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She struggled to remember what she even sounded like, the memories of her starting to fade away with time. She had come to accept that this would simply be the new normal for her, and that the nightmare she was living without her mother was just her life now. As much as she missed her mother every day, she noticed that her tears were finally becoming less and less frequent as the months went on. What was once a torrential storm in her heart was now only a slight rain with a few rocky waves. Some days, she would forget her mum was even gone. Others, she would find herself in a much darker place and unable to stop thinking about the finality and permanence that is death. Thankfully, those bad days were uncommon. \n She couldn’t say the same for her father Mort, who seemed to be getting worse over the passing year. He was drinking more often, and he seemed more distant than ever. He was never [i]unkind[/i] to her or Brandy when he would start to drink, but he would often fall into a deep and lethargic depression that hindered him from being the father to his daughters that he needed to be. His motivation and enjoyment seemed to have vanished. He didn’t want to die, but at some point in his grief, he had stopped trying to live. \n Chilli remembered the dream she’d had a year ago - the vision of her mother as she sat beside her on the dock, and the strange sexual fantasy with her father shortly after. It still felt so real to her. She didn’t normally remember any of her dreams, so why did this particular one stand out so much in her mind? She wished she could forget the memory of that dream, it felt uncomfortable to think about. And yet, she found herself thinking about it often. She hadn’t had any more dreams of its kind since then, but she’s noticed that Mort had been treating her differently somehow since then - even more so than Brandy. He often avoided being physically-affectionate with her, seemingly finding excuses to not be around her when she went to him for comfort. It felt like ever since a year ago, she had lost [i]two[/i] parents instead of just one. \n “I miss you… so much.” Chilli spoke once again and she stood up after a long silence, holding her big sister Brandy’s hand. Mort stepped forward. \n “Hey, love…” Mort’s eyes tightened as he tried to hold his tears back. “There’s not a day that goes by when I don’t think about you.” \n Those words were nothing but the truth. Although he tried his hardest to drown his sorrow in alcohol, the liquor only ever seemed to make him think of her even more. He knew full-well that he had a problem, and he hated himself for not being there enough for his daughters when they needed him most. But his self-hatred led him to drink, and so the cycle would continue. He was a rather stubborn heeler, and was the kind of man to not seek out help when he needed it. \n “If I’m being honest, I’m a complete mess without you. It’s just… been so hard for us with you gone.” Chilli and Brandy went to their father’s sides, giving him a hug as they spent a few more moments in silence at the grave before finally returning home. \n\n Chilli lay awake in bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling. She watched the fan as it spun around and around above her, trying to distract herself from any depressing thoughts by keeping track of one of the fan blades. \n“...Brandy?” Chilli whispered softly. “...Brandy?”\n Brandy had apparently fallen asleep already, but Chilli still felt wide awake. Ever since one year ago, she had had trouble sleeping; she missed when her dad would tuck her in, she used to sleep so well at night when he did. But sadly, he had stopped doing that a long time ago. She missed how happy they used to be, before…\nChilli sat up in bed with a stern expression. She was tired of missing her dad when he was living under the same roof. He was still alive. He was still her dad.\n She quietly left her bed and tiptoed across the room, opening the bedroom door just barely wide enough for her to slip through without waking her big sister. The lights in the rest of the house were still on, so she knew her dad must still be awake. Chilli looked around a bit before peeking out the back door - there in the dark, she could see him sitting in his usual chair in the backyard by the bonfire with a bottle in his hand. He was all alone, simply staring wordlessly into the flames. \n Chilli slowly opened the swinging screen door, closing it behind her before making her way to his side. Without a word, she pulled herself up onto the chair beside Mort and watched the fire with him. They sat and sat for a while, saying nothing. She began to wonder if he even noticed she was there. Just when she was about to say something, her father finally spoke. \n “It’s way past your bedtime, y’know.” Mort sighed before taking a drink, emptying the bottle before cracking open another one - the last one - from the six-pack case beside him.