Twisted Incest (Closed for Lizzy1228 and I)

[Shamrock Stone]

This one's just for Lizzy and myself. I'm all too keen on hearing reader feedback, though, so if you've got some praise to lay down on me feel free to speak up. Just so you don't think I'm a total ego, criticism is also welcomed - as long as it's constructive.

Info on the characters can be found in Twisted Incest (Casting Call).
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Jacob sat in his chair, beer cradled in his hand as he watched the flickering TV screen. Every so often, he would snort at a particularly obvious Hollywood Moment.
Jimpies never fired that much ammunition, he thought, that guy would've had to reload at least fifty rounds back!.

He slurped his beer and scoffed again.

 

[lizzy1228]

Lizzy stumbled a bit on her way up the walk, feeling the effects of the beers she'd had. She tripped and stumbled into the front door, trying to stifle her giggles so her dad won't hear.

Taking a deep breath, she composed herself, then stepped into the house. It was smaller than her aunt and uncles, but she liked it just the same.

She passed the living room on her way to the stairs, peeking her head in to say a quick, "Hi, Daddy" before making her way up to her bedroom.

It was hotter in the house than outside, so when she was halfway up the stairs she peeled off her sweater, leaving her in just a camisole and short skirt. She stumbled again near the top of the stairs, sending her skirt flying up over her hips. She heard footsteps approaching and looked behind her to see her daddy standing at the foot of the staircase.

 

[Shamrock Stone]

Jacob heard his daughter outside, and threw back the last of his beer, scowling as he heard her giggle and fumble with the door.

Damn stupid girl, he thought, she's been out drinking again. He completely ignored the hypocrisy as he crushed the can and dropped it beside his seat.

"Hi, Daddy," she giggled, ducking her head into the living room and then carrying on her way. He heard her stumble and pause halfway up the stairs, and his scowl deepened.

Probably needs some help getting up the stairs, he thought to himself. He pulled himself out of the chair and moved into the hallway. Just as he looked up, Lizzy stumbled, her short skirt hitching up over her hips.

Jacob's breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a pair of white panties, tight and clinging to her tiny little ass. His blood started to pound in his temples, and he found it hard to breathe. His mind danced back over the decades to a day eighteen years ago, when he'd first met Lizzy's mother. He'd been walking along a waterfront somewhere (too long ago to remember exactly when), and Beth had been passing in the other direction. She'd met his eyes, smiled - and then tripped, landing face-first on the concrete. Her skirt had flown up, revealing a pair of panties exactly like the ones Lizzy was wearing now.

 

[lizzy1228]

Lizzy sobered when she saw her father gazing up at her, anger and disapproval rolling off him in waves. She wanted so badly to please him, to make him actually want her as a daughter, but it seemed she just couldn't stay out of trouble.

She knew it would annoy him that she went out tonight, then came home drunk, but she just couldn't say no to her friend's offer. Her parents were out of town and she had invited her boyfriend, Lizzy, and Chris, the boy Lizzy had been flirting with for weeks.

She had had a good time; Chris was incredible at playing with her tits, and was only a little miffed when she refused to go all the way with him, but now that she saw her father's anger, she started to wonder if it was worth it.

Turning so that she sat perched on the top stair, Lizzy gave a subdued, "Sorry, Daddy," and watched him, waiting for his reaction.