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 -- Ch 02". Please read the first and second chapters before continuing or else it may not make complete sense. Thank you!
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"Diana!"
I jumped up, wiping my mouth with my hand as my father zipped his trousers up. We quickly exited the study and I ran downstairs to greet Miranda and Ali.
"Hey!" I grabbed Ali and squeezed her tight, then threw my arms around Miranda and hugged her. Ali smiled and her cute little dimples were accentuated, the spray of freckles across her cheeks illuminated.
"Di I want to tell you all about what happened the other day! I was going to ask, could you help me bake some stuff for the hospice for Saturday please?"
"Sure, Ali!" I grinned at her. It was so nice having my sisters on planet earth for a change!
We spent a couple of hours in the kitchen getting covered in flour, but I can cook rather well and soon enough, we had some beautiful results. I don't enjoy cooking, but when it's for my sisters I'll do anything for them. We aren't close enough as far as I'm concerned.
Eventually I heard my father's footsteps descending the staircase, and he walked through into the kitchen from the living room. He found me in my floury state and grinned.
"How's my baby!" he smiled at me.
"Dad!" Ali yelled. "Di, I'm going to go clean up. Can you put the cakes away once they cool?"
"Sure" I said absently. I was just happy to see my father. As soon as Ali had left the room he wrapped his arms around me tight playfully, giving me a big kiss on the forehead, then on the mouth. We laughed like schoolchildren. "You'll get flour all over you!" I screamed.
"See if I care!" He cuddled me tight while I giggled uncontrollably.
"...Kevin?"
We spun around. There my mother stood, bags in hand, her coat still wet from outside. My father moved away from me, trying to act nonchalant.
"Sharon" he greeted her quietly. She stared at him for a moment before continuing.
"I need help with these bags. I'm leaving in the morning instead of tonight."
"Sure" my father replied. My father was covered in flour now, but he didn't seem to mind at all, even in front of my mother.
We had been caught in what my mother could have possibly seen as a compromising situation. However my mother didn't seem to notice. If she did she certainly kept her suspicions to herself. But why would she suspect anything? My mind ran back to all the times we had been with my Mum and sisters. There weren't that many incidences; my mother was out a lot and usually ended up eating alone at whatever hour she got back from work. There had been the occasional family dinner occurrence. No doubt we would all be eating together this evening, as the rarity of having my entire family indoors suggested.
I decided to help my mother in the kitchen, and set about preparing the food.
"You look a little bigger than usual" my mother retorted. My Mum has the habit of reporting on everything like it's the ten o'clock news.
"What do you mean?"
"You just look a tad bigger than usual, that's all" she replied, turning back around to face the cupboards.
"Nonsense, Diana looks more beautiful than ever" my father jumped in defensively.
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it."
"Well there isn't" my father told her sternly.
She had her back turned to us and my father reached out and stroked my hand, smiling. I smiled back at him happily.
I did know what she meant though. That very morning I had scrutinized myself in the mirror and I did look a little rounder than usual. I put it down to my nonexistent periods and left it at that. I'm on the contraceptive implant so it was nothing unusual, my weight did go up and down a bit.
When we all sat down to eat, things were tense. My father sat opposite me, and was therefore extremely hard to avoid. An awkward silence hung in the air until my mother spoke.
"So, what have you girls been up to then?"
Ali and Miranda both jumped in at the same time, whereas I sat quietly. As they conversed with my mother I could feel my father's eyes on me, burning brightly into me like two hot coals. I caught his gaze, silently questioning his attentiveness to my presence. I looked at him hard then gazed down at my plate. I wasn't feeling very hungry. My stomach churned like a cement mixer.
"So how about my little Diana?" my mother finally asked. I paused.
"Im fine."
"Just fine?"
"Yes."
"What about work?"
"Work is okay. How was your trip?"
"Trip?"
"Yes, your work trip last weekend?"
"Oh! Yes that was fine I was accompanied by another member of staff so it wasn't all bad."
"Who was that then?" my father asked noncommittally.
"...Tony." My mother went back to eating. There was an air of uneasiness. My father glanced at me and smiled. I smiled back and tried not to look at him again. I felt his foot touch mine under the dinner table and I almost jumped out of my chair.
"Diana, please do not spill the peas" my mother said coldly. I put my fork down amenably and stared at my plate.
"Diana, are you alright?" my father asked quietly.
"I'm not too hungry, I think I'll go and have a lie down if you don't mind"
"Of course not, do whatever you need to do" he advised, reaching across the table to grip my hand.
