When No One Believes

[TheGrind]

Nearly a year passed after the death of Markus’ wife before his request for transfer had finally gone through. The overriding power to get out of the city, to get away, overwhelmed him. It meant uprooting his life and his daughter’s life from what they had known in the city for nearly two decades, leaving everything for the country. Even after a year it was hard for him to deal with the death of his wife. Markus had everything set up for the transfer and move. Their furniture, their lives, everything was going into this new two story home in the middle of nowhere. It was a good place to be a cop. There weren’t as many major crimes and the settled down life would finally give him a chance to bond with his daughter. At least he hoped, hell knows the seven hour car ride didn’t do it.

When he turned into the drive he heard the gravel road pop and cackle under the wheels of his tires until he pulled to a stop near the front steps, killing the engine. Putting the car in park he stepped out, walking toward the trunk where a few boxes were stashed. The moving company had come earlier and brought everything in but their personal valuable items Markus brought himself. Unlocking the trunk he let it rise, placing a box under his arm as he walked around the car. A momentary glance was given to his daughter in the passenger seat as he took the stairs. He didn’t know if she was going to help or not; he wasn’t going to ask and he wasn’t going to wait.

Shuffling through his keys until he found the right one he inserted it into the lock of the door, opening it. Leaving the keys in the lock he stepped inside, looking at the wide open berth of the room. A fireplace was at the wall and his familiar furniture of couches and chairs were placed haphazardly around the room. Markus would have to organize those later. But what stood out to him was an organ sitting kitty-corner. He’d been here twice before, asking the realtor about it. The realtor told him it came with the house. Markus figured he could either sell it or at least leave it for decoration while he got the house in order.

Even with the furniture and the boxes stacked in room to room the house still looked big. But these days housing prices were prime and this was very affordable. Probably because it was in the middle of nowhere. Probably because it was a depressed town and the previous owners wanted to flee from poverty. It didn’t matter to Markus, their loss was his and his daughter’s gain. In his eyes, there was no downside.

Setting the box he was carrying on a couch he took one look around the place, letting it sink in that this was now his new home. This was their new home. The only hope he had, other than getting over the past, was that his daughter would be able to adapt. Here was this town and there was little to do. Markus was sure they’d both pay the price for living in the city for all those years.

As he sat on a nearby chair he looked over the room in front of him. It was a large living room, adjoined by a kitchen, a study, a bathroom and a few other rooms. Upstairs were a pair of bedrooms, a bathroom and a few others he didn’t know what to do with. Then he looked toward the door as a breeze came bursting through. There were a few more boxes to get out of the car so he pushed himself up, removing the keys from the door as he passed. Putting them into his pocket he retrieved two more boxes from the trunk before slamming it shut. He’d grab the rest later. With full arms he returned to the stairs, climbing up them and through the door. Setting them off to the side of the entrance he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. The weather was getting warmer.

Walking through the livingroom and into the kitchen he opened the refrigerator door to find only a few things in there. They’d have to go shopping tomorrow. Tonight it’d be whatever delivered around here. Markus settled on a coke, taking it out of the refrigerator and closing its cool door. Opening it he took his first drink after nearly two hundred miles. At that moment he doubted anything could feel better.

 

[TheGrind]

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[heartofcourage]

As the scenery changed from the city that she’d grown up in to the plains that were completely foreign to her, Jane sighed and thought about the life that she’d just left behind. All her friends were there. Her old high school was there. Her boyfriend had been left behind. All because her dad had wanted a fresh start. A fresh start for him meant absolute hell for her.

Jane didn’t think that her life could get any worse after her mother died, but she had underestimated the sorrow of her grieving father. Her mother had understood everything about her. She understood the rebellious streak that had caused her to get in more trouble then she cared to remember. Her mother understood the need to go out and be 18 and date and be wild. Now that she was gone, Jane felt a huge hole in her life.

Her father didn’t understand her at all. He was the straight laced one, the one with rules and the one that always followed them. She felt like she’d never live up to the ideals that he had set for her. She had grown up a total daddy’s girl. She was the spitting image of her father and had loved him so much. Then he got busy with his job, was away from home more and more, and the just drifted away.

She let out a loud sigh, brushing away the dark hair that fell in front of her hazel eyes. She watched as he pulled their car down a gravel drive and went for a while longer before he stopped in front of a large home. Her eyes looked around at the scenery, wincing as she saw that they were in the middle of nowhere. The house certainly had charm, but it needed some TLC. Nothing like the large home they’d left behind.

She sat in the car as he got out and grabbed some things out of the back. The frown on her face showed her concern and displeasure. She wanted to go home. She supposed that this was home now. Getting out of the car, she looked down at the gravel drive that made up a majority of their front entrance. Her sneakers crunched as she walked around the home, taking in the fields of wheat that were surrounding them. Nothing as far as the eye could see. Town was obviously a long way away.

