Daddy Issues (Closed)

[Cum_Inside]

Normally she appreciated a good spanking, but combined with the rough treatment he was using to fuck her with, Bree couldn’t help but flinch. Her hands clenched in the fabric beside her face - maybe she wasn’t as tough as she thought she was after all. She’d learned a lesson tonight for sure.

When one finger slid over her asshole, Bree pulled away a bit more like she’d been shot. At one point she had wanted him there, but now that she knew what she was up against, she didn’t think that would be a fun activity at all.

It wasn’t that Andrew was not a good lover. She could imagine that some other woman who was better able to accommodate him might have a great time bouncing on his cock, but Brie was simply too small. Her eyes were drawn to the pictures on the nightstand.

Andrew was shown at various events with a young woman, always looking at her lovingly. A wife? she wondered. But where is she that he needs me?

She was exceptionally tiny too. She was fit and had a baby face. Bree really doubted that she could handle Andrew, but both of them looked exceedingly happy in the photos, so she assumed they’d both enjoyed a healthy sex-life together. Maybe she’d died. There has to be some reason he kept her pictures around if she was gone.

Bree really was nothing but a hole for him.

“I need you to cum, baby,” she gasped, words somewhat stuttered due to the exertion.

Bree needed to go home. Here, looking at the woman he loved and being used so roughly she thought she might break, Bree realized she was in over her head. It didn’t even matter to her if she came herself, anymore.

 

[Cum_Inside]

There was that name again. Her guts were like ice.

She only nodded, providing no verbal answer.

The cum was hot and sticky, leaking from her cunt in a steady stream. His orgasm had seemed never-ending. After a few minutes of catching her breath, Bree pushed herself up onto shaky legs. She glanced around for her panties.

She needed something to clean herself up with, and although her panties were only a scrap of fabric, they were better than nothing.

Bree grasped them and dabbed carefully at the tender mess of pussy, looking up at him while she did so.

“Thanks for this. I’m happy we could get together,” she remarked politely.

Taking a few painful steps across the floor, Bree leaned up to kiss him quickly. “I did enjoy the challenge, and even if I didn’t get off, it wasn’t a total loss. I feel like you needed this, but now I need to go.”

Bree slowly dressed, wincing at the ache as she shimmied into her jeans.


******

Harper was propped up against the side arm of the couch with her pillow behind her head and the remote in one hand desperately flicking through the channels when she heard movement on the stairs.

It seemed to take forever for the woman to limp down the stairs, pausing at the base of them to stare into the darkened living room illuminated only by the television to see just who might be awake.

Harper cleared her throat, eyebrow raised.

It was strange. If she looked carefully, Harper noticed some similarities to her face even in the dark. The girl was tiny, taller than Harper but generally petite just the same as she was. Their jaw was sloped similarly.

It was a weird feeling to know that someone who kinda looked a little bit like Harper in certain aspects had been sleeping with her father.

Harper said nothing, happy to observe only as the girl (for she looked younger, too) gathered her things with a definite hobble and was gone out the door. Just what on earth had happened that she couldn’t even walk straight? She had been making pained sounds but...

Harper gasped, blushing.

“Oh my God. Don’t go there,” she muttered, thinking back to any high school joke she’d ever heard when a guy sent his bed partner home limping: it was because he’d had a massive dick.

Harper didn’t want to entertain those thoughts about her dad.

******

Bree sat outside on the steps waiting for her rideshare with her groin feeling like it was on fire. Her jeans had already soaked through from his splooge in the crotch area.

She was mortified that the whole thing had happened now, that she’d been unable to take him, that she’d been caught on her way out doing the walk of shame, and also because of only prevalent thought: holy shit not his wife!

In real-life, the silhouette on the couch had matched the woman in the pictures on his nightstand. She had a baby face, and those eyes glimmering back at her from where the television had been reflected felt much more innocent than she’d expected. The only reason that this girl had been on the couch while Andrew got boned and not in their bed was that she was no lover at all.

His daughter she realized coldly. She’d had obscene thoughts of him dicking down his own flesh and blood. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

And they were so similar - Bree saw that, even in the low-lighting.

Just what did it mean?

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper flinched away.

Her father’s erection was glaringly semi-firm in his shorts still. Even in the dark she could see that much, even if she wished she hadn’t.

“Nah, I just couldn’t sleep,” she said pointedly. “I’m staying on the couch tonight. Figure I’ll get caught up on something like the Bachelor, maybe,” she shrugged.

She said nothing about the woman that had just traipsed by her in the walk of shame. On one hand, Harper was happy for her father. He deserved to be happy.

