Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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I was the man, the adult, her protector, so how did this happen? The terrifying part of this whole situation is the thought that I wanted it to happen, had maybe always wanted it to happen.
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I'm going to Hell, I know I am, and I don't need you telling me so.
I was a career Marine, the loving husband of my wife Sophia and loving father to my daughter Courtney. Regretfully I was away a great deal of the time not always there to give Sophia the kind of time, attention, and support that she needed and deserved. After fifteen years of marriage, Sophia left me for her lover, abandoning not only me but our daughter. I was crushed. I had loved her deeply and had always felt confident that she knew this even though I didn't always show her or tell her so. The sex had always been good between us, hot, adventurous, and exciting. Unfortunately, it soon got to the point that when we weren't in bed fucking each other or me plowing her from behind in semi-public places (we had developed a kink for exhibitionism), we found ourselves constantly arguing and baiting each other over the silliest of things. It was all too obvious to me that Sophia, the love of my life was falling out of love with me.
When Sophia and I finally divorced, because I still had a couple of years remaining on my active duty with the Marines I sent Courtney to leave with her grandparent's, my parents. I spent the balance of my tour in the Middle East with minimal contact or communication with Courtney. When I retired from the service, I moved home to the house that I had shared with Sophia and began the task of rebuilding my relationship with Courtney.
Throughout her childhood, though Courtney had for the most part been a quiet, obedient and submissive child, her curiosity and desire to please would sometimes get the better of her. As Courtney grew older, I can remember my wife would occasionally mention our daughter's unsettling eagerness to please people . . . particularly men. Because of this concern, Sophia had been overly attentive and watchful of Courtney's behavior with her male friends and even male relatives. I thought she was exaggerating the problem and chose to minimize her worries. Perhaps being a man, I appreciated Courtney's physical beauty and could see men being attracted to what I thought of as her unintentional sexuality. Hell, I have to admit that even me, her father sometimes felt what I assumed was an innocent sexual attraction to her.
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After the divorce, I had sent Courtney to stay with my parents, and I think things had been difficult for Courtney and her grandparents. I remembered how, on more than one occasion, just like Sophia had, her Grandmother had begun to talk about how sexually precocious Courtney could seem. She was a beautiful girl, friendly, happy and as I mentioned before, eager to please. After Courtney celebrated her eighteenth birthday, she began to act out with male relatives sexually. Because I wasn't there to see it for myself, I thought Mom was misconstruing what she saw or just exaggerating. My Mom said it was obvious Cortney missed me terribly and that it was as if she would do anything a man asked her to do, and that may be in some confused way imagining herself pleasing me, being with me.
Mom felt Courtney saw me in other men, and men being men, naturally took advantage of that. My Mom didn't want to bother me with things I couldn't control while I was stationed halfway across the world, but she was increasingly concerned and unfortunately didn't know what to do to correct the situation. One incident so upset her that she had texted me a message and a picture that was taken soon after Courtney's eighteenth birthday. A few relatives were over for a belated birthday BBQ for Courtney, and Mom had walked in on Courtney and her older cousin Frank. They were in Courtney's room; Frank was sitting on the bed, his eyes closed and Courtney was on her knees between his legs sucking him off. I guess Mom's intrusion was so sudden Frank didn't even realize she was there, besides he was well beyond the point of stopping and couldn't have stopped even if he had wanted to. When Mom came through the door, he had already started ejaculating into Courtney's mouth, and because she couldn't swallow it fast enough, it had begun dribbling out of the corners of her mouth. When Frank had finished, he looked up and saw Mom in the open doorway.
"She wanted to, she wanted to," Frank kept repeating as he jumped up, adjusted his pants and pushed his way out of the room.
Because of Courtney's innocence and undeniable need to please men, Mom, being the protective person that she was, was scared for Courtney but didn't know what to do to help her. In a text to me, Mom explained, "I was furious with Frank, who was older than Courtney to say nothing of him being old enough to know what he was doing was wrong."
Mom said she sat Courtney down and tried to explain to her for the umpteenth time that she needed to be careful of men and that she shouldn't let them take advantage of her. Mom thought Courtney understood what she had been trying to explain to her until several weeks later, Mom had gone into the garage and was puzzled when she thought she heard voices. Walking around to the far side of the garage, she came upon Courtney's Uncle Randy, Frank's father eating her pussy in the back of the family SUV.
"Oh, yes . . . yes, Uncle Randy, that feels so good," Courtney said in a low, throaty voice. "I love you so much, Uncle Randy, don't stop."
Mom said she was dumbfounded and so shocked she couldn't speak, and quietly backed out of the garage. She tried talking to Cortney again, but it was useless, it turned into a huge argument that culminated in Courtney threating to leave. At the time, Mom didn't want Courtney to go for fear of what she might do if left on her own and to her own devices. So knowing I would be home in a few months, she decided to bide her time and keep her mouth shut.