When she entered the front door, she took in the peeling paint and vast empty rooms. It didn’t feel like a home, at least not yet. She wiped her sweaty palms on her jean shorts, sweat gathering on her neck and trailing down her spine beneath her t-shirt. Obviously the air didn’t work either. She sighed deeply and shook her head.

“Well….it’s big.” She said as she spotted her dad in the kitchen. She was trying, saying something positive to perhaps make him smile. If it was one thing she wanted to do it was to bridge the gap between them. She wanted to show him that she could be the daughter that he remembered and not the hell raiser she’d turned into. “It’ll be nice when we start to unpack.”

 

[TheGrind]

“Every house is a little eerie before you move in,” he commented as he noticed his daughter joining him in the kitchen. But to be honest he wasn’t so excited about it either. There was the distance which helped and the work that needed to be done would keep him occupied until he could find something better to do. Or until he could work his wife off of his mind. Both were going to be incredible projects.

“Anyway, let’s get some of the boxes inside the house so we can start unpacking,” Markus spoke as he pushed himself away from the counter. It was hard talking to his daughter anymore. The drift between them had been widening for some time now and it was difficult to get back what had been lost. But it was going to be either now or never if they planned on being some kind of family again. Since it was difficult to take that first meaningful step it was always pushed back one more day. Today was another excuse. Boxes wouldn’t move themselves. “If you want you can wait in here and get a start on putting away things where they need to go.”

Markus left the kitchen, moving through the rooms until he was back outside on the porch. Making sure the door was wide open and that it would stay that way, he moved off the porch and down the stairs to the car. There weren’t too many boxes yet but it was enough to make it feel like too many with how humid the air was and how the ground seemed to cook under his feet. He needed something more than just a beer to make him feel young again these days but he told himself he’d have to wait again. Wait for his daughter to finish school, start up college and end that as well. Dating was just something else he put off. It almost felt as though he were running behind his wife’s back to even think about it. So instead he concentrated on the boxes.

One by one and sometimes two boxes came in at a time. The stairs only seemed to add to their weight as he climbed them up and down multiple times. By the time he had ended, his exertion was obvious in the sweat showing through his shirt. At the very least it was one more thing that was done, one more thing that he didn’t have to worry about. But there was still the night to consider and the many rooms that needed to be filled. The boxes and the furniture that were already here still made everything seem empty but Markus was going to put a happy face on it for the moment and look optimistically toward the future with his daughter.

When the last box was set just inside the door, Markus closed it behind him, locking it. There wasn’t going to be a need to go out tonight. After little searching he found his daughter as he posed the question, “So do you feel like setting your bed up tonight or do you want to wait on that ‘till tomorrow?” Markus already knew his decision. He was going to sleep on his mattress.

“Or if you want to eat first,” he added, “you can call wherever you want. I’ll leave my wallet on the counter.” Markus then opened a few drawers before finding what he was looking for. A phone book that was left behind. He set it on the countertop followed by his wallet as he turned back to lean against the frame of the doorway as he looked at his daughter.

 

[heartofcourage]

Jane felt slightly disappointed when her dad started immediately talking about work and getting everything unpacked. She was trying to bridge the gap between them and it didn’t seem like it was going to be easy. Work was his coping mechanism, one that he would hide behind when he was stress or hurting. He had done that a lot since Mom had died.

“I’ll stay here and unpack.” She said in her soft voice, watching as he left the kitchen.

She turned towards the piles of boxes, looking around in a daze as she wondered where she was going to start next. She pulled open the tape on one and their pots and pans stared back at her. She sighed in a great expel of breath and started her work. She placed them away in the places that they had been kept in their old home.

She also found one of her mother’s old aprons packed into the bottom of the box and she sat on the floor, holding the worn fabric in her hands. She could remember all the times that she’d worn it and it made her smile. She gently placed it away on the counter and got back to work.

She was sweating by the time her dad came back into the kitchen a while later. He looked exhausted and then asked her about setting up her bed tonight. It had been almost two days since she slept in her own bed and she really wanted to get a good night’s sleep, but the look on his face told her that he was tired. She bit her lower lips, weighing her pros and cons.

“I’d like to, but it can wait until tomorrow.” She was willing to meet him halfway. “I put the sheets in your suitcase so we could find them easier.”

She took the phonebook as he fished it out of the counter and his wallet beside it. “Pizza okay?” She asked, looking at him for a moment before she picked up the phone and ordered their dinner.

When she hung up, she looked at her dad who was leaning against the doorway, watching her intently. She use to call those his cop eyes. He would watch every single movement that she made, taking apart each one and questioning about her motive behind each.

“So, I was wondering…” She found it really difficult to talk to him when he looked at her like that. And she hadn’t even done anything wrong! “I was wondering what you would think if I started home schooling for my senior year? I mean, I had a lot of trouble at my old school and I found a really good program online that I could take. I could also get a job and start saving up some money.” It was her way of telling him that she wanted to stay out of trouble and she wanted to make him proud again.

