2 comments/ 138006 views/ 11 favorites Butterfly Kisses Ch. 01 By: velvetpie :: Monica :: I pulled the truck into the driveway and doused the lights, letting the ignition idle into silence. Night had long since fallen and my childhood home rose like a soulless specter, deftly limned in the moonlight. I sat quietly, watching the shapes of clouds move over the landscape and wondered if they were portents of what was to come. It had been nearly five years since I'd left this house, since I'd run screaming and crying down the flagstone path and escaped my father's heavy hand. I had been six days from turning eighteen and I was determined to be with Jorge Arias, my 28-year old boyfriend. Of course, my parents didn't agree; I was much too young, they said. I didn't understand what 'love' was all about and I needed to slow down and take my time. I didn't want to take any time. I wanted Jorge and I wanted him now. After returning home later from a date, my clothing mussed, my father issued an edict. There were to be no more dates with Jorge. The next ten minutes of my life were a blur. I don't remember what I said. I just remember the bright heat of anger searing my brain and tears that clogged my throat as I argued with him. And then, I made that momentous decision: I left. I burst out of the screen door and ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I had never returned home. Until now. Foolishly, I had married Jorge and had been living with him in Mexico, thinking that I had a charmed life. My father was right. I knew nothing. Five years, two miscarriages and a broken arm later, I decided to leave him, fleeing in a sixteen-year old truck with only a small suitcase of clothes and a few photographs. His latest mistress, now pregnant with the son I was unable to have, told me that he was planning on having me killed so that they could collect the life insurance proceeds. I immediately quit my job, cancelled the policy, warning them of what I'd been told and decided to come back home. I drove almost without stopping, with the exception of getting gas, worried that every pair of headlights moving up behind me was Jorge and his brother, Juan, coming to get me. So here I sat, stuck between the past and the present, wondering if there was a future. It was possible that my father wouldn't accept me back. With no money, where could I go? I raised a hand to the chilly glass, looking up at the dark window of my parents' bedroom. So close and yet so far. I just couldn't convince myself to leave the car, my fears of rejection so strong that I couldn't stop sobbing. I was so tired. So tired of driving and running. I just wanted to rest. I pushed the lock buttons down and slipped the seat belt off, stretching out on the front seat. Maybe tomorrow I could face him but not tonight. I was just too tired. Just too tired … :: Andrew :: Another day dawned and unfortunately, I opened my eyes, angry that God hadn't answered my prayers. I was still alive. Breath still filled my lungs and blood still pumped through my body. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying to keep the tears from falling. Since this happened every day, I knew that I couldn't stop and I just sobbed for five minutes, feeling like a petulant, angry child. I hated God. Why did he have to leave me like this? No wife, no daughter, no grandchildren. Just a huge house in which the ghosts of my family padded around me like raindrops on a tin roof and a knee that swelled up like clockwork. I swung my legs out of the bed, scratching around my piss hard-on as I stumbled off toward the bathroom, then headed down the stairs, aching for a cup of coffee. I noticed the truck when I crossed through the living room and I grabbed the shotgun from behind the door, opening the front door and slowly approaching the vehicle. There was someone in the front seat but all I could see were two long, tanned legs and a wild mass of dark chestnut curls. Inching forward, I used the muzzle of the gun to tap on the window and quickly stepped back as the person jerked up, smoothing the hair back from the face. I nearly dropped the weapon when the almost identical features of my wife stared back at me and our eyes met as she opened the door, hers filling with tears. "Hi, Daddy." Butterfly Kisses Ch. 02 :: Andrew :: "Nica?" My daughter climbed out of the truck and I was galvanized by her appearance. When she'd left, she'd been all poise and promise and now, she was disappointment and depression. Her sunken eyes and shy eyes told me a story whose details I was sure would break my heart. I couldn't do anything except open my arms to her and we just embraced for several minutes, both of us sobbing. I pushed her back and gazed into her face, wiping away the tear streaks. "I'm sorry, Daddy. You were right. I didn't know anything. I'm so sorry!" "Sshh! We'll talk about that later, Nica. Now, are you here to stay?" Her bottom lip started trembling again and I just hugged her to me, upset to see the way her tears came so easily. "All right. Why don't we do this? I'll get your bags and you go upstairs and take a long, hot shower. I'll make us some breakfast. Would you like that?" She shook her head against my chest and I reluctantly let her go, giving her a gentle push toward the door. I watched as she moved slowly, stumbling over the broken bottom step and disappeared inside and I turned to the truck, balancing the gun against the side panel. I was very surprised to