was still growing used to having a finger wiggling inside of her body but even that wasn't quite so painful any more...and Daddy had gotten smart, he had started rubbing something that felt like lotion on her nanu - it helped the soreness the next day. She loved her Daddy, he always took such good care of her and Mommy.
Bath time had slowly evolved into a 'Daddy time' too...it was no longer as simple and fun as bubble bath, playing, splashing and pouting about having to wash. She would march into the bathroom, strip down and already be in the water before Daddy could even tell her it was bath time. She was smart enough to know that Daddy enjoyed bath time more than she did now, but then she'd never really enjoyed it - but now it was all about Daddy. He liked for her to stand up a lot, most of the bath, and let him wash her really good in her no-no places, he said he had to make sure she wasn't dirty because a dirty nanu was a bad thing. He never used a cloth anymore, it was always his soapy fingers, and sometimes she would spread her legs wide for him and he wouldn't even really wash, he would just slip his soapy fingers around her lips and ease the tip of one into her until she whined about the soap stinging her nanu. He liked to touch and rub her tatas too, he would rub his fingers over them again and again until she would almost complain that it hurt, and then he would stop and squeeze them and pinch them and ask her if that tickled. She didn't know why he asked that, it didn't tickle, it hurt, her nipples were tender little things.
But the time she had come to most enjoy was the time after Daddy was gone, when she was alone in her bedroom and fully awake. She had graduated from humping her dollies, she was smart and she learned early that anything she could fit her cunt on and rub against would give her that same extreme feeling of pleasure. Her favorite place to hump was the bed. The mattress had a hard seam-ridge around it, she would lay her body over the edge of the bed with one leg up on the bed and the other firmly on the floor it would leave her panty-clad slit in contact with the hard seam and then she would grasp the top of the mattress and pull herself back and forth, sliding and humping that seam between her cuntlips until her clit burst into fire and sparks and she could slide to the floor in a panting heap of pleasure. She didn't know why it felt good, or that it was even truly a 'good' feeling she felt, she didn't know it was an orgasm or what caused it, she just knew the motions needed to produce a certain effect and loved her Daddy for teaching her.
Some years later she would learn how to masturbate using her fingers, but it would take a long time, and only by catching a girl friend in the act would she realize how much easier the task could be completed. But that was a far away place in the future and for now she would rely on humping her bed, her dolls and sometimes the edge of the couch, where the hard frame met the cushions, when no one was paying attention she would slide and grind her little crotch against it until she was a shuddering mess - and then she would go back to watching care bears on television like any normal girl.
There was once that Amelia, Daddy and Mommy all went to visit Daddy's parents, his whole family were all sleek black cats...while Rena's family was a variety of shades of brown - Amelia was the lightest kit among them, oddly so. She brought attention where ever she went, so cute and pristine. Larry's parents Clip and Celene loved Amelia, they lived so far away that they hardly got to see her so when she was there she was spoiled rotten. They had arrived for the weekend and like usual after the meet and greet and the pulling of her cheeks and petting of her fur, the parents went off into the kitchen to talk grown-up stuff and Amelia settled down in front of the television to watch cartoons. Now, Pawpaw and Meemaw Hoarsly happened to have a really fiesty weener dog, he was one of those yapping, leg-humping over-active pups. It was kind of funny that this family of felines had a dog for a pet, but they did - and he had the worst habit of shoving his nose into people's crotches, especially females.
That day was no different, and while Amelia crouched there in front of the television, in bounded that long-bodied pup and like a target had been drawn on her panties, he zeroed in and stuffed his cold, wet nose right into her crotch and snorted softly. Normally that would have been the jest of it, he would have lost interest after being scolded, but how was the pup or Amelia to know that the cream that remained sticky-sweet between her cuntlips from her last orgasm would entice the doggy so? He got one whiff of that aroused scent and his tongue lolled out, his pink organ started drooling from his sheath and he dug in deep and hard setting Amelia off balance to topple back on her bottom, thighs sprawled.
She didn't know what was going on and just as she was about to scold the bad puppy he nosed his way around the elastic leg-band of her panties and nearly stuck his pointy nose straight up her crotch. Her eyes went wide and before she knew what was happening and before she could decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing, she felt his long, skinny tongue zap out of his muzzle and unfurl deep within her pussy. It didn't feel like Daddy's tongue, it was smaller, less coarse, not so wide and it was much softer. It felt like a squirmy little worm wiggling warmly inside her body. She purred instantly, sat back on her haunches and reached down to pull her panties to the side to help the puppy - as soon as she did that he took the invite and instead of dig-diving his tongue into her snatch, her started lapping like any pup would do, eating out that plump peach, delving between the slick folds for any remaining creamy goodness. But what the puppy didn't know was that he found that special spot she loved so much instantly and each time his tongue swiped from her bottom hole to her nanu he hit it with that warm tool. It brought her up on her footpaws and she vibrated with a tremble. This puppy, with his amazing magical tongue was teaching her a whole new angle on the orgasm, bringing her to new heights with his sloppy and straight-forward techniques.
It felt so good she might as well have created a puddle there on the floor and just laid back and let the dog have his way with her. And he didn't stop, didn't tire out either, and his tongue didn't hurt at all, it was soothing infact and she purred down at him, cooed soft little 'good puppies' to him and stroked his head which was buried between her furry thighs and his snout was all but jammed into her crotch while he snorted and lapped loudly. Not so loud that she didn't hear the footsteps of her Daddy coming around the corner from the kitchen to check on her, and by the time he poked his head around she had shoved the pup away, smoothed her skirt back in place and locked her eyes on the television. "Staying out of trouble, angel?" He called out to her and she gave him that 'I only love you Daddy' look that was meant for fathers from their daughters, he melted, gave her a wink and didn't even notice the glazed shine to her eyes or the flush radiating beneath her white fur.
She spent that weekend running off with the pup every chance she got, to the back yard, to the edge of the woods, the basement stairwell, the guest bedroom - anywhere she could sneak to squat, lift her skirt, pull the crotch of her sticky panties aside and let that eager pup dive-bomb her cunt with his snout. She had never had an orgasm without humping something, but that sweet doggy brought her off so many times that weekend and sometimes in a row, that she was weak and worn out by the time they left, she slept nearly the whole drive back. The pup taught her wonderful things about the orgasm, or at least he showed her that humping her bed would never be able to satisfy her again. He also taught her that she had a keen interest and curiousity in dogs, of the four-legged variety, one that would manifest itself again and again throughout her life.
Back at home things resumed their normal routine. Mommy worked a lot, and when she wasn't there Daddy indulged in bath time and bed time games, most of which bored her and she endured for the most part. They no longer brought fear or confusion to her, they were just simply...a part of her life now. Daddy wanted to love her in a special way, he needed to touch her and kiss her in places she felt wrong, but he was Daddy and she loved him, and he could do no wrong. And when she found time she experimented, she continued to hump her bed and whatever she could find as a solid surface that wasn't uncomfortable, but she longed for more now...it was the first time, at less than five years old that the kit felt part of what Daddy felt - desire, arousal, longing, lust...and she would find that release, just as he found it in her.