 

[TheGrind]

Markus nodded lightly as his daughter told him she didn’t mind if her bed wasn’t up tonight. He knew it was a lie but he was willing to let it pass just this once. Exhaustion was an incredible thing but he was still able to raise his eyes and listen to Jane when she began talking again. Again he nodded at pizza. Hell, he would’ve nodded at cement as long as it gave him any energy at all.

While she ordered he looked at the house and noticed all the work there was yet to be done. There was no doubt there’d be many weekends he’d be exhausted but anything was better than what would’ve been on his mind instead. Then his daughter spoke up again, stealing his attention.

Almost at once he began to shake his head, “No, you’re not getting a job. Your job now is to go to school. And your school will be the same one everyone else goes to.” There wasn’t an ounce of anger or resentment in his voice, every bad feeling he had was destroyed throughout the day. The only hope of it returning would be a night’s rest and a belly full of something.

Then he casually closed the distance between them, stepping closer toward her, “Besides, you don’t want to be locked up in this house all day all alone. You’re likely to get lonely, or bored, and they both bring trouble.” Markus looked closer at her then, letting a hand rest upon her shoulder before slowly sliding it down the length of her side until it came to a stop at her waist. His other hand came in on the other side of the waist as he leaned in close to her. It almost seemed like he was going to whisper in her ear but instead he kissed her fully on the lips. “Or maybe we’ll see how things go?”

Markus left the ambiguity of the statement ring in the air as he departed her, leaving her standing there alone in the kitchen to think about those options. Perhaps he wasn’t feeling his usual self but a lot had happened, and there was the exhaustion to factor in but when it came down to it he just felt like doing it. As he left her there he went into the other room, sitting on the bench of the old piano that had been left behind. It was one of the few places where he could sit to gather his breath. And to help pass the time he used one finger, testing the strength of each note.

 

[heartofcourage]

Jane sighed deeply as her dad instantly poo-pooed the idea that she’d put forth. Of course, he’d not see things the way she wanted him to. That was just the price to pay for this new life, she thought to herself. Another sigh left her lips as he mentioned her being alone in the house all day and bringing trouble back into their lives. She shook her head, her lips parting to protest until he closed the distance between them.

She glanced down at the hand that rested on her shoulder. She was suddenly aware how close he was to her and she trembled slightly, a flash of an unnamed emotion coursing down her spine as she turned her eyes back to her father. Her mouth grew dry as his hand traced over her soft curves. He grazed along the side of her breast, over the dip of her belly, resting against her waist. His other hand did the same and she parted her lips to speak again, only to find her words stopped by his lips pressing against hers.

She whimpered softly as he kissed her. Not a fatherly kiss at all either, but one that would be shared between two lovers. Then broke the moment and left the kitchen, her heart pounding loudly in her ears as she watched his back disappear. What had just happened, she asked herself, a hand raising to gently touch her lips. She felt a blush rise on her cheeks, a telltale wetness pooling between her thighs that was followed quickly by a rush of shame at feeling the way she did.

She walked into the living room when the sound of a piano began, standing in the doorway to watch her father playing each key. She shivered again at the thought of his hands on her body and she shook her head clear of the images that were playing on her senses as she gathered the strength to speak once more.

“Dad? What just happened back there?” She asked in a soft voice, wondering if he would brush her off or answer her honestly.

 

[TheGrind]

Markus looked up from the keys he was playing as his daughter Jane entered the room, approaching him. A feeling that coursed through him seemed as though it were something other than himself as he stared at his daughter as if for the first time. His hands worked in tandem to close the lid over the keys, the wood against wood sound easily echoing around the room through the lack of anything else. The motion he made was deliberate and was nearly silent in spite of the room’s willingness to echo every sound.

As he looked upon her he saw a new woman. Perhaps it was because he had been alone for so long, the need of another woman to inhabit the same house or something far more sinister that had taken hold but he knew one thing and that was that he wanted the girl who was standing before him. Jane. As he heard her voice he let the panel of wood fall silent over the keys, killing any instinct he would have over playing them again for the moment. Markus moved from the bench and stood, rising slowly toward his daughter; the silence stretching between them through an epoch of time.

His eyes descended upon her, devouring her as though she were something more than his daughter, something less than human. With a simple smile he laid his hands upon her again, his grip pinning her arms to the side. Then with his grip strong on either side of her he leaned toward her, planting another deep kiss against her lips. There was clearly something stronger than his grip, than his lust, which propelled him toward his daughter but it was something he had long been wanting to give into in spite of the memories and thoughts he had previously suppressed. And now that they were alone those thoughts and desires seemed to have been released upon her in spite of his better judgment.

As he held her there in that position his grip became tighter, he held her stronger and kissed her harder than he ever had before. Nothing but pent up desire had come out through him as he pressed forward into his daughter’s mouth, his tongue tasting where it never should have gone. In the moment he was in lust and it was all consuming. His hands slipped from her waist, winding their way around her ass as he pulled her closer. The distance between them were equal to lovers and nothing less as he held her body close to his. Nothing could’ve separated the two until he finally relaxed his hold over her.