Harper just couldn’t see how a woman half his age with similar features to his own daughter could be that for him.

Oh well, she thought. Whatever floats his boat.

Still, it was pretty obvious that the girl wasn’t good enough for him if he was letting her leave like this.

That plus Harper didn’t really think anyone was good enough for her father — they didn’t deserve a man like him. Harper knew that someday if he started dating again his partner would only be him settling for something, because surely a woman worthy of him didn’t exist.

Harper felt upset about how their day had ended.

Had she driven him to this? Made him so angry he had to take out his frustrations in some poor unsuspecting girl? She’d heard them, after all. One didn’t say things like “ow,” if things were going well.

Harper nibbled her lip.

“I’m sorry for earlier, Daddy. I really didn’t mean to hurt you. Please don’t be upset,” Harper tacked on finally. “I love you and the last thing I want is for you to be unhappy.”

 

[Cum_Inside]

Like Andrew, Harper has also realized just what an inconvenient time it would be to initiate physical contact with her father. However, she was also fully aware that if she turned down the hug right now her father’s good will and apology would likely disintegrate. He was stubborn on a good day and she’d gotten it honestly from him. Over the years, Harper had learned that her father never apologized to anyone but his baby girl and even doing that much was akin to scraping himself over hot coals.

He hated it.

It meant a lot for him to be doing it now, even if she knew he had no qualms about making his feelings for Nathan clear. He was only apologizing for hurting her feelings.

As a compromise, she curled her arms around his neck and leaned her face into his shoulder, breasts pressed against his side through her tiny baby blue cotton t-shirt. Leaning over to hug him caused her matching shorts to ride up her thighs, too.


They stayed there like that for a while, with her resting against him, wrapped in his protective embrace. When she was a little girl, she had never wanted to be far from her father. He was her protector and had always made her feel safe. Just because she was older, that feeling bad never changed; here like this now, Harper imagined everything would work out just fine.

Finally she mumbled; “you get the floor, then. I’ve called dibs on the couch,” she remarked, head tossed back in a mockery of those stuck-up women on any of the soap boxes or reality TV shows.

Harper would never make her father sleep on the floor and they both knew it.

It didn’t really matter though, because she didn’t even really recall his response, the exhaustion of the day dragging her down into the abyss of sleep and surrendering her to blissful quiet for the first time since she’d recognized her dad had any company over — she was warm, safe and happy curled up on the couch with him like old times.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper had always been a bit of a squirmer when she slept. When she woke, earlier than her father for once, likely due to the strain of an awkward sleeping position, she found that they were still on the couch with her leg thrown across his hips, face buried in his neck and her breasts smushed uncomfortably against his side.

She stretched and yawned, righting herself slowly, before the urge to pee called loudly for her and Harper disappeared down the hallway to the main floor powder room.

Andrew was in the kitchen when she got done with her business, and life continued on from there as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all last night.

*****

Turns out, two months later (in May) Andrew had still not come around. He regarded Nathan with a hostile look at all times and spoke to him through gritted teeth, but at least he hadn’t strangled her fiancé. Harper counted that as a good start. Realistically, when he realized that things weren’t going to change and that this wedding was going ahead regardless of his behaviour towards Nathan, things did start to settle. Only marginally, though. At least she didn’t feel like she was being burned alive with all the tension in the room whenever the two guys were forced to be together.

The venue was booked, catering had been settled on, and the date was a mere eight months away. Harper was beside herself with excitement when those details fell into place, buying decorations and choosing her colours, but there was one crucial piece left yet: the dress. She needed to find her wedding dress.

Most girls took their mother shopping with them to find the dress.

Harper didn’t have that option, but she had something just as well.

Her Daddy wouldn’t lie to her — whether it was his words or his facial expression, Harper would know whether she looked gorgeous in the dress or not, even if he was unhappy that they were doing this in the first place.

In June, Harper, her father, and her best friend Jess arrived bright and early to the local bridal boutique for just such a purpose.

*****

Harper was getting frustrated. She couldn’t find what she was looking for: something a bit atypical; strapless, with lots of lace and embellishment, and a shorter skirt. She wanted something that would turn heads, but after two hours of disappointment, she was beginning to think it would never happen. There had been some that she liked that her entourage didn’t, and there were a bunch that just didn’t fit her as well as she wanted. Although she had a specific idea in mind, Harper was open and did try in dresses that didn’t fit the style she’d asked for initially because it was a very small niche that she was looking for.

