A Return Home

Note: Right, this is a quick and dirty first-person POV thing involving incest with subtle aspects of mind control, though it's more implied than it is evident. Pardon if it's not particularly put together or artfully written, but-- just had to get it out there. Might have more parts. We'll see.

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Going home was always an ordeal for me since I had decided to be an overachiever early on in my life and pursued a fancy college half a day away from my hometown. Trips to return always had to be planned in advance, often only done for extended stays like the week-long breaks between the semester. Even so, I still strove to do so every now and then.

The reason why was simple: I felt like I owed my father the visit. Ever since my mother left us three years ago, we only had each other to lean on. We weren't particularly close, but he never treated me badly, and he worked hard to help support my education. It was the least I could do. Besides, it was fun, on occasion. As awkward as we were together, I knew he cared for me.

So when I saw my father waving to me as I pulled into the driveway of our home, I couldn't help but smile. I shut off the car and waved back, taking a moment to breathe before opening the door and sliding out to stretch my legs. It had been a long drive, after all, and I was bone tired.

"Hey." I heard my father greet me as he jogged over in my direction. "I've got dinner prepped. How was the drive?"

I turned to face him in reply but paused as I noticed something ...different about him. I blinked, unable to help my eyes as they roamed over his form.

He seemed the same, mostly. He still had the salt and pepper hair and the minute smile lines indicative of his age. His beard had gotten longer, but that wasn't what had caught my attention. There was something else. Something...more.

Before I could think further of it, he spread his arms out and took me into a hug.

I blinked, chuckling as I returned the embrace. I didn't even think as my own arms slinked over his shoulders, squeezing him back while he held me.

Maybe it was his scent? Closer to him now, I inhaled, burying my face in the space between his neck and clavicle. Our bodies were pressed together so it wasn't hard for me to take in his musk. It was stronger now. More noticeable.

"Hey, you didn't answer me." He spoke again, whispering close to my ear. For some reason, his proximity sent a thrill down my spine. I was speechless for a few seconds before I managed to gather the courage to reply.

"T-the drive was fine. Traffic was terrible as usual, but I managed." I exhaled a breathy laugh. I felt his hand snake down my waist and settle over my ass.

For a brief moment, a knee-jerk aversion pierced through my mind. Was he supposed to touch me there?

However, the concern melted away as I felt him knead my flesh. A sudden heat bloomed in my groin, overpowering in the way it took over my thoughts. Was I horny from my father's touch? I couldn't be.

Still, I smiled back, parting from the hold enough to take a good look at his face. He seemed to be studying me--waiting for something. A reaction?

I still had to answer, so I did. "I'm here now, daddy. That's what matters, right?" I said, only belatedly realizing how I addressed him. I smiled brightly. It didn't matter, anyways. He was my daddy. Father. Same thing.

I felt his breathing turn more labored after I spoke. His lips curled into a smile.

"Yes, baby. You're home now." The hand over my ass turned more firm in its hold before briefly letting go. He spanked me suddenly, and I couldn't help the girlish squeal that came from me at the sudden pain.

"Come on, let's get your things inside." He said before kissing me on the forehead and parting fully from the hug.

I blinked again, taking a moment to orient myself.

Something was brewing at the back of my mind, but it was all so distant. Whatever anxieties I had would be left behind while I was at home, I decided.

I nodded towards my father and took my backpack from my car seat before following him.

He paused from his walk, glancing back at me. His attention made me feel giddy. I smiled brightly, earning a chuckle from him as he took my backpack from my hands.

"Here, let me."

I felt touched by the gesture. After a long drive, his help was just what I needed.

He slung an arm over my shoulder, and together, we headed into our house.

I could already smell the dinner he mentioned earlier. It was hearty-- a beef stew of sorts? Already, I was anticipating the meal. But before that, we headed upstairs to my room. It was how I left it from my last visit. Without waiting for a prompt, I collapsed onto the cushions of the bed and groaned as I felt the day's tiredness come over me.

My father glanced over at my form in amusement. He set my bag on the desk and walked over to sit next to me, causing the mattress to sink slightly underneath his weight. I looked up at him, a weary smile on my features.

"Missed home?" He asked, leaning over.

