A daughters return

[Prongs]

OOC
Anistasia Parker
18 years old
5'5"
34D
Dark brown hair
Green eyes like her father.
Pal white skin and slim figure.

IC
Ani was coming home from a long semester at boarding school. The day was hot and her blazer was restrictive and damp from the sweat even the walk from the bus stop to her front doorstep could produce in the humid Georgia heat. Still she held herself high and tried to ignore the cutting strap of her overloaded bag over her shoulder. Her father hadn't seen her for a long time, and she needed to appear strong. If only for his sake. He had, after all, sent her away after his wife died so that she could be raised a proper lady. He had always made himself scarce when she came home. She barely knew him. He was strong and confident but he always seemed to see enough of her mother in her to keep his distance. Whether they were positive memories or not she never could gauge. But regardless she always felt a strong desire to make him happy and would do anything for him if only he would ask. But alas he seemed a ghost in a manly shell. She stepped inside the cool entrance hall, her shoes clicking on the hardwood floors. The air conditioning first cooled her bare legs all the way up her skirt giving her a tingling sensation in her "non-regulation" panties. She had gotten in trouble before for not wearing the standard under garments being more prone to more seductive apparel. She didn't care, what she put on her most private areas, as far as she was concerned, was her own god damned business.

She eagerly and gingerly let her heavy bag fall punctuating and announcing her return back home. Sweaty trickled between her ample cleavage and she pushed a few stray hairs back so that her bangs were somewhat neat in front of her tight long pony-tails. She stood for a moment listening for sounds of her father...

 

[drforever]

George Parker had tried to be a good father to his daughter, Ani. Raising her alone after the death of her mother was a challenge made even more so when Ani had started to blossom into a young woman. He was shocked that he would even think about his innocent daughter that way, but he couldn't help it. Instead, he kept his relationship with her remote to avoid temptation, and when the opportunity had come up, he had convinced her to attend boarding school.

Still he loved his daughter, Ani, and looked forward to seeing her on holidays, at the same time dreading his incestous feelings for her. He had been awaiting her when he used the powder room off the foyer to relieve himself.

Hearing Ani's bag fall heavily to the floor announcing her return, George stepped out of the powder room to collide unexpectedly with his daughter standing there silently, falling to the floor with her in a tangle of limbs.

 

[Prongs]

(OOC sorry for taking so long to reply, busy life ^^)

(IC) The room span and her round rear bounced off the hardwood floor. She caught her breath and found herself looking up at her father. His strong arms on either side of her pinning her down, her entire bodies senses were filled with his presence and she shivered her body tingling for a moment before she regained herself.

"Daddy!?" How much had her voice betrayed the thoughts in her mind that lie somewhere below his Italian leather belt.

"Are you okay?" She began to untangle her smooth pale white legs from around him. A few of her blouse buttons had unbuttoned in the fall and her black lace bra that kept her perky tits retained was exposed. She quickly began fumbling with the small pearl buttons.

She looked up at her father, he had a strange look upon his chiseled features.

 

[drforever]

George was overcome with seeing his daughter lieing beneath him. His Ani had changed since he had last seen her. She wasn't a little girl anymore, but a beautiful sexy woman.

George was entranced with his daughter's cleavage. The round curves of her full breasts cupped by the sexy lace of her bra. Ani was trying to button herself up, but her fumbling was almost as if she was undressing for him.

He was suddenly aware that he was laying between his daughter's legs, his groin pressed up against her crotch, her short skirt pushed up revealing almost all of her sexy bare legs.

"Ani, you surprised me," George got out, and then, "I'm OK. Are you?"

Ani nodded silently looking up at him, and before he could stop himself, George bent down and kissed his daughter full on the lips.

 

[Prongs]

Before she had finished buttoning her blouse, before the sweat had had a chance to cool off her skin from the blistering outside, her lips were pressed against her fathers and her whole body was trembling once more. She was her daddys little girl, his little plaything. Then she broke the kiss and staggered backwards stammering before she ran off bolting into the living room. She wanted this, but culture dictated that she be MADE to want this. Her mind reeled and she fell onto the floor on her knees.

Silent tears fell down her cheeks and splashed upon her still exposed chest. She didn't know. She loved her dad, and desired him as any woman desired a man, but the culture shock was still taking it's toll.

 

[drforever]

George had given into his perverted desire and kissed his daughter. Not paternally, but passionately. He could feel his daughter, Ani, trembling beneath him, her lips moving on his. For a moment, he felt a flash of hope that she might accept the forbidden love that he had to give her.

But suddenly, Ani was scrambling out from beneath him, stammering, and then clambering to her feet and running into the living room.

Lying on the floor, George felt himself sink into despair, berating himself for his perverted lust. How could he possibly want his daughter that way, and naturally, it disgusted her. He was sure he had ruined his relationship with his daughter, that she would hate him for the pervert he was.

He had tried for so long to close himself off from these feelings for her, and in the process, closed off all feelings for her. But the act of kissing her had awakened the love he felt for his daughter as his daughter as well as the passion he felt as a man for a beautiful woman. If he could have only one, he would choose the former.

Steeling himself, George got up off the floor and walked into the living room to attempt to salvage his relationship with Ani. There he found his daughter kneeling on the floor, tears running down her face, her blouse askew as if she had been ravished, which he knew she had been.

If it had been anyone else, George would have killed them, but it was he that had ravished his daughter, his beautiful sexy daughter. He wanted to hang his head in shame, but he knew he was a man and needed to step up to his reponsibilities.

"Oh, Ani," I'm so sorry, George apologized looking at her. "I never meant to make you feel this way."

 

[drforever]

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