Chapter 5: Forbidden Screenings

Scene 5.1: Curtains Up

Lila sat on her bed, her heart racing as she stared at her closet. The movie marathon night was about to start, and she needed to choose the right outfit—something comfortable but practical, something that would let her feel confident and in charge.

She pulled out a soft, oversized sweater and a pair of loose-fitting shorts, holding them up to the light. This’ll work, she thought, her stomach twisting with a mix of nervousness and determination. The sweater was cozy and non-threatening, and the shorts would make it easy to access if she decided to fool around with Ethan under the blanket.

She changed quickly, her hands trembling as she smoothed the sweater over her hips. I can do this, she told herself, trying to calm her nerves. Tonight’s about Ethan. Tonight’s about moving forward.

Her phone buzzed on the bed, and she picked it up to see a message from Mia.

Mia: Hey, you free to talk? Need some advice.

Lila hesitated, then replied.

Lila: Yeah, what’s up?

A few moments later, Mia responded.

Mia: I’m pregnant, Lila. I don’t know what to do.

Lila’s stomach dropped, and she stared at the screen, her mind racing. She took a deep breath, then typed.

Lila: Have you told Marcus yet? He deserves to know. If he’s responsible, he’ll do the right thing.

Mia: Not yet. I’m scared, Lila. What if he freaks out?

Lila bit her lip, then replied.

Lila: You’ll figure it out. You’re stronger than you think.

Mia’s reply was quick.

Mia: Thanks, Lila. I needed to hear that.

Lila set her phone down, her heart pounding. What if it were me? she thought, her stomach twisting. What would I do?

But before she could dwell on it, her dad called from downstairs, “Lila! Ethan’s here!”

She took a deep breath, her stomach churning as she stood up. This is it, she thought, her heart racing. Time to make this night mine.

Scene 5.2: Arrival and Seating

Lila walked downstairs to find Ethan in the living room, chatting with her parents. He looked up and smiled as she entered, his cheeks flushing slightly.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft but warm.

“Hey,” Lila replied, stepping forward to give him a quick hug in front of her parents. She felt the warmth of his body against hers, the scent of his shampoo—something fresh and citrusy—filling her senses.

Ethan glanced at the TV. “So, what’s the theme for tonight’s marathon?”

Her mom chimed in, “It’s foreign films. Lila’s dad picked the selection.”

Ethan’s eyes lit up. “Oh, nice! I’m mostly into anime, but I’ve heard foreign dramas can be really good. What’s on the list?”

Her dad handed him the remote, the titles displayed on the screen: Oldboy (Korean), Festen (Dutch), La Passion Béatrice (French).

Ethan nodded, looking intrigued. “These sound interesting. I’m in!”

Her dad leaned back in his armchair, his tone casual but thoughtful. “They’re all classics. You’ll see—they’re not your typical Hollywood fare.”

Lila and Ethan sat down on the sofa, while her parents took their armchairs closer to the TV. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows that danced across the walls, creating a sense of privacy. Lila grabbed a soft blanket and draped it over their laps, her heart racing as she leaned closer to Ethan.

The first film, Oldboy, began, but Lila wasn’t interested in the movie. She wanted to play around with Ethan, to feel his hands on her body and erase the memories of her dad’s touch.

She leaned in, her fingers brushing against his thigh under the blanket. “Relax,” she whispered, her voice soft but firm. “It’s just a movie.”

Ethan glanced at her, his cheeks flushing, and she felt a tingle of satisfaction. This is my night, she thought, her heart racing. I’m in charge here.

Her hand moved higher, slipping inside his jeans to wrap around his cock. He was hard and eager, and she felt a thrill of power as she began to stroke him slowly.

Ethan’s breath hitched, and he glanced at her, his eyes wide with surprise. Lila smiled, her fingers tightening around him as she guided his hand under the blanket, directing his toward the hem of her shorts.

