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All to Herself (Ethereal & Father Figure)

Ethereal

Ethereal

Super-Earth
Joined
Feb 15, 2016
Location
East Coast, United States
Casey sang softly to the tune of the music that filled the air of her bedroom, perched at her vanity as she applied a quick layer of mascara. School had started that week, her senior year. Already, she was overwhelmed with school work. Being a senior, she was fortunate enough to finish her day at noon, but that day, she'd come straight home and finished all of the homework she'd been assigned for the weekend, wanting to get it done with so she could spend the next two days simply having fun and relaxing. She'd always been a good student, and really just a good girl overall. Her father had raised her into a well mannered, studious young lady. Of course, she had the typical tendencies of a teenage girl. She'd had a secret boyfriend that her father didn't know about. Well, he knew of him, though he was never aware of how far things had gotten. She did stupid things with her friends on occasion, went to a couple of parties here and there and had a few drinks underaged. That was expected though, and even then, she never blatantly disrespected her father or his rules. She always obeyed his curfew, and never went out of her way to do anything that he had specifically told her not to do. He trusted her, and she prided that trust.

Giving herself a little smile in the mirror, the seventeen year old stood and wandered over to her closet to grab her bag. It wasn't quite 7:30, and she was dressed and ready to go have dinner with a handful of her friends. She wasn't dressed extravagantly, wearing a simple tank top and pair of skinny jeans, her dark hair thrown up into a bun. She was simply beautiful, without even really trying. Glancing around her room, she tried to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything, and it was only then that she remembered her cellphone lying on her bed. Walking over towards it, she cut her music off, reaching down and grabbing the phone that was lit up from a text message she had just received.

Tyler: Coming to Jason's party tonight?? I'll be there :)

Her lips turned up into a slight grin, though she rolled her eyes slightly as she typed out a reply.

Hmm, I'll think about it. Whats in it for me? ;)

Though her response was typed out, she seemed to know that he would read it in the teasing, flirty tone of voice she used with him. She'd known Tyler since sophomore year, but it was only this past summer that she had started getting close to him, after her and her first and only boyfriend, Jonathon, broke up that summer. He was the first guy she had kissed, the first and only guy she'd had sex with. She'd been heartbroken when she found out he had kissed another girl, and cried for nearly three days after dumping him. She remembered how concerned her father had been, and the only justification she had given him was that 'guys were stupid'. He had known of Jonathon, yet he didn't know that the two had actually dated for nearly four months, or that Casey had acted so inappropriately with him. She hadn't told him about Tyler yet, and a part of her felt guilty for it, but she didn't dwell on the thought for long, sticking her phone into her pocket and making her way out of her bedroom.

She found herself stepping into the hall at the same time her father was leaving his own room, the two nearly bumping into each other. She laughed, and started to give him a smile, though her lips turned into slight frown as she glanced him over. It appeared that she wasn't the only one dressed for a night out.

"You're going somewhere?" she asked, not hiding the fact that the idea displeased her. Her father would be able to see that she was clearly dressed to leave, but despite the fact that she hadn't had any intention of staying in that night, it still bothered her that he was leaving. It was something he had been doing more and more lately, whether she was home or not. The two didn't really talk about it, but she knew that he was out with women. She'd tried to reason with herself over it, knowing deep down that this was a normal thing, but yet she just couldn't accept it. For as long as she could remember, her father's life had been devoted to her, and even at seventeen years old, almost an adult herself, she couldn't bear the thought of having to share him.
 
Some evenings were going to be good ones.

The thought flickered in the back of his mind as he stood there and examined himself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, taking his time to truly consider the person who stood there at that moment. He was not a man with an overly large ego, no puns intended of course, but he was a man who still fought with the low self-esteem that permeated most of his thoughts after so many years of having been overweight. Those times were long gone though, the pounds having shed slowly but surely as he refocused from his professional life to his own personal one. It had been an arduous journey but one that he had felt was more than worth it, though vanity was most definitely not the reason for his having done so. It was health and a wish to have a long life, a wish to be there for his daughter so that she knew she would always have the support that she needed, and as the only parent it was something he felt duty compelled him to do. Though the times had been lonely and sometimes he wondered if he would truly ever find someone being a single parent with a nearly adult child, he set it all aside to ensure that he provided a life worth having for Casey.

Of course he would never tell her any of that.

Giving that one last look he straightened himself and considered the man who stood in that mirror. Creeping into his mid-forties, his broad shouldered frame no longer stocky but hinting at that heroic v-shape that men strove to achieve. What had one been nearly 300 lbs. rested comfortably at 218, the weight settling well on his 6'1 height. Dark black hair and beard hinted at being distinguished as grey worked it's way into it, and his full lips turned upwards into a smirk as he looked approvingly at himself. Not half bad. Reaching out to pick up his suit coat he slid it on, smoothing off any lint before he stepped out into the hall, his large frame moving down it as he himself looked down at a phone to check the texts that were there. Unlike his daughter, his own texts were much more depraved, another prearranged date using a website that he most definitely would not be caught dead using. He felt almost silly having done so, but sometimes you had to walk out on the ledge to find what you were truly searching for.

Fetlife and Alt.com had provided him a measure of relief in a way he had a hard time accepting. The desires that had filtered into his mind in the last decade, held in abeyance since his early youth, had slowly become a hunger that he had needed to sate. He had considered himself sick, considered himself twisted in some fashion for even wanting to consider the ideas that he indulged in...but then he began to expand that google search of his and found willing women, willing victims. That was the text he was examining and had his focus completely separated from the world around him as he moved through the house...a young woman showing off her ample flesh, a young woman wanting his attention, a young woman begging for him to take her to dinner and then to...defile every inch of her beautiful form. It turned his face almost predatory as he hunched just slightly to tell her he was about to be on the way and then...then he bumped into his angel.

He stammered the tiniest bit as she queried about where he was going, his head coming up startled as his finger clicked the phone to it's lock screen. He'd be damned if he revealed any of what he was busy doing to her, after all she had her own life and hardly needed to know the depraved pervert her father was. Matching eyes met hers as he smiled just the tiniest bit, recovering quickly from the surprise and he gave her a hug around her shoulders as he tugged her near. "Yep, but it looks like you're heading out as well. So, I won't feel so bad about not making dinner for you again," he teased, his eyes playful. "What are you busy doing tonight?"
 
As strange as it sounded, Casey adored her father's touch. She loved the way it felt when he hugged her, warm and safe. Or when he would rub her back or stroke her hair. She nearly always found herself leaning into his touch when he offered it, but this time, she reacted in a much different manor. Her body stiffened as he pulled her in close to him, her teeth slightly clenched as he spoke. You should feel bad, she thought to herself, though she didn't express her anger aloud. Instead, she allowed the angered look on her face to soften, displaying a more pitiful, sad demeanor as she looked up at her father. He would see a flash of disappointment in her eyes, though it almost seemed as though she was trying to hide the dejection she briefly displayed as she offered him a rather sad smile, one that didn't reach her eyes as it normally did when she looked at him.

"No plans." she lied. "I was just going to put this in the car since I keep forgetting it so much lately." she continued, motioning to her purse that was hanging over her shoulder, which seemed to be the main indicator that she was leaving in the first place. It was surprising how easily the words left her lips, flowing with ease as though she was actually speaking the truth. Whether or not he actually believed her, she at least sounded convincing. She wasn't overly dressed, and had minimal makeup on, so she certainly could have passed as having planned to stay in for the evening. It made her curious whether or not he would buy into what she was saying. Lying was something that he did not approve of, and because of that reason alone, she never did it. In a way, it made her feel bad for lying to him so easily, especially over something so seemingly insignificant. "But I guess I should try and find something to do now, so I don't have to be alone again." she added, deciding it couldn't do anymore damage to play into the fib a little more. It was as though she wanted him to feel guilty.