find only one small suitcase and a purse. My curiosity got the best of me and I found myself sitting in the front seat, poking through her things. The purse held nothing but a few quarters and her driver's license and the suitcase held clothing, not much but what she had was neat and clean. And tucked into the side were three pictures, one of me, one of me and Gloria, my deceased wife and one of the three of us. I couldn't help crying. The photos brought back memories, memories of happier times and I desperately wanted to go back to those times. I replaced the pictures, closed the suitcase and brought her meager belongings into the house. Gloria had insisted that we leave Monica's room just as it was when we left and I stepped back in time when I set the suitcase on her bed. She'd left her shoes in the middle of the floor and I had to smile as I tripped over them. Just like old times. I picked them up and set them to the side, heading down the hall toward the bathroom. I grabbed a thick towel from the closet and a canister of baby powder and knocked lightly on the door. "Yeah?" "I brought you a towel and some powder, honey. Can I bring them in?" "Yeah, Daddy. It's okay." The scent of roses tripped my memory again and I inhaled deeply, setting the towel and powder on the counter. I turned to leave and caught a beautiful sight. Monica hadn't pulled the entire shower curtain around the tub and I stood transfixed, gazing at her young adult body. When she'd left, she was flat-chested and thick. Obviously, she was a late bloomer because her body had blossomed wonderfully. Her breasts were full and tipped with dark rosy nipples that made my mouth water and her tiny waist flared out into wide hips and a strip of dark brown pubic hair hid the lips of her sex. My cock awoke with a vengeance, trying to poke through the fabric of my shorts and embarrassment flamed my cheeks. I rushed back through the door, slamming it behind me and flung myself against the opposite wall, gasping for breath and red-faced with shame. My long-lost daughter had just come back home and here I was, thinking about her beautiful body! What the hell was wrong with me? :: Monica :: I knew that he'd seen me but I didn't move. I couldn't. Something inside me wanted him to see me and heat made my cheeks hot. I couldn't tell him the real reason that my marriage had failed. I couldn't tell him the real reason I ran away. I was in love with my dad. Jorge had caught my heart because he closely resembled Dad but he wasn't close enough. My father was about 6' 2", maybe 200 pounds and nothing but muscle and sinew. I remember when I left, he was thicker and heavier than that. It seemed like Mom's death had taken a lot out of him physically and maybe mentally as well. I know that he didn't want me to see but I saw a lot of pain in his usually clear green eyes. It was those eyes that I'd fallen in love with and I could remember the first time I had those feelings. I was fifteen and I had mono at the time and since Mom had to go to work, Dad stayed home with me. I remembered his thick palm and callused fingers tracing my fevered flesh and the gentle kisses that he pressed to my cheeks and brow. I absolutely knew that I loved my father but the Senior Homecoming dance cemented my feelings. I came downstairs in my cream-colored dress and paraded for my parents, smiling as they told me how beautiful I looked. When Mom went back to watch TV, my father gave me a small wad of money and gave me a kiss on the mouth, telling me to have a good time. That kiss changed my life. The feeling of my father's lips on mine made my stomach twist into knots and I suddenly didn't want to go to the dance. I thought I saw something in his eyes as well but it was gone so quickly that I wondered if I had really seen it. But when I looked back at him, I knew that it was real. I heard him rush out and stepped under the jets of water, twisting the hot water off and shivering under the cold water. I had too much baggage to even think about my attraction to my father. I was still worried about Jorge. I didn't think he'd let me go easily and I was terrified that he'd do something to my father in retaliation. I stepped out of the shower, toweled off and put my pajamas on, surprised that I still fit them. My heart pounding in my ears, I headed down the stairs. Butterfly Kisses Ch. 03 :: Monica :: I almost wept at the once-familiar smells of his famous cheese potatoes when I entered the kitchen. Mom and I had always loved when Daddy made breakfast because of them. He smiled at me when I came down and I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured myself a glass of orange juice, sitting at the table. We didn't speak. I just listened to the sounds of him cooking, sipping my juice and enjoying the atmosphere. "Grab us some plates, will you?" I got two plates from the cabinet and held them as he spooned scrambled eggs, potatoes and sausage links onto them, then set them on the table. Dad sat down as I put a fork, knife and napkin in front of him and we dug in, the only noises being those of us enjoying the meal. I got up once to get the juice and filled his glass and mine again, then got up a second time to put the plates in the sink. "So tell me." I sighed heavily, knowing that this was coming but still unready to tell him. But I told him. In between anger and tears, I unraveled the story of my life, trying not to look at him as I wove my tale of woe. I moved swiftly