Almost as she was getting ready to call it a day, there was a knock on the changing room door and the associate passed in two more dresses. Harper leaned forward to collect them from the woman’s hands and she caught sight of Jess playing on her phone while she waited and her father staring straight through the open door. She didn’t think he could see anything over the associate’s (Hannah’s) shoulders from the crack in the door, so she shrugged it off and smiled at him easily before hanging the dresses on the hook against the wall. Hannah took a step back and closed the door.

The first dress she tried was perfect. It was actually a very non-traditional gown that Hannah had taken a chance on. It was not much fabric, but classically folded in drapes along the bodice and skirt, strapless, with a large vertical bow on her left hip. It didn’t have a train but Harper didn’t want one anyway. The back was open just below the bottom of her ribcage and the fabric was beautifully silky. Her heart was pounding as she looked in the full-length mirror. This was it.

She tried on the final dress just to be safe, but there was no gut-wrenching feeling of awe like the one before.

Harper slipped back into the one she loved and had Hannah come zip her up before she stepped out of the fitting room and onto the pedestal to show off her dress and get some more honest opinions.

She just hoped they liked it.

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[Cum_Inside]

“What do you think?” She asked tentatively, watching for any hint that her present company didn’t like it as much as she did.

Harper needn’t have worried; her father was practically speechless for a few moments, mouth parted in what she hoped was awe and not disgust. The hesitancy disappeared a moment later when he vocalized his feelings.

She smiled brightly.

That grin matched the one on Jess’s face, who began to clap excitedly.

“You look stupidly gorgeous. Your Dad is right, you know. Nathan is fucking lucky to have you. That’s it. That’s the dress,” she agreed.

Harper laughed. Neither girl had ever been shy to talk openly in front of Harper’s father because the relationship was so close. They had very few secrets.

“Thanks,” she said, cheeks tinged with warmth from her pleasure of finding her wedding dress and having it approved by the people who meant the most to her.

She turned to look at her father.

“You really think I look beautiful, Dad?”

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper grinned, truly happy at the response she'd drawn from her father. Despite how he tried to hide it, Harper could see the way the light caught and shimmered from the watery corners of her father's eyes. In bare feet, she stepped off the pedestal and padded over to her father, clasping her hands around his cheeks and firm jawline before she bent over to kiss him on the forehead. Her face was absolutely glowing in pride; both childish, that she'd gotten the approval from her singular parental figure (the person who had always meant the most to her), and womanly -- Harper, for the first time in her life, looked in the mirror and saw just how gorgeous she really was. Harper wasn't really thinking about the fact that her generous cleavage was hovering right in his face.

"Thank you, Daddy. I always wanted to make you proud of me, and I hope that you are."

She took a step back and lowered her hands to her hips, looking up at Hannah over her shoulder.

"I think we've found it. Now, is there a veil this girl can try on? I won't subject this guy," she laid one small hand on her father's shoulder and squeezed playfully, "to the horrors of shoe shopping!"

Harper winked at him.

"But he can leave me his credit card," she laughed, adding humorously.

 

[Cum_Inside]

After everything was ordered and Andrew’s credit card on file with the bridal shop, Harper saw him off with another large hug before he climbed into his own vehicle and merged into busy city traffic.

Jess and Harper spent hours browsing through high-end shoe stores until Harper found herself a beautiful pair of heels that stole her breath. Finding them had been a load off her shoulders and both girls were almost ready to call it quits for the day. It was lucky that she already had her wedding lingerie and that wasn’t a concern to her at this point.

It was dark when Harper got home and dad was already working on dinner. All-in-all, Harper was quite satisfied with the way things had turned out. It was the best she could have asked for.

Dinner was a quiet affair, and Harper and Andrew chatted easily about how the day had went after they’d separated and just general smalltalk. Harper cleaned the dishes and sent her father off to the living room to relax a while as she put everything back in its natural place. They visited a while longer but soon the lure of a hot bath drew Harper’s attention and she kissed her father on the top of the head and went upstairs to start the water.

Her father had an en-suite bathroom. The one in the hallway was primarily used for guests (on the rare occasion) but mostly it was Harper’s alone. There was a half-bath downstairs and everything worked out quite well. It guaranteed her enough privacy that she could hide her tiny waterproof vibrator in the bottom of a box of tampons. She had two, but this one stashed in the bathroom was the size of a lipstick tube and might actually be mistaken for that if one didn’t know better.

It had been almost two weeks since the last time she’d had any opportunity to be intimate with Nathan; they were both working overtime lately to line their pockets with some spare change before the wedding, and living at home with dad was helpful in that regard, but it certainly put a damper on her sex life. Although...