The obviously fake smile she had offered him disappeared entirely, and she quickly glanced away as though she was attempting to hide the hurt in his eyes. If no one had known better, it would have looked as though she was trying to manipulate him, and in a way, she was. Already, she had lied, but yet the emotions she was experiencing were very much real. She felt hurt, saddened, betrayed. The worst part of it though, was knowing how unnatural her feelings were. Perhaps, they were natural to a point, yet the intensity at which she felt them was not normal. At first, she hadn't realized this, but only recently did she find herself noticing how over the top she was becoming with her jealousy.

Earlier that week, she'd vented her frustrations to one of her friends during a coffee date after their first day back to school. For as long as she could remember, her father had made her breakfast every morning before school, even once she had gotten into high school. The first day of school was always more extravagant than the others. He made all of her favorite breakfast foods, way more than she could ever eat, and took a picture that would be framed next to the one from the previous year. That morning when she came downstairs, not only was there no breakfast, there was no dad. She was nearly in tears when she relayed the story to her friend, who seemed to think Casey was a bit dramatic about the whole thing, though she seemed to understand to a point.

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"I get it Casey. I mean, it sucked when my dad first started dating my stepmom, but I got over it." Seeing the disapproving look on her face in response, the girl continued. "But honestly, you're closer with your dad than I ever was with mine...and your dad hasn't really ever dated, has he?" she asked, and Casey shook her head in response as she sipped on her iced coffee with pouty lips. "Well, yeah, then thats totally hard to get used to. But ya know, he probably gets lonely. Especially if he hasn't dated in such a long time."

"Why would he get lonely if he has me?" Casey finally spoke up, and her friend busted out laughing in response, though it was clear that she didn't seem to understand what she was getting at. It was only when the girl made a sexual gesture that she seemed to grasp what she had meant in the first place, her cheeks flushing at the thought. She truthfully hadn't thought about her father having sexual needs before then, and while that should have made it easier for her to accept his frequent departures, she still felt just as bothered. Realistically, she knew she couldn't fulfill those needs that her father surely had, but yet, she still felt jealous at the thought of him needing another female to satisfy him.
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The idea filled her mind again that evening as she stood awkwardly beside her father, imagining him going off with some random woman. Her lips pursed at the thought, and she attempted to force the image out of her head. "I, um...have fun.." she finally spoke up after a brief moment of silence, offering another half assed smile before snaking out of her father's grasp and hurrying down the hall.
 
He was not a childish man, nor a fool, and it was definitely hard to put one over on the older man that stood before her. After all, he was her Father, and it was something of a second nature to sniff out a lie. Yet this was a lie that was not given away by what she was saying, but by the fact that she was hurting for some reason. More than that she seemed deeply upset, the feelings inside of her turning from something resembling disappointment into something resembling resentment. How could he allow her to resent him? It was a question that had come up often in the last several months as she seemed more and more distant from him. Was it the boys that she was dating? Was it the fact that he was doing so much without her? Or was it the very simple fact that she needed her Father in her life and that he was paying attention to so many things that were not her, that were not what she needed from him. It was confusing, just a tiny bit to the older man, because truthfully he was very unsure what it was that she did need from him.

He often wished he could have given her more.

It was not as if he'd failed in any fashion, not in the slightest, but he was still a man and there were some things that made it hard to bridge the gulf between the two of them. She was his little girl, becoming a woman, and there were things he was sure that she required that he could not and would not be able to understand. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, that he would have sacrificed and given anything for her happiness, but that often seemed to come off so trite in his mind. The kind of thing he would have said to a young child that he was attempting to comfort. It was hardly the kind of thing a father said to a teenager who probably no longer wanted to be reminded that she was his baby girl. Yet he knew deep down he had to do something to protect their relationship, to ensure that she knew he was there for her and had his full support. That kind of thought led to only one inevitable conclusion, the kind of thing which made him much more than someone she called dad...but a man who actually cared about how she felt.

Watching her leave his side to scurry away was something that was heartbreaking for him just as much as anything she could have done. It was an emphasis of the distance, of the problems between them, of the silence that resonated sometimes in the house. He truly did want to leave to go and be with the woman he had been speaking with, but that was not his heart that was speaking to him, that was his lust and lust was not something that would ever pay off in the end. The only worthwhile investment was one which was done from sacrifice, giving of yourself in order to make another person happy. It was something he had drilled into her, just as much as he had drilled into her that lying was wrong. Regardless of his sexual preferences her Father was an incredibly empathic man and it was that empathy which caused him to hurt so deeply, not just in his loneliness but in realizing perhaps it was shared just as much by her. He glanced down at his phone for a moment and then back up, his long stride taking a few steps to come to the edge of the stairs and there he called down to her as she tried to leave his presence.

"Hey, I just...I just got a cancellation," he said, the voice hesitating for just a moment. He hadn't been intending to lie to his daughter, and even if he might be relatively good at it this was a bit more sudden than he'd anticipated. Hell, part of him didn't even know what he was going to say next. "It definitely kind of sucks, but you know what? That means you we can maybe do something together instead, how does that sound?" As he spoke he felt another text come through on his phone, but this time he did not even bother to look down at it. As it chimed, easily loud enough to be heard by his daughter, he moved his thumb to click it to silent and he slid it into his pocket. He meant what he said, he wanted to spend the night with Casey...and nobody else.
 
The second she turned away from him, she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. It was maddening, feeling the way that she did. She had come to the conclusion that the jealousy and need for her father that she was experiencing was not normal, but even the realization wasn't enough to curb her unnatural feelings. She attempted to reason within herself as she began to walk away, a sense of anger forming in her mind. Anger towards her father for needing someone other than her, and anger towards herself for even being mad with him in the first place. It was frustrating, the young girl not fully understanding why she felt the way that she did, or how to even go about making the feelings go away. By then, a single tear had fallen onto her cheek as she began to walk down the steps, though she instantly froze as the sound of her father's voice reached her ears.

He was lying.

Just as she typically never lied to her father, he was never dishonest with her. It made it easy to sense that his words were not true, just as he had likely been able to detect the disinformation she had given him moments before. She had slipped away from his arms and walked away from him just seconds before. Even if he'd had a cancellation, he wouldn't have had enough time to fully read the message before his words called out to stop her. Strangely, that seemed to make it that much better. Seconds before, she had been angry with herself for the strange emotions she was experiencing, but now, he was allowing her to play into them, fueling her fire by giving into her needs.

Her manicured fingers reached up to wipe the tear off of her cheek, blinking her eyes a few times to try and hide the trace of the tears that had threatened to spill over before turning back to face her father. There was still a hint of dejection within her eyes, though the moment she gazed up at him, it seemed to disappear as a satisfied smile came to her lips. In that moment, nothing else was relevant. She had entirely cast aside any thoughts pertaining to the plan's she'd had that night, and instead, focused on her father. Standing a couple of steps below him, she walked back up to the top of the stairs and wrapped her arms around him, her tiny body pressed tightly against his own as she rested her head against his chest. He felt warm, safe. And for a moment, she remained this way, still and silent as the voice in her head insisted on knowing what she planned to do next. Truthfully, she hadn't believed she would get this far. She hadn't imagined that he would cancel his plans for her, that he would set whoever else aside and put her first, and for a moment, the thought left her panicked. She needed to keep his attention on her, and not just simply for that night. She needed to show him that he didn't need anyone else, that she could give him everything he needed. For a moment, she found herself wishing that he had just gone, that he hadn't given in to her, because she knew the lengths she would go through to keep his attention would be reprehensible ones at that.

"Can we stay in and watch a movie?" she asked sweetly, tilting her head up so that she could gaze into her father's eyes with a begging expression. The way her body pressed into him, her face lifted to meet his gaze, he was presented with rather revealing glimpse of her cleavage. Perhaps, he wouldn't even notice, or if he did, he likely wouldn't think much of it. And that was alright, because her mind was already beginning to swell with ideas, the girl having decided that she would take whatever necessary steps to keep her father to herself, from that night forward.
 
