My Dad has started staying out late at night drinking, and I was worried for him for several nights he didn't come back at all.

I'm very protective of my Dad, and I didn't want him to get hurt. I couldn't even really sleep knowing that he was out there, somewhere, doing god-knows-what. I had been trying to sleep in my own room, but it wasn't working. When Dad came home drunk. I was afraid that he would get in trouble if there wasn't someone to watch him. Then one night, I had an idea. I'd sleep in my parents' room. That way, when he got home, I'd be there and he would have to wake me up an I could help him. That idea made me feel better, so a couple nights ago, after waiting up for him as long as I could, I crawled into my parent's bed and fell right asleep.

My scheme worked perfectly. At about one in the morning, Dad came home, stumbling around, but trying to be quiet. I wouldn't have noticed him if I'd been in my own room, but his bouncing around woke me up, at least a little. I opened one eye as I saw him struggling to get ready for bed. I was too tired to actually get up and help him, but he was doing an ok job by himself. I just remained in the bed, half-asleep. I had intended to get up, help him to bed, and then go back to my room, satisfied that he had gotten home safely. But, now in the middle of the night, I was too tired to move.

He didn't turn the light on the whole time he was getting ready. I could only see him because he had the hallway light on. I supposed that he had been conditioned not to wake up my mum, so he was used to getting undressed in the dark when he came home late. I heard him go into the bathroom and then I drifted off to sleep again. As I said, it was pretty late.

A little while later I felt him get into bed and put the covers over himself. I was lying on my side, where Mom used to sleep, and he got in on his side behind me. He reached over and mumbled something. Then he put his arm around me. It felt so comforting to have Dad's arm over me. He hugged me close and then began to 'spoon' me.

We lay there for a few minutes in silence. Dad was snoring a little. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He had hit the bottle pretty hard that night. I was glad that he had made it home alright and that I was here for him. He really needed someone. I shudder to think what would have happened if he had been alone when Mom left. Slowly I fell sleep, I woke up to my Dad rubbing my stomach. Up and down. His big hands crossed my stomach. I'm a pretty small girl, and he is a big man, so his hand almost completely covered my stomach. He snuggled closer to me. He began to mumble something. It was inaudible at first, but he got clearer. "Come on Ellen", he was saying, "How about it??" Ellen is my Mom's name. Maybe in his drunkenness he didn't remember that Mom had left for work. He reached under my nightgown and put his hand directly on the skin of my stomach. His hand was cold, and it gave me goosebumps. Then he moved it up, and cupped my breast.

I opened my eyes wide. I didn't really know what to do. His cold fingers made my nipples hard as he sensually and softly kneaded my breast. I just lay there in shock for a few seconds. Then he snuggled me tighter. I felt a poking sensation around my butt. "Oh no, he's naked", He also had pulled my underwear down around my knees, I didn't realize that my father slept in the nude. He started rhythmically pressing his hips up against my ass. His hand began squeezing my breast in time with his gyrations.

I was a little scared. I mean, a father shouldn't be doing this to his own daughter, It was weird, and a sick. Of course, he had no idea what he was doing. As far as he was concerned, he was just trying to have sex with his wife, which is a completely natural thing to do. I wanted to turn around, and tell him to stop. To warn him what he was trying to do to his own daughter. But then I decided that I couldn't do it. If I embarrassed him like that, he would get even more depressed. He would feel like a complete pervert. Finding out that he tried to screw his own daughter would completely ruin him. I couldn't do that to him, he's a good man.

I tried to scoot out of the way a little, but Dad followed me across the bed. So I reached around and pulled up my underwear up, "Please Ellen??", he said, "It's been so long." He sounded so sad. He had been through so much. I'm always trying to be a good daughter to him, to make him happy, to make him feel good. I was the only family he had left other then my mum but there going through a rough patch. I'm the only person he could trust.

But my Dad kept trying,"You know, I could just let him do it." I thought. Who would know, right?? I mean, he thought that he was having sex with his wife, so for him it was perfectly ok. I would know what happened, but as long as I kept quiet, it would be ok. After he was done I could just sneak back to my room, and when he woke up tomorrow, he would just think that it was all a dream, So I reached down and slowly pulled my panties down to my knees. Then I backed up a little bit and opened my butt cheeks. My Dad's penis slipped between my thighs. I closed my legs and tried to move forward but my Dad squeezed on my hips lightly and pulled me back. He rubbed himself up between my thighs for a while as I hesitated. Did I really want to do this??. He moved his hands all over my tits. I didn't understand how he couldn't tell the difference between me and Mom. My breasts are way smaller than hers, but he kept rubbing them anyway saying, "I love you Ellen, I love you."

I felt guilty so opened my legs and spread my butt cheeks a little and waited as my Dad placed his dick and maneuvered the tip up against my vagina. With a couple of pushes he was inside me. I gasped a little. He started to pump away, in and out in and out. He varied the length and time of each stroke, so I didn't know how far he was going to go in, and how long he was going to pause between each pump. He put one hand on the back of my head and started pushing me forward, I resisted at first but gave in when he forced harder, he placed the other hand on my hip and pulled my ass closer towards him. He kept going, he was whispering "Ellen, oh Ellen". He still thought he was fucking his wife.

I tried to be quiet but he was being rough, I let out a quiet grown which made him go harder, I wasn't sure when he was going to finish, I got my answer a while later. He started to groan loudly, I guess he was done he turned over and immediately started snoring, It didn't hit me till after that I had just let my dad have sex with me, I feel sick and guilty every time I think about it and I don't know what to do, I over heard him asking my mum if she enjoyed the Last night what if it all gets out how do I keep it covered up??