Nate's awareness was reduced to a kind of tunnel vision as his eighteen-year-old daughter led him by the hand across the interminable miles that separated his living room sofa from their final destination. What kept assaulting him, the thing he couldn't shake but that shook him to his core, was the knowledge, brutal and blood red, that his child had given herself over to his wife--as a lover as much as eagerly debased property--but she somehow thought she could... fix it. Ease him.
It was the biggest, most cosmic of jokes, but he couldn't find a way to laugh. He couldn't remember what laughter was, which was ironic because he could
hear
the universe itself roaring mockingly at him, relentless.
"Daddy..." Claudia's hands were on his shoulders, pushing him down, and when his stupefied mind managed to clear the cobwebs enough to begin his return to sanity, he found that he was already sitting in a chair in his own bedroom, while his little girl took a seat on his bed a few feet away and primly crossed her smooth, tanned, bare legs. His achingly beautiful angel looked so, so worried as she began running a hand up and down the top of his thigh, trying to comfort him. "I can't even imagine what you're feeling right now."
"Try." Nate surprised himself with his answer, but he embraced it and narrowed his eyes at his offspring.
Claudia tensed her improbable body; that mix of lithe fitness and lush curves that was contained only in a tiny yellow bikini. Partially contained. Right in front of him, the evidence was blithely being shoved, almost literally, in his face that the barely-there swimwear had been rent by the passion her own mother had utilized to take her virginity only hours before.
Despite her defilement, the poor, naïve, deluded child still hanging on within couldn't help but blanch at the tone in her father's voice. Her jade eyes widened slightly with surprise, and she pulled her hand back without seeming to realize it. Nate didn't feel the need to say anything else yet.
Claudia swallowed, then visibly worked to regain her equilibrium. Her second reflexive gulp didn't help the façade much, though. "O... okay. I, well... yeah. I'll try. If that will help you." She made the attempt to grin at him disarmingly. "Anything,
anything
, I can do, I will. I love you with all my heart, Dad."
Nate only stared. Waiting.
Claudia began playing with a lock of her long, auburn hair and took a deep breath. Maybe the action was utilitarian, maybe it was an attempt at something else, but either way, the result was that one of her huge tits, the tits she'd really only had for the last year or so, shifted enough that its nipple made a surprise appearance... which she didn't acknowledge in the slightest as she started talking again.
"So... I,
we
, know you saw them. The... videos." Claudia didn't expound, perhaps seeing it as mercy. After all, they both knew that she'd been subjected to a campaign of debauched propaganda designed to insidiously tempt the teen into an acceptance of unfettered, hedonistic incest. Starring her mother; Nate's own wife. So why spell it out?
"Yes. Yes I did." Nate was stone. Unyielding
Claudia, looking increasingly unsure, just nodded. "Well... you were meant to. We wanted you to... to absorb the ideas, I guess. Come to... enjoy them? I mean, you're a guy, and crazy hot girl-on-girl... y'know..." As her voice thinned, he could tell that the teen was discovering then that more than one type of maturity was being forced on her that day, and it was this second one, under the creeping realization that her father was absolutely
not
reacting in any way she'd thought or hoped, that was very obviously the more difficult to endure.
Still, she was determined. Brave. Nate had to give her that much as she hurried on. "We didn't, we
don't
, mean to... to manipulate you. To force you or trick you or anything. We talked about..." The girl paused then, taking a moment to consider what she wanted to reveal. "Oh, wait... do you know yet that I, that there were more than--"
"I know about the calls."
"Right. Okay. So, yeah, there was a plan, is a plan, but it's not... malicious." The smile was back again. "Not a single one of us wants to hurt you; not me, not mom, not even Aunt Aisha or Grandma Serilda, believe it or not."
"Not."
Claudia grimaced. "Dad, this is scary. For everyone. I know that." She gave a nervous little laugh. "I honestly don't know if anyone, anywhere, has really ever done what we're... what we hope is happening. But
we
can. All of us." She leaned forward, still heedless of her exposed flesh. "All of us, and that very much means you too."
"Goddamn it, Claudia!" Nate's furious roar made the girl lurch back in wide-eyed shock as he shot to his feet. "Stop fucking...
handling
me! You're my
daughter,
not my fucking therapist! Just tell me what you want from me!"
"
You
, you asshole!" Claudia jumped right up with him, his ire sparking her own in equal amounts. Her finger flew forward and jabbed him in the chest. "I want you! My fucking amazing, brave, funny, caring, soothing, protective..." She closed her eyes and quivered for a second. "I want the father, the
man
, I'm in love with to love me back."