\n “I couldn’t sleep.” Chilli’s lip trembled, hoping he wouldn’t scold her. \n “Missin’ your mum.” \n As Chilli glanced over at her dad, she could easily tell by the reflection of the bush telly in his eyes that they were glossy and red. \n “...Yeah.” Chilli sniffled before swallowing. She took a deep breath, trying to find the words she wanted to say. “But I miss [i]you too[/i], Dad.”\n Mort’s head lowered. He knew [i]exactly[/i] what she was referring to.\n “Ever since Mum… passed away… you’ve been drinking. A lot.” She got up from her chair, approaching her dad and placing her hands on his knee.. “I[i] know[/i] you’re really sad, I’m sad too. We’re all sad. But I’m [i]tired[/i] of being sad! I want to be [i]happy[/i] again! I want [i]us[/i] to be happy again!” Chilli began to raise her voice as the tears started welling up in her eyes, her hands flinging to the fur on her father’s knee. \n Mort said nothing, but looked back at her attentively. \n “I miss when you used to tuck me in at night! I miss when you’d take us out on the canoe at the lake! I miss going for hikes in the woods!” Chilli was now shouting, not caring if she woke Brandy up inside. Her dad needed to hear this. “But most of all, I miss [i]you! [/i]Mum might be gone, but you’re still here! So [i]be here now![/i]”\nMort gasped. ‘Be here now.’ That was his wife’s favorite saying - her mantra. To live in the moment. To enjoy life while you have it. To [i]be,[/i] [i]here,[/i] [i]now[/i]. \n He looked at the bottle in his hand. Where he once saw his only comfort, his only friend, he suddenly felt nothing but disgust. Disgust that he’d let himself become this. He imagined what his wife would say if she were here now. And Mort knew… she wouldn’t be proud of him. \n He tipped the bottle over, pouring it out completely onto the ground beside him and dropping it.\n “C’mere.”\n Chilli’s expression quickly became a smile as Mort opened his arms, leaping up onto his lap and hugging him tightly. Mort gave his daughter a fatherly kiss on the head as they embraced, his hardened heart finally beginning to warm up again. \n After a while of hugging, Mort eventually brought Chilli back inside and tucked her into bed for the first time in a year, giving her a kiss on her nose. She smiled, falling asleep almost immediately. \n\n Chilli’s eyes opened to the sensation of rocking back and forth amidst the sounds of crashing waves. She sat up, finding herself in a familiar canoe on the lake near her house. The clouds were dark and gray above her, and the water around her was wild and agitated as it hit the sides of the boat. The wind was fierce as it rocked the canoe back and forth, rocking her this way and that from side to side. Lightning began to strike with a loud crack in the clouds as it crept across the skyline, except this lightning was an unusually vibrant and brilliant green in color. And it never faded away, as though each bolt were breaking the sky itself and opening it at the seams. \n Suddenly, a strong gust of wind knocked the little red heeler over and she fell out of the canoe and into the water. She tried her hardest to swim, but found her arms and legs completely useless and she slowly began to sink deeper into the darkness of the lake below. \n Chilli felt her heart pounding in fear before she felt a hand grab her wrist, pulling her out of the water and back into the safety of the boat - and into her father’s arms.\n “Chilli!” She heard him yell. “You’re okay now, I gotcha. I gotcha.”\n Chilli looked up at the sky. The clouds and lightning quickly vanished into a bright and sunny day, and the waves were now still and quiet. She continued to hug her father tightly for a while, her tail beginning to wag. \nRemembering the strange green lightning and the fact that she couldn’t remember how she got on this canoe in the first place, it was obvious that this was a dream now. She looked up at her dad with nothing but love in her eyes, reveling in his comforting embrace. Aside from the bonfire that night, it felt like it had been so long since Chilli had even felt his arms around her. There was no doubt about it - after an entire year, she was absolutely touch-starved, and was desperate for even more affection. \n She leaned up to give her dad a kiss on the lips, just as she did the last time she had this kind of dream; but [i]unlike[/i] last time, Mort showed some resistance. \n [i]‘Why am I having this kind of dream again? I can’t keep having these thoughts. I can’t think this way about my Chilli-Dog.’