The sudden rush of her up the steps and into his arms came as a surprise and it warmed his heart more than anything she could have done in that moment. He had expected happiness to be sure, but this was something far different and he had to wonder how right he had been about how his little girl had been feeling. It tore at his heart strings as she covered up the fact that tears had been falling down her face, and it made him realize that he had most definitely done the right thing by her this night. It was the depth of her joy at having run up to him, the way her eyes sparkled, the sheer level of excitement...but more than that it was her relief that really got to him, the fact that she was more than pleased, but that he had hit on something that was fundamentally important to her. He wrapped his arms tightly around her to reassure her, to make sure that she understood he was always going to be there for her, and to make sure she remembered that nobody else was as important as she was. She didn't have to do a single thing for him for that to be the truth.

Of course he was unsuspecting as to the fact that she intended to prove herself...and that she was willing to go to any length to do so.

And why would he? While the darkness that was his fantasy life was something that few would have accepted, it was not a darkness that had eclipsed the world of his daughter. No, for him he idealized her in a way that might truly be the only naivete that the older man had. She was his beautiful girl and she was something special, someone who would never think in the way that he did, someone who was practically pure. He'd understood she had boyfriends, but he respected her privacy and her judgment, never once did it cross his mind that she had done anything more than fumbling attempts at intimacy. His hand reached up and he caressed her hair as she lay her head against his chest, the strong fingers kind as they gently smoothed through her locks, and his chest rose as he inhaled slowly...the scent of her causing a softening of his features. There was nothing but reassurance in the gestures he gave her and as she spoke he leaned back so he could turn his head down to look at her.

His voice was comforting as he gave a small kiss to her forehead, those lips as gentle as they had ever been. "Of course we can watch a movie, I'll even order some pizza and we can make a night of it, all right?"

For a moment it seemed like old times, when she was younger, and he allowed that nostalgia to touch the gentleness on his face, almost as if he were seeing her for the little girl she had once been. His hand gave her side a small pinch as he raised his eyebrows at her, before wrapping his arm around her tiny waist and he easily picked her up. She wanted to spend time with her Father, well he would be the one that she had loved her entire life, and he carried her with startling ease down the stairs as he taunted her. "What do you think, should we watch a good horror movie or two? You won't get scared, now will you?" And with that the uncertainty that had been between them evaporated for him as he, against any protests to the contrary, summarily dumped her cute self onto the couch as if she weighed nothing at all.
 
Casey couldn't help but smile as her father stared down at her, his affections reaching her in a way that perhaps they shouldn't have. She had always relished his attention, even as she'd gotten older. She appreciated his hugs and kisses more than most girls her age would have, but now as her entire mindset shifted before his eyes, they began to mean something more. She needed to be the only person he displayed affection towards. His touch, the brush of his lips, the intimate gestures that he would never think to use on his daughter had to be reserved for her, and her only. It was twisted, she knew that, and before that night, her mind had never shifted in such a direction. She'd never seen her father as a sexual figure, or as someone who's needs she could fulfill entirely. Every bit of it was wrong, and yet, that didn't stop the scheming that took place within her mind as she happily stared up into her father's eyes.

"That sounds perfect." she spoke with ease, shrieking happily as he pulled her up into his strong embrace. She leaned into him, her face resting in the crook of his neck. The same sense of comfort she had felt just moments before when she hugged him came back to her, though there was something she couldn't quite place mixed in with the emotions she had already been experiencing. The way he held her, the way his warmth felt against her own body sparked something inside of her, something she hadn't felt with him in prior moments such as this. Already, she was beginning to see her father in a new light. Perhaps, it should have alarmed her, how fast her mind and body seemed to accept what she planned to do, and yet, it only seemed to excite her further. She didn't dwell on the potential harm it could cause, or any negative reactions he may have. Instead, she lingered on the idea that she could have her father entirely to herself, that she could make him happy in every way he needed to be.

Another smile came to her lips as he suggested a horror movie, though the pleased expression that covered her face as she spoke to him held a meaning that would go deeper than he realized. "I won't get scared if you hold me." she insisted with a teasing grin, her words sounding innocent enough.

It was hard not to feel as pleased as she did, not simply because his attention was directed to her in that moment, but also due to how easily he was laying this all out for her. The movie would give her an excuse to cuddle up to him, to invade his personal space in a way that wouldn't initially be alarming. Nightmares could follow, allowing for a late night venture to his bed. Her mind was reeling with ideas, attempting to make mental notes of the approaches she could take. She couldn't simply jump him, smother him in the affections that she was willing to give him. No, she had to approach him slowly. She couldn't immediately reveal her intentions, or allow him to instantly guess what she was up to. She needed him to question it, to wonder if it was just him, or was she truly putting herself out for him. She needed him to feel a sense of confusion first, to wonder if this was all new, or if he was simply noticing her in a sexual light for the first time. She wanted him to see her in a way he'd never seen her before, to struggle with inappropriate thoughts of his daughter before she pushed him too far. It was something that needed to be approached carefully, methodically. She needed to get him to the point where he would be unable to say no to her when the time came to make the most important move.

Now distracted from her thoughts, a series of giggles left Casey's lips as her father effortlessly tossed her onto the couch, her wide smile staring back up at him. The action had caused her shirt to lift slightly, her taught stomach in plain view as she made no effort to adjust herself. And for a moment, she simply stared up at him. Without even realizing she was doing so, she gently bit down on her lower lip, her eyes transfixed on her father. Her gaze held him for a few more seconds, until she finally looked away, her lips turning to a tiny side-smile as she flipped over so that she was laying on her stomach, her eyes now focused on the tv as she reached for the remote and began to browse through the pay-per-view movies.

"You take care of pizza, I'll take care of this." she spoke matter-of-factly, turning back and giving him a playful wink before focusing her attention back to the television.
 
He gave a small smile down at her, ignoring the looks that he would have picked up from any woman, though there was some strange undercurrent to the air that he might have noticed...a small moment of hesitation at the sight of her stomach? A small hint of interest in those eyes so similar to her own? Or was that just wishful thinking on the part of the young woman who was laying there on the couch? Whatever the case might be, he easily agreed that she could pick the movie and that he would go ahead and see about ordering pizza. His voice was casual as he looked down at himself and raised an eyebrow, a bit of mild humor in it as he spoke. "Well, if I am staying in then I am a bit overdressed, so you go ahead and get yourself set up and after I order I'm going to go change. There is no way I am eating pizza, and wrinkling my suit by lounging around on the couch with you." With that he reached out to pinch her nose just slightly, before pulling out his phone to place the order.

His fingers moved over the app as he put in the standard delivery for the two of them. If he'd been born a generation earlier he would have been confused by all of this, but at his age he adored technology and the ease which the world worked. He moved up the stairs and away from her to go change, pausing just slightly to look at the text he'd received...a cajoling attempt to convince him to still come out and more, the flesh of a middle aged goddess offering up her ass in full view. He stared at it, feeling his arousal pounding through him, before exiting out and sitting the phone on the nearby table. He stood there, thinking of what his original plans had been, feeling the tightness in his stomach as his jaw clenched together and he practically snarled.

He was so fucking hungry.

That was the problem and it was not the fault of his daughter, not her fault in the slightest. In the last decade something had woken inside of him, some kind of libido that was just not getting enough. It was hard to describe it, hard to let another human being know about it, much less give into it...but god had he found the most amazing time meeting women who indulged in the same things he did. His dark needs. It was silly to think of them like that, but that was what it was, perversions, and as he undressed it was easily seen how inspired he was at the thought of doing them. That thick cock hung, semi-hard and pulsing against his thigh, his body tensing with the need for more. He thought briefly of texting the woman, even sexting her while he remained home, but doing so was just going to make matters worse and he knew that. He paused to look at himself in the mirror for a moment, silently judging, before he dressed and heading back downstairs....taking the time to cool his jets before doing so.

He came into the living room looking much more comfortable in his grey short sleeved shirt and his blue pair of shorts. He'd opted out of putting his shoes back on, his barefeet on the hardwood floor as he came in to ease himself down next to her, his voice gently asking. "So, what did you decide we should watch?"
 