Markus looked down to her and spoke, “You’re a grown woman. I think you’ve understood what happened. And what you need to continue to happen if you think you deserve your freedom.” However, Markus knew that he would ultimately take what he coveted whether his daughter wanted it or not.

 

[heartofcourage]

Jane shivered at the way that her father was staring at her when he turned from the piano to give her a once over. She stood there before him, a soft sigh leaving her lips as he stood and slowly made his way towards her, the silence of the room enveloping them in a tense way. She watched him closely as he looked at her, his eyes devouring every inch of her body as if she were something other than his daughter.

The smile that curled his lips made her shiver again and suddenly he was pinning her in place, his hands keeping her there in front of him with a strong grip. She gasped, her eyes widening as she squirmed in reaction. It only tightened his grip around her and she was suddenly pulled against his body and his lips crashed down on hers.

She whimpered, her eyes fluttering close as he pressed onward, his tongue flicking against her lips until she parted them and allowed him access. The soft moan that left her was loud in the quiet of the room, her heart hammering in her chest as her father kissed her in a very inappropriate way. Her mind was screaming at her to turn and run, but there was something that kept her rooted there in his arms.

She gasped against his lips as his hands suddenly found their way to her firm ass, pulling her closer. He was cradling her close, his hands touching her in places that only lovers had before. As the kiss broke, she released the breath that she’d been holding. Her eyes slowly opened to find him still looking down at her as he explained what would happen between them now.

She nibbled on her lower lip, her mind whirring as she tried to figure out what had happened to her dad. This was completely unlike him. Maybe his grief had finally sent him insane?

“Dad, I don’t know that you’re thinking clearly. You can’t do what you’re thinking about doing. I’m your daughter.” She could see by the look in his eyes that it didn’t matter to him who she was. He was going to have her any way possible.

 

[TheGrind]

Markus saw everything through surreal eyes as he kissed his daughter, holding her close. He knew there should’ve been some apprehension about doing what he did but he couldn’t keep himself from progressing. Perhaps it was because of the loss of his wife, maybe he had wanted his daughter this much the entire time, or it might’ve been because nobody would really know. At least they wouldn’t believe. But it wasn’t planned. However, that didn’t mean it wasn’t happening… and anything said wasn’t going to keep it from happening.

He could just imagine what she was thinking. But that’s where his concerns about her thoughts and worries stopped. Markus wasn’t about to let them trespass into reality especially since she hadn’t so much as pushed him away or outright rejected what he’d done. Instead she said something about him not thinking clearly. Jane might’ve been right but who really thought clearly when they had one thing on their mind? When they had one single objective they wanted to achieve?

And of course she was his daughter. That might’ve been one more reason why he wanted her. Without leaving her body his hands moved from her ass, sliding just underneath the belt loops on her jean shorts until his fingers were tripped up by her button and zipper. His hands worked together as they briefly fought with the button on her jean shorts before the tension had been relieved. Then with one finger around one of her jean’s beltloops, he used his other hand to slowly draw down her zipper until it had reached its end.

With little effort he moved both hands to either side of her waist, gripping the top of the jeans she wore and pulled them down over her hips. When they cleared the obstacle he replaced one hand where it had left her ass, allowing the other to climb up underneath the back of her shirt to keep her in place and still. Then he leaned in toward her with another kiss. Another one that lasted too long. Another one that tested the limits of her own desire. And he held it until he delivered the passion he’d been missing for so many months.

“I think we’re both thinking clearly,” he stated simply. But that was the only conclusion he allowed himself to give. Then his hand slipped away from the pressure it was applying on her back as he told her, “Take off your shirt.”

 

[heartofcourage]

His eyes were nearly empty pools of darkness. Jane had never seen such a look in her father’s eyes, but there he was standing before her. She trembled as his hands moved from her ass and along the loops of her shorts until his fingers fumbled with the button that held them fastened to her hips.

“Dad…” She murmured softly as his hand slowly drew the zipper of her fly down until her shorts gaped open, revealing her pink panties to his gaze.

She gasped as he moved his hands to her waist and pulled her shorts down in a firm motion. They cleared her hips, sliding down her long legs until they pooled around her feet. She trembled as his hand moved back to her ass, gripping and massaging the firm flesh before the other started to climb up her spine, tracing beneath her shirt as he kept her firmly in place.

You need to stop this, Jane, she told herself as his lips were suddenly upon hers in an entirely inappropriate kiss. She had to admit as his tongue traced across her lips and caressed her own that he was a fantastic kisser. She whimpered and let her eyes flutter close, her lips moving in time with his own as she returned the passion that he was giving her.

Her hand raised to gently rest against his shoulder, her other hand settling against his waist as she clung to him in the dizzy sensation of desire that was coursing through her. She trembled as the kiss broke and she was left needy and wanting. Opening her eyes, she stared at him as he told her that they were both thinking clearly.

