Scene 12 – Katie talks to Wayne
Mum was in a real state when I got home and dad was fussing around her, advising her to lie down and take a tablet. I’ve never known what these tablets are for, but she takes them a lot. Eventually she agreed, but only on condition that dad stayed close by. He settled down in his den and I wandered in to keep him company.
He was lounging on his sofa in his shorts. That’s all he wears most of the time when he’s indoors, mainly because mum likes to be able to stroke his chest. Unlike the smooth-chested kids at school, he’s got a nice mat of hair. I understand why mum likes to run her fingers through it.
He probably enjoys showing off his body too. He’s in good shape for a guy his age – 39 last birthday. He keeps himself in trim down the gym, which is just as well because mum is very demanding sexually. A bit too demanding for him sometimes; I’ve heard her complaining. She does that a lot – complain, that is. Which is why he spends a lot of time in his den. It’s more like a living room really. He’s got his desk, his books, a sofa, his computer, a TV, the works.
I snuggled up next to him, my body pressing against his, and rested my hand on his chest, my soft warm hand.
‘Dad,’ I said, scratching with my nails around his nipples, ‘I’m sorry.’
He looked puzzled.
‘Sorry, love? What have you to be sorry about?’
‘I’m sorry I had to tell mum about you seeing me naked.’
He shrugged.
‘That wasn’t your fault, Katie. I had no idea you’d be lying there like that.’
I was sure that was true, almost anyway.
‘But don’t worry, dad, that’s all I said. I didn’t tell her about the rest.’
‘The rest?’ He’s good, dad, he really sounded like he didn’t know what I was talking about.
‘I didn’t tell her how long you stood there watching me or how you grabbed your crotch. Like this.’
I reached down and grabbed his balls. He reached out to move my hand, but it was back on his belly before he came close.
‘I don’t know what you mean. You couldn’t see in the dark.’
‘I could see well enough, dad. And you do know what I mean. I’ve seen you easing your balls like that before, when you’ve been looking at me and are getting hard.’
‘Katie,’ he protested, ‘you’re imagining things. I only look at you as my daughter, nothing more.’
Time to move on. I’d made my point and he knew I had. My hand moved down to his waistband.
‘I’m sorry it got you into trouble. I never expected mum to blow off like that. It’s so unfair blaming someone for thinking about someone else when they’re fucking. We all do it, don’t we. I bet she thinks a lot about Mike next door; she certainly looks at him when’s he’s washing his car and spends a lot of time around there when his wife is out.’
Dad actually looked shocked, like I didn’t know words like fuck or what people thought of during sex. My fingers were inching under his waistband and he wasn’t trying to stop in.
‘I’d never ban you from my bed. You need sex, guys do, that’s why they get so horny if they’re not getting their rocks off. Mum was wrong to do that.’
My hands were on his cock now. I didn’t need to massage it; it was rock solid. He didn’t try to move my hand.
‘Katie, you’ve been listening, haven’t you, prying into what your mother and I are doing and saying.’
He seemed oblivious to my thumb stroking over the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum.
‘Don’t be silly, dad. I didn’t have to pry or sneak or anything. All I had to do was lie on my bed and listen. Mum has a voice like a fog horn.’
He just stared back.
‘I’m sorry you were disturbed when you were fucking mum. Had you finished? I can go down on you if you like.’
I began to peel back his shorts and lowered my head.
Suddenly he pushed me away.
‘It was you, wasn’t it?’ he shouted as he backed down the sofa. He looked so silly with his cock sticking out of the top of his shorts. ‘You made noises so I’d think there was a burglar and then lay there naked, knowing I’d come in to see if you were OK. And running into our bedroom naked, that was deliberate too, wasn’t it? There never was anyone in your room.’
I smiled.
‘And the face in the mask,’ I told him, ‘that was me too.’
‘But why,’ he demanded, ‘why would you do these things?’
‘Why? Because it was the only way I could get to you. Mom kept us apart. I understand why she did it. She was jealous. Fathers are often attracted to their daughters and mothers resent it. They fear being displaced by a younger model. I know; we did it in psychology last year and I suddenly realised what had been happening. Mum was afraid you’d reject her for me and you were afraid of your own feelings and were trying to suppress them. We studied that too. I had to find a way of getting past mum, so you could release your feelings for me and we could be together, like we used to be, daddy and his special little girl.’
And that was when the door burst open and mum stormed in and dragged me off the sofa by my hair, shouting at me, calling me a wicked bitch, telling me to get the fuck away from her husband.
‘Go away, mum,’ I told her, ‘take another tablet and lie down.’
She stood there open mouthed, while I went over to dad and kissed him, hard.
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