through the exciting times of being free and traveling with my lover, the painful times of my miscarriages and the heartbreaking times of being cuckolded by my husband's mistress. "I left with what I could pack in fifteen minutes and I don't have any money, Daddy. He took my last paycheck before I left. He said that I owed it to him for putting up with my shit." I couldn't help crying. I was partially reliving the moment and I was angry at myself for allowing it to happen. "He left the house and went to her. He gave her my money." I was empty. I had no more words and just sat silently, letting the tears fall while he digested the information. He got up and went to the window above the sink, pulling down an ice blue and gray cup that I had made in fourth grade. Without a word, he handed it to me and my eyes bulged when I saw the thick wad of money nestled inside. "Mom and I have been saving this for you since you left. We thought that if you ever returned, you might need it." :: Andrew :: I set the cup in front of her and watched her face crumble into tears. I held her hand while she cried, desperately trying to hide my own tears over her words. My baby had suffered two miscarriages. Two grandchildren that I might have been welcoming into my home. My heart was bleeding. "I can't take this, Daddy." "Why?" "I don't deserve it. I've fucked up so bad … " "That doesn't matter, Nica. You're still my daughter. Mom felt the same way. We love you no matter what." "Oh, Daddy!" She threw herself into my arms and I pulled her into my lap, rubbing her back gently. I felt her hot tears on my neck and I found myself rocking her like I used to do when she was a child, except that my cock was hardening under her apple round ass. She lifted her head and our lips met unexpectedly. A lightning bolt zapped my genitals and I gasped, unwittingly allowing her soft, silky tongue to enter my mouth. "Nica!" The expression on her face was one of absolute horror. She jumped off of my lap, her eyes filling with tears. "I-I'm sorry!" Before I had a chance to respond, she ran off and I heard the screen door snap behind her. Part of me was happy that she'd gone because I wasn't quite sure of what I'd say to her. My cock was as hard as the marble counter, throbbing like a sexual heartbeat and I made my way up the stairs, heading for the bathroom. I yanked my pants down, taking my thick pole in hand and giving it a few hard strokes. I closed my eyes and was momentarily horrified when my daughter's sweet face popped into my mind. Another tingle moved through me and I shivered, moving my fingers down over the thick head, collecting the slick pre-cum and rubbing it over my sensitive stalk. I tried to think about Gloria but nothing took the place of that kiss. I relived every second of it, my fist tightly wrapped around my rod as I remembered the softness of her mouth and the way she softly whimpered when our tongues connected. When I came, I nearly shouted, my entire body possessed by her vision. It had been years since I'd cum that hard and as I cupped the pool of my semen, I knew that I was definitely in trouble. Butterfly Kisses Ch. 04 :: Monica :: What have I done? I felt numb and sick as I slid down the trunk of the tree, my mind buzzing and my body trembling. I had kissed my father. And liked it! Oh, who am I trying to kid? My pussy was so wet that my panties were sticking in my crotch. Just the smell of his aftershave made my nipples tingle. Jorge had never made me feel like that. And I wanted more. But it was wrong, wasn't it? It was incest and that was morally wrong. That much I knew. But what to do with my feelings? I took a deep breath as I recalled the look on his face and the tone of his voice. He had been as surprised as I was and I knew he shared my feelings. I knew because there was no mistaking the hardness of his cock rubbing against my ass crack but what was I going to do about it? I didn't want him to feel pity for me. I wanted him to want me because he loved me as much as I loved him. I had to go home. I knew that whatever was going to happen, I had to face him. He might throw me out of the house, sure, but he might also welcome me into his arms. I would never know if I didn't talk to him. Terrified beyond belief, I pulled myself up and headed back to the house. Dad wasn't in the kitchen, where I had expected him to be and I climbed the stairs, calling his name and received no answer. I found him in his bedroom, crying as he stared out the window at the tree that I had been sitting under. "Daddy?" I sat down next to him, putting my hand over his and looking at his face. "Why are you crying?" "I'm so ashamed." "Why? I'm the one who kissed you." "But I wanted it." He turned to me and his beautiful eyes continued to fill with tears. "And God help me, I still want it." "So do I, Daddy." Suddenly, all the worries I'd had went up in a puff of smoke and I got on my knees beside him, taking his face in my hands and gazing into his eyes. