Chapter 3

The hard fucking truth. Can we all handle it?

I couldn’t have sex with Tym again without telling her the truth. So after dinner, I told her what I’d discovered; that the reason I resembled her father was that he was my father too.

I told her I knew her mother, I told her I’d had an affair with her grandmother 20 years before.

Tym flew into a terrible rage; I’d never seen her like that. She threw things at me, she smashed crockery, she screamed in fury. She had the right to go crazy on me; I hadn’t intended to do wrong, but wrong had been done.

Finally I caught her by the wrist, just to prevent further destruction to my apartment. She screamed and struggled, and I hauled her over my knee. And before I thought better of it, I spanked her bottom.

She went limp, the fight drained out of her. I pulled down her panties and gave her a four or five good hard slaps, her tiny body shuddering with each impact of my open palm.

Then she was just lying there, her face hidden and her round little ass naked under my hand. My finger curled into the crack, and she was wet.

Surely just perspiration after her rampage. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t be aroused by me now that she knew the truth.

My finger betrayed me, and poked into her wet vagina. Her limp body quivered, and she grunted, and she tightened on me the way she did.

I grabbed her knee and shoulder, spinning her over. She looked up at me teary eyed, her braids falling to the side, her small hand gripping my wrist and her big eyes pleading for approval, love, and sex.

Oh fuck. No, no, no. We had to stop now that we knew. I grabbed her groin in my hand, gripping her from ass to pelvis.

“What the fuck is this?” I demanded, “Stubble! You know I hate stubble, get into the fucking bathroom and shave it, and don’t miss any! Get me?”

“Yes, yes daddy.” She whimpered, and scurried off to obey.

Shit, now what?

I pondered as Tym prepared herself as I’d demanded, and when she was through I’d have to give her the reward she expected.

I thought of her mother; she was still totally hot after 20 years. Not crazy teenager hot like Tym, more like sane reliable stable hot. Hot in the way that I’d been looking for before I got mixed up with her nutty needy teenage daughter.

Some things hadn’t changed. I still wasn’t good enough for Bich.

Sure, I had an apartment and a job. But she had a house and a better job. I had a degree, she had a Phd.

Whatever vibes had once passed between us were long gone, and on top of that her mother was living there with her.

The old woman was still looking good, but neither of us had any interest in the other now.

My little girl came out of the bathroom naked. Her pussy smooth as silk, as sweet as honey, her flat narrow belly and tiny tits calling me to adore her.

Without a word, she came to me, sank to her knees, and opened my belt.

Her eyes looked up at me, then down at her hands which now held my rapidly inflating penis, and then up to me again.

She smiled involuntarily. She knew who really held the power here.

In the wreckage of my breakables, the girl wrapped her lips around me, and sucked gently.

I petted her head, defeated.

I stood and kicked off my shoes and pants, and lifting the intense little girl in my arms, and carried her to my bedroom. Without further foreplay, I mounted her, sliding my perverted cock into her nasty scheming willing little vagina.

“Oh daddy!” she sighed in triumph disguised as defeat as I fucked her. “DADDY!!” she cried as she came, “You’re a bad man, a very bad man.” She whispered before she came again. “You fucked my granny! Fucked my granny! AAHHHH!”

“And you’ve been a very naughty girl.” I grunted as I came inside her tight little body.

“I saw the way you looked at my mother.” She said later as we relaxed and petted each other. “If you told me you had an affair with her I wouldn’t have been surprised; but Granma? Really?”

“Your grandmother is only a few years older than I am, and 20 years ago she was looking pretty hot.” I said. “There’s never been lies between us, Tym. I knew I had to tell you, and knew it was going to hurt; I’m sorry for that. Your mother would have told you if I didn’t.”

“My grandmother brought my mom to the US when she was 10 years old, as refugees. While grandma was working for your ... Our father, their status was revoked; Vietnam was no longer considered dangerous. My mother told me she made an arrangement; she became his mistress, and he got residency for them both by marrying grandma.”

“But ... why didn’t he marry your mother?”

“She didn’t want to. She agreed to have the baby, but the agreement was he married Granma, and mom went back to school.”

“Jesus. I knew Dad was scum, but I didn’t realize how deep.”

“Hey, you’re one to talk; isn’t that your jism running down my 18 year old thigh? He gave us a home, a nationality, everything. What did you ever give me?”

“An Ipad and a spanking.” I admitted.

“I really appreciate both, and thanks for all the sex, too!” she laughed.

“What about that Wendell you’ve been seeing?” I asked.

“He’s going to Stanford too.” Tym said, shifting her pretty face down to my groin. “Maybe we’ll get a place together.”

“I thought you said he doesn’t do it for you.”

She looked at my penis, licked her lips, and pumped it optimistically in her hands.

“He doesn’t, but I like him. He makes me laugh, and we like the same movies and music.”

She looked at me as she lowered her mouth over my exhausted cock and sucked.