Casey hummed lightly to herself as her father went off to change clothes, her eyes locked on the tv as she read the descriptions for the movies that were available. Everything appeared normal, not a single thing about her physical actions revealing what was going on inside of her mind. Truthfully, she was unsure of whether to be proud or disgusted with herself for how casual she was seemingly able to act, despite the deeply inappropriate thoughts that were looming in the depths of her mind. Settling on a movie within just a minute or two, she decided to follow suit and change into something a little more comfortable. Of course, she had already been dressed down compared to her father, yet she wanted something that would allow her more freedom to curl up as closely to him as possible, rather than the form fitting jeans that clung to her well-toned legs.

Instead of going off to her room to change, she stood from the couch and walked a few steps over to the front entrance of their home. Her gym bag was hanging on the coatrack, clean workout clothes already folded up inside and prepared for her to take to the gym. She withdrew the pink spandex shorts that were in the bag, glancing behind her to make sure her father hadn't appeared back into the living room before slipping out of her jeans and sliding into the shorts. The thought brought a smirk to her lips. There she was, making sure he wouldn't see her change, while perversely inappropriate thoughts involving him ran through her mind. She didn't linger on the thought however, simply making her way back over to the couch where she had laid, resuming the position she'd been in on her stomach. Her pert ass was in full view, the tight fabric of the shorts only proving to accent her womanly shape.

When her father arrived back into the room, she glanced back at him, offering a smile before lifting her legs up so that he would have room to sit. Once he positioned himself, she lowered her legs back down so that they rested on his lap. She began to read the description of the movie to him, her right leg shifting slightly in his lap as she spoke aloud. It seemed to rest a bit higher than it should have, and if he hadn't known better, it would almost seem as though she was deliberately using the limb to stroke him. And yet, she didn't miss a beat as she chattered happily, proceeding to tell him how she had wanted to see the movie in theaters but didn't have the chance to. Her random chitchat offered no insight for the suggestive movement of her leg, as though she was completely unaware of what she was evening doing. What was not obvious, was how alarmingly aware she truly was.

It was only when the doorbell sounded that she sat up from where she was laying, allowing for her father to get up and retrieve it. It seemed to all play out in a timely fashion, the previews just having finished as he reentered the room with their food in hand. She sat next to him as they ate, not touching him as her eyes watched the opening scene unfold. The film had a fairly slow start, not yet having grown too eery by the time they each managed to down a couple of slices of pizza. Once finished, Casey leaned back into the couch, pulling her legs up onto it a minute or so later. It was then that she found herself scooting close enough to her father so she could lean against him, her head resting against his shoulder as the side of her body pressed into him. The suspense in the film was building, her hand reaching up and lightly gripping his arm, as though she was preparing herself for something frightening to take place. Surely, the gesture would seem innocent enough.
 
The Witch.

His eyes did pause for a split second when he entered the room, taking in the view of his beautiful daughter and for the first time his breath was taken away and it hardly had anything to do with love. Perhaps it had been the sensual images that had been coming up on his phone, perhaps it had been the fact that he sat aside his own lusts in order to make her feel better, but the view of her young little ass was something he had not quite expected when he reentered the room. She was truly becoming a woman and the fact of that resonated with him as he saw her in a light that he had never taken the time to do so. She was more than beautiful, she was sexy, and the outlines of her young body beneath the tight clothing made his heart skip a beat for a moment or two. He had to drag his eyes away from that flesh and remind himself rather forcibly that this butt belonged to his daughter...and...whatever other parts he'd notice outlined rather perfectly by that fabric. He made a small noise as he sat down next to her, his voice quiet. "Wanted to get comfortable too?"

That was the movie his daughter had chosen and it was one he'd been considering watching himself. It had high reviews yet he'd heard conflicting stories about the movie, people saying it was like a historical period piece that felt like you were looking into the private lives of others. At first he had been uncertain of it, the soundtrack was quite off kilter and jarring as the show began, but the sincere acting and demanding adherence to authenticity definitely caught his attention. As did the slow movement of her toned leg, the way she adjusted again and again that caused her to brush across his lap. It had him aching just slightly, hardening, but that need was quickly clamped down on by his own willpower. Whatever foolish fantasies and dreams he might have that he played out online and with consenting women were not fodder to be used with his daughter, something that he'd already had to remind himself once before since coming back to the living room. That bothered him more than he could have said, that in the span of a few minutes he'd already had to think twice about viewing her as more than his little girl. It was sickening.

Maybe he honestly should have just gone the fuck out.

They had barely made it through the start of the movie before the bell rung and in a way he almost considered that a blessing with the way his girl had been splayed across him. It had definitely made things incredibly uncomfortable, and in a way it had made him feel terribly guilty for feeling any kind of arousal in the presence of his daughter. He had come up out of his seat almost happily, trying to ignore the way his body had been reacting to her, and he went to retrieve the pizza and pay the delivery driver. God what must he look like to the man when he opened the door, the TV on behind him and a cute teen in spandex shorts resting on the couch? Could the driver see her there, see him and how he had to adjust so that any hint of a tent could not be seen in his shorts? Could he just see the shame in his face, that might be enough, to hint that something had been interrupted even if it was something that he should not be partaking in. Whatever it was...he worked through it and got over it, obviously she hadn't mean to be sitting like that, and he'd make sure that it didn't happen when he returned.

Or so he promised himself. Setting the pizza down on the coffee table and sitting back with her, feeling the way she hugged tight and curled ever closer with each passing moment...it seemed much harder to keep that promise.
 
It continued to amaze her, how easily it all came to her. She had no problem teasing him with her smooth leg, not a single issue with the way her tiny body snuggled up so closely against him. It was wrong, inappropriate, and yet already, it seemed to feel so right. Really, the only hard thing about it was not being able to properly gauge his reaction. Each time she coyly made an attempt to stir something within him, she played it off as if nothing was happening. Yet, she wanted to watch him, to see the look in his eyes, watch for any changes in his expression. That would simply make it too obvious though, and she refrained from focusing her attention on him. Instead, she paid attention to the movie that was unfolding on the screen in front of them, or it at least appeared as though that was what she was doing. While her eyes were glued to the television, the events that were taking place on it seemed to go right past her, her mind concerned with other, far more important things.

Of course, she had to pay some mind to what was happening, but only enough so that she could properly react. When the suspense would build, her grip on him would tighten, and every so often, she would scoot just the slightest bit closer. Her infrequent movements didn't seem greatly significant at first, but as the movie went on, he would begin to notice the way she seemed to inch closer and closer. Her legs, though folded up this time, eventually made their way back onto his lap, her head resting against his shoulder. The position allowed for her to turn her face into the crook of his neck during the parts she didn't wish to see, and each time she did so, he would feel her warm breath against his skin, her lips teasingly close, yet not close enough to brush against him. It made her wonder whether or not it was as maddening to him as it was to her. Surely, he was not yet able to conclude what it was she was up to, yet she hoped that she had at least managed to spark something inside of him. She knew she couldn't act too boldly yet, but more than anything, she wanted to just give in to her desires. She felt desperate enough that perhaps he would be able to sense it.

And just like that, the movie was over.

It seemed to go by in no time at all, which was both relieving and annoying. She was driving herself crazy, and yet, she wanted it to continue. And so, even as the credits began to play on the screen, she remained where she was. Her right hand had previously held onto the neck of his shirt, though her grip loosened now, a single finger running down his chest, as though she was tracing the outline of his body.

"That was kind of freaky." she spoke, her voice soft as she maintained her position. The young girl seemed to show no intention of moving, and though her eyes didn't show it, there was a burning curiosity within her that was eager to see what her father would do next. Would he gently move her aside so he could get up and go to bed? Or perhaps, he would tell her to pick another movie. She had no way of knowing what was going on in his head, and so desperately, she hoped that whatever actions he would choose to take would help to reveal some insight on what he was thinking.
 
What he was thinking?

