Sheri and Daddy
Copyright© 2025 by Drcock666
Chapter 7: Whispers in the Loft: A New Kind of Normal
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: Whispers in the Loft: A New Kind of Normal - This story is a bit different than my normal ones; here we get to hear the story unfold from two different perspectives, mine and my daughter Sheri's. The story is about forbidden lust. PS; John Doe is NOT my real name
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Romantic Lesbian Fiction Incest Father Daughter Cousins Niece Exhibitionism Oral Sex
Sheri
Later that night, after dinner, roasting marshmallows, and having hot cocoa by the fire, Emma and I headed upstairs to the loft. It was just the two of us, no adults, no rules, just the creaky wooden floors, the smell of pine still clinging to our clothes, and that tiny window overlooking the dark outline of the forest.
We each had our sleeping bags spread out over the bunks, mine on the bottom, hers on top. Our phones were off, not that it mattered. No signal up here anyway. The only light came from this little string of battery-powered fairy lights Emma had packed “for vibes,” she said. She was right, they made the whole space feel kind of magical.
For a while, we didn’t say anything. Just the sound of zippers, blankets shifting, and the occasional creak of the old beams above us. It was comfortable, that kind of quiet. But my brain wouldn’t stop moving.
“You think she’s really okay now?” I asked, still staring up at the wooden rafters.
Emma paused for a second. “Aunt Amy? Yeah. I think so. She looked stronger today.”
I nodded, but something inside me didn’t settle.
“She used to be the one hiking ahead, you know?” I said, my voice lower now. “Always leading. Now she’s at the back. But she doesn’t act like it bothers her.”
“She’s probably just glad she can hike at all,” Emma said, turning to face me.
“I know,” I said, and I did. I really did. “It’s just weird. Everything’s different, but it’s also kind of ... normal again.”
We both fell quiet for a bit after that. I could hear the wind in the trees outside, soft and steady. It sounded like breathing.
Then Emma said something I didn’t expect. “You were really strong, too. You didn’t cry once when you told me about it last year.”
I let out a little scoff. “Only because I’d already cried for, like, three days straight before I told you.”
That made us both laugh, a little too loud, and then we froze, hands clamped over our mouths. I heard someone shift in a chair downstairs. We waited. No footsteps. Then we laughed again, quieter this time.
“I was scared,” I whispered. “Like, really scared. I kept thinking, what if she doesn’t finish chemo? What if it doesn’t work? What if I come home from school one day and...”
I didn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t have to.
Emma pushed herself up on her elbows. “That’s not something kids are supposed to go through. But you did. And she did. And now look, mountains and s’mores and no Wi-Fi.”
I smiled. “The no Wi-Fi part is still tragic.”
She grinned back. “Honestly, same.”
Then her voice got softer. “Do you think stuff ever really goes back to normal after something like that?”
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