(Before I begin I need to personaly thank Tinkz for editing this story for me..... Keyleigh was an accident. When I sat down to write a story I had never intended to write an incest story and told a very good friend of mine this when Keyleigh was first published. His answer was that perhaps Keyleigh needed her story telling and she chose you to do it. After the first story many people wanted to know more about Keyleigh. I sat down and wrote two more before I felt her story was finally told. For me Keyleigh has been a roller coaster ride of emotions and looking back I'm proud she chose me to tell the story of Keyleigh, her two true loves and her children.)
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I suppose it was inevitable that this day would come. Mom had noticed the changes in the girls some eighteen months ago and phoned me. For years both girls had fought so hard to claim there own space and independence. They both wanted their own personality to shine through, rather than just be one half of a twin. Now, both girls are slowly finding a middle ground in their personalities and building on it and are beginning to look like clones. I noticed it at the twin's last birthday party, the hair styles although on the surface different, were subtly the same, as were their dresses.
It's started to worry Mom a great deal, we had just got off the phone tonight to each other, she had decided to phone because the girls were on a sleep over at a friend's house, so she could get away with talking freely without having to look over her shoulder. It surprises me that we talk more about the girls than we ever did about anything else. Having them both sure put a new lease of life in Mom and Dad and to a great extent helped them heal the pain of losing Keyleigh. The door bell rang, I looked at the clock. Even at eight thirty I thought it odd that someone would call at this hour. I opened the door and Kelsey was standing there. As I've already said, it was inevitable this day would come.
"Hello Daddy." She emphasized the last word, placing as much bile as she could onto it.
It didn't shock me as much as I thought it would, some day one of us would slip up, both the girls were to smart not to figure it out eventually. So much for trying to give both of them a clean slate to start their own lives with.
"Good evening Kelsey, where is your sister?" I asked.
I stood back to see if she would come inside, to her credit she did. I had wondered if it would be a good idea to let Mom know their sleep over was a fake or hear her out first.
"She's on a little errand, she should be here in the morning, and bearing gifts I have no doubt."
I walked into the kitchen, Kelsey followed. For the time being I was curious to see where this was going.
"I'm making a salad, would you like something to eat while we wait for your sister to turn up or is this a flying visit?"
"Oh don't let me stop you, Daddy." Again there was that emphasis on the last word.
"Your Gran taught you both manners Kelsey, I suggest you use them."
I continued to chop things for the salad, letting my words take a pass at Kelsey, wanting to see how she would respond to them.
"Tell me Daddy, what was it like fucking your own sister?"
I thought it best to put the knife down. Kelsey had come here for a fight; it seemed I was also in for a crash course in fatherhood.
"You're a young lady Kelsey; behave like one and stop sounding like a street corner hooker."
Kelsey was instantly off of her chair, I didn't think it would take even that much, she had planed this meeting to the last detail, now she planned to deliver her end of the evening.
"How could you? She was your own sister, it wasn't as if it was the once, you nailed her for five years."
The room temperature got a little cooler now. I was being pushed into an area I would choose not to go. I was trying so desperately hard not to lose my temper now.
"You need to calm down Kelsey and remember this is your Mother you're talking about, show some respect."
Kelsey now stood less than two feet away from me, yet she chose to shout as if I was the other end of the building.
"Respect?! She was just as complicit in this as you were, how can you even defend what happened, do you know what that makes my sister and me? Bastards! Yes you heard me. BASTARDS!"
She screeched the last word at me, her eyes so wild with fury now. Kelsey's face was now a deep red with anger. The temperature dipped even more in that room just then, there was now a pain behind my eyes as I tried so desperately hard not to slip down that very slippery slope and plunge into a well of anger. I figure even if I had a pair of binoculars I wouldn't be able to see how far my own daughter had crossed the line now.
"You've had your first and only chance Kelsey, now sit down and calm down."
"I will not!" She shouted still standing her ground "I despise you both and I'm glad she's dead."