[/i] Mort thought to himself. [i]‘I just [/i][i][b]can’t.[/b][/i][i]’[/i]\n Chilli wouldn’t give up so easily, however; she firmly held her father’s hands in hers, holding them against her body and rubbing them up and down her sides. Slowly, and gently. Her fur felt so soft to Mort; it felt like it had been forever since he’d hugged her. He’d nearly completely forgotten what soft and silky fur she had. \n Once Chilli could tell Mort was beginning to move his hands of his own volition, she knew she had him right where she wanted him. She let go of his hands, now rubbing hers along his scruffier chest at a similar pace as his. For a long while, they simply stood in silence in the lightly-bobbing canoe while looking at each other as they felt each other’s fur in a mutual massage of sorts. \n Chilli’s hands eventually lowered more and more, slowly but surely making their way to the area between Mort’s legs. Mort still felt rather uneasy about these fantasies, but he couldn’t deny that her delicate touch was irresistible to his lonely manhood. He began to try to justify these thoughts in his own mind; this was just a dream, it was only ever a dream. So as long as this fantasy simply stayed a fantasy, there was no harm done. Right?\nHe began to affectionately scratch the top of his daughter’s head as she gripped his sheath with her little hands, feeling it thicken by the second in her grip. In a matter of moments, the red heeler’s pink shaft protruded from its hiding spot to greet his daughter. She smiled as her eyes met it, admiring its unusual shape while it grew and stood erect at attention in front of her. Mort avoided looking at Chilli as she began to stroke his throbbing and pulsing meat, still feeling uncomfortable that he was indulging in this dream once again but unwilling to stop it. His breathing grew heavy and strained as his little girl stroked and squeezed at the twitching rod, growing progressively needy for more as time went on. \n As Chilli played with her dad’s strange appendage, she noticed that it seemed to have a very unusual but oddly alluring smell. It had a very sweaty aroma, but for some reason it was also sweet and somehow earthy at the same time; she had never smelled anything quite like it. She had an instinct somewhere deep inside her that was telling her to give it a taste. \n Mort’s eyes widened at the sensation of something wet meeting his member, looking back down at his sweet little innocent Chilli to find her eagerly licking and sucking on his sensitive tip. His legs widened seemingly of their own free will, allowing her easier access to his musky groin. \n Chilli’s senses were overwhelmed with the pungent flavor of her dad’s erection, exploring every possible inch with her tongue to get the most taste out of it that she could. But no matter how much of his wonderfully saltiness she got, somehow it still wasn’t enough. She lowered her head down more on her father’s member, surprising Mort even further with just how much she could take as his tip slid deeper and deeper into her throat. As this was a dream, the physical limitations of reality clearly didn’t apply. Or at the very least, they could be bent a little. \n The little red heeler continued bobbing her head faster and deeper to taste all of her father’s flavor that she could, using her free hands to gently tug and massage his heaving balls one at a time as if she was trying to milk a cow. Mort finally gave in to his urges fully, reaching behind this daughter and rubbing her rear end with his hand before gently sliding his finger up and down her little canine cookie. The wet sensation of her slit felt way too lifelike compared to any feeling in any dream he could remember before or since. In fact, nearly [i]everything[/i] about this dream felt nearly indistinguishable from reality. \n Chilli’s movements became faster the deeper Mort’s finger went inside her, feeling herself become lost in that mind-numbing sensation again that she had only experienced one other time so far. It didn’t take much longer for either of them to feel the intense pressure rapidly building between their legs, and before they knew it, they suddenly-\n\n Chilli opened her eyes, looking up at the ceiling fan spinning above her as she lay in bed. Before she could even process her own thoughts while she groggily blinked as the early morning sun shone in her eyes through the curtains, the little red heeler felt her warm feminine mound throbbing and pulsing just before she had a powerful hands-free orgasm under her sheets. 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Chilli stepped forward, sitting down on the grass and plucking a few blades with her fingers.
