Chapter 4

I looked at Mark and began to get very concerned. He wasn't showing any reactions that would give me a clue as to how he felt about me at this point. What I wanted so badly right then was for him to show me that he still loved me, no matter how wicked my confession had been so far. But he just looked at me with this blank expression and didn't say a word.

I had to force myself to continue telling him the rest of Saturday night, and especially that Sunday.

During the night while we both slept, I dreamt about Daddy and me together. The dream seemed so real. In it, Daddy and I were waiting for Mom to get home. It was Sunday afternoon and Daddy and I couldn't keep our eyes off of each other. We still wanted each other so very badly, even though it was supposed to be over.

When Mom arrived home and came into the living room, Daddy fended her off rushing into his arms to greet him. Rather he stood and made an announcement to the family that he and I were now husband and wife. Mom stood there in shock, looking at the two of us. My brother and sister were standing with their mouths hanging open. I quickly looked up at Daddy, stunned and bewildered.

What had happened to our promise not to hurt Mom or the family!?

Daddy walked over to me, and picked me up in his arms, "My new wife and I will be in our bedroom. Caroline, you can move into Melissa old room. Kids, I still expect you to respect your mother, but Melissa is now the woman of this house."

Daddy carried me to 'our' bedroom and placed me on the bed. He straddled my body and kissed me passionately. Even though I was in a state of bewilderment, his hand found my pussy wet and ready for him. I certainly didn't feel horny, but my body reacted otherwise.

He began to fuck me with his fingers while telling me between kisses how much better I was than his 'old wife'.

I looked toward the door and saw Mom standing there, tears flowing down her face as she watched her husband making love to their daughter. He was telling me how much he loved me more than his real wife right in front of her!

Daddy never looked at Mom. He was completely focused on me. He kneeled between my legs, placing his hard shaft between my pussy lips. He then thrust deeply into me. Mom stared at us in disbelief, hurt and in anger.

She walked over to the bed. I could see the extreme anguish on her face and in her eyes. Before her on her own bed, the man she had cherished for over twenty years, and the daughter she given birth to just sixteen years ago, were fucking as if it was so natural.

"How could you do this to me, James?!"

"She's young and exciting, Caroline," he replied. "We couldn't help ourselves."

Mom then verbally laid into both of us, "You can have the little tramp! She is nothing but a shameless slut, and always will be. I never thought you would hurt me like this, you bastard! How many other little girls have you fucked over the years behind my back? It serves you right to end up with your whore of a daughter as your 'wife' now. You deserve each other!"

Daddy said nothing as he continued to fuck me like a man possessed. What was happening to my family?!

"Mom, please don't leave!" I cried out. "This isn't what I want. I don't want you to leave us. I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, my own tears running down my face. Daddy just kept fucking me through it all.

"Listen, you little bitch," she spat at me. "You're nothing but a worthless cunt. You're no longer my daughter ... just the little whore that stole my husband from me. I don't ever want to see you again!" she shouted, turning around to leave us forever.

"NO, MOM. NOOOOOOO!" I screamed.

I tried to push Daddy off of me, but he wouldn't stop fucking me! His face seemed blank. He seemed oblivious to the destruction of his own family. I was just a little teen slut for him to fuck. I was the one that had seduced him, and now he just wanted to fuck me instead of saving his family!

"GET OFF ME, DADDY! PLEASE DON"T GO, MOOOOOMMM!..."

I suddenly woke from my sleep in a complete panic, jumping out of bed to go after Mom before I realized I had only been dreaming. Daddy was still in bed next to where I had been lying.

But this was not just a dream. This was my worst nightmare ever.

Tears flowed down my own face as I realized that no matter how wonderful this weekend had been, it could still cause just as much harm. My family still could be destroyed because of what I had done. My impulsive nature could cause me to lose what was so precious to me, my family, just because I became horny for my daddy.

I also feared that I would be haunted forever with unfulfilled lust for my father. How could our affair just end when it had just begun? So many conflicting feelings and emotions were overwhelming me.

Dad never woke up, not even from my screaming. He was out like a light.

I got back in bed, and cried softly to myself as I fell back asleep in the darkness of my parents' bedroom.

With the sun shining into the bedroom, I wasn't sure which one of us woke up first. But I found myself looking into Daddy's eyes as we lay beside each other.

"Melissa, let's get cleaned up and get something to eat. We need to straighten up the house this morning before your mother gets home."

"Okay, Daddy," I simply said, resigned to the fact that our weekend together was over.

