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Kindle Edition
Published October 12, 2021
**We rarely have sex. Even though we sleep in the same bed, and I wake up almost every morning with a raging hard-on. Every now and then she’ll get in the mood and guilt me into it. I can’t ever say no. As much as I hate my wife, she is beautiful. Plus there is that lingering guilt inside of me that makes me give in to her. The part of me that knows our fucked up relationship is all my fault. There’s also the fact that I don’t hate it. I’m a man and I have needs too. I can jerk off til the cows come home, but there is nothing like sinking into a warm, wet pussy. I can’t very well go fuck my daughter.**
**I bet he wishes for a normal family, for a wife who loved him, who was a good mother to me. Maybe if she had been, I wouldn’t be in love with him. Wouldn’t crave his cock inside of me. Wouldn’t wish I were the one warming his bed at night.**
**He leans back on the bed, trying to coax my mother on top but she won’t have it. Selfish bitch. If it were me, I’d do it without him having to ask. As she moves aside, her hand wrapping around his arm to pull him to her, I get a glimpse of his cock. I’ve never actually seen it before, not like this. I’ve seen the bulge in his suit pants and even sometimes in his jeans, but I’ve never seen it like this before. All of it, bare. Long, thick, veiny, and in need of attention. Attention I am all too eager to give.**
**Without hesitation, my father pulls himself out of her and drops his face between her legs. I can almost imagine what that would feel like, having his face between my legs, his soft beard scratching along my inner thighs, his hot tongue sliding through my slick folds. I hold in the moan that wants to escape. His hands grip her hips as he eats her out. He actually looks like he enjoys it. How can they go from hating one another to doing this? How can she speak to him the way she does and then let him do these things to her? And why does he? Why is he giving her pleasure she most certainly doesn’t deserve?**
**Thoughts of those perfectly plump lips wrapped around my cock pop up into my head… out of nowhere. No. No, I can’t do this. That is wrong. So fucking wrong. But then why did it feel so right? So good… It’s against the law, not only because of her age, but it’s incest. The word makes me shiver, making what we did seem worse than I’d thought of it at first. It’s such a dirty, bad word. Incest. But this doesn’t seem like that. We aren’t some backwoods, inbred hillbillies. We’re high-class.**
**“I love every inch of your body, and I shouldn’t. This is immoral and illegal.” I feel him shake his head, his soft beard brushing against my thighs. “But why can’t I stop?” “Does it matter? I’ll never tell anyone. You know you can trust me. I’ll listen to you from now on. I promise I will. I can’t lose you.” “I know, baby girl. I know you won’t. I can’t lose you either. We are all we have left. It’s just us now.” “Just us. Forever.” “Forever.”**
**“I wish we didn't have to hide.” “Me too. But the world doesn’t accept people like us.” “Why does it have to be like that? We aren’t hurting anyone…” “I know, baby. I wish I had an answer for you. It’s just how things are.” We lay there together for a long while, and I realize I feel better than I have in years. I know how fucked up this is, how wrong it is, but I can’t stop. Cel makes me feel calm, grounded, and with all the chaos in my life, I just need one good fucking thing.**
**This is not the place for a seventeen-year-old girl. Except tonight. Tonight, I am someone else. We are someone else. Tonight we are not daddy and daughter; tonight we are lovers.**
**“You and I were meant to be, Cel,” he says to me out of nowhere. We come to a stop and he turns towards me. “I don’t know how or why the universe did this to us, but I don’t care.” He cups my cheek, dipping his head and bringing his lips to mine. “I know we can never be married or anything like that, there’s just no way, but I want you to know now, that I vow to always make you happy. To always love you, to always make sure you are taken care of. We may not be able to get married on paper, but here,” he places my hand over his heart. “We are. This belongs to you, baby girl. Always has, always will. Forever.”**