Ed Green turned off the car and sat behind the wheel for a minute, looking up at the split level house and in particular at the window at the far right. There was a faint night light on in there, like there always had been, only after tonight the room would be dark.
The room was Ed's daughter Brenda's, and tomorrow night at this time she would no longer be Brenda Green, because tomorrow evening she would be getting married and would become Brenda Pearson. Her life would change, to be sure, but so would Ed's, and the thought of living alone in that house sickened him.
Oh, he wouldn't be alone, at least not technically, because his wife Marsha would still be there, at least for the time being. She had hinted that once the nest became empty she wouldn't be sticking around, and that was okay by Ed, because living with her was probably worse than living alone.
They had an understanding of sorts over the last few years. They were having sex, and plenty of it, only not with each other. Ed knew that Marcia had a few affairs, one of them even with a man, but he didn't care because he hadn't had sex with Marsha is about six years, and likely never would again.
For his part, Ed Green had not been faithful either, although his infidelity had been restricted to one other person. She was the love of his life, but soon she would belong to another man, and as he looked up at his daughter's bedroom window she saw a slat of the blinds open, and that woke him out of his daydreaming, getting him out of the car and up the steps of the house.
It was about 11:30, and Ed had just come from the bachelor party thrown by the friends of his soon to be son-in-law Todd Parsons, and as much as he wanted to get shit-faced he didn't, wanting to not only get home alive but to be ready in case Brenda was still up.
As Ed walked down the hall to the master bedroom Brenda's bedroom door opened slightly and she peeked out, smiling and looking as beautiful as ever.
"Hi Daddy," Brenda whispered. "How was it?"
"All right, I guess," Ed replied, looking through the opening of the door to try to see whether Brenda was naked or not.
"You going to come visit me?"
"If you want me too."
"You're funny."
"Are you ready for me?" Ed asked, and smiled when Brenda opened the door to show him that she was indeed ready, and naked as the day she was born almost 22 years ago to the day.
"I'll be right there," Ed said.
One inside his bedroom, Ed Green undressed in the dark. Marsha was asleep, snoring softly, so Ed didn't need to tiptoe around, because his wife was medicated and would be out until morning. Lately though, Ed hadn't even bothered to sneak out of the bedroom, because he suspected that Marsha knew what was going on, although she never came out and said it.
Probably happy that she didn't have to put up with his slobbering all over her, Ed mused after stripping down to his boxers and going into the bathroom. Apparently his lovemaking techniques were not to Marsha's liking any more, since she seemed to prefer the delicate touch of another woman to being impaled by the tool he was pointing toward the toilet.
"Brenda seems to like it," Ed mumbled to himself as a torrent of urine blasted into the bowl. "She's woman enough to take it."
Ed shook his cock dry, giving the massive organ a couple of shakes before tucking it back into his boxers and washing his hands and brushing his teeth. Looking in the mirror, he frowned at the sight of the gray hair that seemed to be gaining in number in the mat of black fur that covered his chest and his back.
Another thing that seemed to disgust Marsha in recent years, Ed mused. You're too rough. You're too big. You're so hairy it's gross. Funny thing is that he hadn't changed much from the man she had been in love with almost 30 years ago. A few pounds heavier and a little thin on top, but still and all, everything else was pretty much the same.
Somebody still wants me, Ed though as he headed for Brenda's room. The most beautiful woman in the world still wanted him, even if it would only be for one more night.
***
Brenda Green was only beautiful in her father's eyes, Ed knew. Maybe her soon-to-be husband Todd thought so too, but he doubted it. That doofus was probably just desperate, because he was certainly no prize himself.
Brenda had been Ed's child, there was no doubt about that, since she had a lot of his features, and even he had to admit that a little more of his mother's softness would have been better for his daughter.
At about 5'11", Brenda was only a inch shorter than her father, and was probably an inch or so taller than her future husband. Unlike her dainty mother Brenda was no delicate flower. She had played basketball in high school and in college before her knee forced her to quit, and although she had lost weight over the years and was solidly built she was probably carrying about 20 extra pounds.
Facially, Brenda resembled Kirstie Alley from the old Cheers days, a big strapping girl who was attractive in her way but with a bit of a big nose, and like her father Brenda had been a furry one, although her fiance had taken steps to change that.
It was this woman that was waiting for Ed when he stepped into Brenda's bedroom, and after the door closed they embraced and kissed like most fathers and daughters don't do. Their tongues dueled as they clawed at each other, with Ed leaning Brenda back into the wall as her hands yanked down his boxers.
She found him hard, and after she grabbed her father's cock and slid it up and down the dripping wet fold of her sex Brenda lifted her right leg and put her father inside of her.
"Hard, Daddy," Brenna grunted, and Ed didn't need to be told twice, thrusting his cock into her so hard the wall shook behind his daughter.
It was quick and it was brutal, but that was the way they both liked it, and after Brenda came, stifling her scream by biting into her father shoulder, Ed came right after, depositing his seed into his daughter's womb as he crushed her against the wall with his now-sweaty body.
"I needed that so bad," Brenda sobbed, smothering her father with kisses as they disengaged long enough to go over to the bed.
"Me too honey," Ed said as they eased into the bed as gracefully as an amazon and and equally bulky man can manage.
"Back where we started," Brenda said softly as she looked up at the ceiling while Ed rested on his side, his hand gently caressing her body.
"Maybe someday you'll forgive me for that," Ed mused. "That and everything else."
"You made me a woman, daddy," Brenda replied. "I hated myself up until then. I knew I was ugly and fat and nobody liked me, but you made me think different. You wanted me. You loved me, and what happened - I wanted to happen."
"I know," Ed said softly.