Nibbling on her bottom lip as his hands left her body, she felt a shiver race down her spine as he told her to take off her shirt. If she took it off, that would be it. What they were doing had been inappropriate before, but it would venture into unknown territory after that.

Slowly she lowered her hands to the hem of her shirt and began to pull it over her head. The cloth was bunched in her hands as she stood before him in her pale pink bra and panties, her shorts still pooled around her ankles.

“Is this what you wanted, dad?” She whispered to him, her voice low and soft with desire as he looked her up and down.

 

[TheGrind]

Markus paid her no attention as she offered her fleeting cry of ‘Dad.’ It meant nothing in the moment as he began to undress her, to remove her clothes. And since she was doing nothing to stop him he was going to do nothing to stop himself as those shorts of hers were sent to the ground. The desire that she was showing him was hardly going to slow him down as he felt her hands on his shoulder and waist. He couldn’t stop himself but Jane surely could prevent herself from going further.

Then as they momentarily separated he saw her contemplate her next action. But no part of him expected her to voluntarily give herself up as she had done in that one swift motion. That action told him that there was nothing to hold him back, that there was nothing inside of him that would keep him from acting on what he was feeling. There was no lack of lust for what he saw as he daughter stood in front of him in nothing but a pair of pink panties and a bra.

As she stood there Markus took in the view for himself, letting those seconds tick by. Then he moved toward her, his hand gripping and sliding from her wrist down to her clenched cloth. With the prying of his fingers and the force in his hand he compelled her hands to open, in order to drop her top onto the floor where her shorts had already fallen. His hand gripped hers once he was able, his fingers interlacing between hers.

Then he stepped closer to her, dismissing their distance as he freed both hands. Markus was so close he knew she’d be able to smell the heat of the day and desire coming from his body as his hands traveled up along her back. Then with the expert deftness that only a widowed father could have, he applied his pressure to release her bra from her body. With a flick of the wrist he tossed the fabric to the other side of the room so she’d have to run to recover it should the desire escape her.

With his other hand he left an index finger upon her skin. It slowly wrapped around her bare flesh, crawling up the side of her chest until it had discovered the nipple his eyes had already found. With little pressure he pinched and pulled before leaving it behind. Then down the length of her stomach it traveled until the tight elastic of her panties seemed to stop it. But it wasn’t to be deterred as it slipped between her skin and the fabric, finding the untouched flesh underneath.

Now his eyes bore into hers, those dark pools of his regaining and reflecting no light as his index and middle fingers lined themselves against her slit. Back and forth they gently drew until a sound was emitted throughout the room. A knock coming from the door.

Markus withdrew his hand just as deliberately as he had placed it, licking the tips of his two fingers. “The pizza must be here,” Markus spoke. “Go and pay for it as you are. You remember where the wallet is? On the counter.”

 

[heartofcourage]

Jane shivered as her father stepped towards her, his hand gripping hers and unfolding each of her fingers from the fabric she held before her chest. She gasped as he took it from her and threw it across the room, leaving her extremely vulnerable standing in her new living room with her dad who was acting like anything but her father.

“Dad…” She said again in a trembling voice as he laced his fingers with hers and stepped closer, the heat of his body warming hers.

She trembled again as the heady scent of heat and pure maleness washed over her senses. He made her weak at the knees and that should have disturbed her. But standing there in front of him, everything felt strangely right.

Her bra was soon pulled from her slender frame and tossed across the room with a flick of his wrist. She gasped, the feel of his fingers creeping over her skin as he slowly wrapped them around her bare breast and began to work a pink nipple. With each pinch and pull, she whimpered and sighed, moaning until they left the hard bud and stroked down her belly until her slipped his fingers beneath the band of her panties.

“Daddy, please…” She murmured as his eyes locked on hers and he slowly drew his fingers over her damp slit until a knock sounded at the door.

He was telling her to go pay for the pizza and she barely understood the words. Wallet? Yeah, she remembered where it was and she nodded dumbly as he slowly licked her wet juices from his fingers. She stepped past him, her tight little body wiggling as she grabbed his wallet from the counter and moved back to the door. She glanced over her shoulder at him and sucked in a deep breath, opening the heavy wooden door until she was face to face with a very startled pizza boy.

“Hi. Um…how much do I owe you?” She asked the pimple faced teen as he stared openly at her breasts.

 

[TheGrind]

It was difficult for Markus to tell what was happening but there was little he could do to resist it. Between an overwhelming power compelling him to act out, to do more with his impressionable daughter and the fact that she was just as willing as the dark force inside his head made giving in to both entities that much easier. This wasn’t something Markus had ever considered but now it was embedded in his mind, stuck and festering until that itch would be scratched. But after the itching, would that open an entirely new infection?

