All characters involved in sexual situations are over 18, and all of this work is mine. No one else has permission to reproduce or sell it.
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Untethered
Chapter 4
Emily slept fitfully the rest of the night and half of the next morning. When she woke, she couldn't bear to climb out of bed, her tears beginning to flow again. The thoughts of what she had done the night before were vivid in her mind. She blamed herself and knew she should have stopped, even though she'd been in such a desire-fueled state.
She rolled over in bed and saw the picture of her dad on her nightstand. She'd cut it in half, throwing away the part with her mother in it. She briefly tried to blame her mother for what had transpired. After all, it had been her that put her father in the state he was in.
The thoughts died quickly as soon as they entered her head. She knew that no matter what her father was going through, it had been her that had...
She couldn't bear to think about it and tried to brush the thoughts away. She lifted a pillow and covered her face, screaming into it in frustration. The image of her father's cum soaking into her panties filled her head. She saw her fingers dripping with the warm liquid and then saw them slowly move to her mouth. An image flashed into her mind then. She lay in her bed, her panties soaked with her father's semen and her legs spread. One hand was furiously scrubbing at her aching pussy, the other slurping greedily at her cum-covered hand.
She reached up and brushed a tear from her eyes and wondered for the millionth time, just what the hell was wrong with her.
A few minutes later, she finally worked up the willpower to get out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower. Reaching into the shower, she turned the water on as hot as she could stand and hopped in, then grabbed the loofah and began to scrub.
Images of her actions the night before continued to assault her as she washed herself. She closed her eyes eventually and lowered her head into the stream, the water washing away her tears. Eventually, the water began to run cold and she finally turned it off and hopped out.
She had to admit that the shower had made her feel better, even though her actions the previous night still weighed heavily on her mind. She needed to talk to someone, but Dakota was probably not the right person, and her dad was definitely not either.
"There's no one you're going to be able to talk to about what you did,"
she thought.
"You're going to Hell."
She shook the thoughts away left the bathroom. Dressing quickly, she chose something more modest than she normally did as the images assaulted her.
She closed her eyes, praying... wishing... begging for them to grant her some peace.
"Fingers dripping with pearly white cum, oozing into my waiting mouth..."
She moaned softly as she remembered the taste, subconsciously licking her lips and steadying herself on the wall.
"God, I'm such a fucking freak,
she thought, realizing the thought of what she had done was exciting her all over again. The way her father's seed had tasted was different somehow, from all the boys back in Cali.
She immediately shook those thoughts away, or tried to, as the memory of the taste hit her again. She winced and thought she could almost feel it on her tongue. She felt her pussy get squishy in her panties and moaned in agony.
Finally, she forced herself up and went downstairs. Her father had already eaten breakfast and was presumably up in his office. She quickly made herself some toast and ate it, hoping to be out of the kitchen and back to the relative safety of her room.
As she finished, however, and began to head upstairs, her dad appeared out of the office and headed downstairs, directly towards her.
Her head reached the top step and she peered upwards, her eyes inadvertently going to the bulge in his pants as it bounced towards her. She bit her lip softly and quickly averted her gaze as he came forwards.
"Morning, sleepyhead," he said. "I made us some unhealthy breakfast but you slept too late," he said, with a pout. "No bacon for you."
She smiled at his goofiness and met him at the top step. His warmth and demeanor immediately brushed all of the thoughts from the previous night away and began to make her feel immensely better.
She wrapped him in a hug, pushing him backwards and causing him to stumble a bit. Reaching out and catching the wall, he chuckled and wrapped her in a bear hug.
"I'm sorry about last night," he said, as she nuzzled against his chest.
She froze, and then slowly glanced up, fear in her eyes.
"You know, snapping at you for trying to look out for me..."
She smiled, relief apparent on her face. She reached up and kissed him on the cheek then and nuzzled into his chest once more.
Then she felt it, again. Backing up and holding him at arm's length, she glanced down and saw his prick bobbing slowly to life as he began to turn and head downstairs, his hand adjusting his shorts to try and conceal it.
"I'm not even wearing anything sexy," she said as he headed down the stairs past her.
He blushed and turned halfway, shrugging. "I know. I woke up this morning, more... relaxed than I've been in a long time. I didn't immediately start thinking about sex."