Harper couldn’t seem to forget that her father clearly didn’t care — the face of that girl and his nonchalant attitude after he’d found his daughter on the couch as his date took a walk of shame, likely fully aware that she’d heard them... Well, good for him! She’d been telling him forever that he needed to find someone. Maybe she hadn’t meant for sex, but there was no harm in it. It was good for him.

He’d understand, right? She was a healthy young woman. She had needs, too!

It still wasn’t something she wanted her father to be privy to.

There was a second larger vibe hidden in her laptop case on the top shelf of her closet. Harper had seen all the movies where parents snooped through their kids belongings to ensure they weren’t up to anything bad. Although she trusted her father and she was well past the age that having a vibrator would get her in trouble, Harper didn’t want to bother with the embarrassing scenario where Andrew did stumble upon her toys in a place that was obvious like an underwear drawer or under a pillow, though she had no idea why her father might be in her underwear drawer in the first place.

She didn’t want to venture further down the hallway to grab the bigger of the two. It had stronger vibrations, but it was quite a bit louder in return. It was definitely not something she had ever thought of using while he was home, but after buying her dress and her shoes, imagining herself stripped down to racy underwear on her honeymoon night, Harper was a little warm and wet. She needed some stress relief.

To be smart (and muffle any sound), she turned on the shower head and let it warm up a bit as she stripped down and twisted the tube just so. The familiar buzz felt like a godsend between her fingers. Harper placed her bare bum down on the toilet seat, bent one knee and lifted her right foot to the edge of the tub, and slid the toy down between her thighs to rest the angled nub against her clitoris.

The vibrations weren’t overly strong but they were enough to help her unwind. Harper’s body slowly drained of tension, and with her lip between her teeth, she worked herself steadily to an orgasm. It didn’t take long, having been a while since the last time. Other than the quivering of her thighs and the small squeak she let out, nobody would have known what was happening behind closed doors.

Fifteen minutes later, the scalding water beating down on her shoulder blades and scalp, Harper breathed a sigh of relief with a happy smile.

Everything was right in the world.

 

[Cum_Inside]

After unwinding with that satisfying orgasm, Harper’s batteries felt zapped but in the best of ways. She was able to shower quickly and go to bed reasonably early. All-in-all, Harper slept like a baby.

In the morning, Harper was energetic and eager to get started on her run before the sun had even fully risen; at 445 she was slipping into her running shoes and a light spring jacket to keep the morning drizzle from settling into her bones. She tried to be as quiet as possible but she doubted it made a difference - dad was a light sleeper and he always seemed to be up and around and waiting for her to get home by the time she’d clocked her ten kilometres. This morning was not out of the ordinary; the smell of greasy bacon wafting down the hallway from the kitchen was never bad, and Harper smiled.

“Hey dad,” she greeted, brushing her sweaty bangs up off her forehead, as she wandered after the delicious scent. For Harper, although she genuinely missed a hefty breakfast in the morning, enjoyed smoothies as a way to start the day and regain some energy after running for breakfast instead. Speaking of dear old Dad, he was typically ahead of the game and had one waiting for her when she got home. That was even better; she liked the variety and never knowing just exactly what was in her morning drink each day — it was always a pleasant surprise.

This time, the smoothie was a pale yellow in coloration and smelled like there was a hint of vanilla in there somewhere. Either way, Harper was grateful and she pulled large sips from the reusable metal straw propped up against the side of the glass. As she sat down at the table, Harper’s tongue registered salt. There was always some savory veggies in there and sometimes the protein powder fooled her senses, but she wondered if Dad had slipped just a little too much in this morning absentmindedly.

It’s not bad she decided with a shrug, taking another sip. Actually, it was kind of a weird change that she didn’t quite hate — certainly not enough to stop her gulping down the entire glass before rising back onto her feet and depositing the glass in the sink. Before she took off for her morning shower, Harper leaned up to press a kiss against her father’s cheek.

“Thanks for the smoothie, Dad. Delicious as always. I’m going to get cleaned up, okay?”

 

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Harper showered off quickly and changed into a simple pit of black trousers and a sky blue blouse. There was no reason to over dress for her part-time, but it was enough that she still looked professional.

She grabbed her purse and car keys and headed down the stairs to say goodbye to her father while he was finally eating his own breakfast, the paper unfurled on the table in front of him.

Harper dropped another kiss to the top of his head and squeezed his shoulders, murmuring that she’d be home at four and she would make dinner for the both of them.

“Don’t work so hard, Dad. Take a day to relax, okay? You can leave some things for me, you know,” she reminded. “I’m off this weekend and I’ll finish up the honey-do list.”

While she said that, she toed into her work shoes and waved as she closed the front door behind her and headed off, leaving him no room for argument.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper was tired when she stepped in the door following work.