He felt sick. That was the emotion going on through his mind as he sat there with her, the emotion that played out as he watched the screen and tried to keep his eyes on the movie. The movie had indeed been odd, even freaky, and some of the moments had without a doubt been sudden and frightening. Yet what had stood out as well was the strange undercurrent of sexuality in both the film and in the air between himself and his daughter. It should not have been there, so he could only place it upon the movie itself, which had a young female protagonist. The actress was over the age of eighteen, that he knew, but in the movie they did not quite ever discuss her age...seeming to keep the young woman a mystery teen, and when she bartered with Black Bill, when she unlaced her dress and let it drop, when she walked into the forest nude and wiggling her pale white ass he could not help but feel arousal. He had not expected that going into the movie, not in the slightest, but there it was and he was almost certain his daughter had noticed that.

It suffused his face just slightly in a blush, perhaps of shame or embarrassment to wonder if she had realized that he was a little bit hard against her skin. It had caused him to move about a tiny bit, trying to adjust for comfort as the movie concluded, and he took a deep breath as it finally did. As those naked witches rose into the air and it suddenly ended, he felt a damned good amount of relief. There, that was over, he had kept his word. He knew he should get up and go to bed, perhaps take a shower and relieve some of this tension, that sounded like a very good idea, but the truth was he did not want to let her down. Did she want another movie? Did she want to do something else?

He truly was not sure what to do.

He looked down at her and considered for a moment, trying to feel out how she was feeling. The way her finger moved hinted at something more, but once more his adoration for her sat it aside. He was the one who should feel dirty, he was not about to project that onto his young girl. Yes, he honestly had to get away form her with him feeling like that and he leaned in to kiss her nose as his hand gave an innocent, or was it, pat to her bottom. "Off, sugar, I may not go to bed yet but I think I am going to go hop in the shower and relax for a little bit. If you're still up when I get out, maybe we'll watch something else, all right?" It was the best compromise he could come up with, and maybe if he wrapped his hand around his cock and jerked off then he'd stop feeling like the screwed up man he was and start being the Father she deserved. It was worth a damned try at this point.
 
Casey's head tilted up as he kissed her nose, a tiny smile on her lips as his hand gently tapped her ass that seemed to deliberately stick out. She was anxious, still somewhat uncertain of what was going through his mind, though it almost seemed as though his normal composure had been broken. It was as though he was uncertain of what to do or say, and while she didn't exactly know what it meant, she was going to take it as a good sign. Perhaps it would mean that she was starting to get to him, just as she had hoped. If all had worked the way she'd wanted it to, he'd be questioning himself in that very moment, wondering what was different and why.

"Okay daddy." she responded simply, offering no protests as he instructed her to get up, though she certainly wouldn't have complained about dwelling a bit longer. Instead, she obeyed, but not before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Her lips would linger for just a second longer than they should have, and instead of directly pulling back, they carefully brushed against his skin as she pulled away, just barely passing by his lips. It would be the first indication to him that maybe, just maybe, she was fully aware of what she was doing. And yet, he would likely still question it. She hoped his thoughts would dwell on it, that her actions would create conflicting ideas within his head. She needed it to consume him, as it was already consuming her.

As if nothing had happened, she drew back, flashing him another smile before standing and walking off towards her room. Still, she acted casual, as if nothing was happening. As if she had not just ran her lips across her father's skin, drawing back before she could allow herself to do more. She admired herself for the composure she had maintained through it all, though she knew her actions should have shamed her. And in a way, they did, but it seemed as though the ideas that all of this was so entirely wrong began to slip further and further into the dark, depths of her mind with each second that passed. Once in her room, she didn't seem to know what to do with herself. Her eyes kept glancing towards the clock, noting how much time had passed. Perhaps, she should have just gone to sleep, waited until the next day to attempt to take things any further. Waiting simply seemed too impossible, and even as she lay in bed, her mind ran wild with thoughts of what to do, how to do it, what approach to take and when.

She sighed, knowing that sleep would not find her easily as her thoughts wandered back to her father. Nearly two hours had passed. Was he asleep? Was he thinking of her? Had he questioned the sexual tension that seemed to linger between them that evening? Had he known that she had been doing it all on purpose? She couldn't lay around and wonder any longer, and with a sense of both anxiousness and determination, she stood and began to tiptoe out of her room. She was quiet as she moved down the hall, only alerting him of her presence when she reached his door and offered a soft knock. Even then, she didn't wait for an answer before opening the door, peering into his room as her body lingered in the doorway.

"Daddy?" she spoke softly as she stuck her head inside, looking to see if he was already in his bed or not. By then, she had changed into her pajamas, a thin grey nightgown that seemed innocent enough. The garment fell several inches passed her bottom, the fastened buttons covering her breasts. Yet even though the nightdress covered a good portion of her body, the material was thin, practically see-through in the right lighting. It would only offer the thinnest of barriers between them if she were able to crawl into his bed, as she so hoped to do.
 
He'd needed to get away from her, especially after the way her lips lingered on his cheek. It was not that he suspected that things were amiss with her, but he truly placed the blame upon himself in that moment. He had truly cherished the moments with her on the couch, the way they had spent time together, but he quickly understood that he was connecting most of it to the physical. It had not been bonding in any fashion, it had been...something else and what he appreciated was how the fabric of those shorts had tightened over her rear, of how the way her leg smoothed back and forth over his lap, and how she had snuggled so incredibly tight against him. The smell of her lingered as he went up the stairs to finally get a bit of something to alleviate how he was feeling. He hardly suspected that his lovely daughter was feeling it just as much as he was.

Going upstairs and having that break from her had been something that was desperately needed...but more than that it did not do for him what he had hoped it would. He'd stepped into his shower to take that break, to have that moment of separation and relaxation, and underneath the water his hand had curled round his thick prick to stroke himself off. The hot water had poured down over his head as one hand braced against the wall, his legs slightly open as he hunched, his fist pumping up and down in brutally cruel strokes. It seemed Daddy did not treat himself kindly when he masturbated, instead pounding up and down that fat cock like he was mounting some poor little woman. His ass flexed as he gritted his teeth, groaning just softly, containing the noise he was making for fear of being overheard...cum spilling out in a torrent across the porcelain of the shower he stood in.

Yet at the end it was his daughter he came thinking of.

And if he admitted it to himself it was not the first time he had cum thinking of her, not the first time he'd imagined her...oh he changed little details, he watched porn that kind of looked like her...but obviously wasn't, yet most of the women he tried to date online was similar in some fashion to her. Not to mention the Daddy/daughter fantasies he often played out with the ladies he'd connected too. He always tried to tell himself that it was natural, that it was something that anyone could get off on since they were consenting adults, but as he lay down in bed he understood quite simply that the real truth was they had just been placeholders for her. It churned inside of him and he rolled over to try to get comfortable, taking a deep slow sigh as he already wanted more. His hand had hardly provided the satisfaction he required, but...but sometimes that was the way of it.

It was hard to fall asleep. Not with her on his mind, but when she came into the room he looked over at her and caught site of how thing that fabric was in the light of the hall behind her. How he could see the outline of her standing in it, framed so perfectly for his eyes, and he inhaled slowly. This had to be a dream, but deep down he knew it was not. He wondered, wondered just briefly what was happening between the two of them that led to this and once more he felt that sickening twist as he tried to decide if he should've just gone out that evening. God he should have. His tongue came to touch his dry lips as he whispered softly.

"Having trouble sleeping, angel?"
 
She should have waited. She should have waited until the next day, or hell, even just waited a few hours. The voice in her head told her that she was going to blow it, act too soon and ruin it all. And yet, she couldn't force herself to wait. It had only been a mere two hours since she'd perched happily in his lap, and already, she needed to feel his touch again. It reassured her, now more than ever. Her lips formed into a small smile as she laid eyes on him, relieved at the way he again laid it all out so perfectly for her. She didn't even have to throw out the excuse of a nightmare, or not being able to fall asleep in the first place. He already guessed it. She wondered, even as he assumed why she was there, if he found it strange. She couldn't recall the last time she had crept into his room late at night with the hopes of him letting her into his bed, never having had intentions quite like these.