Jane’s complaints were washed away as though they had never existed. The near silent pleadings meant nothing to him. All that mattered was that he was satisfying something deep inside him. As she accepted his command, turning to fetch the pizza he watched her until she had left the room and answered the door. The seed had sprouted into a satisfying sapling. Then in the back of his mind he wondered if she had ever been with someone before. Surely she must have. A girl like his Jane had to have had someone.

When he heard speaking in the kitchen, Markus moved from one room to the next. She didn’t have pockets to hide the change and to take care of the pizza. An extra set of hands were sure to help.

Markus came up behind his daughter and wrapped an arm around her, speaking in her ear, “I thought you could use some help.” His right hand palmed her left breast, covering her nipple from view of the teenager across from them. Then his lips caressed her neck, laying a gentle kiss against her soft flesh, his eyes glancing toward their temporary guest. As much as he wanted to remain where he was Markus also wanted to get rid of the delivery guy and send him on his way.

Peeling himself away from his daughter, Markus reached for the exposed pizza box and took it inside, leaving Jane to deal with the rest. Markus set the box on the island countertop calling for his daughter, “Come, Jane. Crawl out of your panties then close the door.”

 

[heartofcourage]

Jane was just reaching for the pizza box when a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to an equally strong body. She gasped, her eyes turning towards her father as the pizza boy looked on with a wide eyed expression. She shivered at the tone of his voice against her ear and a moan left her parted, full lips as his hand closed around her breast, covering her nipple from view.

She wanted to say his name, but in front of this complete stranger she knew that she had to keep his identity a secret. Oh, who was she kidding? The pimply teenager probably already knew.

As the box was pulled away, she was watched as her father moved from her side towards the kitchen, calling for her to crawl out of her panties and close the door. She licked her lips as she turned back to the shocked kid and she gave him a shrug and a nervous smile.

“Keep the change.” She said, pressing the money into his hand and then reaching down to peel her panties down her long legs.

A brief glance in the pizza boy’s direction told her that he was focused on her shaved mound and she let him look for a moment before she shut the door as she’d been told. Scurrying back into the kitchen, her panties balled in her hand, she stared at her dad for a long moment.

“Daddy, you can’t have me do that! It’s a small town and people will talk!” She felt terrified but at the same time strangle aroused. Her thighs were damp with her wetness and her nipples had furled into hard points on her breasts. It was darkly satisfying to know that she was wanted by this man that she had tried so hard to please all of her life.

 

[TheGrind]

Markus took obvious pleasure in seeing his daughter acting out his every command. Even though he knew it made her nervous she still followed the order and he knew then that he would be able to make her do nearly anything. The limits of their newfound relationship would be tested, expanded and abused. And he’d ensure that everyone knew that Jane belonged to him.

His eyes glanced toward the door as she closed it and he saw the shadow of the kid staying longer that he likely would’ve normally. No doubt the shock was still sifting through his system and it would take more than a walk back to his car to shake the belief into his head. But when he saw his daughter return to the kitchen his full attention had refocused onto her.

Jane was standing there with nothing on. The rest of her clothes in the other room and her panties stuck to her hand. She didn’t even seem shy, bashful or embarrassed about her condition. Instead she seemed more concerned about the town uncovering their new secret. At this he smiled.

“You shouldn’t worry about that kid, Jane,” Markus told her comfortingly. “Who will believe a story from some teenage kid about opening a door to a new house and finding a man’s daughter standing naked with money in hand?” Then he took the wallet and set it back onto the counter. One could never be too safe. “Your secret is secure.”

Then he reached out his hand to hers, his fingers finding the waistband to her panties as he slowly tugged them free from her hand. When they were in his possession he tossed them onto the hot pizza box and spoke, “Jane. Kneel down in front of me.”

 

[heartofcourage]

Jane let him pull the panties from her hand, watching as he tossed them on top of the pizza box that had been placed on the counter. It was very obvious that he wasn’t interested in pizza and the way that he looked at her most definitely made her hot and wet.

But this was all so wrong! He was her father…and a grieving widower at that. She knew that her parents had enjoyed a healthy sex life until he mother had been ill, but surely he didn’t expect her to take over that role in his life as well. There were so many questions that she wanted to ask him, but they died on her lips when he told her to kneel in front of him.

She gulped, her eyes growing wide at the command. She started to shake her head and stopped at the look on his face. It hadn’t been a question. It had been a command. Ever so slowly, she kneeled on the ground before him, her knees making the old wooden floor creak as she looked up at her father.

“Daddy…why are you doing this?” She asked him, simply wanting an answer to her father’s madness.

 

[TheGrind]

Markus watched his daughter’s thoughtful reaction to every move he made. The girl seemed so conflicted with everything. But that wasn’t his problem anymore. He was still there to take care of her but it wasn’t in the way he had taken care of her every day before this one. His daughter was just that, his. And she was going to be protected and used just like anything he considered his.

As she kneeled down, finally posing her question Markus held her gaze against his own. One foot aided the other in crawling out of the boots he wore followed by the socks. The next would’ve been the rest of his clothes but he knew he couldn’t leave her lingering for long.

