A Father's Weekend
Copyright© 2026 by Kinjite
Chapter 4: First Lesson
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4: First Lesson - 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: Friday Evening - Dinner
Dinner was canned chili and stale bread, eaten in near-silence at the rough wooden table. Chuck sat at the head, Paul to his right, Emma and Lexi across from them. The single overhead bulb—powered by the generator outside—cast harsh shadows across everyone’s faces.
Emma pushed food around her bowl without eating much. Her stomach was in knots.
Across the table, Lexi ate mechanically—spoon to bowl, bowl to mouth, repeat—like she was performing a task rather than eating.
“Not hungry, Emma?” Chuck’s voice was casual, but something underneath made Emma’s skin prickle.
“Not really.”
“Long day,” Paul said quickly. “We’re all tired.”
“Of course.” Chuck’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Totally understandable. Why don’t we call it an early night? Get some rest. Tomorrow we can explore, swim, really enjoy the place.”
Paul nodded, relief obvious in his face. “That sounds good.”
They cleared the table in silence. Chuck and Paul washed dishes at the hand-pump sink while Emma and Lexi sat on their respective futons, neither speaking.
When the dishes were done, Chuck announced: “I’m going to shut down the generator for the night. Save fuel. We’ll have enough light from the fire.”
He disappeared outside. Emma heard the generator’s rumble die, and suddenly the cabin was much dimmer. The overhead bulb went dark, leaving only the flickering orange glow from the fireplace.
Chuck returned with an armload of firewood. He built up the fire methodically, adding logs until the flames cast dancing shadows across the walls. Everything looked larger, more menacing in the unstable light.
“There we go,” Chuck said, brushing bark from his hands. “Much better. This is what it’s all about—fire, family, simplicity.” He stretched and yawned. “I don’t know about you folks, but I’m ready to call it a night.”
Paul nodded. “Yeah. Early to bed sounds good.”
Chuck gestured toward the futons. “Make yourselves comfortable. Big day tomorrow.”
Emma stood slowly and moved to her futon. The thin mattress creaked as she lay down, pulling the blanket up to her chin. She faced the wall, trying to make herself as small as possible.
She heard Paul moving around, heard him use the bathroom briefly, heard him return and stand beside the futon.
“Scoot over, Em,” he said quietly. “Make some room.”
Emma’s stomach clenched. She shifted toward the wall as far as she could go.
The futon frame groaned as Paul lay down beside her. Immediately the thin mattress sagged toward the middle, making it impossible not to touch. His shoulder pressed against her back. His leg touched hers.
“Sorry,” Paul whispered. “Cramped quarters.”
Emma said nothing. She pressed herself harder against the wall, trying to create distance that didn’t exist.
Across the room, she heard Chuck settling onto his futon. Heard the creak of the frame, the rustle of blankets. Then Lexi’s lighter movements as she lay down beside him.
“Goodnight, everyone,” Chuck called out. “Sleep well.”
No one responded.
Emma closed her eyes and tried to will herself to sleep.
Part 2: Friday Night - The Demonstration
For maybe thirty minutes, there was only silence. The crack and pop of logs settling in the fire. The wind outside pressing against the cabin walls. Emma’s own breathing, too fast, too shallow.
She tried to relax. Tried to let the day’s exhaustion pull her under.
Then she heard movement across the room.
The creak of Chuck’s futon frame. Fabric rustling.
“Come here, baby girl.” Chuck’s voice was soft, gentle. “Let me hold you.”
Emma’s eyes opened in the darkness. She stared at the wall, her body going rigid.
More rustling. The futon creaking. Lexi moving closer to her father.
“That’s it,” Chuck murmured. “Good girl. Just relax.”
Emma’s hand found Paul’s under the blanket. Her fingers were ice-cold, trembling. She gripped tight, needing something solid, something real.
Behind her, Paul’s breathing had changed. Gotten faster. Deeper.
Across the room, more movement. The futon frame creaking rhythmically now.
“You’re so beautiful, Lexi. Do you know that?” Chuck’s voice was lower now, thick. “So perfect.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Lexi’s voice was barely audible.
“Such a good girl. Always so good for me.” The creaking got faster. “This is just love, baby. Just a father taking care of his daughter. Nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing to hide.”
The futon frame creaked faster. More rhythmic. Emma could hear breathing now—Chuck’s, getting heavier, and Lexi’s, quick and shallow.
Behind Emma, Paul’s hand was limp in hers, but his whole body was tense. His breathing was loud now, almost harsh.
“That’s it,” Chuck groaned softly. “Good girl. Such a good girl for Daddy.”
Small sounds from Lexi. Whimpers. Gasps. Emma couldn’t tell if they were pain or something else.
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