James nursed his fourth glass of bourbon desperately trying to focus on the ledger on the desk in front of him. It wasn't going to happen, but James stubbornly sat with the ledger unwilling to give up, worried what thoughts that would leave him with. He didn't understand it, he had used to love being secluded in his study for hours at a time. It had been a chance to get away from his wife for a while. James had loved his wife, but she could be very selfish and demanding, completely unlike their daughter. James pushed the thought away before he could start to dwell on his daughter again.
He had spent the entire day in a cloud of lust and despite his best efforts the liquor and mathematics was doing little to penetrate it. It was almost like some sort of exotic torture. He didn't know which would be worse however, losing the sensation and returning to the numb existence he had for the last seven years or acting on his needs and taking his daughter as his lover. He had been dead sexually for so long he couldn't imagine going back, but fucking his daughter would be breaking one of the most ancient laws of nature.
He was getting so desperate to relieve his lust he had called a maid up to his office. He had picked a young girl of about twenty and similar to his gorgeous daughter as a normal person could manage, but he had felt no stirring for the girl. In fact the thought of touching her was slightly repulsive, he only wanted Sarah and that worried him even more. He has sent the maid away on an errand and taken to the bottle, he had now half finished. He realized he had been thinking about Sarah again and finally swayed to his feet in defeat.
Maybe a good night sleep would clear his head of alcohol and lust. It was as good an idea as he could come up with. James had a little more trouble climbing the winding staircase as he had thought he would. He wasn't completely drunk but he was tipsy enough to have to hold onto the banister to ground himself. He was relieved when he reached to top landing until he looked down the hall to where Sarah's bedroom door was closed tight. He determinedly pointed his feet at his own door and began down the dark hallway. Somehow his treacherous feet continued right past his door and came to stop in front of Sarah's. James swallowed audibly, but he allowed his hand to go to the door knob and try it. Locked.
He was both relieved and disappointed. He leaned his head against the cool polished wood. It was better this way. Taking a deep breath he pushed away from the door before realizing one of his hands had gone into his pocket on its own accord and removed the skeleton key for the house. James stared in horror at the key, but he was already pushing it into the lock and turning it. The knob turned and the door swung open as if on its own accord. The room was dark, but the light from the hall spilled over the bed. Sarah was asleep, her golden hair spilling over the pillows, covering the side of her face as she lay hugging a pillow to chest under the covers.
James approached the bed determined to just check on her then leave like any father. In the back of his mind he wondered why he kept determining to do all these things he always did anyway. He bent over the bed smoothing her soft curls back over her shoulder. James was taken back to see her shoulder was bare under that hair. He pushed the covers down more and groaned. His daughter slept nude? She had mentioned something like that this morning, but he hadn't thought to find her like that now.
Before he snapped completely James fled the room as fast as he could. He stripped out of his suddenly too tight clothing and threw himself on his own bed, ignoring the throbbing in his groin and the sweat pouring down his body. He would not go back. He would not become a worse monster than he already was.
Sarah had awoken the sound of someone outside her door. She heard a sigh when the person tired to open it and felt a thrum of excitement to realize it was her father. She was tempted to run and unlock the door for him, but before she had the chance to move she heard the sound of a key in the lock. Quickly she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She felt the slit between her thighs become wet as her father loomed over her prone form. He touched her hair, forcing her to fight to remain still. She heard her father's moan as he revealed her bare skin, his breathing coming faster.
What she would have given to have his touch her more, but instead he rushed out of the room. Disappointment flooded her. She wanted her father so much she was on fire for it. At this point she knew he must want her too. Maybe he was just scared and disgusted about touching his own daughter. She had to increase her efforts; obviously she had to take matters into her own hands.
She slipped out of her bed and fumbled in her dark wardrobe for her silk robe. She tied it around her loosely so that most of her breasts were exposed. She pinched her cheeks and lips to give them more color, small pleasure trickling through her system at those small pains. Her heart was going to beat out of her chest with the combination of excitement and nerves. Tonight she would sleep in her father's arms.
She tiptoed into the hall and up to her father's door. T was slightly ajar and she peeked through the crack. The moon flooded the large room with light and lying on the bed was her father's large naked body. His hand was working forcefully on his hard member and his face showed his tortured lust. Sarah's lower lips flooded with moisture at the sight, some spilling down her thighs. She was tempted to just stand there and watch. But she had had enough of watching. She wanted more.
Softly she knocked on the door. Her father's actions stopped instantly and he pulled the covers up to cover himself. "Papa?" She called softly trying to infuse a little fear into her voice.
"Sarah?" He sat up, "What is the matter Angel?"
"I had a bad dream Papa," She quavered coming into the room, "Can I sleep with you?"
"Ummmm, Sarah...."
"Please Papa!" Sarah came to the side of the bed and conjured tears in her eyes.
