He got up, taking her silence as agreement. He sat beside her on the bed and peacefully took her phone from her hands and placed it on her nightstand. He gently brushed his hands against her forearm.
“Arms to your side,” he said quietly as she complied, “There you go…”
And with that her unbuttoned the first button of her shirt.
She jumped and placed her hand on his. “No! Are you fucking crazy? Freak!” she exclaimed
. at her, “Either you leave, or you do what I want. From now on, you don’t speak at all, or I send the video. Leave if you want.”
“You keep your fucking hands off me! I’ ll tell mom… you’re sick!”
“Do you think she’d believe you, after the drive that you yell at us? Don’t fuck with me right now, I’ve had it with you.”
His voice held a quiet anger. She waited with her eyes mired in fear, but eventually brought her arms back to her side. They stayed there, limp, as he undid her shirt. One by one, he unbuttoned her, until the cloth was ready to fall by the wayside.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.”
He softly, carefully, opened her shirt. Her small lace bra was revealed, barely containing her large breasts, along with her tight abs, which trembled from the fear overcoming her.
“Not another word from you. You can leave anytime.”
He stared, glassy eyed at her nubile young body. He exhaled a few times, drinking in the sight of her, watching as her chest heaved up and down.
“A front-clasp bra, you must have been ready for someone.”
Sarah sat, ashamed of her body. For so long it got her whatever she wanted from all kinds of men… now it felt like a curse . She looked down, making sure not to meet his eyes. me how wrong this is,” he said, “and I don’t care.”
He placed his hands on her tummy, just above her pelvis, and rubbed it lovingly.
“I go my whole life, afraid of women, shunning women Afraid to talk to the gorgeous ones, the ones I really wanted to fuck. To cum inside of.”
He slipped his pinky just under the waistline of her jeans.
“Even the ones I did fuck, I had to wear a rubber. I had to pull out. I had to take her orders, do what she wanted me to do. Like some gimp.”
He traced a path around her belly button. Her tight, tan skin retracted from his touch as goosebumps formed along her smooth skin.
“But I settled. I felt pressured to get married. I gave up on trying to make love to a beautiful woman , one that was just staggering, one that brought any man to his knees. And then you got older, and started to develop . And I thought God had cursed me.”
Sarah was feeling more and more unsettled. She was contemplating leaving. Saving her social life wasn’t worth her father’s unwanted touch. But he seemed so intimidating, she was afraid of what he would do.
“Then you get older, and you’re not just another girl. It’s like having Kate Upton living in my house, teasing me, every day. Walking around in a towel, sitting outside with a bikini, looking nothing like the kid I worked my ass off to raise. Then comes your bratty shit, your self absorbed bratty shit, that drained any love I had left for you. Parent’s aren’t supposed to say that sort of things, but then again sisters aren’t supposed to fuck their brothers. And daddies…. aren’t supposed to do…. this….”
He reached forward and unclasped her bra. He pushed up her breasts and then let the bra fall away, causing them to bounce as they fell free.
“Oh God,” he said, gasping, “Oh God, finally….”
He stood up slightly on the bed and took off his pants. He sat his cock in his hand. It was the first time Sarah had ever seen his crotch in full view. In a word he was… massive. know if another mans he’d been with had equaled his girth, and he was at least seven inches in length.
“In college, I…” he said, slowly masturbating, “Fucked a couple girls. Just one night stands, or so I thought. After I made it with them I…. they kept coming after me, trying to be with me again. I knew I was a good lover, that I could make women attracted to me, but I was a Fool. I thought women you made love to were supposed to be good people, your…. friends.. .. Disney bullshit…”
He sped up his thrusts.
“I regret meeting your mother. I should have been inside girls like you…. so perfect…. made for sex….”
He laid beside her on the bed and put his arm behind her, holding her. She could feel his breath on her cheek as he breathed.
“Your womb is sought after. It’s a prize just like this house, just like anything in life. It doesn’t matter if I’m your father. Your cunt is what men kill for. And you live under my roof, and suck every penny and ounce of life out of me… I’m done with it…”
He yanked himself harder, and aimed his cock at her body.
“Sarah. .. oh God, your body…”
He climaxed, making sure to spray his sperm all over her torso. She couldn’t believe how hard his cum sprayed against her, falling in lines from her breasts to her tummy. The sight of watching her father climax on her was damaging to her psyche. What had she done? It all happened so fast…
“I want to live in this moment. Before I take you. While you’re still so pure. While you still feel like my daughter. God, Sarah, those tits I…. I still want this. I thought I would get this far and change my feelings. I’m so happy… such a relief…”
He put his head against her shoulder and breathed. She sat, motionless, watching as her fathers sperm dry against her skin. He ran his finger over it, spreading it over the top of her crotch. He dawdled there, letting the silence take over the room. He watched as her breasts heaved. It was the first time he’d seen them from above, looking down at her pert nipples standing at full attention. He could feel how scared she was of him. ‘d felt in control of her in years.
“Just a few millimeters away from your cervix. If I’d cum inside you just a little closer, through that smooth skin… there’d be a baby. So fuckin’ hot .”
He drew the cum along the top of her crotch.
“That sperm made you. Can you feel how wrong this is? You were never supposed to have my sperm touch you. It’s against the law… everything that’s right.”
He raised his head. He took his shirt off and wiped away the cum. He laid beside her again.
“Look at me.”
She was horrified. She turned and looked at him, but it wasn’t like when she’d been with her brother. Then she was drunk and would close her eyes , let him give her his cock, and they would walk away. He wanted her to look him in the eye. To break the rules…. to feel.
Her eyes met his.
“I want you to kiss me. And I want you to kiss me like you want me. Or else, we’re done here.”
He took her cheek in his hand, opened her mouth, and put his lips to hers. Sarah was repulsed. She had slept with an older, married professor once, but it was just another carnal hookup. her with his tongue. His hands never touched her bare breasts, instead lightly massaging her tight tummy as he kissed her with a restrained passion.
She did her best to do what he wanted. Mentally she tried to pretend it was someone else, to be somewhere else. She didn’t know how she didn’t get up and leave the room in horror, but she persevered. That video would haunt her the rest of her life. She had to do this.
But, he wouldn’t stop. He kissed her lightly, than deeply, teasing her, then thrusting hard into her mouth. Even as she tried so hard to mentally leave the situation, she couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t groping her chest. All the boys she’d ever been with had rushed to maul her body, but her father was taking his time, kissing her like he cared about her.
After a solid two minutes of kissing, she pulled away. It was her mistake when she met his eyes, associating the carnal passion he was bringing out of her with the face of her own father, his soul. She closed her eyes and tried not to cry. What was happening? Everything was so fucked up.. .
“Do you know why women wear clothes? And why they have power over men when they wear revealing things? Or why men can’t control themselves when you bare your breasts to them?”