“I’m sorry, Dad. I shouldn't have worried you, but I’m not going to stop seeing Landon. Next time I’ll take my phone, and I won’t stay out so long. I’m going to bed. Night, Dad,” I rush the words out as he roughly squeezes my thigh and moves his knee to touch mine.
I stand and turn to leave, but before I can comprehend what’s happening, my father grabs me, and hauling me over his lap, he lifts my dress up to expose my butt. Then pain explodes through my body when my father’s palm connects with my arse cheek, causing me to crumple onto him. I attempt to get to my feet but he lands another sharp spank, making me squeal.
“No, stop, Dad. Stop,” I cry, as he continues to rain down his punishment on my skin.
“Good girls don’t get spankings,” he grits out, and each time his palm connects with my flesh, the sting intensifies, and his cock gets harder...I feel sick.
When he finally stops and releases his hold, he sits me back on the seat next to him. I wince as my tender butt connects with the cushions. I’m shaking, sobs wracking my body, and I look up at him through the tears in my eyes, blurring my vision.
My father inclines his head towards mine, and the darkness in his eyes is prominent. I jump to my feet unwilling to linger any longer in this room with him. Hurriedly, I plant the light kiss on his cheek he expects from me each night, and as my mouth connects with his skin, the light growth of stubble coating his jaw prickles my lips.
I bolt from the room on unsteady legs. My heart is pounding and scattered thoughts are racing through my mind. It pains me to feel this way in my own home. I’ve nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to, though. Landon is the only person I can confide in, but he’s just turned eighteen. There’s nothing he can do to help me, and even if he could, I wouldn’t want him to take the risk.
Chapter Five
Kellen
Temptation has finally managed to sway me, and I'm standing in my daughter's bedroom watching her sleep. I'm certain guilt is something I should be feeling right now, but there's an absence of any emotion except for the love and burning desire I have for my own blood.
Thin streams of light from the streetlamp and moon outside filter through the window blinds. I can see my Lillian clearly, sleeping peacefully. She’s completely unaware of my presence, oblivious of the monster hiding in the darkness. I don’t want to hurt her, but it doesn't mean I’ll be able to resist having a taste. This is riskier than anything I’ve ever done before, and I’m both horrified at myself and excited. My dick’s never been so hard, and it’s all for the young woman lying in front of me.
I reach down and free my cock from the confines of my boxers, squeezing the head before pumping a few times. Lillian is a vision. I’m surely going to hell for the carnal and forbidden desires I harbour for her, but she’ll be worth the eternal torment. With my hand still slowly stroking my aching cock, I creep closer to her. I want to see her face this time rather than conjure up the fantasy in my head.
Lillian stirs and I freeze, not even daring to breathe. With a sleepy sigh, she rolls onto her side, showing me her back. The light blanket covering her shifts with the movement, exposing the backs of creamy thighs that look stark white in the pale light. I bite my lip to stifle the groan which threatens to escape. Unable and unwilling to stop myself, I reach for the end of her nightshirt and tug it up her body, revealing the curve of her arse and giving me a tantalising peek at what lies between her thighs.
I trail my finger across her soft skin and start tugging at my cock again, squeezing and pumping it furiously. Moving even closer, I run my finger down the seam of her arse and tease her pussy. My harsh breaths escape in a rush, and my heart is racing. These illicit feelings have given me plenty to think about over the past few years, but this is beyond anything I could ever have contemplated doing, yet...here I am.
I shouldn’t be in here, but I can’t seem to find it in me to stop and leave. I swiftly withdraw my hand when Lillian lets out a small sound and rolls back over. I swallow hard. The blanket is no longer covering her, and the shirt she’s wearing has ridden up farther. My mouth fills with saliva at the delicious sight of my daughter’s smooth pussy on full display. All I want to do is crawl between her thighs and partake of her forbidden fruit.