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and leaned forward. :: Andrew :: My entire body shook as her lips touched mine again. Again, my brain reminded me that she was my daughter but the deep-seated lust and the undeniable connection reminded me that all that was happening was real, that the feelings I felt for my daughter were real. I fought with myself as her tongue softly traced the outlines of my mouth. She was waiting for me to respond, I knew, but I still couldn't bring myself to do it, no matter how hard my cock was. I grasped her arms and set her back from me, breaking our kiss. "Nica, we have to talk first." "Why? You'll only end up saying no." She was right. Her kiss was wonderful until I started thinking about what we were doing. "But Nica, I'm your father." "Remember Homecoming?" My stomach twisted into knots. I remembered her Homecoming and the kiss that I gave her before she left. I felt the same way then as I did now when we kissed, as if I'd been struck by lightning. "Remember that kiss you gave me before I left?" She moved closer, her eyes moving from mine to my mouth. "You felt it then too, didn't you?" What should I say? She was confusing me so much and I was overwhelmed by the day's events. First, her arrival, then the regeneration of feelings that I'd worked so hard to bury when she left. My strength was failing fast. "Yes." "Did you know that it was the reason I left?" I just glared at her, utterly speechless. "What?" "I couldn't stay in the house with you. It hurt too much. I used to masturbate and imagine what it would be like to be Mom, to be able to touch you whenever I wanted." I shivered as her fingers slid over my bare shoulders and over my furred chest. "To kiss you whenever I wanted." Her warm lips touched the side of my throat and the breath left my lungs. "To make love to you whenever I wanted." She pulled back, her eyes searching mine as she tantalizingly nibbled on her plump bottom lip. "Please, Daddy?" God help me. Butterfly Kisses Ch. 05 :: Monica :: I couldn't believe it when his hand slid behind my neck and I felt his thick fingers slide through my hair. But when he pulled my mouth down to his, I knew it was real. His tongue pushed into my mouth, forcing my lips open and I moaned at the sensation. I loved that he was being the aggressor, that he was letting me know how it was going to be with him. I craved the submission after Jorge always made me do things to him and I think my Dad knew that. He pulled me down onto him and I moaned again, feeling his hard cock rubbing against my already soaked pussy. I wanted him inside me so bad but he had other ideas. We rolled and I found myself on my back, frantically, desperately kissing him while his hand slid up my leg and his fingers dipped into my panties. I groaned and gasped at the same time, trembling uncontrollably as one of his thick fingers slid directly into my pussy. The friction was beyond words and I could do nothing but hold onto him, sucking on his tongue and gasping each time he breached me. "Nica." He whispered, his breath hot in my ear as he laid kisses against my neck, making me shiver. "God, you're so wet." "I can't help it. You're about to make my dream come true." He lifted his head and stared into my eyes, giving me the opportunity to once again be seduced by the beautiful green of his eyes and the lust that boiled within. I shivered again at the depth of the want in his eyes. "I hope I don't fall short … " I put my fingers over his lips, shushing him gently. "You never have." He pressed a kiss to my hand, then gently sucked one of my fingertips into his mouth, making me gasp again. The way his tongue slipped around the tip made me shudder and I imagined what it would feel like curling around my throbbing clit. :: Andrew :: I kept sucking on her finger, desperately trying to keep my urge to fuck her in check. My cock was so hard that it hurt and the innocence in her eyes was driving me crazy. I wanted this to last, for her sake as well as my own and I was having trouble just keeping myself from cumming at the sight of her. I was surprised when she pulled her hand away and sat up, sliding down to her knees at the edge of the bed. Her soft hands traced a path over my pecs and abdomen and she looked up at me, noticing that I was trembling. She kept moving downward until she'd reached the waistband of my jean shorts, her eyes locked onto mine until each button had been popped. I lifted my hips and allowed her to pull the pants off, suddenly shy and ashamed at the size of my cock as it tented my shorts. When she reached for them, I grabbed her wrists. "Nica … " "Let's get the first one out of the way." She licked her lips, glancing down at my covered cock. "Then you can fuck me nice and slow." It took everything I had not to blow right then. I released her wrists and watched with gritted teeth as she peeled my underwear back, smiling in awe as she surveyed my thick, eight inches of cock. Her fingers wrapped around the base and tightened, slowly sliding up and down my sensitive skin. I gasped and moaned as she pumped my flesh, squeezing the head tightly after each stroke to keep me from blowing. When she bent down, I closed my eyes and gasped so hard that my chest hurt. Her warm, wet mouth slid easily over my meat, her tongue whipping into my pee slit to lap up the pre-cum, then moving across the stalk as she deep-throated me. My teeth ached and my fists were cramping from grasping the sheets so tightly but when she swallowed with my cock at the back of her throat, I lost it. I screamed as my balls boiled and my rod exploded in her mouth, coating her tongue and throat with my huge load. My baby girl didn't disappoint me. She swallowed every single drop, holding her mouth over me as I squirted again and again, then cleaning my cock and squeezing the last few drops out like a fine wine she didn't want to go to waste. I shivered and let the blackness take me away.