Daddy, What Are You Doing?!

[La_Reina]

Shyla sat up. It was a little hard as something heavy was on her. She managed to sit completely up and looked down to see her father sleeping with her. Odd. Confused she pulled the covers a bit, because she was cold only to realize her breasts were bare to the world. She stared at her naked breasts in confusion. They must have stayed up talking and ... and they both crashed and ... and .. she got hot and took off her shirt. Yeah that sounded logical.

Shyla slowly got out from under the covers the cold air slightly shocking. She climbed over him and paused. She was completely naked. What the fuck?! She wouldn't get naked with her father in the room. Images flickered in her mind. She moaned, got dizzy, and fell with a large thump onto the bed. A nice sturdy bed.

Shyla looked over her father. He was just as exposed as she was. The hand, the caresses, the fucking. Shyla looked at her bed and saw a little blood along with other bodily fluids. Had they ... fucked? Oh gawd. What had she done? Her eyes wide with horror she stared at her father. Maybe he didn't know. Maybe this could just be her shame. She could feel him stirring waking from her crashing into the bed. She got up and ran into the bathroom just to release her dinner into the toilet.

 

[TheGrind]

David stirred after feeling Shyla streak toward the bathroom. The night had been more than hazy for him, black splotches thrown across his memory as he tried remembering what he was doing in his daughter’s bed. Even in his daze he recognized the warmth coming from the bed of a body that had been lying next to him all night. It was an all too common scene for him but never had it involved someone he was related with. David knew he could concoct some story but he doubted he’d believe it.

Picking himself up as he ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth, trying to remove the cotton feeling that swamped his mouth. Shyla. She must’ve left after seeing them both lying together. With a yawn he realized he wasn’t freaked by what he believed to have happened. He wanted her since he first saw her; that much he knew. But pride didn’t replace the thought. He didn’t know what it was.

Standing and leaving the room he decided to head into the bathroom only to find its door closed and locked. Maybe she hadn’t left after all? Just to be sure he knocked on the door, asking, “Are you in there?” He didn’t even realize he was still naked.

 

[La_Reina]

Shyla was in the bathroom hoping against hope that it was all a horrid dream. She had not fucked her father. She wasn't like that. They weren't like that. This was to be a rekindling of their relationship. Besides she wasn't even sure. It was just flashes of images and a lot of it could be attributed to the porn she liked to watch and Mikhail. She was sure he was here sometime last night so maybe all her memories weren't really memories. Maybe she just thought bad things had happened.

But then why was she naked? Because she got drunk and took off her clothes. Drunk people were always stripping and she was no exceptions. Shyla whipped her head up and instantly regretting that. She had one thought: was David naked? She could not for the life of her remember if he was naked when she ran from the room. What if he was? Than they both had gotten drunk and stripped? Plausible. A long stretch, but plausible.

Shyla put the toilet cover down and sat down on the toilet. Her stomach was empty, but she still felt like shit. She had a massive headache and all the thoughts tumbling in there didn't help. She heard a loud booming and grimaced. It took a moment for her to realize it was someone knocking on the bathroom door. She heard her father's voice and sighed. She didn't want to deal with this right now. What would he say or think of her? Would he make her leave.

"Yeah," she said quietly before clearing her voice and speaking louder. "Yeah, I uh just wanted a shower." To prove this she leaned over and turned on the hot water.

 

[TheGrind]

David didn’t want her escaping again. Deciding to leave her for the moment he went into the kitchen where he found a small but strong enough pin to pick any of the weak locks in the house. A little pressure and they always popped open. While he searched through a junk drawer for a pin flashes of what had happened the night before began flashing through his mind like a disjointed projector’s reel. Not nearly as drunk as his daughter he understood the life changing thing that had happened the night before. Even if she was completely out of it, had blacked out the night, waking surely must’ve dislodged something from last night.

Returning to the bathroom David pressed the pin into the hole, hearing the lock on the other side pop in reaction. With the door unlocked he stepped into the bathroom, setting the pin on the sink’s counter and closing the door behind him. He was expecting to talk with his daughter through the shower curtain and over the noise of the pounding water but there she was, more dry than an AA veteran.

Seeing her there without clothes only reminded him of his own condition. It wasn’t anything that hadn’t flashed through his mind the night before but it felt different without the social lubricant used the night before. Still, he couldn’t leave no matter how uncomfortable she may have been or he had felt.

David stood in front of the door as he said, obviously, “I thought you’d be in the shower.” A brief paused filtered through his effort. “We should talk about last night.”