He hesitated for a moment, then his fingers brushed against her crotch, his touch tentative but eager. Lila bit her lip, her body responding as he stroked her pussy through her thin panties, his slender fingers running up and down her slit.

Her other hand moved to his chest, her fingers slipping under his shirt to tease his nipples, her touch light but insistent. Ethan’s breath quickened, his fingers moving faster as he explored her, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Lila leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Don’t stop.”

As her arousal grew, she reached under the blanket and pulled her panties to the side, giving Ethan direct access to her wet pussy. His fingers stroked her lips, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her.

But then, the famous hallway fight scene seemed to catch Ethan’s attention, and his fingers paused, distracted.

She felt a flicker of annoyance as his attention drifted to the screen, her body craving more. She tightened her grip on his cock, stroking him faster, but his focus stayed on the movie.

As the hallway hammer fight sequence concluded, Ethan leaned forward, his eyes narrowing at the screen. “Wait, is this dubbed? Does it have a separate audio track for the original Korean language?”

Her dad glanced over, his expression calm and neutral. “It’s dubbed. Why?”

Ethan shook his head, his tone passionate. “I hate dubbed movies. The original voices are part of the art, you know?”

Her parents exchanged a glance, then her dad shrugged. “Sure. I’ll switch it.”

He grabbed the remote and switched to subs with the original audio track, and Ethan immediately leaned forward, paying more attention to the film now that he had to read the subtitles.

Lila started to get annoyed, seeing him lose focus on her. She reached under the blanket, her fingers brushing against his thigh again, but he barely noticed.

At some point, Ethan muttered to himself, “The font size is too small. I can barely read this.”

Her dad, observant and casual, offered, “Why don’t we swap seats, Ethan? You’ll be able to see better up close.”

Lila’s stomach dropped, and she shot a pleading glance at Ethan, hoping he’d decline. But Ethan’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he enthusiastically rushed forward, abandoning her to the sofa without a second thought.

Her father slowly walked over, his bulk making the sofa sag noticeably as he took a seat right next to her, his presence large and unavoidable. The sudden dip in the cushions pitched Lila closer to him, her heart pounding as she felt the heat of his body beside her.

He wrapped one arm around her, pulling her closer in a casual, almost fatherly gesture. “Now I get to sit next to my beautiful daughter,” he said, his voice loud and cheerful, prompting a soft chuckle from her mom.

Lila glanced up at him, her stomach twisting as she noticed the gentle smile on his face. His fingers stroked her arm, the touch light but deliberate.

Scene 5.3: The Hallway of No Return

The movie continued, the haunting soundtrack and dim lighting creating a tense, oppressive atmosphere. Her dad kept his arm draped around her, his fingers casually stroking her arm in a way that felt almost fatherly—but not quite.

He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re so beautiful, Lila. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Lila’s stomach twisted, and a shiver ran down her spine. She glanced at him, her heart pounding as she noticed the gentle smile on his face. His touch was light, but there was something deliberate about it, something that made her skin crawl.

She tried to shift away, but the sofa sagged under his weight, pitching her closer. His fingers trailed down her arm, brushing against her thigh as he adjusted his position.

“You’re so tense,” he said, his voice soft and soothing. “Just breathe, Lila. It’s only us here.”

Her mind raced, a jumble of fear, disgust, and something else she didn’t want to acknowledge. She hated this, hated how his touch made her feel, but she couldn’t pull away, not without drawing attention.

Her mom was sitting just a few feet away, her eyes glued to the screen, and Ethan was leaning forward, engrossed in the subtitles. If she made a scene, if she pushed him away, what would they think?

This can’t be happening, she thought, her heart pounding. Not again.

But as his fingers brushed against her thigh, she felt a tingling warmth spread through her body, a response she couldn’t control. She hated herself for it, hated how her body betrayed her, but she couldn’t stop it.

His fingers moved higher, brushing against the hem of her shorts, and she felt a shiver of arousal despite herself. She tried to pull away, but his arm tightened around her, pulling her closer.

