Erica's New Life
Copyright© 2019 by TheBatofGotham
Chapter 10
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Erica moved to a new town with her father. Due to the fact that her father is unable to work for a while, Erica takes a couple jobs. And to thank her they spend some quality time together.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Father Daughter Bestiality Pregnancy
It took a little while for Sammy to get the razor out of my hand. And when she did, I fell to my knees and cried in her arms.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so so so sorry.” I cried over and over again.
She held my face in her hands and looked into my eyes and asked, “Your hair will grow back. You don’t need to be sorry.”
“No, I...” I cried again. I couldn’t tell her that I had just had sex with Nathan so he would leave her and Carmen alone. So I added, “I can’t believe I did this. I can’t believe I still want to shave off the rest.”
“Are you upset that you’re still having sex with Hercules? Is that why you cut off your hair?” Sammy asked. I shook my head no.
“Erica? What happened? Are you okay?” my Dad asked.
My Dad and I wrapped our arms around one another, “Dad, I love you.” That was all I could remember saying before I passed out.
I woke to the feeling of a razor running over my head. I wanted to get up off of the floor as quick as possible. But when I opened my eyes I could see the two people I loved the most in the world.
“Erica, you’re awake. Are you okay? Are you hurting anywhere?” Dad asked.
I blinked my eyes and noticed that the razor was now off. I turned to look at Sammy.
She ran her hand over my head and asked, “Is there anything we can get you?”
I ran my hand over my head to run my fingers over her hand. Something felt odd but I said, “I’d like a glass of water, please.”
They both helped me up, walked me to my room and sat me on my bed. Our dad left to get me my glass of water.
Sammy looked more serious than I’d ever seen her look as she said, “What’s going on with your hair? You kept saying, ‘He liked my hair. I don’t want it anymore.’ And at one point when Dad left you mentioned Nathan’s name. Did he do something to you? Please tell me.”
I looked at my body and for the first time noticed that I was now in my pajamas instead of naked. I thought about delaying the answer by asking her who dressed me but for some reason, I felt the need to answer her truthfully, “Yes. While you and Dad were gone Nathan came by and he wanted me to tell him where you were at. He was determined to take you from your Mom away from me,” I was unsure if she had heard the last word because I spoke it so softly.
She wrapped her arms around me, “Nobody can take me away from you.”
I sniffled and continued, “He said there was only one thing I could do to talk him into leaving you and your Mom alone. He even said he’d ... that he’d act civilly towards the two of you from now on.” Was I going to hyperventilate now? I took a few deep breaths, “He wanted to have ... sex with me.”
Sammy let out a gasp, “Oh, God. You let him do it, didn’t you?”
I almost cried, “I did. I had no choice.”
Sammy kissed my forehead and said in a loving tone, “You always have a choice. My Mom and I would have found a way to get away from him. I would never have asked you to do this for me. But thank you so much for doing whatever you could to help me.” She paused and then asked, “Was he any good in bed?”
I nodded and said, “In a way yes. I would have had fun but he insisted on doing all the work. I could tell that if we were both more involved it would have actually been very good instead of just nice and good. I didn’t even have an orgasm.” I couldn’t believe I admitted to that last part.
We heard a noise and she quietly said, “Don’t tell Dad about what happened between you and Nathan.”
Dad came in with three bottles of water, “I brought some water for all three of us.” After he sat down, he added, “Even though we caught you before you fell down and you didn’t hit your head, is there any reason that I should take you to the ER or anything? Quick Care?”
“I don’t think so, Dad.” I ran my hand over my head and added, “Although I might want to have my head examined for having done this to my hair.” They laughed. “Was I just imagining someone running a razor over my head? It doesn’t feel any shorter than it did before I passed out.”
“I may have gone over a couple places that were much longer than others. And I trimmed around your ears too. Would you like me or Dad to shave the rest of your hair off for you?” Sammy asked as she handed me a small mirror.
I looked my new hairstyle over in the mirror and finally said, “Maybe trim a couple of spots. And the hairline on the back of my neck I’d like to have it straight instead of round.”
Dad cleared his throat and asked Sammy, “Were you able to get any info from her about why she did this and what she meant by what she said when she was out of it?”
“She’s not really ready to talk about it with you just yet. We should give her time. But just so you know it’s not anything serious. More embarrassing really. Let’s just say it had something to do with us going to the petting zoo yesterday,” Sammy told Dad.
Dad seemed at least temporarily satisfied with that answer. So he offered to order some pizza and to rent a movie from a streaming service. As we watched the movie Sammy and I sat on each side of our Dad and sat close to him. I had my head on his chest and Sammy had her head on his shoulder. Under the blanket, I saw that there was some funny movement right where my Dad’s dick would be. Normally I’d join my sister in playing with Dad’s dick but after what happened with Nathan I felt like reverting to how I used to be before I even touched my old dog Tim’s dick. I was going to be a shy girl that didn’t even talk to boys except her own Dad. And all I’d do in a situation like this is pretend I didn’t see Sammy playing with him and just keep my head on his chest. Well, that’s all I’d be willing to do tonight with his dick. I had a feeling that I’d be willing to make love to him once again in the morning. How could I stay away from that beautiful dick? It’s not like I was totally traumatized or anything.
During the middle of the movie Sammy got up to go to the bathroom and Dad said, “Why don’t you sit up? I’d like to get another look at you and your new hairstyle.”
Still laying against his chest I said, “It’s more or a hair butchery.” He laughed and I added, “I love that feeling. My head against your chest and you laughing. It’s so soothing. I feel as if my troubles could melt away.”
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