Our Family

I wake up and my mattress is covered in blood. Great, it's that time again. I get up and rush to my washroom. I throw out my sheets and retrieve new ones. I take a shower and brush out my hair. My stomach hurts like a motherfucker, ugh like seriously right now I could punch a fucking wall. I put on my Batman pyjamas and walk downstairs with a blanket wrapped around me. I lye down on my dad who's sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Someone's tired." My dad comments, I sigh.

"I'm not tired, my stomach just hurts like a bitch." I whine.

"Oh poor babygirl, so does that mean today's a pyjama day?" He asks rubbing my belly.

"Yes daddy, I'm not going anywhere."

"I love it when you call me that."

He gently sits me up on his lap and looks me in the eyes. His breaths are soft and heavy, the warm air hits my face from just an inch away. He looks at me like he's going to say something, but the words don't form, he just stares deciding on whether to speak or not. I try to keep his stare, but I keep glancing down at his perfect soft lips. I bite my bottom lip and quit the staring war by looking down at his hand, which is slowly creeping up to my thigh. I feel frozen, like moving will cause a disruption or something. After a few more seconds, my dad looks away and takes his hand back.

"I'm going to make breakfast. You want pancakes? I want pancakes." He says as he stands up. I give a little nod and he goes to the kitchen to start on breakfast.

What was all that about? He has never done something like that before. Sure he has his moments that I feel is completely accidental, like Monday with me sitting on his lap, but this was something different. He stared at me for at least two minutes straight, it was both intimidating and hot. I've learned that I'm fucked up and it's okay to have these thoughts about my dad, I'm a teen I can't help it, but I'm not wrong about the staring. Something's changed and I'm going to find out soon.



After breakfast, my dad and me started to watch cartoons, but I can't get my mind off of what happened earlier, I need to ask.

"Dad were you gonna say something earlier?" I ask and he looks at me like I've just caught onto something.

"Earlier? Yeah, uh after next week, you're off grounding." He says but I don't believe it for a minute.

"So you don't feel like talking about it." I state and he nods.

Could he have the same feelings as I do? No, he has mom and he knows it's wrong. Why would he want to fuck his sixteen year old daughter? But what if he did? What if he feels the same as me and is scared and worried about it? Whatever, if he doesn't want to tell me, I'm going to find out anyways. I get up from my spot in my dad's arms on the couch, and walk to the front door.

"Where are you going?" My dad asks. I go through my pockets and grab a smoke and my lighter.

"Outside for a breather." I say and walk outside.

I probably shouldn't be outside in my pyjamas because it's like three in the afternoon now, but I don't give a fuck. I light my cig and take a nice long drag. My dad doesn't know that I smoke yet. My mom caught me once and said that if she caught me again that I would be grounded for a month. It's ridiculous because she smokes all the time, she's just a hypocrite. I don't really know how my dad would feel if he found out I smoke, I hope he's not like mom. I finished my smoke and walk back into the house. My dad stares at me as I walk in. He walks towards me and smells the scent of tobacco on me.

"You should have told me you were going out for a smoke, I would have went with." He says, another reason why I love my dad.

"Sorry." I mutter as he walks closer and closer towards me.

He backs me up to the door and places his hands on my waist. Is this actually happening? He leans in having our nose slightly rub each other's and stares directly into my eyes. Our lips are less than half an inch away and I can feel my mouth getting closer to his. This is wrong, I have a boyfriend, and this would be wrong because he's my dad of course. But the things that feel so right slice through the things seen as wrong. My dad kisses me and I kiss back. His tongue pleas for an entry and I allow it. He pulls me closer to his body and I jump onto him, wrapping my limps around his tall slim body. He carries me upstairs to his room and lays me down on the bed. He hovers on top of me and continues to kiss me as he rubs my inner thigh. I feel as his hand moves up my thigh, I move his hand up closer to my chest, but he keeps putting it back down. I move away from him and he stares blankly at me.

"Uh is that what's been on your mind?" I ask, I'm not really sure how to react to all of this. I love it but I'm ashamed.

"Lily, I know it's wrong, but I don't really know what to say." He says. I nod in understanding and he pulls me closer to him. "I love you as a daughter, but part of me wants more of you."

"I've felt the same, I just didn't want to say anything because it's wrong to feel this way, you're my daddy."

"And you're my babygirl, but I'm done hiding my feelings."

"But dad, this'll ruin you if people find out."

"Let this be our dirty little secret."

"I have to go get started on my homework." I remove myself from his arms and escape to my room, still no door.

I'm a terrible person. I just cheated on my boyfriend who's also my best friend with my dad. I need therapy, there's something definitely wrong with me now, but part of me thinks otherwise. I love Jack, but I love my dad more. I want my daddy the way he wants me, and part of me is determined to keep his affection.

Notes

Sorry it's so short guys

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