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Life's Lessons (Crimson)

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How could she of all people let this happen? Isabelle wiped her puffy red eyes and stared at herself in the grimy bathroom mirror. Exactly what she thought...she looked just as bad as she felt. Her fiery red hair was messy and wild and the little bit of make up she had on was running. She was paler than usual and it hurt her emerald eyes to see herself that way. Immediately she undressed and slipped into the shower, turning the hot water on. It stung her skin a bit but it felt better over all. Hopefully her father hadn't heard her come in at this hour. It was late, maybe 2 or 3 in the morning. He wouldn't approve of his 16 yr old daughter being out so late, but her reasoning was that it was a friday night and her ride had been too intoxicated to drive home. Which was true. Belle had walked all the way home, alone in the cool night's air. Grabbing the soap she lathered her body up, unable to forget the feel of his touch coursing over her small body and the alcohol on his breath. Everything was hazy and even though she had agreed, she regretted it. That wasn't how your first time was supposed to be. Nothing was supposed to be like that. Trembling, the young woman exited the shower about 15 mins later. She never took long to shower and she quietly slipped into he soft baby blue night gown, the material sticking to her still wet body ever so slightly. Belle felt better in a way as she pushed her damp hair from her face, but she still felt disgusting. Staring at herself in the mirror again...she couldn't help but start to sob. She never should have gone and what was she supposed to tell her father? Could she tell him? No, he would kill her...and the thought only made her sob louder and she dropped to her knees, face in her hands.
 
Mathew Taylor is a 46 year old businessman. His chain of clothing stores are a hugh success and all things seemed great for him, but one thing was missing in his life. His wife Susan died 5 years ago and he still has not gotten over her death, all he has left of her is his little angel Isabelle. She has become his whole world, the only reason to keep going on. He has noticed over the last few years how much Belle looks so much like her mother,and this has filled him with uneasy feelings of passion for her. More and more he watches his young beautiful daughter growing into a woman, and each passing year she looks more and more like Susan. This has caused him to have nights were he just couldn't sleep and this night was no different. He tossed and turned for hours before getting up, he was heading downstairs and was passing Belle's room where he thought he could hear her crying. He knocked on the bedroom door and called out. " Belle? Is everything ok? "
 
Hearing the knock on the door, Belle froze. All she had to do was say yes. The problem would be getting her voice to steady enough for him to believe her. Isabelle loved her father and knew how much of a burden she had to be on him. When her mother died, it was obvious he missed her. Hell they both did, but she knew that she was a constant reminder of what he lost. She was unaware how much, but she knew he had to miss her everytime he looked into her green eyes. The last thing she wanted to do was trouble him with problems a mother should be taking care of, not a father. She bit her lip hard and stood up. As much as she hated to make him deal with this, she needed to see him. She needed a hug. Opening the door, Belle's young arms immediately wrapped around him and she burried her head in his chest, her developed body pressing against his. "I'm so sorry daddy..." she murmured though she doubt he heard with her face press against him.
 
As Belle open the door and pulled herself tight against his chest his longing for her came to the surface. He couldn't help but notice how good the feeling was of having her in his arms. He noticed that his penis started getting hard, and was worried that she would feel this. He pulled her away slowly and said. " Belle? What's wrong? What do you need to be sorry? " Standing in the doorway trying to keep his harding penis from the sight of his daughter.
 
Swallowing hard, Belle couldn't help but more tears flow, her eyes darting to her bare feet, her night gown stuck to the form of her figure. "I...Well I went to a party with alex and she was...well we were drinking. I thought I only had a little bit," Isabelle pushed some hair from her face, shaking her head a moment. He was going to kill her, she knew it. Not only did she have an awful sexual encounter, now she was going to die. Well she knew he really wouldn't kill her but she would be punished, she was sure of it. "I...I hooked up with some random guy at the party. It was my first time and...and it was so awful daddy...I feel so disgusting..." putting her head in her hands, she sobbed, her green eyes shut tight as her body shivered. "I wanted to lose my virginity to someone that cares about me...that loves me and that I love...not some random guy. I don't even know his name..."
 
His heart sank hearing what she told him, he was disappointed in her. Not only did she stay out late drinking, but she had sex with some nameless guy? He knew the what she was feeling now was more then enough punishment. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him. At this point in time he didn't care if she noticed his hard penis, he wanted her to know who much he loved her. " Oh angel. " He said then kissed her on top of her head. " You have always been special to me, and I love you more then anyone ever could."
 
Belle was still crying as she hugged her father tightly. She wasn't sure what to do with herself or what he would do...but she felt something hard pressing against her stomach. He was much taller than she was so his bulge was pressed directly into her stomach as she blinked a little, trying to settle her tears. "I love you too daddy....so so much..." she managed to reply. As he kissed the top of her head and held her closer, the girl felt a stir in her loins. What was this? Belle could feel herself growing a little wet from the feel of his bulge and the thought of how much her father loved her. He was right, no one could ever love her as much. Was that hardness what she thought it was? What was he doing before now. "Daddy...something's....poking me..." she whispered almost shamefully.
 
He smiled as she spoke. " Belle, I love you so much and you are so beautiful that you have made my penis hard. " He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned her back a little, then kissed her forehead. " You have become a beautiful young woman, and you look so much like your mother. " Tears came to his eyes, looking at Belle and thinking she could be Susan's twin. He ran his hands down and over Belle's ass, then up on to her hips.
 
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