Without missing a beat or waiting a second too long, she stepped in further, pulling the door shut behind her. She had not yet spoken, but she made it clear that she was there to stay. The voice in her head continued to caution her, telling her not to do something stupid. She needed to simply crawl into his bed, cuddle up with him as she had done on the couch, and inconspicuously attempt to provoke him. And yet, she didn't want to wait. She wanted to move over top of him, touch him, press her lips to his and show her that she was all he needed. But how would he react to that?

"Every time I close my eyes, I see that stupid goat." she answered as she strode over to his bed, climbing up without invitation. For a moment, she simply sat above the covers next to where he laid, her eyes gazing down at him. "Can I lay with you for awhile?" she asked, though the girl didn't wait for an answer as she pulled his covers to the side, shifting and slipping beneath them and curling up next to her father. Despite warning herself to move slowly, she offered no hesitations as she hurriedly cuddled up against him, almost as though she was afraid he would tell her no if she gave him the chance to consider it. Her actions had caused her nerves to build up slightly, unsure of how he would react to her. Her hopeful eyes lifted to take in his expression as her head rested against his arm, and again, she found herself wondering just what was going through his head.

Was he pleased with her? Displeased? Was he even reacting to her at all? Did he notice anything different, or had he somehow managed to overlook her efforts? It was maddening, not knowing. Not knowing whether he was as consumed by her as she was by him. Desperately, she just wanted him to need her.
 
There was no doubt in his mind that things were starting to go the wrong direction with his little girl, especially when she moved and joined him in the bed. He hardly doubted that the goat bothered her, especially at this age when so many other things were no longer a problem. No, this was all being done so that she could come and be with him. He almost wanted to send her out, to tell her that she could not do this, but when he felt her slide into the bed next to him that thought quickly fled his conscious mind and he merely held her as she pressed close. The heat between them was unbearable, absolutely torturous, and has he moved his arms around her to give her whatever false comfort he could he realized something that had been nagging in the back of his mind. As she had moved across the room, the hint of light from the hallway emphasizing every line of her body, he was sure of it...his little girl had come into his bed not wearing panties. God help him, she was nude beneath that nightgown.

Was he pleased or displeased? None of that mattered to the man, what mattered was that she was taking steps to be close to him and he was worried he would hurt her, push her away, make her realize that something was wrong. That was something he did not wish to do in the slightest, that was something he did not want to cause, even further distance. But his hands were already trying to figure out what to do with themselves as she lay there, desperate to not touch her inappropriately, worried that at any moment he was going to cup one breast or grip her young ass through the nightie she wore. He felt her moving against him, tempting him, and he wanted to scream at her about what the hell she thought she was doing, but he knew...she had feelings for him, it was in every hint she had given that entire evening, and he caught his lips as he felt a slow growl happening in the back of his throat. It turned his face a bit cruel in that moment as the lip was released and his jaw tightened, his features becoming pensive.

And what made it worse was that he was getting hard.

Suddenly he decided to turn, moving his body so that he faced away from her as she lay there. Even if it hurt her feelings he was not about to poke his daughter in the stomach with that growing prick. Hell, he was lucky he'd decided to put boxers on when he lay in bed, because sometimes he decided to sleep in the nude. He frowned, almost angry at himself for the way he was having to act, and he casually explained it off as discomfort, his voice showing feigned exhaustion. "Sorry, hon, I'd snuggle but I have to turn this way to get to sleep, but you can just come close and hug me if you need to do so, no big deal." A yawn soon followed as he closed his eyes, hoping this torture would come to some kind of conclusion soon.
 
Even as he wrapped his arms around her, she could sense that something was wrong. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes displaying a hint of innocence that wasn't truthfully present as she watched his face change. Was he...angry? If he was, he didn't outright say it, which perhaps, was a good thing. Perhaps, it simply meant he was frustrated. Maybe she was getting to him, as she had hoped to do. And just like that, he turned away. She could sense the mistruth he spoke when he rolled over, recalling the many times he had held her while she slept in the years before. His actions didn't upset her though. No, they were quite pleasing.

She was sure of it now. He knew that something was going on, even if he didn't know exactly what. She was getting to him, sparking things within him that he wouldn't want to feel in regards to his daughter. Perhaps, she should have stopped then. She was again reminded how wrong it all was, and she knew that had to be what was stopping him. It simply wasn't right, yet not a single part of her wanted to stop. She had gotten in too deep, and now, there was no going back. And so, she went along with it, offering no reaction as he turned over and away from her.

"That's okay, daddy." she spoke after a moment, simply curling up with the pillow she laid against, only her arm touching him as the two seemingly settled into bed. A minute or two passed before she shifted, as though she was attempting to get comfortable. She still played if off as though her actions were completely innocent, though they both knew at that point that they were anything but. Scooting closer, the front of her body pressed into his back, her nightdress offering only a thin barrier between her breasts and his skin. One of her legs carefully moved in between his, the girl shamelessly moving in as close as she possibly could given the position he was laying in.

By then, she wanted to push him to his breaking point. She hadn't intended to reach this point so soon, having imagined this would all play out over the span of at least a few days. But at this point, there was no point in dragging it out. He seemed to know what she was doing, and she seemed to know that her actions were getting to him. She just needed to push him a little bit further.
 
HIs lip curled as he tried to ignore what was happening, but there was indeed something sparking inside of him and it was hardly the kind of emotion his little girl would have appreciated. It was that terrible hunger needing to be fed, that twisted desire that wanted to not just have sex with a woman...but fucking obliterate them, teach them their proper place beneath a man. He yearned so badly to do that to her, to make her understand that her place in life was to fucking be a good little hole, and he felt his stomach twist up almost to the point of making him violently ill as he realized that it was his little girl he was thinking of. He hated himself, hated himself completely, but that did not stop the thickening stretching of that mammoth prick beneath his boxers. There could be no hiding it now if she touched him, if he turned, and he shuddered as she pressed closer against him. God he could feel her, those sweet perfect tits pressing against his back, his eyes closing as he took a slow shuddering breath inwards before releasing it once more.

She damn well knew what she was doing.

That was the problem and it could not be ignored any longer. He was not some child to curl up to hide away from his own daughter and so he slowly rolled to where he was laying on his back, turning just slightly beneath the covers so he could brace his arm against his pillow and he rested his head in it as he looked down at her. He just studied her, barely any distance between them before his voice rather quietly and thoughtfully asked. "Why are you doing this?" He did not need to know what she was doing, he already knew, she was trying to become intimate with him...hell, let's be honest she was sending every single for him to take her, but he could not fathom actually still believing it, and so the question remained just slightly as he spoke it for her again. His hand reached up as he spoke, touching her face to trace over her cheek, a soft and gentle touch that showed maybe he wasn't that bad a man after all, right? Maybe he truly did care?

"Why are you doing this?"

Yet instead of pushing her out of the bed like he should of, instead of making her go away and back to her room, he touched her face and asked his question of her. No, that proved that he was a bad man, that proved that he was absolutely horrible, because as he asked he felt his cock twitch and a little bit of precum dot the inside of his boxers. He felt that tightness in his throat and he already knew...he was not going to ask her to leave the room.
 
Her heart seemed to beat faster within her chest as she felt him shifting, her body easing up to allow him to move, though she remained close to him even as he changed positions. The side of her body was still facing him as he rolled to his back, her needy eyes lifting to meet his gaze. She bit down on her lower lip as he gazed down at her, her expression curious as she awaited his reaction. She could see the confliction within his own face, and it took a surprising amount of effort to keep herself from smiling in response.

She had gotten him where she wanted him, and his words only seemed to help confirm it. He didn't yell at her, or tell her to stop what she was doing. He simply asked why she was doing it. He didn't push her away, scold her, tell her how utterly inappropriate she was being. No, he reached out to her, his touch loving as it had always been, and only asked why. The answer was simple, perhaps even simpler than he would have imagined. Of course, there was some depth to it, though she had no reason to delve into it. She didn't want him to be with anyone else, or to even need anyone else in the first place. Her jealousy seemed to be the driving force of it all, yet as he asked her that simple question for a second time, only then did she seem to truly grasp the answer.

She just wanted him to be happy.