“It’s not the same without you here, mum.” She wiped a tear from her eye. It was hard to believe it had already been a year. It felt like it had gone by so quickly, yet at the same time it felt like a lifetime ago since she’d last seen her mother. She struggled to remember what she even sounded like, the memories of her starting to fade away with time. She had come to accept that this would simply be the new normal for her, and that the nightmare she was living without her mother was just her life now. As much as she missed her mother every day, she noticed that her tears were finally becoming less and less frequent as the months went on. What was once a torrential storm in her heart was now only a slight rain with a few rocky waves. Some days, she would forget her mum was even gone. Others, she would find herself in a much darker place and unable to stop thinking about the finality and permanence that is death. Thankfully, those bad days were uncommon.
She couldn’t say the same for her father Mort, who seemed to be getting worse over the passing year. He was drinking more often, and he seemed more distant than ever. He was never unkind to her or Brandy when he would start to drink, but he would often fall into a deep and lethargic depression that hindered him from being the father to his daughters that he needed to be. His motivation and enjoyment seemed to have vanished. He didn’t want to die, but at some point in his grief, he had stopped trying to live.
Chilli remembered the dream she’d had a year ago - the vision of her mother as she sat beside her on the dock, and the strange sexual fantasy with her father shortly after. It still felt so real to her. She didn’t normally remember any of her dreams, so why did this particular one stand out so much in her mind? She wished she could forget the memory of that dream, it felt uncomfortable to think about. And yet, she found herself thinking about it often. She hadn’t had any more dreams of its kind since then, but she’s noticed that Mort had been treating her differently somehow since then - even more so than Brandy. He often avoided being physically-affectionate with her, seemingly finding excuses to not be around her when she went to him for comfort. It felt like ever since a year ago, she had lost two parents instead of just one.
“I miss you… so much.” Chilli spoke once again and she stood up after a long silence, holding her big sister Brandy’s hand. Mort stepped forward.
“Hey, love…” Mort’s eyes tightened as he tried to hold his tears back. “There’s not a day that goes by when I don’t think about you.”
Those words were nothing but the truth. Although he tried his hardest to drown his sorrow in alcohol, the liquor only ever seemed to make him think of her even more. He knew full-well that he had a problem, and he hated himself for not being there enough for his daughters when they needed him most. But his self-hatred led him to drink, and so the cycle would continue. He was a rather stubborn heeler, and was the kind of man to not seek out help when he needed it.
“If I’m being honest, I’m a complete mess without you. It’s just… been so hard for us with you gone.” Chilli and Brandy went to their father’s sides, giving him a hug as they spent a few more moments in silence at the grave before finally returning home.
Chilli lay awake in bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling. She watched the fan as it spun around and around above her, trying to distract herself from any depressing thoughts by keeping track of one of the fan blades.
“...Brandy?” Chilli whispered softly. “...Brandy?”
Brandy had apparently fallen asleep already, but Chilli still felt wide awake. Ever since one year ago, she had had trouble sleeping; she missed when her dad would tuck her in, she used to sleep so well at night when he did. But sadly, he had stopped doing that a long time ago. She missed how happy they used to be, before…
Chilli sat up in bed with a stern expression. She was tired of missing her dad when he was living under the same roof. He was still alive. He was still her dad.
She quietly left her bed and tiptoed across the room, opening the bedroom door just barely wide enough for her to slip through without waking her big sister. The lights in the rest of the house were still on, so she knew her dad must still be awake. Chilli looked around a bit before peeking out the back door - there in the dark, she could see him sitting in his usual chair in the backyard by the bonfire with a bottle in his hand. He was all alone, simply staring wordlessly into the flames.
Chilli slowly opened the swinging screen door, closing it behind her before making her way to his side. Without a word, she pulled herself up onto the chair beside Mort and watched the fire with him. They sat and sat for a while, saying nothing. She began to wonder if he even noticed she was there. Just when she was about to say something, her father finally spoke.