It hadn’t been a difficult day at work so much as just steady and her feet hurt from running constantly. Andrew was nowhere to be seen when she padded down the hall and into the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge to pour herself a glass of cold water from the built in ice-maker and water dispenser. As Harper sipped at that, she peered into the refrigerator in order to decide what she’d make for dinner.

Probably something quick and easy like a beef stir-fry to make the best of the veggies left in the crisper.

With that in mind, Harper headed upstairs to find her father. The door to his room was shut, so Harper assumed he was probably napping or in the washroom, but her door was open and she didn’t recall it being that way when she’d left this morning. That was no big deal; she didn’t consider it to be a violation of her privacy and she really had no secrets from him, nothing to hide (at least, nothing that wasn’t very well concealed) and she trusted him not to snoop through her things anyway. Sometimes he did pass through to grab the hamper and throw her clothes in the wash if he was doing a load but that was rare; Harper wasn’t a baby anymore and her father didn’t need to do her laundry, but it might also raise some red flags if she refused to let him, too. Really, who cared? If he was generous enough to wash her clothing without complaint, she didn’t mind. Plus, it wasn’t like she didn’t do his all the time — most of the time Harper was the one doing those household chores.

It was no surprise to find that he had, indeed, emptied her hamper.

Harper smiled, returning to the hallway and knocking on her father’s door.

“Dad? I’m home,” she remarked, voice raised to pass through the solid wooden door.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Instinctively, Harper turned her forehead up a tiny bit to receive her father's greeting.

"Hold your horses, pop. Nothing special on the menu tonight, I'm afraid. Why don't you finish up and we can talk over dinner," she hedged, nervous about talking about something that had been in the works for a while. Although the last time she'd dropped a bomb on her father over dinner, Harper had high hopes based on how he'd been adjusting to the idea of her marriage.

****

Harper pushed the broccoli around on her plate absentmindedly while she watched her father eat.

"Is it good?" She asked, referring to the chicken stir fry she'd whipped up quickly while Andrew got dressed after his shower. Although she'd been planning on using up the beef, the chicken had looked so perfect that she couldn't help but make the substitution. Plus, Andrew preferred lean chicken over beef any day. Best to appease him and butter him up before they had any kind of serious conversation.

As her father nodded at her, still chewing the bite in his mouth, Harper pushed her own plate away. Her anxiety was at an all-time high as she dreaded the conversation that was about to occur. When Andrew was finally done and letting his fork drop onto the empty dinner plate, Harper forced her chair backward across the floor and took a few steps around the table to sit gingerly on one of his thighs. Most would say she was too old to sit in her father's lap but the Hastings didn't have such a rigid boundary between affection and being inappropriate. How could it be wrong for her to show her fondness for him this way? She curled one arm around his shoulders with one hand resting on his right shoulderblade and her face pillowed neatly on the other.

He was warm and comforting and there was no hesitation for him to wrap both arms around her and squeeze.

"Daddy, you know I love you, right? You've been the best parent in the world and I've never wanted for anything. You taught me the value of hard work and commitment and I've never worried about my future because of it. I'm getting older now and it's almost time for me to get married. Nathan and I have been looking into buying a house for a while now and you know that, but we've decided to rent an apartment instead for a bit before we get married. I was going over there tonight so that we could make a decision and put down a deposit on the one we want. I... I didn't want to tell you before we knew what we were doing," she murmured, voice steady and quiet as she relaxed into his embrace. "Dad... the apartment would be for the month after next."

Harper pressed a soft kiss onto his throat.

"Please don't be mad. I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to make you upset, either."

 

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She pouted, face wrinkling into a frown.

Sitting on his lap had also been strategic in that she hoped he wouldn't blow up again like last time, but with the ease at which he pushed her away and manhandled her onto her feet, Harper couldn't help but feel a pang of rejection.

She turned away from him so he wouldn't see her eyes watering. She hated to do this to him, but her moving out and getting married was inevitable. She couldn't live with her father forever, but he seemed to want it so.

This only made her feel more the villain in the situation but she was determined not to let her father see the tears from the rift that had been growing between them for months, whether they acknowledged it or not.

"Fine," she sniffled coldly.

"I won't be home tonight then - don't wait up!"

Following her declaration, Harper stomped down the hallway and practically ran up the stairs, taking two and three treads at a time just to change her clothes and grab her purse before leaving her father all alone to wallow.

Emotions were running high for both, even if they weren't quite on the same page.

She almost slammed the door on the way out but she did lose grip on her stubborn attitude and left him with one last parting comment that would probably speak volumes into how much he'd hurt her by pushing her away. It echoed loudly down the hall and into the kitchen where she figured he was still sitting.