“Relax,” he murmured, his fingers slipping under the hem of her shorts, his touch light but insistent as he explored her thigh.

Lila’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed against her exposed crotch. Her panties were still pulled to the side from her earlier play with Ethan, and she felt a rush of shame as his fingers found her wetness.

He can smell me, she thought, her cheeks burning. He knows.

His fingers traced her pussy lips, his touch light but deliberate, and she felt a shiver of arousal despite herself. She hated how her body responded, hated how her pussy clenched as his fingers explored her, but she couldn’t stop it.

Her dad’s touch grew bolder, his fingers slipping inside her, exploring her wetness.

“You’re so soft,” he whispered, his voice low and intimate. “So perfect.”

Lila’s breath hitched, and she felt a shiver of arousal despite herself. She tried to pull away, but his arm tightened around her, pulling her closer.

“Relax,” he murmured, his fingers moving higher, brushing against her clit. “It’s just us, Lila. No one’s watching.”

She glanced at her mom and Ethan, her heart pounding as she realized they were too absorbed in the movie to notice.

His fingers moved faster, his touch light but insistent, and she felt a tingling warmth spread through her as she struggled to maintain control.

No, she thought, her mind racing. I don’t want this. I don’t.

But as his fingers moved higher, she felt her resistance weakening, her body betraying her as she struggled to hold on.

Then, his hand shifted, grabbing hers and guiding it under the blanket. She tried to pull away, her fingers stiffening as she resisted, but his grip was firm, his voice low and commanding.

“Relax,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “Just feel it.”

Her heart pounded as he guided her hand to his cock, and she felt the heat of it against her palm. Her breath caught, and she tried to pull away again, but his hand tightened around hers, forcing her to wrap her fingers around it.

Oh god, she thought, her mind reeling. It’s so thick.

Her fingers couldn’t even wrap around it, and she felt a shiver of awe and fear as he guided her hand up its length. The spongy, wet head felt massive, the flared edges even wider than she’d imagined.

The scent of her juices and his precum filled the air, a musky, intimate fragrance that made her stomach churn and her body respond despite herself.

His hand left hers, but her fingers remained, gripping his cock as she tentatively explored it on her own. She moved downward, her fingers brushing against his heavy, hairy balls, and the thought of all the sperm inside them made her stomach twist.

His hands moved to her chest, groping her tits through the thin fabric of her sweater. She felt a shiver of arousal despite herself, her body betraying her as she struggled to maintain control.

Then, he shifted slightly, pulling down his sweatpants and underwear, freeing his thick cock. She felt a rush of panic as he tugged her shorts down, leaving her panties pulled to the side, her pussy exposed and vulnerable.

No, she thought, her mind racing. This can’t be happening.

She tried to push him away, her hands gripping his cock tightly as she whispered, “Dad, please ... stop.”

But his hands gripped her hips, his voice low and steady. “Shh, Lila. Just relax.”

She struggled quietly, her hips twisting as she tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. Her eyes pleaded with his, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Please ... don’t.”

But as his hands moved to her pussy, she felt her resistance crumbling, her body betraying her as he took control.

The blanket was still draped over their laps, providing a thin veil of privacy as Lila sat sideways on his lap, her legs bent and parted slightly to accommodate him. Her back was pressed against the armrest of the sofa, her face turned toward him as he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear.

Her hands remained on his cock, her fingers gripping it tightly as she struggled to process the size and weight of him. The thickness of it was overwhelming, and she felt a shiver of fear as she realized just how big he was.

He smirked, his eyes locking with hers as he whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Lila. Just relax.”

Lila’s mind raced, her body frozen in shock as she felt the thick head of his cock press against her pussy. The sheer size of him caught her by surprise, and she felt a sharp pang of discomfort as he pushed forward, the girth of him stretching her in a way that felt almost unbearable.

“Dad...?” she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled her closer, his hands gripping her hips as he guided the head of his cock deeper into her. She felt a sharp pain as he pushed forward, the thickness of him forcing its way into her tight pussy.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, don’t—ahh!”