Of course, he could be happy with someone else. She knew that. And yet, she didn't want him to be. It went further than that though. She knew the joys she had brought to him, just as he did for her. Who could possibly make him happier than she could? Yes, it was wrong, but it was as though she knew that it would never feel as right with any other woman than it would with her.

The realization brought a smile to her lips, and before she answered him aloud, she lifted her own hand and placed it over the one that rested upon her cheek. For a moment, her thumb simply brushed against his fingers, her leg slowly snaking back up over top of his own. The action caused her nightdress to ride up, though she paid no mind to that as she gently gripped his hand. "I just want to make you happy, Daddy." she answered softly, a bit of a sultry tone within her voice. She brought his hand to her lips, kissing the tips of his fingers before allowing the tip of his middle finger to slip past her lips. Her eyes stayed on his, unwavering as she gently sucked on the single digit.
 
He watched her take his hand as if he was in a surreal dream, seeing her beautiful lips kiss the fingertip before sliding it within her mouth and he gave a small noise at the feel of her tongue eagerly teasing him. A small gasp as she met his eyes and sucked his finger like it was the tip of his cock inside of her lovely little mouth. His own eyes blazed with lust, adrenaline pounding through him like fuel on the fire that was consuming everything reasonable inside of his mind. What made it worse, deep down, was this was better than anything he could have had when he went out this evening. This was real, this was twisted, this was sickening...and that is what got him off, that is what he truly needed. His teeth clamped together as that jaw tightened, the look of a predator in his features as he leaned closed and kissed the side of her face. The small feel of his beard, the brush of his skin, and he whispered slowly into her ear.

"You don't know what the hell you're saying."

The words came out like a snarl, his lips curling just slightly as he felt that need to just dominate, to just have whatever he could out of a woman. She could not in any way understand that, he knew that, even if she was offering herself in such a lewd fashion to him. The things he had done with other women. Wrapping his hand around their throat and choking them to near unconsciousness as he fucked their tight holes, taking them and making them deep throat his huge prick until they gagged and spit all over his nuts, and how he had slapped and abused them...degrading them in so many ways. The list was endless, fucking endless, and he knew deep down he would always find more that he could do with a woman. No, she did not understand what kind of man he was and even if she was offering herself up and his heart pounded so loud she could hear it...maybe telling her that was not the right answer.

Maybe he should fucking show her.

"You want me happy? Do you think this is what will do it? Huh?" His hand came up to grip her by her hair, jerking her head just slightly as he tugged her near, rolling their bodies slightly so that he was on top of her, the feel of that muscled weight bearing down upon her...and more than that, the feel of that hard cock pressing against her little belly. As he moved her his free hand gripped one of her wrists, jerking it above her head and holding it against the pillow and he smiled. That smile was like nothing her Father had ever given her before. It was a smile of victory, the smile of a conqueror, of a man who knew he could own that little body if he wanted to have it. He could utterly decimate her and his eyes widened with sheer need as he wondered at how this made him feel....if he was trying to scare her, if he did frighten her enough to make her stop, could he at this point?
 
Casey's eyes watched carefully, eagerly awaiting his response as her tongue teasingly circled around his finger. Her actions would show him that this was something she had done before, though that was truthfully the least of her concerns. What mattered in that moment, was successfully getting him to give in to her. She was so close, she could feel it. She moaned softly against his finger as he leaned in towards her, the brush of his lips sending a pleasant shiver down her body. His words were not what she expected, and yet, they didn't seem to phase her. As far as he was concerned, she truly believed that she knew what she was saying. She thought it would be easy, that she could do with him as she had done with the boys her age. Why would he not be just as easy to please?

"Then show me." she whispered as she pulled back just far enough to allow his finger to slip out of her mouth, though a tiny string of saliva attached it to her lips. There was a lust in her eyes that he would have never seen within them before, a look that a daughter should never give to her father. She knew that he was attempting to hold back, though she didn't truthfully know why. She thought that she did. She thought he was simply caught up in how wrong it all was, and that even though he wanted it, he simply didn't want to give in. The naive girl had no idea that it went so far beyond that.

Her tiny body jumped slightly as he spoke to her again, his words louder this time. For a moment, she almost looked nervous, her eyes widening as he gripped her hair and moved over top of her. Her lips were parted, as though in shock, and yet, there was still no trace of fear. Instead, there she went, biting that lower lip again as she stared up at him, that same needy gaze meeting his own eyes. Silently, she nodded in response to his growled words, her eyes shifting from him, down to his body as she felt herself shift against him. She could feel his bulge against her, her hips lifting slightly as though she was trying to stimulate herself against it.

Only when he gripped her wrist and pulled it up above where her head rested did her eyes lift back up to his, her body going still beneath him. And yet, as he stared down at her, she was still either too stupid or too naive to understand the look in his eyes. It was something that went far beyond love or lust, but she couldn't yet see that. And so, instead of drawing back or reevaluating her decisions, she challenged him again.

"Show me."
 
Show her.

His lips curled down in an almost derisive look, dismissive for a moment of such a childish statement. Show her? She wanted to throw down that challenge and somehow demand that she could even remotely understand his needs. His own eyes were pools of terrible want, far gone and away from the father he was, terribly showing the man he truly could be on the inside...and that was no man, it was more akin to an animal with the way he stared at her. A piece of fucking meat ready to be used by him. It was like a feast was being laid out for him to sup upon, something that he could gorge himself in destroying and he continued to smile down at her as he showed just the tiniest bits of gentleness, leaning in to kiss her lips just slightly so that she understood he was still always going to care...at least that was a sign of human emotion, just for a moment, before it was gone and he leaned back...leaned back and decided it was time.

She wanted him to show her, then he damned well would, and his free hand reached down between them to jerk that thick cock out. She hadn't even seen it yet but it felt monstrous against her young skin, his hips moving as he jerked her thighs open. Everything about this was not the sensual, sexy, dominance that so many women happened to think was what they truly wanted. Fifty Shades of Grey had fucked up entire generations and what her father was doing was nothing like it. No, he intended to fuck her at that very moment, his eyes staring down into hers as he found that tight young entrance. Was she wet yet? Was she ready? Could he smell the sex of her on the air? None of that mattered in the slightest though, ready or not he was going to fuck her, and if it was rape of his own little angel then that was what it would be called. Consequences no longer mattered as he pressed that bareback cock against her tiny hole, his body aching as he pushed and pushed viciously hard.

Then he fucking split her in two.

Once he had access there was no stopping him, and nothing holding him back, those hips powering down into her as he forced her wide. The sheer impressiveness of that prick was finally felt, nine inches and with a girth that he could barely wrap his hand around, but that was hardly what made this fucking so cruel no matter how tiny she was. Size mattered, no matter what anyone said, but it was not size that was the hallmark of that moment. It was the savagery, for once he had his hold upon her he obliterated every bit of resistance. His hands gripped her little legs, shoving them up and onto his shoulders, going deep with every stroke. There was no need to be quiet, no need to hold back, so he did not...instead he just slammed into her again and again, vicious rocking motions that caused the bed to ram hard against the side of the wall. The room shook from the blows of his pounding into her, as if wanting to make her pay for some crime she had never committed against him.
 
It was only after the words left her lips that Casey seemed to find herself weary of the look in her father's eyes. Moments before, she saw it as lust, a sexual gaze that he had simply never used with her in any previous instances. And yet, as she stared up at him, something just wasn't right. Was she having second thoughts? No, that wasn't it, yet she couldn't place what it was. Perhaps, he would see the confusion that had reached her eyes, though as he leaned in and gently pressed his own lips to hers, her newfound worry slipped away. The mindset she'd carried just moments before came back to her, her arousal apparent as she watched her father's hand ease down.