“It’s way past your bedtime, y’know.” Mort sighed before taking a drink, emptying the bottle before cracking open another one - the last one - from the six-pack case beside him.
“I couldn’t sleep.” Chilli’s lip trembled, hoping he wouldn’t scold her.
“Missin’ your mum.”
As Chilli glanced over at her dad, she could easily tell by the reflection of the bush telly in his eyes that they were glossy and red.
“...Yeah.” Chilli sniffled before swallowing. She took a deep breath, trying to find the words she wanted to say. “But I miss you too, Dad.”
Mort’s head lowered. He knew exactly what she was referring to.
“Ever since Mum… passed away… you’ve been drinking. A lot.” She got up from her chair, approaching her dad and placing her hands on his knee.. “I know you’re really sad, I’m sad too. We’re all sad. But I’m tired of being sad! I want to be happy again! I want us to be happy again!” Chilli began to raise her voice as the tears started welling up in her eyes, her hands flinging to the fur on her father’s knee.
Mort said nothing, but looked back at her attentively.
“I miss when you used to tuck me in at night! I miss when you’d take us out on the canoe at the lake! I miss going for hikes in the woods!” Chilli was now shouting, not caring if she woke Brandy up inside. Her dad needed to hear this. “But most of all, I miss you! Mum might be gone, but you’re still here! So be here now!”
Mort gasped. ‘Be here now.’ That was his wife’s favorite saying - her mantra. To live in the moment. To enjoy life while you have it. To be, here, now.
He looked at the bottle in his hand. Where he once saw his only comfort, his only friend, he suddenly felt nothing but disgust. Disgust that he’d let himself become this. He imagined what his wife would say if she were here now. And Mort knew… she wouldn’t be proud of him.
He tipped the bottle over, pouring it out completely onto the ground beside him and dropping it.
“C’mere.”
Chilli’s expression quickly became a smile as Mort opened his arms, leaping up onto his lap and hugging him tightly. Mort gave his daughter a fatherly kiss on the head as they embraced, his hardened heart finally beginning to warm up again.
After a while of hugging, Mort eventually brought Chilli back inside and tucked her into bed for the first time in a year, giving her a kiss on her nose. She smiled, falling asleep almost immediately.
Chilli’s eyes opened to the sensation of rocking back and forth amidst the sounds of crashing waves. She sat up, finding herself in a familiar canoe on the lake near her house. The clouds were dark and gray above her, and the water around her was wild and agitated as it hit the sides of the boat. The wind was fierce as it rocked the canoe back and forth, rocking her this way and that from side to side. Lightning began to strike with a loud crack in the clouds as it crept across the skyline, except this lightning was an unusually vibrant and brilliant green in color. And it never faded away, as though each bolt were breaking the sky itself and opening it at the seams.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind knocked the little red heeler over and she fell out of the canoe and into the water. She tried her hardest to swim, but found her arms and legs completely useless and she slowly began to sink deeper into the darkness of the lake below.
Chilli felt her heart pounding in fear before she felt a hand grab her wrist, pulling her out of the water and back into the safety of the boat - and into her father’s arms.
“Chilli!” She heard him yell. “You’re okay now, I gotcha. I gotcha.”
Chilli looked up at the sky. The clouds and lightning quickly vanished into a bright and sunny day, and the waves were now still and quiet. She continued to hug her father tightly for a while, her tail beginning to wag.
Remembering the strange green lightning and the fact that she couldn’t remember how she got on this canoe in the first place, it was obvious that this was a dream now. She looked up at her dad with nothing but love in her eyes, reveling in his comforting embrace. Aside from the bonfire that night, it felt like it had been so long since Chilli had even felt his arms around her. There was no doubt about it - after an entire year, she was absolutely touch-starved, and was desperate for even more affection.
She leaned up to give her dad a kiss on the lips, just as she did the last time she had this kind of dream; but unlike last time, Mort showed some resistance.
‘Why am I having this kind of dream again? I can’t keep having these thoughts. I can’t think this way about my Chilli-Dog.’ Mort thought to himself. ‘I just can’t.’