Her plea was cut off by a gasp of pain as he thrust forward, the thick, girthy shaft forcing its way deeper into her. The sensation was overwhelming—painful, but mixed with a strange, unwelcome heat as her body began to adjust to his size.

“That’s it,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “Take it.”

Lila’s body trembled as he began to move, his thick cock sliding deeper into her with each thrust. The pain was intense, but so was the heat, and she could feel her body betraying her as it began to respond to his movements.

She glanced over at Ethan, her heart breaking as she saw him leaning forward, completely absorbed in the movie. He doesn’t know ... he doesn’t even realize...

Her dad’s hands tightened on her hips as he picked up the pace, his thick cock slamming into her with a force that left her gasping. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her to her limits, and the sensation was both excruciating and intoxicating.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice rough with arousal. “So perfect for me.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as he continued to thrust into her, his cock pounding against her cervix with a force that left her trembling. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body betraying her as it responded to his movements, and the shame of it made her want to scream.

Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, a wave of pleasure surged through her, crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came, the orgasm ripping through her with a force she couldn’t control.

Her dad leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “I’ve got weeks of backed-up jizz, Lila,” he said, his smirk evident even in the dim light. “And it’s all waiting to unload inside you. You’re gonna take it all, every last drop.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she gritted her teeth, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to stay still, to resist the sensations he was forcing on her.

But then it hit her—she was ovulating today. The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, and she whispered frantically, her voice trembling.

“Dad, no! You have to pull out ... I’m fertile right now ... you can’t—”

But her words seemed to have the opposite effect, his cock swelling even more inside her, the thickness of it making her gasp.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You’re gonna take it, Lila. All of it.”

He didn’t stop. Instead, he began to rotate his cock deep inside her, the thick, girthy shaft massaging her cervix with every twist of his hips. She felt a jolt of pleasure as he hit her g-spot, the sensation overwhelming as she gasped, her body betraying her despite her best efforts.

“No...” she moaned silently, her voice trembling as she lost control, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her, crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clenched around his cock, the sensation overwhelming as she came, her body trembling with the force of it.

Her dad pulled her in tight, his cock swelling inside her as he growled, “Take it all, Lila. Every last drop.”

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that he muffled against her neck, his breath hot and heavy as he pushed himself to the hilt, his cock lodged deep against her cervix.

“God, Lila,” he whispered, his voice raspy with pleasure. “Your cunt’s milking me dry. Taking it all like you were built for this.”

She felt his cock pulse, a thick, rhythmic throb that sent waves of heat through her body. The warm rush of his cum flooded her pussy, filling her in a way that left her feeling both defiled and utterly consumed. The thickness of him created a tight seal, his cum trapped inside her, the pressure building as he continued to throb relentlessly.

Each pulse was like a flash of fire, his cum flooding her with a warm, liquid pressure that made her gasp, her back arching as her cunt muscles clenched involuntarily around him. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as her body betrayed her, the pleasure overwhelming despite her shame.

The squelching sounds of their bodies moving together were muted by the blanket, a wet, rhythmic noise that made her cheeks burn with embarrassment and arousal. She hated how her body responded, how her pussy clenched and unclenched around his thick cock, how she pushed herself deeper onto him, her hips rolling in time with his thrusts.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, his voice barely a murmur. “You’re taking it so well, Lila. All of it.”

She felt his cock swell one last time, a final, powerful throb that sent another rush of cum deep into her womb. The heat of it was almost unbearable, but her body betrayed her, her orgasm intensifying as his cum filled her.

“No ... no...” she moaned, her voice trembling but soft, her body convulsing as she came again, the sensation overwhelming.

When it was finally over, her dad stayed lodged inside her, his cock still thick and throbbing as he let out a low, contented sigh, his breath warm against her neck. The sheer girth of him created a tight seal, his cum trapped inside her, the pressure building as he continued to throb relentlessly. Every small movement he made sent a jolt through her body, the sensation both overwhelming and foreign.