"And I have more than enough money, thank you -- someone taught me to work hard for what I want and to not rely on anyone, but I'll be returning the money for my dress to you post haste if that's what you think of me, don't you worry."

 

[Cum_Inside]

It was two nights later before Harper made her way back home. Begrudgingly, things returned to normal between her and her father on the surface but there was a clear distance between them; things were a bit stunted, but their disagreements never lasted very long before the tension settled and the Hastings were all good. The text had been the first step to clearing the waters.

After that, it was a difficult period as they both adjusted to the idea of being apart. Although she was a grown woman, her father had been the only home that she’d ever known. It felt strange to be planning a life without seeing him everyday; she’d miss their easy chemistry and well-oiled lifestyle.

****

One week before the wedding, months after Harper had moved out and started to adapt to life with Nathan in their tiny little apartment, Harper ended up blowing through the entryway of her father’s home as though she owned the place, face set in an angry scowl.

Although it was normal for couples to fight and the two of them had done that often, it was their first huge argument since learning to live with each other. Nathan expected more out of their money than Harper could give and he didn’t understand why she was content with the way things were — didn’t she want more than working a silly little part-time job to make ends meet? He expected her to work more hours to find his expensive habit of buying the latest high-tech gear he didn’t actually need, and by that he meant: “go get another fucking job, Harper!” as he exclaimed that evening over supper. “You’ve got free time and we’re struggling to keep the lights on. Christ, your priorities are all messed up.”

They weren’t — both her priorities being skewed and the fact that they were behind on payments — because Andrew had always taught his daughter good financial habits. Harper had a pretty good nest egg saved up but if he wanted to buy a 90” television with that money? No way in hell. At least, not until they had settled a bit into married life after paying off the very debts he was talking about.

Harper’s face was fire-engine red and the angry tears were starting to pool in the corner of her eyes as the door slammed behind her.

 

[Cum_Inside]

She threw herself into her father’s arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. Pressing her face into his chest, Harper focused on taking some nice, deep breaths. There was something about Andrew that always managed to calm her down and make her feel safe and supported.

Her words were mumbled into his shirt.

“He’s being an asshole. Nathan is oblivious to how he talks to me like I don’t do anything and should work my ass off for him to have the best toys while he doesn’t do a blessed thing. He talks to me like I’m the problem. I love him but lately we’ve been doing nothing but fighting. It seems petty but this is only the tip of the iceberg. Really, I don’t know that there’s been one good day since we moved in together,” she admitted to him quietly. Harper was still blinking back tears but Andrew’s large hands were smoothing down her back and he was doing his best to make sure his daughter was settled.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Actually, that sounded... wonderful.

Pulling back, Harper blotted at her eyes with clumsy fingers. Her smile was shaky but genuine. “Thanks Daddy,” she said, squeezing his hands. “I know I can always count on you. I’m gonna go run that bath.”

****

Harper soaked in the steaming hot water until it began to chill. When she got out and made her way back downstairs after slipping into one of the light satin dressing gowns she’d left behind just in case of an occurrence like this, Harper discovered the lights in the living room were dimmed. She found two long-stepped glasses of wine on the coffee table with the TV running on mute in the background. She grabbed hers with two fingers supporting the bottom curve of the glass around either side of the stem and ventured into the kitchen to find her father putting together some movie snacks.

She leaned one hip against the counter next to him and grabbed one of the nacho chips. There was a happy glimmer in her eyes as she watched him. Her voice was teasing when she commented “what a good housewife you are. Maybe I should find a man like you who knows how to treat me like a princess while I sit back and watch movies and drink wine.”

 

[Cum_Inside]

Harper laughed harmoniously.

“Are you kidding? You know I always find the wine, old fart,” she teased. “You are getting pretty old. I’ll probably have to make the decision on which nursing home to put you into soon if you don’t find yourself a live-in woman to keep you in line.”

Her eyes were glimmering in mirth but it was obvious that her ribbing was good-natured by the glow on her cheeks and happy grin. Harper raised her glass to clink against her father’s. Resting the lips of the glass together, Harper said “cheers to old farts finding someone to settle down with,” in a joking manner before continuing on a bit softer and more genuine with “and the father who never fails to be there when his little girl needs him. Thanks Dad — I love you.”

With that, Harper took a big sip and set the glass down on the table before flopping herself onto the couch dramatically. “Now... I was promised a movie, I do believe, good sir.”

