Fever/Prologue
Fever
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Prologue
“Come on kitten,” I told my sleeping little Silvie, while I squeezed her knicker covered bum cheek, “Let’s get a wiggle on that sweet bottom of yours before you miss your bus.”
She stretched, yawned, wiggled her hips and told me, “I don’t feel so well,” she informed me with a definite grind of her bum against my fingers, “I think I have the lurgy.”
“Oh, nonsense, you’re being lazy. I won’t let you stay home all by yourself.”
“But, daddy, I’m almost ten and I don’t need a minder,” and then she grabbed my hand and placed it on her forehead.
She did feel a bit warm, so I told her, “If you have a fever, I’ll ring up work and stay home so I can care for you,” then I went in search of a thermometer.
I hadn’t seen the thing in years but after seriously pillaging the cupboards, I managed to find the old rectal thermometer we had used when she was a toddler. Even back then, she went out of her way to get me to take her temperature with it. What can I say, she loved the way her daddy took her temperature. At her age now she would probably think it cruel of me to poke the thing in her cute little bum, though. However, I read somewhere that the vaginal temperature was just as accurate and she might enjoy that. I certainly would.
“Do you know what this is?” I said as I held it up for her to examine.
She rolled her eyes up in annoyance that begged, “are you daft?” Then nodded her head and sarcastically asked, “Ah, let me guess… a thermometer?”
“Yes, but not just any thermometer. Can you guess what kind is it?” I posed.
“Daddy, how many kinds are there? You know, I’ve been to the surgeons before and had it taken.”
“This one is very special and used to be your favourite when you were little.”
“It doesn’t look so special. Why was it my favourite?”
“It goes in your bottom.”
Her eyes got wide and with a bit of indignation asked, “You’re not going to put it in my bum, are you?”
“I’m not going to miss work unless you’ve got a fever.”
“But, why in my bottom? Don’t you have the regular kind?”
“I thought I did, but I can’t find one. You’ll hardly notice it. It’s pretty accurate taking it in the bottom.”
“Fever, that’s a nasty place. Won’t it get kind of mucky?”
“Maybe, but it’ll wash easily. Now pull your knickers down and roll on your tummy so I can lube you up.”
All I could find was a tube of Viele and a tiny dab went a long way. I smeared a bit on the thermometer bulb and rubbed a dab of it into her little pucker before I urged it inside. She flinched when it pierced the muscled ring but then she cooed as it slid inside.
“Not so bad, now is it?” I asked.
She didn’t answer but wiggled her bottom like she did when she was little and it brought back memories. Her favourite part was when I twirled it between my fingertips and when I did that, she clenched her bum cheeks, but didn’t utter a word. However, her wiggles became more frantic as I buried it even further inside. The odd thing, which if you consider it, was not so odd at all, were the drops of moisture that collected in the mouth of her little fanny hole. She certainly was excited and her blushed and swollen pussy lips gave it away. Then, I took a reading but forgot to shake it beforehand so it was very high.
“Sweetheart, your not so brilliant dad, didn’t do it right so he’ll have to do it again,” I informed her.
“But, daddy, what did it say?”
“It said you had a hundred and four temperature which can’t be right.”
“See, I told you I wasn’t well.”
“That’s too high, love. You would be very sick if you had that kind of fever.”
“Maybe it’s true. I feel pretty warm and it might be, but oh, poo, I guess you’ll have to do it again,” then with a tinge of excitement in her voice, “It probably needs to go deeper inside so it will work right… and stay a lot longer.”
While I shook the thermometer, I thought, “The little tart likes it as much as she used to.”
She jumped and squeaked when I slid most of it inside with barely enough left to twirl it. However, it made her bum cheeks quiver and her little wrinkle pucker up. Then she closed her eyes, laid her cheek on her arms and made those little cooing sounds again; the ones she made when she really enjoyed something. I knew it for a fact because of the steady dribble of honey that seeped from her split. That, plus her little tingle bean now poked its lovely head from between her hairless lips and begged for attention. When she was younger, I gave her little clit the attention it deserved and she loved it. Unfortunately, my wife didn’t see things the way I did and raised all holy bejesus hell when she walked in on us. The thing that irked her the most was the fact that our five year old daughter was in the clutches of an orgasm.
I thought it was spectacular the way her little body shivered and her cunny lips nipped at my fingertips, but my wife’s shrieking curses kind of ruined things. There was just no reasoning with the woman when she was like that and thankfully, she left us a year ago so we never have to deal with her insanity again. Her reaction really disturbed me and I never took my daughter’s temperature again after that, or anything else. It didn’t even cross my mind again... at least until now.
End Prologue
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