Note to readers: this story is a follow-up. Please refer back to the first story "To Fuck My Own Daughter" to avoid confusion while reading this. Thank you, and enjoy!
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Note to self: if unable to bond with daughter, fuck daughter instead.
A very strange turn of events that was, but the outcome was far better than I had expected it to be, and we've been...rather intimate together ever since she came to live with me.
Now, even though my daughter Eden is almost nineteen years old and is able to go off on her own, she's chosen to stay with me to make it easier on herself while she gets through college, and I, of course, have no problem with this at all. And, of course, what we've been doing is only something between Eden and myself. It seemed to be a silent agreement between the two of us not to tell another soul about what we did...and what we've been doing.
Call it taboo to have sex with your own daughter; I know, I know. Wrong. Immoral. Incestuous. Neither of us had seemed to give a flying fuck about that though.
While keeping this little secret of ours inside the house, we still go about our usual business outside, but when the day is finally over...
Sometimes when we're relaxing and watching t.v. together, I'll get a little too handsy and my fingers would find themselves circling her clit.
Sometimes when she showers, I'll sneak in with her and massage and wash her beautiful body.
Sometimes after dinner, I'd sit her up on top of the kitchen counter, pry open her legs, and fuck her right there.
And sometimes, in the middle of the night, when she gets lonely and crawls into bed with me, I'll tell her how much I love her while I bury my cock deep inside her cunt, nice and slow. A little bit too taboo? Maybe just a bit.
I suppose today was simply another one of those days where Eden was feeling stressed out, desperate, and just needed a bit of comfort and release.
After I had come home from running a few errands, I was greeted with screaming and a plethora of colorful curse words coming from Eden's bedroom. "—I don't fucking care! No, you've never done anything to help me, why the hell would I even think about giving you money? —It's not my problem that your record is an utter clusterfuck! —Ah-ah. I came to Dad's house because I didn't want to be anywhere near you, you psychotic bitch!" And then silence. There could only be one person that she would ever speak to like that.
I made my way upstairs and gently knocked on her bedroom door. It was already cracked open a little, and when I opened it the rest of the way, I found my daughter on her bed with her phone thrown across the room. "Your mother, I'm guessing?" I asked her. Her face was beet red and her fists were curled in so tightly that her knuckles turned white and I feared that her fingernails would cut into her palms.
I knew that it had to be her mother; lately, she's been calling Eden and asking for money to either buy drugs, bail her current boy-toy out of jail, or pay her extremely overdue rent. And, of course, when Eden would refuse, her mother would whip right around and say how ungrateful she is, how horrible of a daughter she is, how greedy and selfish and stupid she is.
Her mother, to put it simply, is a colossal bitch.
I stepped inside Eden's bedroom and tried to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged me off. "I'm fine! I don't—ugh, I just don't wanna be bothered right now." She muttered as she flopped down onto her bed with a groan.
I knew better than to try to comfort her now; there was no getting to her when she had to deal with her monster—I mean, mother. All I did was nod with a small sigh as I glanced at her phone that was now lying on the floor by her closet door. The door itself now had a small, phone-sized dent in it, and the corner of the phone screen was cracked.
I decided it was now best to head downstairs and leave Eden to her thoughts.
Eden didn't come out of her room for hours. It had already gotten late, and she didn't even come out to grab dinner. Occasionally, I would hear a 'thump' or a 'thud' whenever she angrily threw random objects against the walls, but I remained sitting patiently downstairs. Sometimes you just had to let the fire fizzle out before you tried to touch it. This was one of those times.
It was near midnight when Eden finally decided to crawl out of her cave.
I was sitting on the couch, watching t.v. when I noticed her walk out into the living room. I quickly muted the television and smiled as she solemnly crawled onto my lap and wrapped her arms around me in a desperate hug. "Oh, baby girl. It's okay now. I know you're upset. I know it's infuriating when she tries to put you down like that, but what she tells you goes right out the window. It means nothing. You understand?" I murmured softly to her as I gently rubbed her back.