I clinched my lips together as I stood by the bed, looking down at it. The past two nights had been incredible. Now there were only the remnants of our passion on the sheets. Glancing down at myself, those remnants were also dried on my body.

Everything felt very strange. I still felt excited over everything that had happened. But I also felt very sad that it was over. I also felt anger welling up in me. I felt anger at my mom.

I didn't want this affair to end. I wanted things to continue forever. But I had to stop because of my mom. I almost felt hatred for her at that moment.

However, I also remembered the dream so vividly from the previous night. Reality finally hit me. Mom was the one who should be angry! Mom was the one that should feel hatred! What had I done?! Intense guilt hit me and made me cringe.

"What's wrong, baby girl?"

"Nothing ... just trying to wake up," I replied.

"Are you feeling guilty now?" he asked, which really surprised me.

"Yeah. Some. Daddy, have you ever cheated on Mom before?"

"Honey ... I can't say that I've always been an angel over the years. I've openly flirted with various women I've known. I've been to stag parties and strip shows. I've enjoyed a few stolen kisses and touches with a few women. But I have never had an affair with anyone. I've never been intimate with another woman behind your mother's back."

"Until now," I stated.

He nodded.

"That's why I feel guilty," I replied. "I know how bad I would feel if I found out my husband had cheated on me. Now here I am, the other woman that you cheated on your wife with ... my mom!"

"Listen, Melissa. We've got to be careful. Your mom knows both of us very well. We can't afford to act any different around your mother. I know that might be hard for a few days. But we absolutely have to act the same around each other like always. Remember, your sister and brother will be here, too. You can't let them notice anything different either."

"I know. It's just hard right now. I guess I still want you so bad that I can't..."

"Melissa! You made a promise to me!" he said loudly, startling me.

"I did promise ... I still promise," I meekly replied. "I know what can happen if I don't keep my promise," I said almost mournfully.

He came closer and put his arms around me. A tear formed in my eye, rolling down my cheek. He wiped it from my face and held my chin in his hand.

"I'm sorry I said that so rough to you, baby girl. There is just too much at stake now. Please remember, I love you. I always will, no matter what. This weekend will always be special to me. It is something you and I shared that will remain ours forever. I'll make it up to your mother in many ways. But please remember that we're a family, and we have to protect our family ... even though we didn't over the last few days."

I looked up at him knowing he was right.

"Okay, Daddy. I won't let you down."

I realized I needed to focus on what I needed to do to keep my family together, and block out all other feelings. If I didn't, I knew I would slip up in front of Mom. I could never let that happen! And I knew it would be hard to keep my real feelings from Mom because all too often she could read my mind.

I looked over at the nightstand and saw Mom's vibrator still there from the previous night. I reached over to pick it up.

"I guess we do need to REALLY pick up around the house," I said, giggling and feeling somewhat better about things.

He laughed at me, "Maybe we should make sure everything is in its proper place!"

"Hey! I thought you said it was over now?" laughing at his double entendre.

"Get your little ass in the shower, you bad girl," he said, chuckling and swatting at my naked butt.

After taking separate showers, I fixed us both a quick breakfast. We had much to do to make sure the house was prepared for Mom's return.

We spent the morning cleaning up the entire house. We went room by room to make sure there was no evidence left of our weekend affair. I made sure all the sheets and towels that we fucked on were washed and dried, with fresh linen put on the bed. Daddy made sure that Mom's toys were cleaned and put back in place, out of sight.

After we were both convinced that there was nothing left to do to cover up our affair, we went to the family room and collapsed onto separate chairs. I couldn't help but look over at the couch where I had played with Daddy's big beautiful cock for the first time.

I quickly pushed those thoughts from my mind. I couldn't let myself think about that. I had to be strong and act normally. I had to keep the feelings for my father out of my mind. He was first and always my daddy now.

About mid-afternoon, we both heard Mom's car when it pulled into the garage. Daddy got up from his chair and went to the door leading to the garage to greet her. I couldn't bring myself to move from my chair. I just sat and stared blankly at the TV. I was afraid she would look at me and immediately know exactly what I had done.

Sam and Jessica practically ran through the family room on their way to go upstairs. My brother said something to me, but I wasn't paying attention to anything right then other than Mom.

I heard Mom as she came through the door to the family room. She didn't say anything to me, but I was aware that she was moving closer to me.

"Must be a good movie, huh?" she said, attempting to get my attention.

I smiled brightly at her and jumped up to hug her tightly.

"Welcome home, Mom," I said. "I missed you."

"Did you stay out of trouble while I was gone?"