I ascended the staircase slowly, trudging up to my room. When I finally slumped onto my bed I fell into a dreamless sleep.
I awoke at 6AM and ran to the bathroom, feeling sick. I threw up for what must have been the tenth time in the last week and a half and went downstairs afterwards for a glass of water. I was so fed up of feeling unwell. I decided that I couldn't take another day of this. I decided that as unlikely as it was, I had to get a pregnancy test, just to rule that option out before going to the doctors.
I left the house and walked to the nearest supermarket, which is only about a fifteen minute walk. I bought a pregnancy testing kit and it had two tests. I thought it would help to be completely sure so promptly bought it and returned home. It was Saturday morning and my mother would be leaving in a short while. My sisters would be out by midday, so I figured I would do it then.
I could tell my father was anxious for us to be alone again. When I passed by their bedroom I noticed that he was eyeing my mother apprehensively as she packed her bag.
"Mum, when will you be back?" I asked her earnestly.
"Sunday night."
"Shall I leave you some dinner?"
"Sure."
It wasn't in her nature, but she kissed me on the cheek before she left. After she shut the front door behind her I ran upstairs back to the bedroom where my father sat.
"Miranda and Ali will be gone soon" I whispered. He nodded.
"I've really been looking forward to spending some time with you."
"Me too!" I kissed him on the cheek. He turned and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I relaxed into his embrace, feeling that familiar feeling of warmth and exhilaration rush over me once more. All of a sudden I came to my senses and pulled away. The bedroom door was open!
"Miranda and Ali could walk by at any moment!" I gasped.
"I know, sorry." I looked at him sharply.
"I'm going now, I'll come and see you when they have left."
I left the room, looking back to see his eyes full of longing, like a young boy in love. It made me fill up with the kind of tenderness that is only reserved for someone special. I left smiling and hopeful. I had almost forgotten about the test. But that had to wait. It was only a precaution anyway. I had probably picked up some bug at work that was causing all this.
When my sisters finally left I ventured back upstairs and stood in the doorway of my father's room. He looked up at me from the book he was reading and smiled.
"Come here" he spoke. I ran to him and he wrapped his arms around me tight, kissing me feverishly, planting kisses all over my face. He unzipped my dress and pulled it down, exposing me. I was sitting in nothing more than a tiny pair of panties and my father was kissing me all over my body, his hungry mouth on my hot flesh. I gasped as I felt his hand stroke between my legs, rubbing me through my underwear. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties and pulled them down.
"I need you now, sweetheart. Get on your knees."
I lay on my front on my elbows, my knees parted beneath me propping me up as he stroked my pussy from behind, slipping his fingers inside me, dipping into my wetness as I let out a moan. He kissed up my thighs, all over my buttocks, down to my pussy, kissing it, pushing his tongue inside of me. I moaned as I felt him quickly replace his tongue with his cock inside me. I felt his shaft in all its glory as he pumped in and out of me.
"Dad...Dad I...I need you so much" I managed to stammer as he thrust into me hard, writhing in his arms as he held onto me tight. He seemed to completely lose control. Every thrust of my hips was exaggerated by the pull of his hands on my hips, urging me on further as I came close to the edge, my nails clawing at the bedding in a desperate state of both ecstasy and unbearable fullness. I felt this incredibly strong sensation of needing to pee and realised that I was coming. I screamed as I ripped through a powerful orgasm, my cunt clenching around his swollen cock.
"Yes baby, come all over Daddy's cock!" he coaxed me. He groaned as I took him over the edge, I felt him tense up as he flooded me with his cum, holding my hips as he stayed inside me comfortingly.
"It's okay, baby its okay" he murmured as I sobbed into the covers. Not through hurt or pain, but through the sheer intensity of what just happened between us. The unspeakable feelings of passion like no other and the electric feelings we seemed to have for each other. He really cared about me and this made me feel vulnerable in his arms. He held me tightly.
"Diana? Sweetheart are you okay? I haven't hurt you have I?" he asked me frantically.
"No, no it's just...so...so..." I struggled to find the right words to say. "Powerful" I finally explained. He pulled out of me and gently turned me over, enveloping me in his arms. I held onto him firmly and kissed him hard. We lay together snugly and I must have dozed off for a few hours. When I woke up he was stroking my back, his lips close to my neck. I turned over and nuzzled into him, smiling. While I had slept unaware he had covered me up in his shirt.
