This story contains non-consensual, graphic sex between a father and his daughter. If these themes do not suit you, please read something else.
This is a work of fiction and is not based on real life events or characters.
This is my first work of fiction at Literotica. I hope you like it!
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My wife has always been a huge part of my life. So when the doctor told us that she was dying, my world fell apart. The world that Corinne and I built together produced so many joyous moments and created Sarah, our beautiful 18 year-old daughter. I could not accept that she was dying. She was only 42! Once Sarah left for college, we were going to travel the world together.
My sweet Corinne had breast cancer and the tumor had infiltrated almost every part of her body. The curvaceous, supple body she once had started wasting away. She was barely skin and bones and the tumor a hideous mass, destroying her once fleshy breast. It killed me to see her being robbed of her health and dignity.
All through the treatment, Sarah was the pillar of our strength. I am ashamed to say that I could not do anything besides walk listlessly around the house or the hospital and drink. I even quit my job so I didn't have to face anyone. She had to keep up with finishing high-school, keep food on the table and keep me from further despair.
Sarah was a strong teenager, though she was likely grieving over her mother's illness and her father's helplessness. She was the one who found Saint Joseph Hospital, who had a revolutionary clinical trial program. She was the one who drove us two hours to the hospital every weekend. I used to be the man of the family but now she was the strong one.
Sarah had always been a cheerful child, never temperamental or obnoxious, like most kids these days. Corinne and I showered her with love and she returned it twice, no, thrice the amount.
The first day of January was a snowy one and the morning sun rays shone on the glistening snow, reminding of a simpler time just one year ago. I stepped out of the house to admire my surroundings, all my problems temporarily forgotten. Then, as a few moments passed, the pain returned.
Sighing, I walked towards the post box to retrieve the mail. It was mostly bills, flyers and other rubbish, but one envelope stood out. It was addressed to Sarah, from MIT. I ripped it open. She was accepted into their advanced physics program. My heart clenched. Massachusetts was a 13-hour drive away from our house, and an even further drive to Saint Joseph Hospital.
It just isn't fair.
That evening when she came back home from school, she found me lying unconscious on the floor in the living room, covered in vomit. I had drunk myself stupid, way over my limit. Her acceptance letter lay on the floor near me.
She must have somehow maneuvered me away from the pool of vomit and in to clean clothes as I woke up a few hours later on the couch with the strong smell of floor cleaner in the air. My head still swam from the residual alcohol in my blood and it took a lot of upper body strength to get me off the couch before I somehow managed to get myself on my feet. I looked around, it was dark outside the window and my daughter was nowhere to be seen.
Sarah must already be sleeping. I knew seeing my body collapsed on the floor must have affected her badly. I needed to apologize, I thought to myself as I slowly walked upstairs to her room. And beg her not to leave me.
Climbing the stairs was difficult, but after a few steps, my walking became steadier.
I gently pushed her bedroom door open. The light from the corridor barely illuminated the room. My sweet Sarah was on her bed, fast asleep, dressed in a sweet pink tank top with the blanket tucked up until her waist.
I sat on the edge of her bed, to her left, and reached my hand out to her shoulder to wake her up. It must have been the alcohol or she must have moved because my hand landed on her breast.
The sensation sent a shock wave through my system.
Still, I didn't let go. She felt so. So soft. Without realizing it, I squeezed her breast gently. A soft moan escaped her parted lips. It horrified me. This was my daughter, but the thought didn't stop me from getting hard.
When did she become a woman? I'd always pictured her as that cute, love-filled girl who would show me her drawings and ask for piggyback rides. That girl was no more.
Her long, straight black hair spread over the pillow, her face had become more angular and mature, and her parted pink lips looked soft and luscious. As my eyes raked down her body, I could make out her dark areolas from the pink tank top. I could also feel her nipple under the weight of my palm.
It felt glorious and at the same time, not enough.
I had to see more. With my free hand, I slowly pulled the blanket down to reveal a strip of flesh uncovered by her baggy pajama bottoms. This was followed by the reveal of smooth, creamy legs. I found myself yearning to spread them.
I removed my hand and stepped back. Sarah had become more beautiful than possible. She was even more beautiful than her mother had been. At that thought, a shot of remorse tempered my deep longing for my daughter.
I don't remember how long I stood there, just staring at the sleeping form of my beautiful daughter. My beautiful daughter who would be leaving me for college. She was even going to leave her sick mother. My head cleared a bit more from the alcohol fuzz and I began to rationalize the situation. She deserved to leave. I had to man up and be the one to take care of things now.
But I also deserve to see my daughter's body seeing as I've already come this far. I have to do this before she leaves and college changes her. Before she leaves and doesn't come back for months. Before she leaves and I forget how beautiful she is. I deserve it. I've been alone for so long. I deserve it.
It was this sick rationalization that made me approach her bed again. This time I reached for the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up, careful not to wake her.
Her breasts were large like her mother's, milky white and topped with puffy, dark areolas and the cutest nipples imaginable. I let out a groan at the sight, my cock hardening within my sweatpants. It took all my restraint not to take her nipples into my mouth and suck for dear life. I allowed myself a few minutes to admire her breasts.
