You Can't Shoot Them
Chapter 1: Shot

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual, Romantic, Incest, Father, Daughter, First, Safe Sex,

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1: Shot - Pete has almost a complete meltdown when his wife of fourteen years just up and leaves.

Cindy and I were sweating in the garage over the old 55 Chevy we were trying to restore. It was sort of a labor of love for me since the first car I ever owned was the same ... although when I got the first one it was 17 years old already and was pretty much a piece of junk. This one, however, was going to be in "like new" condition when I finished it. At least I hoped it would be.

Around three in the afternoon I decided we had done enough for one Saturday and went in the house to clean my hands. Cindy was in the shower and I was in front of the kitchen sink soaping up when I heard my wife and some of the ladies cackling in the back yard. That was fine with me as at least she left us alone for around six hours while we were working on the car, instead coming up with ten other things she wanted me before I started on my project. That was her normal way of planning my Saturdays.

I wasn't eaves dropping ... honest I wasn't. But it's hard not to hear when you're standing maybe ten feet away and they are talking loud enough that you can hear them through the wall. So it was that I heard my wife drop the bomb. "Men," she said disgustedly. "You can't live with them and you can't shoot them."

I kind of smiled at that remark as it was good zinger. Her next remark, however, ruffled my feathers. "I guess that was a bit unfair but he's really getting on my nerves. I mean he's always working in that monstrosity in the garage and Cindy has him wrapped around her little finger. Plus, he's turning her into a grease monkey."

Cindy was my fourteen year old daughter. She was my best buddy and friend. She could use a wrench with the best of them and without her help my restoration project wouldn't be as far as long as it is. She says she wants to be a mechanical engineer like I am but who knows what will happen? She has four more years to decide exactly what she wants to do with her life.

As I was drying my hands Cindy walked through in her, very modest, one piece bathing suit. That was because her mother was home. When we went swimming when we were alone, she wore the smallest bikini that you've ever seen. When she did that she was teasing me and she knew it. But it was all in fun and harmless – at least to me. She smiled as she walked through the kitchen, "want to join me?"

"Why not," I said and went up to change into my normal trunks. When she showed up in that bikini I went and bought some speedos. Two can tease you know.

Anyway, we played around in the pool splashing and dunking each other until my wife, Karen, called us in for dinner. Karen wasn't the world's greatest cook but she did make a great pot roast. The meal, however, didn't go as most of them did. Karen, who liked to talk a lot, was strangely quiet throughout it.

She remained that way as we watched some mindless fluff on the TV although she did laugh a bit at the really funny stuff. Around nine, Cindy excused herself and went to bed for the night. After she had long enough to go to sleep, Karen said, "Pete, we really need to talk." (Oh-oh I thought, this can't be good.) Aloud I said, "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

She got a thoughtful look on her face as if she was trying to poise the question. She sighed, "Pete, are you happy with me?" "What kind of a question is that," I responded. "Of course I'm happy and I love you as much as I did the first day we met."

"I want to believe you but I need to know." She bit her lower lip. "Don't take this wrong but ... but are you sleeping with Cindy?" She just sort of blurted it out.

I exploded. "Are you crazy? She's my daughter for God's sake."

She broke into tears. "That's just it. I've been living a lie and I just can't do it anymore."

I slumped in my chair. What the hell was happening here? I finally found my voice. "What are you talking about?"

"Cindy's not yours." I felt as if I had been stuck in the stomach for a knife. "When I found out I was pregnant Sam wanted me to get rid of it but I just couldn't do it and when I told him that he dropped me like a hot potato. You came along and I decided I could live with you even if I didn't love you." Somebody had just twisted the knife. "I saw him the other day and he wants me back. He even offered to take Cindy but I told him I couldn't do that to you because two are too close. It's funny but he seemed relieved. Anyway, I'll be leaving tonight to be with him. You can have the house and all we've got and I won't contest the divorce." Somebody had found a gun and shot it right into my heart. "I'm sorry Pete. I never wanted to hurt you."

I just sat there stunned. My whole world had just collapsed. I watched as she slowly got to her feet and walked up the stairs. Tears were running down my face. She came back the stairs carrying a suitcase. She opened the outside door and turned back. "I'm really sorry Pete. I really am." She walked outside and shut the door.

I just sat there not knowing what had really happened. I had thought we had a pretty good marriage. How could I have been so wrong? Finally, I got up and walked to the bar. I picked a bottle of whiskey. I didn't even bother with a glass. I just tipped it up and started drinking. I walked back, sat down and tipped up the bottle again. I thought about Cindy. She was going to need me. That was the only thing that kept me from getting completely drunk. As it was, I still drank myself into a stupor.

I woke abruptly as somebody was shaking me. I open my eyes and immediately shut them again as the light hit my alcohol swamped brain. The top of my head felt like it was going to blow off. Eventually as she continued shaking me I heard the concerned voice of my daughter. "Daddy, Daddy, Please wake up."

I put my hands on the floor (how did I get on the floor?) and pushed myself up. The move made my head throb even worse but I shook it off as best I could and climbed into the chair. "Cindy, honey," I croaked. "Could you get me some black, very strong coffee?"

"Oh Daddy, you are alive. I was so scared when I couldn't wake you up." This was, after all, my daughter who I loved more than anything in the world. "If you could just get the coffee, I'll try to explain."

"Okay Daddy," she said. She jumped up and almost ran to the kitchen. She returned in a few minutes carefully carrying the mug of the hot liquid. I took it and brought it to my lips. "Where's mommy," she said when I set the coffee on the table in front of me.

Oh God, what should I tell her. I couldn't really remember myself what had happened. I tried to pull myself together, "Mommy left last night," I said. "I don't know when or if she will be back. We'll just have to wait and see what happens."

She started to cry and threw herself into my arms. I held her close and ran my hands through her hair. Eventually, her sobs fell into a soft whimper and she looked up at me with teary eyes. "What happened Daddy?" "I'm not sure, Kitten," I told her. "She just said that she didn't love me anymore and was going to her new boyfriend. I don't know who he is."

She looked pensive. "I'll bet it was that Sam guy." "What do you know about him," I asked. "I didn't feel well at school one day and they sent me home early. When I got here he was just leaving. Mom said he was an old friend from high school and he just stopped by to talk about old times." She paused briefly and continued, "But she was still in her nightgown."

So that was it. I'd been cuckolded in my own bed. Suddenly, I realized that she'd played me a fool and I had fallen right into her trap. All the love I'd had for my wife of 14 years suddenly left and was replaced with a bitter hatred.

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