As Oldboy’s end credits started scrolling on the screen, her dad stayed lodged inside her, his cock still throbbing as he murmured possessive comments in her ear, his breath hot and heavy against her neck.

“You’re so perfect, Lila,” he whispered, his voice low and rough with arousal. “Taking me so well, just like you were made for it.”

She felt his cum leaking out of her, the warm, sticky sensation making her stomach churn. She hated how her body responded, the lingering heat in her core a betrayal she couldn’t ignore.

Her shorts were still pulled off, halfway down her thighs, and her panties were pulled tight, feeling like a thong as her bare butt cheeks pressed against his bare crotch. She could feel his pubic hairs meshed against her own, the coarse texture sending a shiver through her body. His hairy legs rubbed against her butt cheeks and exposed thighs, the sensation both intimate and humiliating.

She was leaning slightly back against his chest, her body pressed against him as his cock remained deep inside her, his length and girth ensuring she couldn’t escape even in this position. Her hands gripped his, which were clutching her hips firmly, as she tried to lift herself off him, but his strength was too much.

Her mom’s voice broke the silence, pulling her back to reality.

“So, what did everyone think?” she asked, her tone light and conversational.

Lila, still impaled on her dad’s cock, stammered and tried to produce a coherent response, but her mind was racing, her body trembling with the sensation of him still inside her.

Her dad saved her, his tone calm and collected as he joined the conversation.

“It was intense,” he said, his voice steady. “The way they built the tension was masterful.”

Ethan chimed in, his voice eager as he leaned forward, completely absorbed in the discussion.

“Yeah, the cinematography was insane,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “And the way they handled the theme of incest—it was so raw and unflinching. I mean, the main character was tricked into sleeping with his own daughter without even realizing it. It’s messed up, but it’s such a powerful commentary on how secrets can destroy lives.”

Lila’s heart caught in her throat, and she felt her pussy clench around her dad’s cock as she looked frantically at Ethan, thinking he’d found out.

But no—it was just a plot point in the movie. Her dad leaned closer to her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, his voice low and taunting.

“You see, Lila?” he said, his tone dark with amusement. “Even the movies know how natural it is. A father and his daughter ... it’s just how things are meant to be.”

Her mind raced as she pieced together his diabolical scheme. The foreign film marathon, the intimate seating arrangement, the incestuous plot—it was all part of his plan. She hated how masterfully he’d orchestrated it, every detail calculated to maximize his control over her.

Her dad’s hands moved from her hips, exploring their connection as he lightly stroked her stretched pussy, his fingers grazing her clit with a deliberate slowness that made her gasp.

“You’re so wet, Lila,” he whispered, his voice low and rough with arousal. “Your body knows what it wants, even if you don’t.”

She hated how her body responded, the pleasure overwhelming despite her shame. His cock twitched inside her, a reminder of his dominance, and she felt a shiver of arousal despite herself.

As Ethan started the next movie, Festen, her dad whispered to her, his voice low and taunting.

“Get ready for round two, Lila,” he said, his tone dark with promise.

Her stomach twisted, but she couldn’t pull away, her body still trapped by his influence.

Scene 5.4: Secrets at the Celebration

The room was dimly lit, the flickering glow of the TV casting long shadows across the couch. The opening credits of Festen played softly in the background, the haunting piano score creating an eerie contrast to the tension simmering beneath the blanket. Lila sat stiffly on her dad’s lap, facing the screen, her legs tucked awkwardly to the side. His thick cock remained buried inside her, the sensation both overwhelming and inescapable.

His arm was draped casually over her shoulders, his fingers idly tracing circles on her bare skin where her shirt had ridden up. His breath was warm against her ear, his voice a low, taunting murmur that sent a shiver down her spine.

“You’re not going anywhere, Lila,” he said, his tone playful but laced with menace.