If I don’t get out of here, I’m going to be seduced by a temptation beyond my control. God has given me a beautiful daughter, so surely that means she's mine to do with as I please. Although I know I should leave, first I have to sample her. I know she’ll never forgive me for this, but once I’ve indulged I'm afraid I’ll never be able to stop. Leaning forward, I carefully rest one knee on the small bed and lower my head.
Inhaling deeply, the scent of her fills my nostrils, and my cock twitches in my grip. I fist my throbbing erection more firmly, and running my thumb through the precum beading at the tip, I spread it down the shaft. With a shaking hand, I gently expose her little clit and then glance up to make sure she hasn’t woken. When I’m satisfied she’s still sound asleep, I dart my tongue out and flick the bud before dipping my tongue down the slit of her pussy between her closed thighs. A soft moan passes from her lips, and she rubs her thighs together before they fall open, granting me access.
My heart feels like it’s about to jump out of my chest, and my balls are tight and heavy. I’m so damn close to coming. The scent of her arousal fills the air; my blood feels like it’s burning. Unquenchable desire takes over and the last thread of my control snaps. Moving to the end of the bed, I crawl up between her thighs and completely bury my face in her pussy. Running my tongue up the length of her slit, I dip it inside before latching onto her clit with my mouth. Lillian wakes with a scream as she orgasms. The sound of her rapture sends me over the edge, and I come hard, violently spurting cum all over my daughter’s sheets.
Chapter Six
Lillian
“Dad!” I shriek, scrambling away from him, and tugging down my sleep-shirt which I notice has ridden up.
I was dreaming of Landon, and it was so real. It’s not the first time I’ve dreamt of the two of us together and woken up wet and throbbing. The last thing I expected was to open my eyes to find my dad in my room...and on my bed.
“Get the fuck out!” I scream, flinching when he reaches out for me.
“Lillian,” he growls, getting to his feet.
I avert my eyes when I see his limp cock hanging out of his boxers. Feeling sick, I slip from the bed, duck under his outstretched arm, and make for the bathroom. Throwing the door closed behind me, I fumble with the lock. Once it’s secure, I lunge for the toilet and empty the contents of my stomach. What was he doing to me?
Sinking onto the edge of the bath, I cringe at the wetness between my legs. I put my face in my hands, attempting to hide my embarrassment, shame, and horror at the fact I must have orgasmed. My own father gave me a fucking orgasm whilst I was sleeping.
If I hadn’t woken when I did, how far would he have taken it? Would he have tried to have sex with me? I shudder in revulsion at the thought of him doing such a thing. I need to tell someone, but who would believe me? Letting out a bitter laugh, I shake my head...no one would apart from Landon.
A few tears escape from the corners of my eyes and roll slowly down my cheeks. Angrily I swipe them away and take a few deep breaths. I’m stronger than this. I won’t let him continue to defile me with his sick desires. I want to fetch my phone, but I can’t bring myself to leave the safety of the bathroom just yet.
Finally, after a few moments more, I manage to regain some form of composure. Grabbing a flannel from the sink, I turn the tap on and run it under the stream of water. I scrub myself clean, attempting to wash away the remnants of my stolen orgasm, and my father’s touch from my skin.
I move over to the bathroom door, and I reach for the lock. Then a thought hits me...what if he’s still in my bedroom, waiting for me? I drop my hands and back away from the door. Then turning, I dash over to the window, unclasp the latch, and shove it open as wide as it will go.
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sp; Leaning out, I look down at the dark ground beneath me; I bite my lip as I twist my head towards the bathroom door and then turn back to look outside once again. Attempting to tamper down the fear threatening to overcome me, I take a deep breath and climb out onto the windowsill.
A knock at the door startles me, and I let out a squeak as I nearly slip. “Lillian, come out and talk to me, baby.”
“Fuck you!” I spit, carefully adjusting my grip and twisting to lower my body.
My fingers and muscles protest, but I hold tightly to the frame of the window.
“Lillian!” he bellows, banging on the door.
“Leave me alone!” I scream at him, not caring if anyone else hears
“Open this door, or I’ll break it down, young lady!” he threatens.
“No!” I shout back, feeling around with my feet for a ledge to secure my footing.