 

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She nodded absently. Harper really could care less which movie they watched so long as she got to spend a quiet evening at home with her father, the one man who had never disappointed her. “Sounds good,” she murmured, shifting a bit deeper into the couch and tucking her feet up underneath her. In this position, she was in the best spot to reach the end table, the snacks between them, and to also curl up a bit against Andrew’s shoulder if she found herself a bit sleepy throughout the movie, which, if she was honest, was pretty likely based on the mentally and emotionally taxing day she’d had.

The movie was some old B-list film that her father liked and despite knowing that he enjoyed it quite substantially, they’d never watched it together before. Harper had seen it on her own one lazy evening but she remembered the clumsy but surprisingly explicit love scenes more so than the actual plot. No big deal — Harper was an adult and watching a scene like that with her father may have been embarrassing when she was a bit younger but it was nothing now; she liked to think that they were both mature enough to handle it.

Forty five minutes later, Harper had done exactly what she had expected she would; leaning uncomfortably on Andrew’s shoulder blade with her mouth gaped open slightly in a quiet pattern of slow breaths while she slept. Every once in a while she’d shiver back to wakefulness at a loud sound on the TV but for the most part she slept undisturbed.

 

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Like coming out of a fog, limbs heavy like she was underwater, Harper was first aware of a friction against her nipple. The sensation felt like sandpaper rolling over her tender flesh and Harper whimpered, a broken sound that was lost in the wetness of her father’s tongue. That was the second thing she noticed - when her mouth opened just a tiny fraction for her whine to escape, what felt like a strong tongue pushed its way inside her mouth and the pressure against her mouth increased.

Harper’s eyes shot open, mouth hollowed in a gasp.

Andrew’s mouth sunk even deeper and Harper realized that her own father was not only groping her but kissing her, and that she’d slept through her dressing gown being opened.

She struggled, small hands pushing against his shoulders. Because her father was very fit and liked to work out, he was a broad mountain of a man. Harper, although she also stayed in shape, was built much tinier. As ineffective as her struggles against him were, Andrew still managed to capture both of her wrists in one strong hand and squeeze tightly until Harper let out a pained whine in response, body freezing underneath him momentarily before her vigorous struggling was renewed with fervour.

Any protests she had were muffled against his mouth, and the whole time Andrew never stopped kissing her.

The next thing she knew, Harper was pushed onto her back, staring up at the ceiling with Andrew still looming over her and her wrists still firmly clasped in one large mitt above her head. Her chest heaved. Through the rapid change in position their lips had been disconnected and Harper took the chance to demand what on earth he thought he was doing.

“Dad? The hell? Stop! What the fuck are you thinking? Get off me!”

 

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Her heart dropped sickeningly into her belly; he wasn’t going to stop, was he?

Harper had to do something about it before this went to a place she couldn’t recover from. The reality still hadn’t fully settled in yet, but all Harper knew was that she needed to fight back now and put an end to this. For a moment, there was nothing she could do but kick out at him. In such an awkward position she only missed, but the shattering of the wine bottle onto the floor told her that she’d hit something, only just not the target she’d hoped for initially.

It was unexpected when Andrew’s hands shifted away from her wrists and gave her an opportunity to get a punch off — even as his mouth and tongue laved at her nipple Harper curled her fingers up into a fist and hurled it towards her father’s chest. She didn’t plan on hurting him but she needed to knock him back. If she gave herself just a few seconds of shock on his part she might be able to get out from under him and to escape the situation.

Maybe he’d come to his senses.

Based on his words, almost fanatical in nature but loving, full of desperate need, Harper didn’t think that Andrew would change his mind. He implied that he’d been feeling this way for a very long time. Just how long? Felt what, exactly?

Just as there was a burgeoning sense of desire rising in her father, the feeling of hopelessness in Harper was echoing back.

 

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His hand eclipsed her cheek and left a burning trail of fire behind it. Andrew hadn’t hit her overly hard but certainly enough so that it left her stunned, eyes and mouth wide open in distress as she stared off towards the red stain on the rug where the wine was soaking deep into the fabric. Mere seconds later she was squeezing her eyes shut and whipping her head from side to side as her struggles renewed.

She caught the bulbous head of his prick leaking copious amounts of precum peeking from his pants just before Andrew pushed them band down to sit under his heavy balls and it made her whimper with terror, noting just how big that thing actually was. Against her will, she was reminded of that woman a few months ago limping down the hallway to the front door in the walk of shame.

Harper only had one more chance to snap her father out of his craze - Andrew was doting, spoiling and giving his daughter whatever she wanted on a regular basis growing up. He was the first there to soothe her tears or offer comfort but tonight was a whole new experience - not one she thought she wanted to explore any further. There was one thing that hadn’t failed her yet.