She froze, her cheeks burning as she glanced nervously at her mom and Ethan, who were engrossed in the movie. Her dad’s hand slid down her back, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts. She stiffened, her breath catching as he tugged them down, the fabric sliding off her hips and pooling around her ankles under the blanket. Her panties followed, the cool air brushing against her bare skin making her shiver.

The movement was quick but deliberate, and the momentum caused his cock to slip out of her with an audible plop, followed by a soft, wet gush as his cum leaked out. Lila’s eyes widened in panic, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but her dad was faster.

“Careful,” he whispered, his voice dark with amusement. “Catch it, or you’ll make a mess.”

Her cheeks burned hotter, her hands trembling as she tried to stem the flow, but he didn’t give her a chance. His hands gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly into the air. She gasped as he spun her around, her back now to the TV, and lowered her onto his lap facing him. Her legs straddled his thighs, her knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side of him.

Her dad guided her down, his thick cock sliding back into her with a firm, deliberate thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch and fullness making her bite her lip to stifle a moan.

“There,” he murmured, his voice low and satisfied. “All plugged up. No mess now.”

Lila’s hands gripped his shoulders, her knuckles white as she tried to steady herself. She could feel his cum inside her, warm and sticky, a reminder of what they’d just done. Her body trembled, a mix of fear and something else she couldn’t quite name—something that made her stomach twist in a way she hated.

Her dad’s hands moved to her thighs, his touch firm but gentle as he spread her legs wider, settling her more securely on his lap. She could feel every inch of him inside her, the sensation filling her completely, both overwhelming and strangely grounding. She twisted her head around, her neck straining as she glanced over her shoulder at her mom and Ethan, their faces illuminated by the flickering glow of the TV. The thought of them turning around, of seeing her like this, made her stomach churn.

“Relax, Lila,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding. “No one’s watching. Just focus on me.”

She nodded shakily, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to calm herself. The room felt too small, the air too thick, the weight of his presence pressing down on her in a way that made it hard to think. His grip tightened on her hips, and he began to guide her movements, his cock shifting inside her with each subtle tilt of her body. She gasped, the sensation sending a jolt through her that made her toes curl.

Her movements were slow and tentative, her hips rocking in a rhythm that felt both foreign and inevitable. Her dad’s hands stayed on her hips, guiding her gently but firmly. She could feel him inside her, stretching her in a way that was both overwhelming and strangely grounding. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the TV and the occasional creak of the couch as she moved.

Her dad leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear, his voice a low, intimate murmur. “You’re so tight, Lila,” he said, his tone both taunting and possessive. “But I’ll make you fit me perfectly.”

Her heart skipped a beat, her hands gripping his shoulders tighter as she tried to steady herself. She hated the way his words made her feel—the way they sent a jolt of something warm and electric through her that she couldn’t ignore.

“Dad...” she whispered, her voice trembling, her cheeks burning with shame. “I’m your daughter ... this is so wrong...”

He chuckled softly, the sound dark and amused, his hands sliding down to her thighs. “That makes it even hotter,” he murmured, his voice low and loaded with intent. “Knowing it’s you ... my own flesh and blood. You’re so tight, so warm—like you were made just for me.”

Lila’s breath hitched, her body betraying her as she felt a flicker of arousal despite herself. She hated it—hated the way her body responded to him, the way his words sent shivers through her that she couldn’t control.

His hands moved to her hips, his grip tightening as he shifted her slightly, the movement sending a jolt of sensation through her that made her gasp.

“It feels so good, Lila...” he whispered, his voice low and intimate, his breath hot against her neck. “Letting it all out inside you. Not having to hold back.”

Her heart raced, her hands gripping his shoulders tighter as she tried to steady herself. The thought of being pregnant—of her body changing, growing with his child—made her stomach churn.

“Dad ... you need to pull out ... please...” she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes filling with tears. “I can’t get pregnant.”

He chuckled softly, the sound dark and amused, his cock twitching inside her as he gripped her hips tighter. “Too late for that, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ve already pumped enough into you to knock you up twice over.”