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~Chapter 2~
Looking back four years, 18 year old Sarah was back in her father’s house. Her parents had just broken up the weekend beforehand. Sarah was carrying the last of his things up to her father’s new house from the pile her mother had left at the base of his driveway. “Hey Honey” called her father, Owen McAllystar, with grief laden eyes as he opened the front door.
“Hi Daddy” Sarah replied “I’m sorry you had to move out” she said taking a look at her modest surroundings; a kitchen, living room, bathroom and bedroom. She put the boxes down on the shag carpet and looked back at her Dad. Owen was fidgeting with a crack in the dining room table. Sarah went back for another armful of boxes.
When she returned Sarah dropped the boxes beside the others and went to stand beside her father. “Dad… it’s not your fault.” He looked up from the table and into his little girl’s eyes. He had never considered that it wasn’t his fault Emily had left him. Feeling inferior, Owen had come to accept that Malcolm was the better man, and that she deserved better. Who was he to hold her back? “Mom told me she had been seeing Malcolm for the past month… She is such a bitch Dad! She broke our family, not you.” Sarah spat her voice wavering. “Don’t talk about your mother that way Sarah” he said gruffly. Owen slowly walked over to his bedroom and closed the door behind him.
‘I hope every weekend isn’t like this’ Sarah thought to herself regaining composure. I can’t stand seeing Dad so beat up while Mom has happily moved on. Sarah was starving, time to make lunch. Un-peeling the individually wrapped pieces of plastic cheese Sarah placed them on hamburger bus and put them on the frying pan. ‘It must be horrible to live like this’ she thought.
“Lunch is ready” she called and her father shuffled back into the room. He took his plate and sat down. Silently they both ate their grilled cheese sandwiches. Owen’s shoulders started to shake as his head bowed down. “Your mother has never made me a grilled cheese sandwich. Not in 18 years Sarah.” Feeling uncomfortable with her father’s vulnerability she mumbled “Well it can’t be that good”. He let out a bark of laughter that looked painful and wiped his eyes.
Finishing her lunch Sarah went to start unpacking her father’s boxes. Placing family photos on the book shelf Sarah noticed he had not kept any with her mother in them. Breakups must me rough she thought to herself, never having been in a relationship before. Reaching up Sarah put a framed photo of her and her father fishing on the top shelf. Stretching up with her arms and curving her back so that she could reach.
“At least I did one thing right” said Owen. “I raised a beautiful daughter” he boasted with sad eyes, and touched the smooth curve of her hip. Sarah blushed deeply and felt the warmth of his hand oddly comforting. They broke away and both felt unnerved about that slightest touch. Sarah went back to unpacking as her father unpacked a box of clothes into his dresser.
Later that night Sarah was in the washroom brushing her long black hair. Owen walked into the washroom ready to brush his teeth as he saw her standing there. “I’ve always said you had my hair” he sighed “Nice, thick, black hair. Black as a raven” he said mesmerized, his fingers weaving through her silky strands. It was as if he was in a trance, and yet she couldn’t move. Sarah gazed into his eyes and found a longing there that she recognized in herself. To be fragile, and alone.
Sarah stood on the tips of her toes and kissed her father. He was shocked, freezing on the spot. Sarah reached up and cradled his neck deepening the kiss. Owen placed his hands on her lower back and pulled her closer, their chests now touching. She let out a soft moan as he lifted her onto the counter. As Owen lightly bit Sarah’s lower lip she gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Squeezing she drew them closer. Feeling her father’s hardness pressing against her Sarah pulled away breathing heavily.
Owen took a step back, his eyes became clear and he looked over at his daughter disheveled on the bathroom counter. “Oh my god… Sarah. I am so sorry. What have I done?” he scolded and his hands nervously flew to his head. Sarah looked up and her eyes danced across his “That was amazing”. Taken aback Owen looked at his daughter with confusion. “Daddy… that felt so good. Please don’t be upset”.
“But it’s not right baby girl, we aren’t supposed to do those things together” he said sternly. “Why not?” she asked eagerly. “Well, it’s frowned upon by society. Fathers and daughters are not meant to become partners; to react to each other sexually. There are many cases of incest that result in the creation of a deformed or unhealthy child.” He listed off in a concerned tone while pacing the bathroom floor.
“But we can be careful daddy. I'm on the pill… We can be safe.” Sarah said looking up at her father with hopeful eyes. “I don’t know what to think of this. Go to bed.” he finished and left the room.
All was quiet in the house. Sarah couldn’t sleep. She rearranged her pillow and moved to lay on her side. The couch wasn’t very comfortable, and her mind would not stop spinning from what happened earlier. Feeling her father put his arms around her, pulling her close… Making her feel things she had never experienced before.
Sure there were a couple of boys at school that peaked her interest, but they are all so immature. Emotionally stunted. With Owen she sensed a deeper connection. One out of a need for comfort, and companionship; understanding.
Sarah turned her head to face the pillow. She closed her eyes and pictured her father. Broken, vulnerable, and alluring. Sarah cupped the back of the pillow softly with her hand. Taking in a shaky breath she brought her lips to the fabric. Slowly and gently she kissed her father once more. Reaching a hand down between her thighs she felt herself growing wet for him. Applying more pressure Sarah moaned and bit the fabric to keep quiet. Her fingers traced her warm, damp lips through her pajama bottoms as she began to kiss more passionately.
Reaching her hand underneath Sarah felt herself grow desperate. Slipping one finger in she felt her walls clench, welcoming her. Breathing heavily she swirled her finger around and moaned softly into the pillow. Picking up speed Sarah added another finger and reached as deeply as she could, hitting that pleasure spot that has never let her down. Shaking in ecstasy she groaned into the pillow.