Her eyes had a look of pure need within them as she stared up at him, drawing in a gasp as she felt the warmth of his cock press against her bare skin. She wasn't sure what to expect in that very moment, not having anticipated things to move as quickly as they were. She had assumed there would be hesitation on his end, that there would be things he would want to do, yet find himself unable to fully go through with them. She had envisioned an exploratory evening, the two attempting to become comfortable with one another before anything too drastic would occur. He would see the way her eyes widened as he instead cut right to the chase, the girl gasping once more as her father's hand roughly spread her legs open. She would jump slightly against him as the head of his cock pressed against her wet entrance, though despite the way her body was seemingly prepared for him, she was not ready for this. It was in that moment that she found herself thinking that perhaps, she had gotten herself in over her head. Gazing up at him nervously, she saw the same, unfamiliar look within his eyes before his hips drew back and he thrusted himself inside of her. And then, she screamed.

The unsuspecting girl was given no time to react, her mind in a fog as her body tried to accept what was being given to her. It would take him a few thrusts before he would fully fit his length inside of her, her tight walls stretching to accommodate his size. The sounds that left her lips were sounds she'd never made before, not the usual, quiet moans and sighs that would leave her lips during her soft, sexual experiences. No, this was far different, and as her father's cock pounded into her, she seemed to forget that this was what she had wanted in the first place. Her mind, despite having encouraged this all evening, was now screaming at her to make it stop, and yet, all she could manage to do was lay there and take it.

Only when he lifted her legs onto his shoulders did she make her first attempt at protesting, a pained cry leaving her lips as the leverage allowed for him to thrust deeper inside of her. "Daddy...stop.." she whimpered, her hands weakly pushing against him as though she had not brought this upon herself. And deep down, she knew that she had brought this upon herself, yet this was not what she had expected. Not even close. "Daddy." she whimpered once more, though her hands gripped him now instead of attempting to push him away. He wouldn't stop, no matter what she did. She could see that much, and as her cries filled the room, her mind ran wild in an attempt to process it all, trying to understand where she went wrong. Could she have avoided this? Was this all an entirely huge mistake on her part? How would this end?

Her thoughts were interrupted as he thrusted inside of her for what must have been the hundredth time, though something about the sensation it provided was much different. Something about it felt...good. A pained moan, rather than a cry, left her lips this time, accompanied by a deepening blush on her cheeks as the sensation repeated as he thrusted inside of her again. And again. And again. "Daddy.." she breathed out, her breathing labored as she helplessly stared up at him. She was in pain, and yet, she felt pleasure. She was scared, and somehow, she was excited. It didn't make sense to her, feeling as though she no longer had control over her body as she tried to understand the feelings it was producing. "Daddy, please.." she begged to him again, though this time, she truthfully had no idea whether she was begging him to stop, or begging him to continue.
 
Was she begging him to stop at this point or was she wanting more of what he was doing? Did it really even fucking matter at this stage in the act? He had obviously gone further than she had anticipated, ramping up past in attempt to prepare and get her ready for what was occurring. No, she had brought this on herself, that was true, and as her hands slapped at his large chest he no longer gave a fuck. He would go to jail for this, wouldn't he? He would fucking pay for this if she ever told anyone, it's not as if this was anything but rape in the eyes of the law. Yet with her underneath him at this moment, with her tightening and aching around him, with her little cries echoing up into the air he found himself willing to go the distance even if he was forced to pay the price. It was sickening, but he needed her. His hands came up to grab hers off of him, tearing them away from his shirt to press them down over her head, his large fingers digging into her perfect skin and his eyes never left hers as she pleaded to him for...something...was it mercy she wanted?

Was it more?

He was brutally hard, the shaft stretching her and opening that little cunt to her core. He knew it was physically impossible to breach the cervix, to shove up into her womb, but he imagined doing so. He imagined that he was up in that hot little belly and he wanted to destroy that cunt so that no other man would ever equal what he was capable of. His eyes glittered with the thought of it, with the conquest of that pussy, and she could see the terrible visage which had given her so much pause in what was happening. The idea that this might be more than she had bargained for and she was in far over her lovely head. He was not going to stop at this moment and he practically purred at the way she was acting, at the way she wriggling underneath him in pain. What could he say, he got off on hurting a woman with his cock, he was rather proud of the fact that he was capable of doing so. It was hardly the length, which was impressive, it was the thickness and that thickness was maintained from the base of his cock all the way up to the tapered tip. It made women fucking hurt and he used it like a weapon on them.

His voice was harsh as he practically snarled. "Please? Please what, huh? Please fuck me, Daddy? Is that what you wanted to say? Please cum inside of me, Daddy? Is that it, huh...fucking say it, come on, fucking say!"

There was no need for them to be quiet, it was just the two of them in that house, and he yelled the words with that harsh voice, each one of them punctuated by a hard shallow thrust of that thick cock. It was an attempt to make her suffer and keeping it shallow forced friction down hard on her aching swollen pussy and that hard clit. He was by far an expert at doing so and he caught his lip with his teeth as he leaned back, stretching his head up, practically preening as his languid eyes looked down at her and he grinned...keeping that prick buried within her so that he could get his answer. "Well, Daddy needs to know what to do, baby girl...Daddy needs to know what his angel needs, he doesn't want to make her unhappy now does he?" The words were taunting and twisted, an attempt to turn this into something teasingly degrading for them both. No dad should fuck their daughter....and no daughter should want that cock as much as she did.
 
A defeated whimper left the girl's lips as her father's hands pinned her down with ease, never breaking his perfectly timed thrusts in the process. For a moment, she just laid there. She didn't struggle, even as his hands pinned her down in case she attempted to. She simply laid beneath him, wide eyes staring up at him, as though she was searching for any sign of the Daddy she knew within them. She kept her jaw clenched now, her lips closed as she attempted to keep in the sounds that threatened to escape her, yet even then, the noises and whimpers she produced were still audible to him. The sounds threatened to resemble moans as he thrusted into her, pressing against her sensitive little clit each time he moved. Did the pleasure outweigh the pain? No, but it was just enough...just enough to produce moans, just enough to keep her little pussy wet, just enough to give her that red-faced look that seemed to suggest that at least some part of her was enjoying this.

It only seemed to get worse as he yelled down at her. Worse, better. Maybe both. The harder he pushed into her, the more pain she felt, and with more pain, came more pleasure. It didn't make sense, the conflicted girl biting down on her lip to try and contain the struggled moans that she was producing. "No.." she whimpered in response to him, her words followed by a pained moan as her wide eyes stared up at him. Tears began to well in them, from a combination of the pain, and the confliction she experienced as she laid beneath him. She didn't want to want this. Well, she had, before she knew what this was going to be. She had wanted him to give her pleasure, to make her cum, yet now she felt her sense of shame grow stronger each time a shiver of pleasure pulsed through her. It didn't outdo, or even come close to canceling out the pain, and yet it was just enough. Just enough to provide her with the familiar sensation of an orgasm building inside of her.

Only then did she try to fight him again.

His words filled her ears once more, and as he taunted her with his words, she squirmed in his grasp. Her hands pulled against his, her body shifting beneath him. "I..I want you...to st-" she attempted to say, though her struggled words came to a halt as she shifted against him, her actions on proving to make things worse for her. As she struggled, she inadvertently shifted her hips to meet his thrust, the action causing him to rub into her clit harder than he had the other times. Her words were cut short by the moan that left her lips in response, an undeniable moan that could not be disguised as the others had been. She didn't understand it, how this could feel good. Despite her initial needs coming into this, she didn't want it to feel good. She didn't want to obtain pleasure from his barbaric movements against her, and yet, as her body stilled once more, that pleasure was undeniable.

She couldn't fight anymore. She couldn't pretend. She couldn't hold back the moans that accompanied her pained cries. And for the first time that night, a look of true, not feigned, innocence reached her eyes. In her mind, she no longer wanted this, yet her body betrayed her as she felt that same, overwhelming sensation building inside of her. Turning her head to the side, a few loose tears falling down her pretty face, she waited. She waited either for her own orgasm, or her father's. A part of her wished his would come first, he would be finished with her before he could truly believe that she was enjoying this, though he likely knew already. And yet, some sick, twisted part of her couldn't deny that she wanted to feel it. She wanted to feel the pleasure, laced with pain, given to her by her father's fat cock.
 
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