This is an entirely fictional father/daughter love story of consensual adult incest. If such a topic upsets you then please go somewhere else.
This is the continuation of the story "For The Love of My Father". Please read Part 1 before continuing or else it may not make complete sense. Thank you!
"Come on Sweetheart, we had better get up" my father spoke softly, stroking my arm. I nodded, swinging my feet out of bed but he held me close in his arms, pressing up against my back. "I love you Diana" he told me.
"Oh Dad, I love you too" I turned around and knelt on the bed, cuddling him tight in my arms. "I must go now" told him gently.
I left my father's bed and walked quickly to the bathroom, feeling our mingling juices running down my thighs. I turned on the shower and felt my father come in behind me. I felt him touch my skin, his hand moving down my back.
"Diana...we must be careful of your sisters...they mustn't think that you have changed...you look so radiant."
I turned to look at him. "Dad, you mustn't worry, I'm not going to say anything. I never would."
I got into the shower and threw my head back, the water running over my hair and shoulders. He watched me before leaving, shutting the bathroom door behind him.
When I finally got out of the shower I wandered to my room and got dressed. I went downstairs into the living room where my father sat and he looked at me happily. I smiled at him and we sat and talked for hours.
My older sister finally barged through the door, muttering about one of her friends.
"Hey Miranda"
"Hey" she put her bag down and sighed, half-heartedly trying to hold her keys between her teeth while shutting the door. I jumped up and helped her with her bag while she shut the door and we took everything into the kitchen. My father went upstairs, probably to take a shower before my mother returned.
The next few days were a blur. I went to work, went home again, listened to my mother – usually on the phone complaining about something whenever she was indoors, or watching television. I listened to my sisters rant and rave about tedious matters that made my head spin, and watched my father quietly try to make sense of things, usually going to the study to read in peace and quiet, like me. Only now I sat in the corner of the study while he would sit at his desk. We daren't get any closer to each other because I think we were both worried about the consequences if we did.
One day I got home and noticed that only my father was home. His car was on the drive. My mother must be working late, I thought to myself. I got indoors, threw my bag down and sat on the sofa, drawing my legs close to me as I sat and pondered over what to do. I didn't know whether to go and see my father and announce my presence, or stay put. I decided on the latter.
I heard footsteps on the stairs, and realised that he had heard me enter the house.
"I heard you come in" he said softly, standing behind me. I sat with my hands clasped, looking down at my feet.
"I missed you" he confessed.
"I missed you too" I paused before continuing. I just had so many mixed feelings.
"What we are doing is so wrong" I told him weakly, shaking my head.
"I know. I just don't know what to do about it."
"I don't want to hurt Mum" I said, placing my head in my hands.
"It's not you she would kill, it's me" he told me, placing his hand upon my shoulder. "Not your fault."
"It's my fault too."
"No. I should know better" he added bitterly.
"I'm sorry" tears began to fall down my cheeks, and I wiped them away quickly.
"Sweetheart" he knelt down in front of me and kissed my cheeks, looking concerned. "I love you. And I can't help wanting you. Don't you feel the same?"
"Of course I do. I don't want it to stop either."
I placed my hands in his and instinctively placed my hand on his cheek, kissing it firmly. We stared at each other, before I leant down and kissed him on the lips passionately, his arms enveloping me as I kissed him.
"Take me to bed Daddy" I moaned into his mouth. He shuddered, moving away to look me in the eyes.
"You want this, don't you?" he asked me seriously.
"Yes."
"Let me take you to bed then, sweetness. I want to look after my beautiful girl." I nodded and he squeezed my hands, taking me with him to the bedroom. I felt my excitement build as we walked up the stairs. I couldn't believe we were doing this. My mother and sisters were out and even though it would be hours until they got back, I still felt it was a risk. A risk that was quite dangerous. What if my mother came home? Anything could happen. It only added to my nerves and he noticed. We sat down on the bed and he began kissing me. He could feel me shaking.
"Diana, are you okay?" he stroked my arm. "Is there anything wrong?"
"I'm worried about them coming home."
"You mean your mother, don't you?"
I nodded.
"If I thought there was any chance..." he trailed off. I placed my hand on his thigh and he looked at me.
"Kiss me Daddy" I murmured. He suddenly pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me forcefully. I moved my hand further up his leg and felt his hardness underneath his trousers. He groaned.
