A Father's Weekend
Copyright© 2026 by Kinjite
Chapter 2: The Arrangements
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Arrangements - Emma thinks a weekend in the mountains is just another awkward obligation with her divorced dad. She doesn't know it's a desperate bid for closeness—or that her father's charismatic mentor has brought his own teenage daughter to serve as a living example. In the isolating silence of the remote cabin, a brutal philosophy of intimacy will be taught, and Emma will become the final, necessary step in her father's education.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter Cream Pie First Oral Sex Pregnancy AI Generated
Part 1: Sunday Evening - The Phone Call
Paul waited until Sunday evening to call Sarah.
It was strategic timing—Emma was in his bedroom, packing up her things. In an hour he’d drive her back to Sarah’s house. Their weekend together would end the way it always did: with mutual relief, both of them counting down to separation.
Now he sat in his apartment, phone in hand, rehearsing the conversation for the third time.
I’m extending my parenting time. It’s within my rights. She already said yes.
He dialed before he could second-guess himself.
“Hello?” Sarah’s voice was crisp. Professional. The voice she used for work calls and difficult conversations.
“Hey. It’s me.”
“I know. What’s up?”
Paul paced his small living room. “I wanted to talk to you about next weekend. My weekend with Emma.”
A pause. “What about it?”
“I’m extending it. Picking her up Friday morning instead of Friday night, bringing her back Monday afternoon instead of Sunday.”
The silence stretched long enough that Paul thought the call had dropped.
“Sarah?”
“Why?” Her voice was carefully controlled. Too controlled.
“A friend of mine has a cabin. Up in the Cascades. He invited us for a long weekend. Fresh air, nature, quality time. I thought it would be good for her. For us.”
“A friend.” Sarah’s tone was flat. “What friend?”
“Chuck Bass. I’ve mentioned him before. From the Single Dads forum.”
“The internet forum.” Sarah’s voice got quieter. That was worse than yelling. “You met a stranger online.”
“It’s a support group, Sarah. Guys going through what I’m going through. He’s been really helpful with advice about reconnecting with Emma—”
“And now you want to take our daughter into the wilderness with him.”
Paul’s jaw tightened. “It’s not the wilderness. It’s a cabin. On a lake. And I’ve met him. Multiple times. He’s normal. A good dad. He has a daughter Emma’s age.”
“Emma’s never mentioned any other girl.”
“Her name’s Lexi. They’ve met. Twice now. They went mini golfing, and to a movie. Tonight we all went bowling.” The words came out defensive. “Emma just ... she doesn’t talk about things. You know that.”
“I know she doesn’t talk to you.” The words were sharp. “And you think taking her to a remote cabin with strangers is going to fix that?”
“They’re not strangers—”
“Paul. You’ve known this man for what, two months?”
“Six weeks,” Paul admitted. “But we’ve talked a lot. He understands what it’s like, being a divorced dad. Trying to maintain a relationship when your daughter’s pulling away. He’s been through it with Lexi.”
“And how did that work out?”
The question had an edge Paul didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”
“How’s his relationship with his daughter? Did his methods work?”
Paul thought about Lexi—quiet, composed, obedient in a way that seemed almost unnatural. “They’re close. Really close. She goes on these trips with him all the time.”
“Close,” Sarah repeated. “Or controlled?”
“Jesus, Sarah—”
“I’m serious, Paul. What do you actually know about this man? About his daughter? About why a grown man is so invested in helping other dads ‘reconnect’ with their teenage daughters?”
Paul’s hand tightened on the phone. “He’s being helpful. That’s all. And this cabin trip—it’s not some weird thing. It’s just a chance for Emma and me to spend time together without all the distractions. No phones, no schedules, just ... talking.”
“No phones.” Sarah’s voice had gone very quiet. “You mean no way for Emma to contact anyone if she needs help.”
“She won’t need help. She’ll be with me.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
The words hit like a slap. Paul stopped pacing. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re desperate, Paul. And desperate people make bad decisions.” Sarah’s voice shook slightly. “You’re so focused on getting Emma back that you’re not thinking clearly about what you’re actually doing.”
“I’m thinking perfectly clearly. I’m taking my daughter on a camping trip. That’s it. That’s all this is.”
“With a man you met online six weeks ago. In a location with no cell service. For four days.”
“I’ll have the address. He has a landline. If there’s an emergency—”
“If there’s an emergency, Emma won’t be able to call me herself. She’ll have to rely on you. On this Chuck person. On—” Sarah’s voice cracked. “Paul, I have a really bad feeling about this.”
“You have a bad feeling about everything I do with Emma.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Isn’t it?” Paul’s frustration spilled over. “Every suggestion I make, you shoot down. Every plan I have, you find a problem with. I can’t do anything right in your eyes—”
“That’s not true—”
“Then let me do this.” Paul forced his voice to steady. “Let me take my daughter on a trip. Let me try to rebuild what we’ve lost. That’s all I’m asking.”
The silence stretched long.
“Does Emma want to go?” Sarah finally asked.
“Yes.”
“You asked her? Explicitly?”
“Of course I asked her.”
“And she said yes? Used that word? Or did she say ‘okay’ or ‘fine’ or ‘whatever’ while staring at her phone?”