"Yeah, Mom," I replied, mentally cringing at what was a horrible lie. For a few moments, I was overwhelmed with guilt. But outwardly, I kept my composure.

"Well, it looks like you helped your father keep the house looking nice," she said, glancing around. "I'm proud of you."

I looked at the couch and wondered if she could tell her husband had fucked someone other than her on it. I chided myself for letting that thought pop in my head. I had to stay in control or I knew I would fuck up and make her suspicious. I couldn't let her see me act any differently than before.

Daddy helped Mom unload the car. As they headed upstairs with the suitcases and bags, I had a sudden panic attack as I tried to remember if everything was as it should be in their room. Again, I got on myself for not controlling my thoughts. I had already triple checked their bedroom.

The rest of the day and night passed without any problems. Mom acted the same as she always did. That helped me to relax and keep my own thoughts under control.

Later in the evening, Mom cuddled up with Daddy on the couch. I immediately had mixed feelings. I knew she was where she belonged, but I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. I just sat in the same chair as I was in when Mom got home.

My parents went to bed about their normal time. My brother and sister pretty much stayed in their rooms during the evening. That left me alone in the family room for the first time that day.

I was still sitting in the same chair, staring at the TV once again. I would normally crash on the couch when no one else was around, but I just couldn't that night. I mostly just stared at the TV, feeling a little lost in a house I had grown up in.

Finally after flipping through the channels and finding nothing of interest, I decided to go up to my room. As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw the light shining from under my parent's bedroom door at the end of the hall.

I passed by my room and quietly walked to just outside their closed door. I wanted to know if they were talking about me. Was my mom suspicious of anything?

As I put my ear close to the door, I heard what were the obvious sounds of them having sex. It sounded like they were really into it too! I smiled to myself. I was happy for them. They should be fucking each other.

I then remember that for the previous two nights, I had been the one in that very bed getting fucked wonderfully by that same man. I knew just how good he was making Mom feel.

I heard both of them groaning through their orgasms. The sounds coming from their room were so recognizable. I couldn't help but touch my own pussy. God, I was soaked!

After it became quiet, I slipped away from their door and went to my own bedroom. I certainly didn't want to get caught spying on them.

After flouncing on my bed, I lay on my back staring up at the ceiling. My mind was instantly flooded with memories of my daddy's gorgeous cock. I saw myself holding, kissing, licking, sucking and fucking his magnificent shaft. I tried not to think about my feelings though, just the images. I just let the images roll through my mind.

One particular memory stuck out though. It was the previous morning after our first fuck. It was when I had gone into my brother's room looking for any trash that needed to be thrown out.

While taking a moment to tuck the bed sheet under the mattress better, I had found one of his dirty magazines hidden under it. It was one his friend, Chris, had given him about two years ago. At the time, I had walked in on the two of them, when that magazine, along with a few others, had been laid out on my brother's bed. They had pulled down their pants and underwear. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they were doing.

My brother was pissed off that I had barged in on them. I told him he should have had the door locked if he didn't want someone catching them jerking off to porn. They had thought they were alone in the house, that I had gone shopping with Mom.

I teased them both a good bit. Chris did his best to get me to strip and join them, and I did feel the urge to do just that. He was seriously cute, and was a rising junior. But there was no way I was going to take off my clothes or do anything sexual with my brother in the room.

Our friends would have found out about it, and then it would have been all over school. Before long, the story would have been that I had done a threesome with Chris and my brother. I knew better than to get caught in that trap.

I did get a good look at the magazines though. They were really hardcore. The one I had specifically picked up and looked at was the same one I had just found. I remembered this one pictorial that really caught my attention at the time.

Later I asked my brother where the magazines came from, and why they weren't jerking off to internet porn. He told me they were some that Chris' father had thrown out. Chris told them his father had gotten them from a sleazy sex store over the years. He begged me not to tell Mom and Daddy, and I said I wouldn't. He then told me I could look at the ones Chris had given him whenever I wanted, but I never did.

I couldn't resist pulling it out right then though. He would never know. That meant he couldn't tease me about it.

I flipped through the pages. It had a lot of pictures of young girls fucking and sucking horny older men with big cocks. Some of the girls were dressed in cheerleader outfits. Some were dressed in school uniforms with their hair in pig tails. It made them look a lot younger than they really were. Most of the girls were very petite with really small breasts.

I was so focused on the pictures, that I didn't hear Daddy approach the door.

"I didn't know you liked that type of reading material," Daddy said, standing just inside the room. I jump momentarily from the surprise of Dad walking in on me. He was smiling at me while I sat on the bed with my older brother's dirty magazine open.