“Don’t you want this, Jane?” he asked her. “I could tell by your kiss and the feel of your pussy against my hand that you don’t want to deny either of us of what we need.” With a gentle smile he reached a hand down toward her, cupping her cheek gently as he ended. “You can do this Jane,” his hand rose above her cheek, his fingers threading their way once through her hair before his hand was returned to him.

Then he unbuttoned his pants with the zipper following. With hands on waist of the pants he pulled both those and his boxers to the floor, revealing himself to his only daughter. There were only a few minor moves to kick his pants away but nevertheless he was standing before her, presenting the thing which had very well created her.

Markus’ hand went to her head again, his hand in her hair as he gripped it gently. It was enough to show that he was there, and enough to hold her still should she suddenly spawn a rebellious nerve. “Take me into your mouth, Jane. Be a good girl.”

 

[heartofcourage]

He was seducing her, making her want something that she had never considered in her entire life. This her father, the man that had given her life, and he was carefully seducing her. Then he smiled at her. Something in her belly clenched tightly. He hadn’t smiled at her in so long…

Jane sighed as he cupped her cheek, gently caressing her as he told her that she could do this. He wanted her to do this. She wanted to make him happy and see that smile more and more. She loved him and the simple way that he encouraged her made her feel so much better.

She watched as he unbuttoned his pants, the zipper pulled slowly down. It almost seemed in slow motion that he pulled his pants and boxers down, his hard cock bouncing free. She let out a gasp, her eyes widening at the heavy phallus that was bobbing in front of her eyes. It truly did make her mouth water.

Slowly her eyes looked up towards his and she trembled as his hand settled in her hair, gripping it between his fingers as he told her to take him into her mouth. He wanted her to be a good girl. She nodded and leaned forward, her lips touching the tip of his cock.

The salty taste of precum coated her lips and she let out a moan, his fingers flexing through her tresses. She whimpered as her lips slowly traced down the length of his cock, her tongue swirling patterns along the sensitive skin.

 

[TheGrind]

As Markus dropped his clothes he took careful consideration of his daughter’s reaction. Jane seemed to want it, perhaps even more than he had. Whatever intentions she had, to see a smile or pure lust it didn’t matter as long as he was able to steal what he wanted from her. And it was something he’d knew he’d crave more every time he had it.

The nod she gave him told him all he needed to know. She’d be his willing thing and after the last hour of the night he doubted there wasn’t anything she would do for him. Not that she’d be free to make her own choices anymore. Those breasts, that mouth, that pussy. It was always going to be waiting for him.

There was no returning after he felt her lips brushing against his cock. There wouldn’t even be an awkward morning. This was going the be the way things were going to be from now on. No amount of spin or elaborate excuses would be able to explain what they were doing together. And he wasn’t going to allow it.

The feel of her tongue moving down the length of his cock was enough to tell him that there was no other reality than this one. As she moved farther down his hands gripped her hair, holding her still. Then he pulled her harder, deeper onto his cock as he forced himself toward her throat. Markus held her in position for five seconds, then ten before relaxing his grip so she could find some air. But that moment’s allowance was all he gave as he pulled hard on her hair again, attempting no less than to gag his daughter. Ten seconds passed this time… then fifteen before he finally relaxed his hold over her so she could find a breath without the taste of him on her tongue.

As he removed his hands from her hair a few strands stuck to his sweating palms until he brought his hands to his side, “Bend over, Jane. I don’t care over what. Just find something and do it.”

 

[heartofcourage]

Jane let out a sigh as she felt his fingers tangle tighter in her hair, holding her head still. She flicked her eyes up towards his and found a determined look upon his face. It was the look of a man that wanted to fuck her and he was going to do it his own way. She shivered, moaning softly as his strong hands started to tug on her long, dark hair.

A whimper escaped her throat as she was pulled hard onto his cock, the tip of his shaft bumping against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, her hands raising to rest against his thighs as he held her there for an eternity before allowing her off to breath.

She was gasping for air, her eyes tearing up as she looked up towards him for mercy. There wasn’t any. This was about his pleasure. She thought about calling out his name, but her voice was a soft croak and before she knew it, his fingers were pulling her back onto that thick shaft.

Another startled cry left her lips as he pulled hard again, another gag passing her throat as he made her wait longer this time, her fingers curling against his thighs as she struggled to not push him again. She whimpered and moan, drool falling down her chin before his fingers finally set her free to breathe.

“Dad…” She was cut off as he told her to bend over something. The order was clear and she was to do it or face the consequences. “Yes, sir.”

She scrambled to her feet, her eyes falling on the first flat object. The kitchen table was large and sturdy, the surface polished wood that felt cold under her belly as she stretched her frame across the top of it. Her pussy winked at him from between her thighs, the juices that gathered there glistening in the dull light of the room.