I breathed out an exaggerated sigh and nodded. "Ugh! Oh, you have no idea. It's been hell this semester. We're trying to prepare for our thesis next year, but it's been super hectic all over."

As I spoke, I felt my father's hand over my chest. It was a light touch at first, but soon enough, his palm cupped my mounds delicately. I paused, feeling that same budding pressure from between my legs.

"Go on, tell daddy about college." He prodded, letting his thumb press down where my nipples would be. For a moment, I lamented wearing a bra, but I gave an affirmative and carried on in my tale.

"Last week we had to register for a program that our library was aiming to launch, but there was an error in the database and everyone's info ended up being lost." I complained, feeling my breathing get more ragged as his other hand joined the efforts of his first. Both his palms circled around my tits now, massaging me as I laid on the bed.

All the while, he watched me with an emotion I vaguely recognized as disbelief--it was as if he couldn't come to terms with what was happening. I didn't get it. I was just laying here. What was so unbelievable about that? Instead of focusing on the oddity, I felt myself get hotter under his gaze. I shifted my legs ever so slightly, trying to feel more of the building sensation between them.

My daddy was making me squirm.

"And...well, I had to do some...review." My words were faltering now as I fell deeper into my father's motions. He paused just enough to lift my shirt up, exposing my torso to the cold air. For a few seconds, he stared at my chest. Then, as if that wasn't enough, he then pushed my bra upwards so my tits spilled out from under the fabric.

My nipples were already hard, but they stiffened even more when his bare hands kneaded the flesh of my mounds.

"Daddy...!" I gasped.

"Shhh. It's okay, baby. Sounds like college was stressful. Let daddy help you relax." He leaned closer again, planting a soft kiss on my forehead, then my lips.

He hovered over me, half-lidded eyes staring into my own.

I must have looked like a mess to him, breathing heavily with a pleading expression. But even so, he lowered himself again for another kiss, one that was accompanied by a prying tongue.

I moaned, allowing him access to my mouth.

"...we have...exams- ah...." I tried to continue saying, but in between drinking from him and the building pleasure, I was quickly losing my rationale.

What was happening?

Why was I making out with my father?

Why was he groping my tits?

One of his hands parted from my chest. I whimpered when I felt his touch come away, but soon enough, I was rewarded when I felt him caress my thigh.

"Like that, baby girl?"

I nodded. It was an odd moniker to call me, but somehow, it made me feel good, more so his hand moved to stroke my inner leg.

"Daddy..." I pleaded between the kisses.

He bit my lip in response. I groaned.

I felt his fingers work against the buttons of my jeans, undoing the zipper just enough for his hand to slip between the fabric and press against the heat of my groin. My panties were damp, I could feel it as much as I could feel myself throb against his fingers.

"My little slut's all wet for me." I heard him say, running his digits over the fabric separating my pussy from his touch. I bucked my hips in reply.

My father returned to the kiss one more time, lapping at my tongue and lips like no father should. When he drank from my mouth enough, he parted sloppily, cashing a trail of our mixed saliva to drool down my mouth. I felt intoxicated, panting heavily as I stared at him. My body ached for him to move, to grind against my groin, to grope me, to make out with me again.

But instead, he pulled his hands away and sat back upright.

I stared at him then, eyes clouded by the lust he had inspired in me. My shirt was still pushed up, chest exposed for his full perusal. My jeans were half undone, ever so slightly showing the fabric of my panties and the growing musk building between the legs. I didn't know why I felt so horny. But I was, and my father was drinking in the display greedily.

There was a hint of disbelief in his eyes again, but it was quickly overpowered by desire.

"Let's get dinner, baby. Go change into the clothes I bought you. They're in your closet." He said, standing up. I couldn't help but notice the tenting fabric of his shorts. My mouth suddenly felt dry. But I still remembered to reply.

"Yes, daddy." With a low whine, I nodded and sat up as well. He chuckled and made his way out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Once I was alone, a thought came to my mind unbidden.

I wanted to play with myself.

My brows furrowed in confusion.

But why?

My pussy and tits burned with the desire to be groped and taken advantage of. I thought of my father, feeling hornier as the memory of his face and scent burned itself into my mind. Shame burned in my cheeks. What was happening to me? I just got home and...this was how I decided to spend my time?

I hurriedly got up to head to the closet.

At least I'd get dinner soon.