A crash and splintering of wood distracts me momentarily, and I scrape my knee on the brick side of the house.
“Baby!” my father calls out, and before I can do anything to stop him, his hands have closed around my wrists, and he’s hauling me back through the window. We crash to the floor with his body landing on top of mine, positioned between my legs, and he pins me there with his weight, forcing the air from my lungs. I shove at him, attempting to shift his body, so I can crawl away and escape.
“Stay away from me!” I shout, thrashing in his hold while he wraps his arms around my body, and then sitting up, he lifts me onto his lap.
“You’re sick. Get off me,” I sob, still trying to break free.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he thunders, making my heart jump, and my blood run cold.
“Dad, you were in my room,” I hiss, wrenching myself away from him and hurriedly getting to my feet.
“It’s my house, Lillian,” he retorts as he also stands.
“Like that’s an excuse!” I scoff, narrowing my eyes at him.
He’s wearing only boxers and a t-shirt, and I avert my gaze and shudder when I notice the semi which is slightly tenting the front of them. My father takes a step towards me, and I automatically take one step back, maintaining the same distance between us. I can’t stand to be around him right now, and it feels like the room is shrinking with him in it.
I’m aware of the open window with the warm summer’s night breeze drifting in; it taunts me with a freedom I’ve been denied. I look from the window to the broken door, noticing the way it mirrors the shards of my relationship with my father, which he has so wantonly destroyed with his advances.
“Why are you doing this to me? I can’t stay here if you’re going to keep doing stuff like this, Dad. I think I should go stay with Landon,” I say slowly, my voice breaking.
The silence that follows my words stretches on as my father watches me closely before his expression twists with an angry grimace.
“No, Lillian. You’re not leaving, and you are most certainly not staying with that boy,” he says, and his voice is firm and resolute. I know there’ll be no arguing with him about this.
He won’t be able to stop me from leaving, though. Something must show in my face because his scowl deepens, and I feel a thrill of foreboding spike in my blood.
“If I have to lock you in this house to keep you here, Lillian, then I’ll bloody well do it. Don’t you dare defy me, or you’ll force my hand. Do you want me to treat you like a child who has misbehaved?” he snaps.
I flinch at the memory of the spanking I received earlier today as well as my past experiences of being disciplined, and I tense my arse in response.
“No, Dad,” I mumble, capitulating...for now at least.
Chapter Seven
Lillian
I need to speak to Landon. But there’s no way I can risk trying to get out of the house at the moment. I wonder if any of our neighbours heard the argument? Although based on what was said, I’m sure they’d assume I’m being a typical teenager, and my father is behaving the way any normal parent would. But they’d be wrong...there is nothing typical or normal about what happened tonight.
“Don’t even think about talking to anyone about this, Lillian,” my father orders when I inch towards the broken bathroom door.
I freeze and pin him with a glare. “Who would believe me if I did?”
He shrugs and tilts his head to one side, watching me carefully as he waits for me to give my assent.
“Lillian,” he warns in a low, deadly voice.
“Fine. But stay away from me. I mean it, Dad. Don’t. Fucking. Touch me.”
He doesn’t answer; he just stares at me impassively. I let out a hollow laugh, “You know what, Dad? Go fuck yourself. I’m going back to bed.”
Spinning on my heel, I walk out of the bathroom, taking care to avoid stepping on the splinters of wood. My heart is heavy and apprehension fills me the closer I get to my bedroom. He's ruined it for me, and it no longer feels like my safe haven.
I walk into my room and slam the door shut behind me. Then leaning against the wood, I tilt my head back and close my eyes, inhaling deeply before I release my breath slowly. I don’t know if I can handle living here until I turn eighteen and finally leave for university. I’ve got my conditional offer, but if I don’t get the A Level grades I need, then I can kiss the placement goodbye, so I can’t drop out of school before I’ve sat my exams. Anyway, even if I had the right grades already, the university accommodation won’t be open until nearer the beginning of the term.