What happened next was inevitable really. The anger within me took hold, an anger I have held in check all these years. I grabbed Kelsey by the hair and forced her head back, she went to scream, as she opened her mouth I pushed a kitchen cloth into her mouth and dragged her over to a seat, I sat and looped her over one knee, forcing her head close to the floor by the hair. I guess now was the only time she had a chance to escape what I was going to do to her, but she was to busy kicking and flailing around to notice me change hands.
With my other leg I clamped her legs still. Throwing her skirt up over her ass I pulled her bikini bottoms down. She simply didn't know what to do, her hands were trying to release the hold I had on her hair, trying to force my knees apart to allow her to escape, and she simply didn't know what to do first. Her sister could have been there trying to help for all I cared at that moment, I had seen red on a monumental scale, and Kelsey had to be punished the old fashioned way.
"You have been a spoiled little bitch for years now, Kelsey, seems it's time you got what is well overdue."
I slapped her across the ass cheek with so much force the shape of my hand could clearly be seen on her.
"That's for when you were ten and you threw a tantrum putting your new bike under the rear wheels of your Granddad's car because you didn't like the color.
I slapped her again, only this time across the other ass cheek, again I could clearly see the mark where my hand had been.
"That's for when you where eleven and you got bored with all your dolls, you set fire to them all so your Gran couldn't give them away. If you couldn't have them you made sure no-one else could enjoy them didn't you, you little witch."
I went on like that, all through the years that she was such a selfish little witch; she got a slap, right up until today when she had the gall to speak about her own Mother like that. When I had finished her whole ass was a swollen pinkish red mess. I stood up letting go of her hair at the same time. She rolled to the floor, not even a tear in her eyes. When I looked down I still had some hair in my hand where she had struggled so much, I leaned down and pulled the rag from her mouth. I still trembled with so much rage inside me.
"Now get up and pull your panties up, your fanny is showing."
She stood; I looked into her eyes, so wild with rage now. Even now it was a battle of wills. She pulled up her bikini bottoms, trying desperately hard not to wince from the pain. I pointed to the chair she had just left, daring not to talk any more now in case she heard my voice tremble with yet another bout of rage. She walked backward to the chair and sat, finally wincing when she did, our eyes now locked on each other. I needed to grab back control of my emotions, what had happened between us was going to happened, we had both danced around it for a few minutes but Kelsey knew which buttons to push, she just had to keep going until she got to the one with the most vulnerable nerve behind it.
But my emotions were all over the place now, too scattered in my mind to make a careful judgment, I needed to take stock, to find that peace in my mind again. Bring back a normalcy and quickly, this was a dark place for me a place I was to scared to visit. My self control was at its weakest here. If anyone had even asked me as simple a question as what day it was, I simply would not have been able to tell them. It was also the worst of all times, it was just for a moment, I took my eyes off of Kelsey.
She had chosen that moment. I didn't even hear her leave the chair such was her swiftness of movement, when my senses screamed that something was wrong she was already in mid-flight. Kelsey had wrapped her legs around my waist, locking them into position with her ankles and feet, her arms now around my neck. Our lips not only touched, they devoured each other our tongues brutally fought to control the pace of lust that took hold of both of us at that moment. I swiveled her around sat her on the counter, she groaned and our lips felt that sensation.
She leaned back keeping her legs locked around my waist, I pulled her blouse apart, buttons flying across the kitchen, my hand went between her breasts and I ripped her bikini top off her body. Squeezing her breasts together I took it in turn to suck and bite both her nipples. Keyleigh loved it when we were spontaneous like this.
"Yes Daddy, bite them harder, oh Daddy that feels so wonderful."
I froze, 'Daddy?' In this mixed up mind of mine I had desperately wanted this to be Keyleigh. Now the lights came on in my mind, that awful moment when you realize you had done something so terribly wrong. That split second where you wonder if you're going to wake up now and it had all been a terrible nightmare, only this nightmare I was living for real. I took my hands off my daughter's breasts.
Kelsey cried. "No Daddy, don't stop." Her voice born of both anguish and frustration.