Chilli wouldn’t give up so easily, however; she firmly held her father’s hands in hers, holding them against her body and rubbing them up and down her sides. Slowly, and gently. Her fur felt so soft to Mort; it felt like it had been forever since he’d hugged her. He’d nearly completely forgotten what soft and silky fur she had.
Once Chilli could tell Mort was beginning to move his hands of his own volition, she knew she had him right where she wanted him. She let go of his hands, now rubbing hers along his scruffier chest at a similar pace as his. For a long while, they simply stood in silence in the lightly-bobbing canoe while looking at each other as they felt each other’s fur in a mutual massage of sorts.
Chilli’s hands eventually lowered more and more, slowly but surely making their way to the area between Mort’s legs. Mort still felt rather uneasy about these fantasies, but he couldn’t deny that her delicate touch was irresistible to his lonely manhood. He began to try to justify these thoughts in his own mind; this was just a dream, it was only ever a dream. So as long as this fantasy simply stayed a fantasy, there was no harm done. Right?
He began to affectionately scratch the top of his daughter’s head as she gripped his sheath with her little hands, feeling it thicken by the second in her grip. In a matter of moments, the red heeler’s pink shaft protruded from its hiding spot to greet his daughter. She smiled as her eyes met it, admiring its unusual shape while it grew and stood erect at attention in front of her. Mort avoided looking at Chilli as she began to stroke his throbbing and pulsing meat, still feeling uncomfortable that he was indulging in this dream once again but unwilling to stop it. His breathing grew heavy and strained as his little girl stroked and squeezed at the twitching rod, growing progressively needy for more as time went on.
As Chilli played with her dad’s strange appendage, she noticed that it seemed to have a very unusual but oddly alluring smell. It had a very sweaty aroma, but for some reason it was also sweet and somehow earthy at the same time; she had never smelled anything quite like it. She had an instinct somewhere deep inside her that was telling her to give it a taste.
Mort’s eyes widened at the sensation of something wet meeting his member, looking back down at his sweet little innocent Chilli to find her eagerly licking and sucking on his sensitive tip. His legs widened seemingly of their own free will, allowing her easier access to his musky groin.
Chilli’s senses were overwhelmed with the pungent flavor of her dad’s erection, exploring every possible inch with her tongue to get the most taste out of it that she could. But no matter how much of his wonderfully saltiness she got, somehow it still wasn’t enough. She lowered her head down more on her father’s member, surprising Mort even further with just how much she could take as his tip slid deeper and deeper into her throat. As this was a dream, the physical limitations of reality clearly didn’t apply. Or at the very least, they could be bent a little.
The little red heeler continued bobbing her head faster and deeper to taste all of her father’s flavor that she could, using her free hands to gently tug and massage his heaving balls one at a time as if she was trying to milk a cow. Mort finally gave in to his urges fully, reaching behind this daughter and rubbing her rear end with his hand before gently sliding his finger up and down her little canine cookie. The wet sensation of her slit felt way too lifelike compared to any feeling in any dream he could remember before or since. In fact, nearly everything about this dream felt nearly indistinguishable from reality.
Chilli’s movements became faster the deeper Mort’s finger went inside her, feeling herself become lost in that mind-numbing sensation again that she had only experienced one other time so far. It didn’t take much longer for either of them to feel the intense pressure rapidly building between their legs, and before they knew it, they suddenly-
Chilli opened her eyes, looking up at the ceiling fan spinning above her as she lay in bed. Before she could even process her own thoughts while she groggily blinked as the early morning sun shone in her eyes through the curtains, the little red heeler felt her warm feminine mound throbbing and pulsing just before she had a powerful hands-free orgasm under her sheets. She clenched her eyes shut tightly as her legs involuntarily curled and tightened, still feeling like she could vividly feel the sensation of her father’s hand from her dream rubbing her as she whimpered quietly with blissful pleasure while trying not to wake her sister still sleeping across the room.
It was a sensation that would soon become very familiar to her.
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