Paul’s chest tightened. “She agreed to go.”
“That’s not the same thing as wanting to go, Paul.”
“She understands this is important. To both of us. She’s willing to try.”
“Willing to try,” Sarah echoed. “Because you guilted her into it.”
“I didn’t guilt her—”
“Yes, you did. I know you did. You gave her that look—that sad, wounded look—and you told her how much you’re hurting, how distant she’s become, how you just want your little girl back. And she said yes because she’s fourteen and she still wants to make you happy even though you’re putting her in an impossible position.”
Paul’s throat was tight. “I’m not putting her in any position. I’m trying to spend time with my daughter.”
“In a remote location. With strangers. Without any way for her to contact me if she feels unsafe.”
“She won’t feel unsafe. She’ll be with her father.”
“Will she?” Sarah’s voice dropped. “Or will she be with a man she barely knows anymore? A man who’s so desperate to get her back that he’s following advice from internet strangers about isolation tactics?”
“They’re not isolation tactics—”
“What would you call it, then?” Sarah’s voice rose. “Taking her somewhere with no phone, no contact with friends, no way to leave unless you agree to take her? That’s textbook isolation, Paul.”
“It’s a camping trip!”
“It’s control!” Sarah was almost shouting now. “And the fact that you can’t see that—the fact that you think this is normal—that’s what scares me.”
Paul sank onto his couch, suddenly exhausted. “Sarah. Please. I’m not trying to control Emma. I’m trying to connect with her. That’s all. Just connect.”
The silence on the other end was heavy.
“Let me talk to her,” Sarah finally said.
“What?”
“Emma. Let me talk to her. Right now. If she tells me she wants to go—if she sounds sure, not scared or pressured—I won’t fight it.”
Paul’s stomach dropped. “She’s here. With me. It’s still my weekend.”
“Then put her on.”
“Sarah—”
“Put her on the phone, Paul.”
He stood and walked to his bedroom door. Knocked. “Em? Your mom wants to talk to you.”
The door opened. Emma stood there, confusion on her face. “Why?”
“Just...” He held out his phone. “Here.”
Emma took it, her eyes wary. “Hello?”
Paul stepped back, but he couldn’t stop himself from hovering nearby, trying to hear.
Emma came out of the bedroom five minutes later and handed his phone back. Her face was unreadable.
“What did she say?” Paul asked.
“She wants me to call when we get there. From the landline.” Emma’s voice was flat. “Can I finish packing?”
“Did she ... is she okay with this?”
Emma shrugged. “I told her I agreed to go. That’s what you wanted, right?”
She went back into the bedroom and closed the door.
Paul looked at his phone. A text from Sarah was already waiting:
Sarah: If anything happens to her. If she comes back different. If she’s hurt in any way. I will destroy you.
Sarah: I’m not being dramatic. I’m being a mother. Remember that.
Paul stared at the messages for a long time before deleting them without responding.
Part 2: Sunday Evening - The Phone Call (Emma’s Perspective)
Emma stood in Paul’s bedroom, his phone pressed to her ear, trying to figure out how to answer her mother’s questions without making everything worse.
Through the closed door, she could hear her dad pacing in the living room.
“So,” Sarah said carefully through the phone. “Dad wants to take you camping next weekend.”
“I know.”
“For four days. Friday to Monday.”
“Yeah.”
“With that man from the internet. Chuck.” Sarah’s voice was tight.
Emma shrugged. “And his daughter. Lexi.”
“The girl you never mention.”
“She’s okay. Quiet.”
“Do you like her?”
Emma considered lying. But her mom had always been good at reading her. “Not really. She’s kind of ... unsettling.”
“Unsettling how?”
“Just ... I don’t know. Like she’s always watching. Always listening. But never really there, you know?” Emma picked at her bedspread. “And her dad is worse.”
Sarah’s posture sharpened. “Worse how?”
“He just...” Emma struggled to put it into words. “He stares. A lot. At me and Lexi. Even when we’re just sitting there doing nothing. It’s creepy.”
“Did you tell your father that?”
“Yeah. He said I was reading into things.”
Sarah was quiet for a moment. “Emma. Honey. I need you to be really honest with me right now. Do you want to go on this trip?”
Emma’s hands twisted in her lap. “Dad really wants me to.”
“That’s not what I asked. Do you want to go?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s okay. You don’t have to know.” Sarah’s voice softened. “But if you don’t want to go—if you’re only doing this because Dad asked—you can say no. I’ll handle it.”
Emma could hear the fear in her mother’s voice, barely hidden. “What would you tell him?”
“That you’re not comfortable. That we’re not doing this.”
“He’ll be really upset.”
“I don’t care.”
“He’ll think I told you to say no.”
“Also don’t care.” Sarah’s voice was firm through the phone. “Baby, your comfort and safety matter more than your father’s feelings. Always.”
Emma pulled her hand away. “It’s not like he’s going to hurt me, Mom. He’s my dad.”
“I know he is. And I know he loves you.” Sarah’s voice was careful. “But he’s also desperate right now. And desperate people don’t always make good choices.”
“It’s just a camping trip.”
“Is it?” Sarah paused, as if trying to read Emma’s tone. “Because it sounds like isolation to me. No phones, no contact with friends, no way to leave unless he agrees to take you.”
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