"Until you hugged me..." she said, guessing the unspoken truth he was thinking. A demented sort of pride filled her then as he blushed and went downstairs without saying anything else.
Feeling a little better, she went back to her room and studied for a few hours. Thoughts of what had happened were never very far away, though she did manage to concentrate on her studies.
Dakota texted a few times, and Emily figured it was safe enough to see her, as long as they kept the conversation light and didn't interact with her father. She invited her over for later that afternoon and then tossed her phone to the bed and resumed studying. As afternoon turned into evening, she got a text from her friend that she was on her way. A little later, the doorbell rang, and Emily rushed downstairs to answer it. She heard her dad and Dakota talking and peered around the edge of the wall.
Dakota was giggling about something while he shut the door behind her. She turned suddenly and gave him a hug and then pulled him down to whisper something in his ear. He chuckled and shook his head, murmuring something in response.
Emily felt a sharp stab of jealousy, surprising her. She tried to ignore it, but she couldn't get over the idea that Dakota was taking something of hers. She sighed and turned back upstairs, irritated
A minute later, the redhead knocked lightly on the door. "Emily?" she called softly.
"Door's open," Emily said, irritation clear in her tone.
Peering in, Dakota looked in on her curiously. "You okay? You don't sound very happy to see me."
Emily shrugged, unable to conceal the irritability she was feeling.
Dakota came and sat on the bed after shutting the door behind her. "What's the matter?" she asked.
Emily shook her head, knowing how ridiculous it was to be irritated, but unable to move past it. "It's not important. I'm just grumpy."
Dakota frowned then and moved closer, running a fingernail along Emily's leg. "Is there anything I can do for my Mistress?" she asked demurely.
Unable to conceal it, half of Emily's mouth lifted in a smirk.
"Your little suck puppet would be glad to fulfill whatever wish my Mistress wishes," Dakota said, leaning close and kissing Emily's cheek.
Emily rolled her eyes. "I'm just fucked in the head, that's all."
Sitting back, Dakota looked at her. "Did something happen?"
Emily shrugged. "I guess."
Dakota sighed and knelt, pushing the books and laptop away. She quickly pushed Emily back and grabbed both sides of her face and kissed her.
Emily squealed in gentle surprise at the suddenness of the movement, as well as Dakota's forcefulness. Her warm and powerful tongue pushed into Emily's mouth, gently finding hers and dancing wetly with it for a few moments. As she pulled back, Dakota gently nibbled on her lip and then sat back.
"There, now you shouldn't be so grumpy and you can tell me what's wrong."
Emily sighed, and in truth, wasn't as grumpy, but she just wasn't sure if she should really spill the beans about what had happened. She smiled weakly at Dakota as a single tear came to her face. "I don't want you to hate me," she said. "Or think I'm a freak."
Dakota brushed Emily's blonde hair from her face. "I'm not going to think you're weird, or a freak." She scooted so that she was sitting next to her at the head of the bed.
"I just don't know what I should tell you..." Emily said, cryptically.
Dakota shrugged. "Tell me everything. I've been your friend longer than anyone else. You can't scare me away easily."
Emily smiled weakly again and shrugged. A long silence followed and she seemed to come to a decision. "I'll try, I guess," she said.
There were a few more long moments of silence between the two, and finally, Emily sighed and wiped a tear away.
"A few weeks ago, when all this started, I heard my dad crying in his bedroom. He was obviously upset that "bitch" had left and was having nightmares. I got up, and went in to try and comfort him, but there didn't seem to be anything I could do. That first time, I went back to bed."
Dakota nodded, listening quietly and gently running her hands through Emily's beautiful blonde hair.
"A few days later, I heard him again, but this time I figured that he might do better if he had something warm up against him. He might think it was her and sleep better."
Dakota nodded. "That makes sense. Did it work?"
"It did," Emily said. "He slept peacefully that night and for a few nights after." She sighed as she finished, her face turning towards her lap as she thought about the previous night. Dakota sat patiently.
"Last night, I could hear him rustling around. I woke up, and I was really, really horny. I'd like to say that I went to his room for just him, but that would be untrue. I missed being with someone. I missed being held and squeezed... made love to."
Dakota's eyes went wide for a second.
"I crept into his room, telling myself that it was for his sake that I was there. I slipped into just my panties and an old shirt of his. We fell asleep and he stopped his fitful rustling and just held me."