Opening my eyes, I stare across the dimly lit room and spot my phone sitting on the bedside cabinet. Pushing myself off the door, I move to grab it before sitting on the edge of my bed. I unlock it, and smile down at the photo of me and Landon that I’ve set as the wallpaper; our happy faces are squished together, and we are both grinning at the camera.
I let out a heavy sigh as my thumb hovers over the messaging app on the home screen. I can’t tell him about what happened tonight although I’m sure he wouldn’t be surprised.
When Landon confronted my father a couple of years ago, having noticed the change in my father’s behaviour towards me, the consequences were disastrous. Afterwards, I made Landon swear to never tell anyone or speak to my father about it ever again, and I vowed to myself I’d never tell Landon if things escalated.
I wish with all my heart he’d been wrong about my father. But this...I’m sure it’s beyond anything he could have imagined. I haven’t confided in him my most recent fears about it going farther, but he knows my father continues to make me feel uncomfortable, so I’m certain he's noticed. Landon doesn't miss a thing.
Switching on the lamp, I throw my phone back down on the cabinet and begin to climb fully into bed. But before I do, I spot something on the sheets and hesitantly move closer to inspect it. A damp mark stains the bed sheets, glistening ominously in the soft light of the lamp. The evidence of mine and my father’s releases is stark on the light blue sheets. I gag and leap out of bed, needing to get away from it and shuddering at the realisation of how close I came to lying in it.
“Fucking disgusting,” I murmur to myself. I throw the pillows on the floor, grab the edges of the sheet, and strip the bed down to the mattress which also has a damp patch.
There’s no way I can use the bedding again. I ball it up, taking care not to touch the wet spot, and I toss it all in the washing basket near my bedroom door. I’ll throw it out tomorrow. With difficulty, I flip the soiled mattress over and remake the bed. I can’t quite ignore the fact there’s still a damp remnant of my father’s excursion into my room on the bed, but at least I won’t be lying directly on top of it.
Nausea turns my stomach when I think about what he did. There’s nothing I can do to distract or mentally distance myself from it, not with it being so fresh in my mind. I crawl back into bed, and grabbing my phone, I unlock it and bring up mine and Landon’s chat. It’s late, but he won’t care about the time. I know he’ll answer.
ME: Landon, tell me a lie.
LANDON: What happ
ened?
ME: Nothing in particular. I’m missing you.
LANDON: Are you ok?
ME: I’m fine. I wanted a chat that’s all.
There’s a long pause while I wait and watch the bubbles bob and stop on the screen as he pauses between typing his response. I throw my arm over my face and groan. I’m not sure what to tell him. Some things are best left unspoken, but I don’t know how I'll respond if he asks me a direct question. Knowing him, he already suspects the truth, but hopefully he won't ask. I'm uncertain what my father would do if he found out Landon knew about all of this.
Would my father hurt Landon? It’s bad enough that he hurts me, but I couldn’t stand it if Landon was caught in the crossfire. My father hates how close I still am with Landon, and I know it isn’t just because Landon is disrespectful to the beliefs our community teaches and practises. My phone rings, and I quickly answer it before my father hears and comes in to investigate. I’m surprised he hasn’t already confiscated it, but maybe in the excitement of the night he’s forgotten I still have it.
“Lil, what’s wrong? Did you get into trouble for running away after church today?” Landon asks worriedly, and I relax, instantly soothed by the warm and familiar sound of his voice.
“Something like that,” I mumble, skirting around the truth.
“You sound upset. Talk to me, Lil,” he gently urges, and I swallow the lump in my throat and pinch my eyes closed to stop the tears from falling.
“My dad was angry that I left with you,” I tell him.
“Did he hurt you?” Landon asks, an undertone of anger lacing his words.
“No,” I choke out, and the lie tastes like acid, burning my throat on the way out.
“Lil, what did he do?” The question is blunt; it hits me like a slap around the face.
Inhaling a shuddery breath, I quickly deliberate on my answer, and the silence stretches out like a gulf between us. I’m more aware than ever how it must seem to him.
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