“So you have sex with him just for laughs?” I asked as I felt myself swell in her mouth.

“I fake it.” she said. “What else can I do? The only guy who makes me come is my half brother 3 times my age, hot for my mother, and had an affair with my grandmother.”

If she could accept the situation so sanguinely, all I could do was lie back and let her do her thing on my thing.

I fucked her missionary, doggy, cowgirl, scissors, and some other positions I don’t know the names of.

I can only really come once, so it was all about her; I banged her, kissed her, squeezed her, and looked into her cute little face as she came again and again.

It was her drug, and I was her pusher. I had to stop, just stop fucking stop making her come like this.

But I was addicted too.

Addicted to the rush, the thrill of a girl so young getting off on me. There was only one of her in the world, so when this was finished, so was I. How could any lover I could get ever compare to Tym’s insanity?

“Fuck!” she whimpered, “I’m going to miss this.”

It wasn’t me she’d miss; just the sex.

Later, after she left to hang out with her latest boyfriend, I thought about our weird relationship. Women don’t come because there’s a big cock in their box, but as an emotional response. What emotions did we have here exactly? What did she feel for me that did it for her?

“When I go away to school, are you going to be with mother?” She asked me when she came home later, without bitterness.

“That ship sailed long ago.” I said “Anyway, it would be wrong.”

My child-lover laughed; “Well, that wouldn’t be anything new for you, would it?”

“20 years ago we flirted and maybe there was an attraction. We’ve all moved on now, I think your mother despises me, and she’s got the right to. So did you have sex with Wendell?”

“No!” she insisted. “How could I after you squirted all that stuff in there?”

Diane [as Tym’s mother now called herself] called me 6 months later.

“We should get together and talk.” She said.

We met at a restaurant; Diane was dazzling in a tight beige satin dress. She had the curves of a woman in her 30’s, in contrast to the boney angles of her underdeveloped daughter. But it was her face where her true beauty resided. That amazing, sculpted, unique face.

“You’re looking good.” She complimented me.

I laughed; “From a woman like you, that’s a true compliment.” I said. “Are you going to tell me what happened with you and my dad?”

Her pretty face clouded; “No.” she said. “When my daughter told me she was staying with a 50 year old man, I wasn’t all that shocked. But I was shocked when I found out it was you.”

“Is Tym doing ok?” I asked her.

“No.” she said, “That’s why I wanted to see you. She was ok at first, that Wendell boy was nice, but they split up and now she’s drinking too much again and missing classes. You know the conditions of her trust; as long as she’s enrolled, her tuition and stipend get paid.”

“And if she flunks out and gets expelled, the balance reverts to me.” I reminded her. “I was only notified of it all recently.”

“Go to her.” Diane urged me. “She needs you.”

“That was before we found out that she’s my sister.” I reminded her.

“Half-sister. Look, it doesn’t matter; you don’t know each other as siblings, you’re not planning on making babies, your father died when she was three and she never knew him. What matters is now; you have the power to straighten her up. I’m a teacher, I see a lot of kids like her. Some get it together, some don’t. Now you get your middle aged butt into your car, and you go do whatever it is you do that gets her back in line.”

I looked at her sadly; it should have been her. She would have gotten me “in line”, we would have been great together.

But it was what it was. I had the power to help, so I would help. Even if that meant countless hours of incredible sex with the daughter of the woman I really liked.

It was a 3 hour drive. I went to Tym’s apartment and could hear shouting and some thumping from inside. I hammered the door and when it opened my little girl was there with a bruise on her face, an angry man with clenched fists behind her, furniture strewn around, the odor of marijuana and alcohol.

“Daddy!” she whispered, stumbling backwards a few steps.

“She made me do it.” the man argued as I tossed him out, “You don’t know what she’s like, she’s crazy...”

His clothes followed him out the door, and his electronics, shoes, and books. I didn’t hit him, I wanted to but I didn’t. If I’d started, I wouldn’t have stopped.

Tym stood penitently, eyes downward, ashamed, and very drunk.

I stripped her naked, and muscled her into the shower, washed her and put her to bed.

“Will you sleep with me daddy?” she asked hopefully.

“No.” I told her.

“I thought you wanted to be a lawyer.” I scolded her the next morning as she nursed a hangover and ate breakfast.

“Six more years of school; there’d be nothing left in the trust for you if I did that.” She said. “I’ve only been here 6 months and I’m already a wreck, what’s the point?”

I took her hair in my fist and lifted her to her feet. She was 19 now, still only as tall as my chin, her thin arms and shoulders weak and vulnerable. Yet I knew that behind those tortured eyes was a brain that was far more powerful than mine.

“You listen to me.” I demanded, “You’ll stop drinking, get your skinny ass in gear, study your ass off, pass the bar, and become a lawyer.”

“Yes daddy.” She agreed humbly.

“Go take a shower, you still stink of booze, it’s coming out of your skin! How much did you drink? And shave your groin, you know I like it smooth.”