Harper took a deep shuddering breath and when she released the air in a loud, ragged exhale, there were tears pooling in her deep green eyes.

“Please Daddy. Please don’t do this,” she cried. “I don’t want to.”

Andrew’s thick cock was dragging across her belly now, leaving trails of glistening arousal behind.

 

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Harper's watery green eyes met her father's but she was horrified to see that there was no sign he planned to stop; just the opposite, actually. There was an intense hunger there that showed her his intentions to see this through. Harper whimpered in fear.

The reverence in his voice was gentle and obvious despite the violence of himself forcing himself on her. Now that he was resting over her with no option for her to fight him off, there was a calmness in him once more - his touches were softer now, more caressing instead of truly groping. The way he talked almost put her in mind of some crazy cultist thing, so dedicated to believing the psychotic words he was saying, and although this was her father, she didn't recognize this man right now.

Watching him begin to lube his monstrous shaft with his spit made Harper began to cry anew -- this was really happening, wasn't it? That thing was bound to destroy her. As sick as it made her to think of her dad's penis, seeing the size compared to her tiny frame really put things in perspective and reminded her that not only would this tear her apart mentally and emotionally, but physically as well. Most women would be eager for a chance at this, and maybe in another life she would be, but this was her father. Her father!

Andrew's fingers dug painfully into her hipbones but it was nothing compared to the ache when he finally began to force his way inside her.

Harper tried to struggle, sobbing becoming louder in intensity, body wracked with agony at his first breach.

"It hurts. You're hurting me. Dad, please don't do this. Please stop," she gasped again, hoping for one last chance at changing his mind.

 

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Between pain and exhaustion, Harper had no strength left to fight back; her only recourse was to lie there and continue to sob, praying that it would be over soon. With her face turned away from him, Harper kept them squeezed shut, blinking wet eyelashes whenever they felt too heavy with her tears. He kept talking to her but she did her best to ignore it, even if there wasn't a way to distract herself from the sensation of his lips on hers as his tongue speared her mouth open to explore her inside.

The only words that she could formulate were a mix of "stop," and "hurts", but nothing seemed to phase Andrew as he kept hammering away at her, and Harper wondered where everything had gone so wrong; she was doing her best to tell herself that this was some horrific nightmare but the physical sensation of his blistering grip, heavy body on hers and the steady way he fucked her proved her wrong.

Harper felt betrayed.

Initially, Nathan had hurt her with his callous words but that was nothing compared to the deep spike of pain everytime Andrew's hips pressed against her bum before the next stroke began.

 

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The more he stroked his cock deep inside of her, the wetter she became despite herself. Harper felt a quick stabbing pain on top of the steady throb that had accompanied the whole ordeal, and she squealed at the same time Andrew’s shaft practically was sucked in another four inches - with a heavy thud, his crown banged against her cervix and his balls clapped her ass hard as every single inch of her father’s cock got buried in his daughter. That hurt like nobody’s business, but Andrew only seemed even more excited by that; his whole weight was on her body now, and the look on his face... it was crazed, but there was that same genuine love he’d always made sure to show her throughout the years. Harper was just realizing that maybe it was a different kind of love, now.

There was a long pause as the both of them digested just how far embedded in Harper’s pussy he was — she’d never had cock this big and she was probably going to be quite torn, expecting that she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week, but she had no way to know that Andrew had never been able to bury the entirety of himself in a woman before; she understood fully just why his sex partner those months ago could barely even hobble to the front door, now. When Andrew pulled back to drive himself forward again, Harper could see that his penis was streaked with blood.

And then... he was “close”?

Panic mounted again.

“Don’t do this, Dad - you have to pull out. You can’t... you shouldn’t be doing any of this, but if you cum inside me...”

Not only would that burn with how undoubtedly she was torn, but she was his daughter! It was dirty - disgusting - unacceptable. Yes, she was on birth control, had an IUD, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that she was being violated by her father, about to be forced to take the sperm that had made her, deep inside her own sacred parts.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

 

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It was over.

It was over but things would never be the same.

Andrew had collapsed on her chest, breathing hard and his cock softening inside her, but all Harper could do was cry inconsolably at the sticky feeling of his cum leaking out of her insides around him. She pushed at his shoulders weakly but he didn’t budge; only layered soft kisses across her throat as a lover might do with aftercare after a great round of lovemaking.

Only this wasn’t love.

It was obsession and Harper had been blind.

Whatever this was, it had been building inside of him for so long until there was no stopping it. There was no going back; Harper had lost her only other parent in the blink of an eye today.

There, laying underneath him, she just felt hopeless.