This story contains non/dubious consent between a father and his daughter. If these themes do no suit you, please read something else.
On a personal note, thank you so so so so so much to everyone who took the time to vote, comment and send me feedback. It means so much to a newbie like me.
I'm really sorry I left out a non-consent warning in the previous chapter. That said, I'd like to remind the readers that non-consent and incest are both taboo but valid kinks. And that these are merely
fantasies
. It's hypocritical to shame one kink yet get off on another.
This is a work of fiction and is not based on real life events or characters.
I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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I woke up the next day with a throbbing headache. With slow steps, I found my way to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. The painkillers went down easily. While waiting for the pills to take effect, I sat on the toilet and relieved myself.
There were a good three or four minutes of blessed obliviousness before the memories from last night gushed into the forefront of my awareness. A dull throb of arousal accompanied these unbidden memories.
What have I done?
A dozen things popped up in my mind, trying to justify my actions and thoughts. I was drunk. I haven't had sex for so damn long. I was depressed. Sarah enjoyed it. She was going to leave me. And they went on and on. It was as though I had the devil perched upon my shoulder and whispering these excuses into my ear. I could almost believe them. Now where was its counterpart to tell me differently?
I got up after realizing the cold porcelain was making my butt numb and took a hot shower.
The rest of the day felt incredibly long. Though I had woken up late in the afternoon, Sarah would only be back from school at five. I made myself a drink in the meantime.
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When it was thirty minutes past six and Sarah wasn't home yet, I became worried. Various possibilities flashed through my head. She could be lying in a ditch. She could have gone to the police. She could have been kidnapped. None of those things comforted my increasing anxiety.
Just as I began dialing her number, Sarah walked through the front door. She was in her sports attire.
"I had extra practice today." She breezed past me and headed up the stairs.
I called out to her but she didn't stop. I started climbing the stairs after her. I was desperate to make things right, to close the distance between us, to touch her again. She was walking at a brisker pace and the room door clicked close before I could reach her. I leaned against the wooden door and knocked twice. Her soft voice answered. "What is it?"
"Sarah, I have to talk to you."
There was silence on the other side. Then, she answered again. "Can it wait?"
I persisted. "No it can't."
There was an indecipherable sound from the other side. Then, the door unlocked and Sarah peered out at me.
"What is it?" She seemed anxious to end the conversation.
"May I enter?"
She hesitated before opening the door to allow me into her room. She waited by the door as I made my way to her bed. I sat on its edge, sinking partially into the soft ripple foam. Sarah looked at her feet. Even now, as we stood barely five feet away, she refused to look at me.
A part of me had secretly hoped that I wouldn't be attracted to her once the alcohol wore off. It was wishful thinking. She was still the loveliest woman I've met. Her dark hair was drawn into a high ponytail, exposing her slender neck. She had my eyes, a deep soulful brown, and her mother's thin, straight nose. Her lips were pressed firmly together but memories from last night reminded me how they looked parted and forming wordless noises of pleasure.
Her shirt was baggy and her breasts seemed diminished under them. The marks I made last night on her shoulders were covered. My gaze wandered downwards. Where her shirt was shapeless, her shorts were snug. The stretchy polyester fabric hugged her curves, digging almost sinfully into her crevice. Her clothed body aroused me more than if she were naked. I gripped the edge of the bed, willing my mind to remain grounded.
Sarah's long legs shifted under the heat of my gaze. Startled, I looked up at her face. She had caught my non-subtle appreciation.
"I wanted to talk to you about last night."
"We don't have to talk about anything. Let's just pretend nothing happened."
My heart broke when I heard my little girl say that to me.
"Sit here." I patted the space next to me.
It seemed as though she would stand there forever. Finally, she caved and sat next to me. Her fists were balled up in her lap. I couldn't tell if it was from nervousness or anger. I reached into her lap and grasped her hand. She didn't say anything nor did she pull away. Her hand was so cold and trembled within mine. Just touching her hand made the blood surge into my groin.
"Last night happened and we have to accept it. I don't know what words I can say to make you understand but last night was something special. It felt so right."
Her hands trembled even more.
"I love you very much, Sarah. Please try to understand me."
Sarah wrenched away from me and buried her face in her hands. Her body shook. It was only when tears started dripping between her fingers did I realize she was crying.
"Do you think that I don't understand?" She whispered between sobs. "You should have stopped."
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." She flinched at my words.
"You don't even know how hard I've been trying all this while." She kept sobbing, each painful sound like a bullet through me.
I pulled her close. She let me, burying her face into my chest. She held on to the front of my shirt, tugging me even closer. Her tears seeped past the fabric, on to skin and searing itself into my flesh. She never cried like this, not even during the worst of times. I was reminded of how young she was. It was suffocating to know that it was I who caused her this pain. And the worst part was that there was a huge part of me that was acutely aware of her soft body against mine.
"Honey, I know you've been holding our family together these last few months. Your mom knows, I know."
"It's not that."
