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Disclaimer:
All characters are above 18 years old. The story is mostly, but not strictly under the incest/taboo genre.
Big thanks & credit to Kenji Sato for the editing.
*Evie's thoughts will be in italics.
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The following couple of days I had to travel out of state for an event. I had trouble concentrating on work as I kept replaying that last encounter with my daughter. I hate to leave things unaddressed. I really hope Evie is fine and I didn't destroy our father-daughter relationship.
Back home, Evie's sexuality was fully awakened and in full swing. Unlike most teenage girls, the only boys she knew were the ones from church, as she went to an all-girls' school. She's never one to cuss, and even the mention of just the word 'penis,' would make her embarrassed and flush.
Yet, with everything that happened since her father came home; it was like a spark igniting an explosion. It opened the floodgates of Evie's sexuality and she's constantly horny and thinking about sex. Most of the time, the subject of her fantasies is her father.
It is torturing Evie to have her father away for a few days. She often finds herself locked up in her room with her laptop. Almost naturally, she browsed the porn site her father gave her. She explored the many videos and she enjoys lesbian videos because of their softer nature, but she always finds herself gravitating towards the incest category.
As the video played, her hands would slip between her legs, under her skirt. She would slide her fingers against her moist pussy, as she brought her other hand inside her shirt; caressing her own breast, tweaking her hard nipple. As she watched the video, she imagined her father as the male lead, passionately fucking her.
Evie would bite down on her little pillow as she moaned into it.
"Daddy...ahh...." Her fingers rubbing herself harder as she slowly feels her body tense up as she recalls the time her father gave her, her first orgasm.
Her head tilts back as her mouth bites down hard on the pillow, her fingers pulling her own nipples hard as she feels her orgasm peak.
"Daddy... omg...mmmphhh." Evie moaned into the pillow to muffle her voice as her body trembled violently on her bed. Her room filled with her deep breaths as she slowly recovered.
*knock* *knock*
"Evie, time for dinner. Didn't you hear me call you a million times?" Michelle suddenly came into Evie's room.
Evie was startled and quickly closed her laptop.
"Oh sorry, mom. I didn't hear you."
"Are you alright? Your face is red."
"Really? I'm fine. I'll see you downstairs, mom."
Michelle gave Evie a suspicious look and left.
Shit that was close. Oh daddy, I miss you so much. Please come home soon.
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Three days later...
I arrived back home in the middle of the night. The next morning, I came down and as usual, Michelle and Evie were already having breakfast. Evie kept her eyes on me the whole time, as she munched on her toast. It was Sunday, and Michelle was ready for church. I am not a religious guy so I never followed, but Evie usually tags along.
"Morning, guys..."
"Morning, honey!"
Evie kept quiet, yet maintained eye contact with me. There is an air of awkwardness. I noticed she isn't dressed up. She had an oversized jumper on and had her short hair tied half up.
"Not following mom to church?" I asked Evie. She just shook her head.
"Evie hasn't been to church in awhile."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Anyways, I'm running late. I'll catch you all later." My wife, Michelle, gave each of us a kiss and left.
Evie and I are both alone now; I feel a lump in my throat. We've always been so close, yet crossing the line that night made us not know how to react to each other.
"Want some strawberries?"
Evie looked at me and just opened her mouth waiting for me to feed her.
I brought it to her mouth. She leaned forward and took it in her mouth along with a part of my finger. She stared into my eyes as my fingers slowly slid against her lips.
"So, I think we should address what happened that night."
Evie stood up and walked away, ignoring me. She sat down on the couch in the living room. I got up, followed her, and sat myself next to her.
"You know, what we did was wrong..." I continued.
Evie kept silent.
"I'm sorry, Evie. I shouldn't have let it gone so far."
"We should--"
"No, I don't want to..." Evie interrupted me.
I look at her puzzled.
"I love you, daddy." She reached for my hand.
"I love you, too, Evie; but, we are not supposed to love each other this way."
"I don't care. I know mom isn't there for you. So I want to be there for you, daddy."
"Your mother's busy with work, it's not her fault. Plus, it's not anything a daughter should be doing."
Evie's eyes grew moist and I could tell she was about to cry. I fear she might get into another panic attack or depression.
I don't only love you, daddy. I know what mom's been up to all this while. It isn't work. That's the reason why I stopped going to church. I feel sorry for you, daddy. You deserve better. You deserve...me.
"It can be our secret. Please, daddy?" She looked at me with her unbearable puppy dog eyes.
"Urgh... Evie...please, stop."