"Well, it's NOT my magazine, Daddy!"

"I know, sweetheart. I figured Sam might have a few of those stashed away somewhere for his personal use."

Pointing at what appeared to be dried cum on a page, I giggled, "Yeah, VERY personal use."

We both laughed at each other.

Daddy walked closer and looked over my shoulder at a blonde cheerleader getting fucked by a football coach as she leaned over his desk in his school office.

"That looks like fun. Don't you think, little one?" he said playfully.

"Do you want me to be your little cheerleader?" I teased.

"Baby, you can be anything you want, but right now I want you to lean over this desk and let me fuck your little pussy just like that coach is fucking that cheerleader."

I leaned over my brother's desk and Daddy quickly moved to line his waving cock up with my dripping cunt. He teased me for a few moments with his cockhead, rubbing it up and down through my wet slit before pushing it slowly into my pussy. He then drove his thick shaft in and out of me with long hard strokes.

He kept a steady rhythm for a few minutes while keeping quiet. I wondered if he was pretending I really was a cheerleader. It felt extremely naughty getting fucked in my brother's room, leaning on his desk!

When Daddy finally started talking, he couldn't resist asking me some naughty questions about me and my brother.

"Have you ever done anything nasty with Sam?"

I turned my head back to look at him, surprised at his question as he continued to fuck me intensely.

"Why are you asking me about him?" I panted unsteadily as he kept fucking me. With a devilish grin, I then asked, "You don't think I would be fucking anyone in my family, do you?"

"It would be okay, baby girl," he answered. "I can't very well be angry with my own cock buried in your tight little pussy."

"Well ... if you must know ... we have played together a little."

"What have you two done together?" he anxiously asked.

"We've ... touched each other. I used to jerk his cock off sometimes. He liked to finger fuck me. Sometimes he would put his cock on my pussy and rub it against my mound.

"Is that all?" jamming his cock in hard while asking.

"I ... sucked him off a few times," I replied as he began to rapidly pound me. "All of this happened a few years ago."

"You've been a very bad girl."

"I'm bad only for you now, Daddy."

"I bet your brother wishes he could be right where I am right now!"

All the talk of my brother was about to take me over the edge. I started saying things to shock him as well.

"Oh, God, Daddyyyyy ... you're fucking me so good! Fuck me harder ... ohhhhh, yesssss ... right here in Sam's room! Imagine you're watching him fuck me right now, Daddy! Oh Godddddd, yesssss! Would you like to see that? Your son fucking your daughter?"

He was on his own edge of cumming as well.

"Ohhhhhhhhh dammmmmmmmmm, yessssssssss!" he loudly groaned. "I could fuckkkk youuuu foreverrrrrrrrrrrr!"

His thrust became very determined as he started cumming. Each stab was very deliberate and timed to match each squirt from his cock. I felt his cock jerking as he held it in me for a brief time after each lunge into my tight little hole, filling me with his hot cum.

He finally was spent. He just stood there with his cock still inside me. I was squeezing his shaft as tight as I could, milking the last of his cum out.

I then asked him, "Daddy, what would you say if you caught me fucking Sam now?"

"I'm not sure, Melissa," he said, pausing to think for a moment. "I think I would wish I could be fucking your gorgeous young body at the same time."

I leaned up letting his cock finally slip out and hugged him, "You're such a naughty daddy."

"Of course, it would never happen, baby girl."

"Of course," I replied, smiling devilishly again.

I shook my head in amazement as I remembered all of that. It had only been yesterday. While recalling the scene in Sam's room from yesterday, I had buried my fingers deep in my throbbing cunt. I had had a terrific orgasm while reliving it, too.

Contented for the moment, I quickly dozed off to sleep. I was physically and emotionally exhausted after what had been the wildest weekend of my life so far.

After that Sunday, the next week passed by without incident. I was able to push my feelings for Daddy out of my mind most of the time. The erotic images occasionally filled my head though. It was hard to forget them. But it was becoming easier for me to deal with the emotions and lust that those images had generated. The guilt of being involved with Daddy was slowly fading. I still played with my pussy while remembering that weekend though.

During the week, I asked Daddy several times if he thought Mom was suspicious of us.

"Do you think Mom suspects?"

"She isn't acting any different and neither am I when I'm around her," he replied. Pushing the hair from my face, "You're doing a good job, too."

The simple act of brushing my hair from my face stirred memories of our intimacy. I could remember how he looked at my face so lovingly. He was in love with me then. Maybe he still was? Maybe he still wanted us to be lovers?