 

[TheGrind]

The sound of his daughter gagging on his cock only encouraged him to hold her there longer. There were no other sounds in the room and the wind was as still as the dark sky. Everything was amplified. And with every sound Jane made while kneeling on the floor, her lips folded around her father, it made him want her more. The girl was so willing and this had become an opportunity he couldn’t let slip by.

When she spoke at last he caught the sight of drool lingering from her lip before she gave in and headed off in agreement to find a place. At the rate things had gone he half expected her to grab her ankles and lean against the lower cabinets. But to see his naked daughter running off to find a place to bend over for him was all he needed to reaffirm his decision to let her find a place on her own. Even luckier, she didn’t have to go far.

Markus moved across the room as he came upon Jane. Her bare ass was noticeable until he was lined up well enough to see her pussy between her legs. At this point he didn’t have to guess if she were ready for him. He’d felt it before.

After he’d come close enough his hand formed against her inner thigh, rising until his hand came into contact with her pussy. There was nothing to shield it now, not a piece of clothing nor were there going to be anymore interruptions. However there was something he had to fix. Withdrawing his hand from between her legs he returned it to the small of her back, as he used one of his feet to swipe at her ankles in order to get her legs to spread farther apart.

Both hands settled on her hips, pulling her toward him even if the friction of her skin on wood would be the most comfortable. Jane was his and he was positioning her how he wanted to take her.

There were no words that followed. Orders were gone for the moment now that she was where he wanted her. He wasn’t going to tell her to look at him and he wasn’t going to ask if she were ready for the eternal change in their relationship. Still holding her hips with a tight grip he laid his cock against her pussy. The contact was enough to entice him to advance and he began pushing his way inside his daughter.

 

[heartofcourage]

Jane gasped as she felt her father’s hand on her naked inner thigh, sliding up her bare skin until he cupped her pussy. She let out a whine, panting for breath as he slid his fingers through her pussy lips before he pressed against the small of her back.

When his foot swiped at her ankles, pushing them further apart, she realized just how incredibly exposed she was to him. Her moan made her blush, cheeks burning red as his hands settled upon her hips. This shouldn’t be happening. She had to stop this…but it was exciting in a wrong sort of way.

“Oh!” She gasped as he pulled her towards him, her body sliding across the wooden table top until her hips were positioned just right.

The sound of her panting filled the room, the only noise as his fingers gripped her skin tightly, his cock pressing against her pussy. She moaned softly, her fingers curling against the table as he slowly started to push his way inside her body.

“Daddy…” She whispered softly, another softly cry leaving her dry lips as his hard shaft pushed its way through her folds, making her feel every single bit of him as he took her body in a way that only a few lovers had before.

 

[TheGrind]

As she moaned Markus allowed a grin to spread across his face. Any conflicting emotions had given away to pure darkened lust as he heard that sound escape his daughter’s lips. And even then he’d barely touched her. The silence in the room only made everything else seem louder than what it really was. The moan, their breathing, everything was enhanced.

“What, Jane?” he spoke to her after she softly called him. And it was put in the same way he had said it a thousand times before, as though he didn’t have his daughter stripped bare and bent over the table. Maruks didn’t expect a real answer and anyway, he was too busy pounding the flesh primed for him on the table.

One hand held her still while the other left her briefly only to come crashing back down against the side of her ass. A large red handprint was left behind as he peeled his palm away from her skin. The slap even made his hand tingle as it had briefly bathed the room in thunder before it struck her like lightning. His hand reaffirmed its grip on her hip to keep her from struggling away if she had suddenly found the means with which to disobey him.

At the same time his hips worked against hers, his cock driving a little deeper with every thrust. When he drove himself completely inside her he held himself there, proving his possession over her. With his hands on her back and his hips full against hers there was nowhere for her to go, no way to change her mind, that is if she had any thoughts at all. And all that was left was for him to fuck his daughter as she laid there for him. There wasn’t even the question of protection or the hint of caring.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Harder!” She moaned as he asked her what she wanted. Jane was surprised as the word left her lips, her brain throwing it out there before she even truly thought about what she was saying.

She whimpered as she felt his hips thrusting hard against her ass, her youthful flesh jiggling with each punishing blow. She was in heaven and hell at the same time and she wondered how in the world that had happened. Why was her father fucking her on their kitchen table? Why was she allowing her father to fuck her? Nothing about her thoughts made sense.

CRACK! A sharp cry issued from her lips as his hand slapped harshly against her flesh, her ass jiggling from the force and a handprint quickly forming on her pale skin. She was ashamed when the slap caused her pussy to grow even wetter, her juices dripping from around his cock to trickle down her thighs.

“Ohh!” She moaned as she felt his cock drive hard into her body, his strong chest pressing against her body as he pinned her to the table. “Daddy…please…”

She was begging him in a way that she never had in her life. She wanted him to move, to finish fucking her. She flushed bright red at the thought and glanced over her shoulder at the man that looked so much like her. She was panting, her black hair plastered to her forehead and neck as he looked upon her with a look of complete possession.