Chapter 2

First Day - Anna

"Daddy!"

The call comes out of nowhere. "Liar!" my mind tells me.

I was trying not to think about him. I was trying to ignore the image of my dad's hand reaching through the rose petals all the way between my legs. I was losing the fight against imagining his powerful hands on my breast and in my pussy instead of mine.

"Oh, God," I whisper.

I sunk my teeth into my lower lip so hard it split. I can feel the salty taste on my tongue while shudders go through my body at longer and longer intervals. I have my fingers pressed on my clit, and my pussy clenches, empty and I'm wondering what it would feel like to tighten around a big, hard cock. "Not Dad's. Mark's," I try to think, but then I remember what the idiot did to me, and despite the release the bath and the orgasm brought to me, tears slide on my cheeks.

With a heavy heart, I get out of the tub, I pull the plug to empty it, dry myself off with a towel, which I abandon in the hamper, gather my clothes and amble to my rooms with them bunched to my chest. I sniffle and rub my eyes with the back of my hand as I pass by my parents' room. I wish I could just climb into their bed to have mom or dad hug me and tell me everything will be all right.

In my room, I throw the clothes onto the floor and put on a short bathrobe. I take my favourite teddy bear in my arms and curl in bed, closing my eyes. I can feel my silky robe riding up my thighs, but I just can't be bothered to pull it lower. How am I going to show my face in school tomorrow?

-James

I pull back from the door when I hear the explosion of sound as my daughter orgasmed. "Did she really just say Daddy?"

I shake my head as I pull back and quietly retreat to the living room. I hear the noises as Anna lets out the water and moves from the bathroom to her bedroom. I don't think that she knows I am home. I sit on the chair in the living room thinking about what I had just heard and seen. I close my eyes and images of my teenaged daughter flashed through my head. Then I feel a chill run through my back as I remember her calling out that word, "Daddy."

I briefly entertained the idea of standing up and going to her room. "But what would you do once you get there James?" I ask myself. "Fuck her, fuck your own daughter? No, not that. I might dream about it but it's not right. Besides she might like the idea as a fantasy but I'm sure the reality would shock and scar her."

I lean back and rubb my eyes. Despite my best intentions I knew that the sight of my daughter's back arching in orgasm and the sound of her saying "Daddy" would stick with me for a long time. I can feel the tension in my balls still. I had gotten excited and hard; all charged up and raring to go but hadn't been able to cum. I look at the clock on the wall. Anna's mother would be coming home soon. Maybe we can have sex tonight. That would help.

I stood up and head back to my bedroom. This time I made sure to make a lot of noise coming down the hallway. I stop by the door to Anna's room. She is on her side facing away from the door. I can't help but notice how high up her robe is riding. I clear my throat. "Hello princess, I'm surprised your home. I thought you would be out with your friends from cheerleading."