Author's note: This is a work of fiction, any similarity to reality is coincidental and unintended. All parties are 18 or over. This one is a long one... I didn't mean for it to go this long, but I hope you enjoy.
If you haven't read chapter 1 yet, you should - it gives all the backstory which I won't repeat here.
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Chapter 2
A little over a month had passed since the events I wrote about in chapter 1 took place. I was still torn between the love of my family and an inescapable desire to go further with my daughter Samantha. I fought with myself daily, going back and forth uncertain about how she felt, too afraid to talk to her about it, and my fears for what trying to go further would mean for my family - whether she wanted me to or not.
If Sam did want me to go further, and I did - I would be cheating on my wife. A woman I love dearly. I have watched days worth of videos and read countless stories and about incest; and one that one theme always seems to be missing from them all.
The seductive daughter seduces the "unwilling" father whose only reply is "what if your mother finds out". The father who slowly convinces the daughter. The sudden lusty romance between two family members destined to be lovers... there is never a mention of "this isn't right because its cheating" or "no I love your mother!"
Then again, what if she didn't want me to go further? What if she really was the idyllic youngster, unwise to the desires of men; just allowing my slight advances out of an unconditional but completely benign love for her stepfather? What if I shattered that love? Would she ever forgive me?
I was torn. These were the thought that racked my mind in the span between the events that I have already written about and those that are to come below. Luckily, work provided something of a distraction. I don't think I mentioned it before - but I am a mid-level manager of a large nation-wide company. The department I oversee provides technical support and training for some fairly high-end entertainment systems. I was sent on a two week cross country tour to oversee the upgrade of many of the installations.
Of the three week tour, only one event stands out that is worth mentioning here. I will describe it briefly to you:
During my trips, I try to keep in contact with my family at night via Skype; especially with my son who is still too young to really grasp the length of time I am sometimes gone for. One night near the end of the trip I was talking to my son when my wife told him it was time to get ready for bed. He passed the video camera to Sam as he ran for the stairs.
"Hi" Sam said, staring off into the distance toward the television. She was wearing that same Cinderella top she'd been wearing nearly three weeks prior.
"Hey honey. How's it going?" I asked.
"Good."
"How's dance?"
"Good. We're doing rehearsals."
"Oh? When's the recital?"
Still staring off toward the tv she replied "Two weeks." And then she looked sad.
"What's wrong Sam?" I asked noticing the change immediately.
She was silent for long while, as if thinking it over.
"Will you be home to see it?" She asked, suddenly staring directly into the camera.
"I wouldn't miss it."
That seemed to put a smile on her face. "Good." She added, back to her usual cheerful self. We sat without talking for the next few minutes; almost as if enjoying each others company.
"Okay. I'm gonna get ready for bed." Sam said after the silence had dragged on for a several minutes.
"Okay honey. Have a good night. I'll be home in three days."
"Good." Sam said smiling, facing directly into the camera again.
"Good?" I asked.
Sam looked down toward her breasts, a large grin spreading across her face.
"My shoulders are sore." She said quickly, then looked up and winked into the camera before hanging up.
My jaw nearly embedded itself into the ground six floors below as I stared at the black screen for a space of time I could not guess at. My mind was racing. Even I could not possibly misinterpret her meaning. Sam had clearly understood what was going on that night, and what's more she obviously wanted it to happen again!
I hardly slept at all that night.
The rest of the trip continued on uneventfully, and I returned home three days later shortly before dinnertime. It was Thursday and I had decided I didn't need to be back at the office until about Tuesday so I could get in a nice long weekend. Despite her own work schedule - Jessica was busy putting the finishing touches on dinner when I came in.
"Daddy!" Michael screamed, nearly knocked me over as he jumped at me. He had run twenty feet in what seemed a second as soon as he heard the front door open. He wrapped his arms around my legs and it was several minutes before I could convince him to let go.
I walked into the kitchen, Michael following me as if uncertain whether I would disappear suddenly again. Jessica was sliding chicken pieces from a pan when I stepped behind her. I leaned over her shoulder and she rested her head back onto my shoulder as we kissed. I squeezed her right but cheek, and she deftly swatted my hand away.
"No, none of that right now." She admonished, a sly grin on her face.
"Dinner before dessert." She added, returning to the task. Within a couple minutes, she had prepared three plates and set them out on the waiting dinner table.
"Sam's at Erin's." Jessica called, returning briefly to the kitchen as I poured a California Merlot into our two glasses. Erin had been Sam's best friend since their first day of school, the two were always together.
"And there's a package in the garage. It came yesterday."
I headed out to the garage to see what it was, and found a FedEx box sitting on my workbench about the size of two shoeboxes placed end-to-end.
"The tent!" I realized suddenly. I had ordered it before I left for the trip to replace my aging REI Half-dome that I had foolishly left in the back shed and some squirrels had utterly obliterated over the winter. Instantly, I knew what my weekend would look like!
I opened the box and was greeted with the distinctive Marroon/White inner tent and poles. Like a child on Christmas morning who had received the only gift he'd asked for, I turned it over in my hands and inspected the craftsmanship of my new MSR Hubba Hubba 2 tent. The factory taped seams and heavy gauge floor would keep me comfortable in even the worst rainstorms I encountered on the trails or lakes.
Michael walked in as I finished putting the tent back into the box.
"Wanna try out the new tent in the backyard this weekend?" I asked, picking Michael up. I had never actually taken the kids on a real camping trip before, but Michael was always keen on playing camping. I had built him a "tent" out of bed sheets many times - and he had spent about a month sleeping in one I built in his room that winter.
"Yeah!" He screamed, jumping down and running off to tell his mom the good news.
"Just got home and already leaving on a camping trip?" Jessica asked as I walked back into the dining room.
"Just a backyard campout." I replied, wrapping my arms around her.