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Sophia and I had always been loving, very attentive parents. We never missed Courtney's school activities, competitions; birthdays are any other events that were important to her. After her mother and I divorced, I was only able to come home once on furlough. Courtney and I considered that brief visit our exclusive time together. Thinking back now, I recall times during that visit when Courtney was probably overly affectionate toward me, but I thought little about it then, after all, she was my daughter, and we were supposed to be affectionate with each other. I loved my daughter and with difficulty, made myself put any unsettling, inappropriate thoughts out of my mind.
Weeks later, after we had become intimate, sometimes, I thought that maybe I welcomed or worse yet encouraged these early displays because she reminded me so much of her mother, Sophia. Back then, when I looked at her, I thought of her mother, and I would feel that familiar tightening around my heart and pulsing in my groin that I use to experience with Sophia. I still missed my ex-wife despite the fact she had abandoned us to run off with someone I had always thought of as a good friend.
When I got home following the end of my final tour, I saw my daughter Courtney for the first time in several years. I was pleased, surprised, and embarrassingly aroused at the sight of her. She had grown into a real beauty, the spitting image of her mother. Barely 5'4", maybe 110 pounds, slim waist, full womanly hips, and while they were not big, she had nice breasts that were well proportioned for her petite body. Just looking at her, with her full, luscious red lips, large, bright green eyes and thick, shiny auburn hair that hung below her shoulders, I saw my ex-wife Sophia the way she had looked when we first met, and my cock began to harden and jerk at the thought of her.
I'll always remember that day, the way Courtney came into my arms and hugged me, rubbing her young, vibrant body against mine. The feel of her hips pressing against me made my knees weak. I broke our embrace and looked at her when I felt my cock jerk in my pants, knowing that she might also have felt it.
I was confused. My cock was rock hard. 'What the hell was going on?' I wondered.
"Daddy? What's wrong? Why did you push me away?" She asked, the hurt obvious in her voice.
"I was just surprised, that's all. The last time I saw you, you were a little girl, and now you're a beautiful young woman. A beautiful young woman who looks just like her mother."
Her resemblance to Sophia was eerily uncanny. It was as if I was holding, looking at Sophia.
"Oh Daddy, I'm glad I remind you of her if it makes you happy," she said as she pressed herself close to me again and kissed me full on the mouth.
My arms tightened around her, and I returned her kiss. As my tongue slipped between her parted lips and explored her warm, sweet mouth, I pulled her to me not realizing (or caring?) that I was subtly grinding my cock against my little girl's soft, willing mons.
I could feel Courtney's small hand brush over my erection. Exhaling, I again reluctantly backed away from her.
"It's ok Daddy . . . it feels good," she said in a whispery voice against my ear as she fumbled to unzip my pants. Overwhelmed by the delicious pressure building in my balls, for a moment, it seemed I couldn't help myself when I began swaying my hips against her hand.
It wasn't her fault. I don't blame her, and I don't want anyone else to blame her.
Yes, I was Courtney's father, but when I looked at her, I saw my ex-wife Sophia and my dick throbbed and ached to be inside her. I took a deep breath and sighed when the sick thought occurred to me that perhaps I had always had these desires and in my hurt and disappointment over the end of my marriage I had begun to blur the two women into one.
I was the pervert . . . not Courtney.
"No baby, this is wrong. We can't let this happen," I said and left the room.
I could hear her calling after me, "Daddy, Daddy," but I didn't stop walking away. I knew what she wanted, and I knew it would be wrong. I also knew it would feel so fucking good to have my cock slide inside her welcoming, so willing smooth, tender young pussy.
'Oh my God, what was I saying . . . this was my daughter!'
*****
Over the next couple of weeks, Courtney had moved all of her things into her old room in our old house. Though things were a little tense, we seemed back on course to building a new life together.
I had always had an interest in contracting and building; coupled with the skills and knowledge I had picked up while in the military, I jumped at the chance to purchase a small construction company soon after we moved back to my hometown. I made Courtney my office manager, and so we were together all day as well as in the evening when we went home. Eventually, Courtney met a young man that she seemed to like and with whom she spent a lot of time and was, I am sure having sex with. I was happy for her and also relieved since I thought it tempered her romantic, possibly incestuous focus on me.
We had been in the old house perhaps four months and had been busy getting it back into order. Our days quickly fell into a comfortable routine.
Now that we were together a majority of the time, she seemed to be better able and willing to filter her overly demonstrative sexual behavior. I took this as a good sign and felt comfortable with what I saw as our developing father/daughter relationship, this despite my occasionally waking during the night after having experienced a particularly vivid wet dream (yes, at my age) in which she was the focus. During this time, when we were getting to know each other again, I often thought of the letters my Mom had sent to me concerning Courtney's sexual behavior with male relatives. I had never witnessed any inappropriate behavior and assumed that because I was back in her life, there was no longer a need for her sexually acting out as she had been subject to do before.