Her eyes flew open again, and the smirk that formed out of nowhere was one he'd seen countless times before mirrored in Cleo; lustful promise personified. "I need you to love me often. Every fucking day." The smirk grew truly wicked. "Hard and deep."
Nate opened his mouth, but no words could get past the tongue that found itself plugging the orifice with the apparent aim of crawling down his throat. He grunted as his daughter snaked her thin arms around him, one at his waist and one behind his neck, so she could pull their bodies together until not a sliver of daylight could be seen.
The newly-deflowered girl writhed against him then, and she began making soft mews of contentment and need that vibrated his teeth, humming in tune with every inch of her nubile, shivering frame. Nate was beside himself, yet somehow very, very cognizant of every sensation racing through his own body, and it was as if he was only a watcher. A voyeur. An outsider.
Realizing that his own eyes had drifted shut, Nate felt a flush of disgust with himself and raised his hands to push Claudia away, but she seemed to anticipate the move somehow, through some kind of awakened instinct, and ended the fleshy invasion before he could, maintaining control and pulling back first.
Running a finger along her slick, smiling lips, she fixed him with a coquettish stare. "Damn, you fucking stud. That was the best kiss I've ever had." She waggled a brow at him playfully. "Don't tell mom." At seeing nothing but a gape in response, she chortled throatily. "From the size of the python I felt in those tight pants... don't tell mom's toy either." Looking very pleased with herself, Claudia took one more step back. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch, and she bit her lip. "Mmm, I can't wait for the show to start, so let's get the preview out of the way."
Nate could only give a little, weak shake of his head when his daughter began seductively running her fingertips across her flat, lightly defined core, up to the thin string between her breasts that was valiantly keeping what was left of her bikini in place, and tugged. Down came the yellow scraps, and out came the vision of ripe perfection that he was half responsible for. Still without a word, Claudia, with one hand, cupped her tit-flesh and lifted, then with the other, repeated her unveiling with the bikini bottoms, revealing that she'd very much prepared herself for this day when she'd embarked on her... scorched earth endeavor.
Fingers massaged the smooth globe above while their counterparts did the same with the hairless mound below. Nate's daughter was wanton; a siren luring him into her depths.
"Daddy, I want you so, soooo bad..." She moaned out her need to her father, unabashed and unfettered. The girl, never stopping her self-gratification, lied back on the bed and spread her knees, giving a newer, fuller view to the man who sired her. "I've always wanted you, I just didn't know it till mom woke me up. Please, daddy, I'm giving myself to you! Claim me! Take my body!"
Echoes. Repeats of tinny words he'd already heard through a tiny little speaker. It was... insulting.
"Thought your mom already had you, Cloud. Can't sell the same item twice."
Claudia's fingers, her entire being, went dead still. Her hands fell to her sides and she pushed herself up, her big boobs bouncing with the quickness of her movement, and she locked furious, incredulous eyes on her father. "What the hell did you just say to me?"
"You heard me." Nate didn't give an inch.
She began shaking her head. "No I fucking didn't. I couldn't have. Because it
sounded
like my own father just called me a whore."
"Not the word I'd use. A whore exchanges her body for money. For something real. You... you're trading your soul for something that only exists in your imagination. I don't know what the word is for that, besides... tragic, I guess. Heartbreaking."
Nate's shoulders slumped then, and he found he couldn't maintain even this brief stoicism in the face of all the realizations he was finally allowing to pierce his shell. He put a hand over his eyes wearily and fell back into the chair that was waiting for him. "Goddammit, Cloud, can't you see what's happening to you?" He looked up desperately. "What's already fucking happened?"
Claudia's face scrunched as a flash of pain raced through, there and gone. "Nothing's happened! Nothing, bad!" She scooched her firm but forward on the bed, all thoughts of ham-fisted seduction now gone. "Yeah it's... not usual, but it works! It's... it's love, daddy! Big, loud, messy, and wonderful! How... why can't you see it?"
"Claudia, this will absolutely
wreck
you. There's no two ways about it." Now it was Nate's turn to reach out, and he took his little girl's hands in his, a bit heartened that she let him without trying to turn it into something else. "No one can live this way and not be ruined by it. All people, everywhere, have to be able to... to restrain themselves. If we always get everything we want, then everything becomes worthless!"
"Dad, you're... I don't know what that has to do with..."
"Claudia, you want me... you want your mother... your aunt, your grandma... your cousins, without a doubt... all of us in that golden palace and its fortune left behind by your grandfather. A life that might as well have been granted by bottled genie."
