"Would you not do the same for a creature in need?"I thought for a moment at this odd statement, and then said, "Yes, I would."Rashad smiled and left ...he room, leaving the clothes on my bed. Iman helped me dress, as my body was still quite stiff and sore. The cloth felt light and airy, it was silvery, and shimmered in the light as I moved. I slipped on what appeared to be a top, bra, underwear, and pants. Iman then took her fingers, or what looked like fingers to me, and ran them through my. He smiled and said, tomorrow after my shift outside in the carpark. 2pm.I smiled and said see you then, Saint Nick.We parted ways and I continued on with shopping thinking how thrilled I was to be getting some action before Christmas.Anyway the next day I was getting ready to meet Santa in the carpark after his shift, I thought all good if he wants me to blow him in a toilet at the shops, I will get a yummy load and he will get rid of some tension. But to my surprise he came out in full Santa. I heard her breathing deepen, she was asleep. I sat up, and watched her in the grey light, my eyes having adjusted to the gloom. She was facing away from me, in the foetal position. It was warm, and she had the quilt pulled down to her stomach. I could see her t-shirt had rucked up a bit and hoped it was at least half-way up her legs. I realised I was breathing heavily. Calm down. Keep quiet. Don’t wake her. I slipped my hand under the quilt and started sliding it towards her. Thankfully she. I had just had sex with my father. I knew that I could never tell anyone about dad and me, no one would understand about our special relationship. Not even my brothers could know, they would just say dad had raped me, they would never understand how much I had yearned for daddy's love. When I finished my shower I did as I was told, I wrapped myself in a towel and headed straight for daddy's room.I knocked softly and I heard my dad's voice "come in sweetheart." I opened the door and walked in,.