7 comments/ 41265 views/ 30 favorites Father, Forgive Me Ch. 01 By: Aibhilin Note: All characters are 18 years or older. ***** Jason Wright hurried into his home office, leaving his daughter and wife in the kitchen to prepare their traditional Sunday dinner. He carefully shut the door behind him, even though his large hands shook slightly. He leaned against the door, his breath labored. "Jesus Christ..." He muttered. Did they notice? He glanced down at his pants, still crisp for the weekly pressing his wife gave them before church. The bulge in the dark fabric was large, and Jason winced. Again... God why is this happening...? Damn it, he couldn't control the way his body reacted his eighteen year old daughter. It didn't happen all at once either. It was the combination of glances, smiles, the way she moved when she talked... He had tried to leave them at the door, but Abby had hugged him before he could make his escape. She had pressed her head up under his chin, and her chestnut brown locks had brushed against his chin. Her small frame leaned against his, and let himself relax a moment as he inhaled her scent... Good god, did she always smell so sweet? Panicked, he pulled away and, mumbling an apology, nearly sprinted into his office. The late morning sun poured in through his window as Jason raised the blinds. He ran a hand over his sweaty forehead, and sat down heavily on his desk chair. He heart pounded painfully in his chest, and he let out a quiet groan. The scenes from Church flooded back, warming his body more than the sunlight. Church had been filled to medium capacity. The seats near him and his wife and daughter were blissfully empty as they sat down. Jason shared a book with his Abby, and she sang and read from the words intently, her blue eyes cast down in pious reverence. Jason looked down, reciting the words from memory as he watched her. She was wearing one of his favorite dresses. A white summer dress, speckled with deep purple and pink wildflowers. It made her look young and alive. It also showed off the toned muscle of her leg. His eyes traced up her body as they rose. The thin fabric hugged the soft curve of her breasts. The sunlight streaming in through the high church window had illuminated the peaks of her nipples through her dress. His breath caught in his throat. Why isn't she wearing a bra? Abbey's arm brushed up against his, and even the gentle touch sent a shock up his arm. The sermon washed over him, but every time the word sin reverberated through the high vaulted room, his gaze went to his daughter. The longer the service went, the more he felt like he couldn't breathe. His mind in a haze, he followed along with the singing and praying, his never leaving his daughter for long. As the service mercifully ended, and everyone stood, Abby placed the book back. As she straightened, her small, slender hands went to the hem went to the hem of her dress, and she gently tugged. Jason felt his cock throb, and such a feeling of lust washed through him that his knees became weak. Before Abby or his wife could see, he swiftly turned and made his way through the crowd. When did I start lusting after my daughter? He looked out the window at the clean, crisp summer grass that covered their large backyard. The debris from his daughter's hang out still littered the yard. Water balloon shreds, water pistols, and other toys lay scattered on the grass and the cement patio. Jason smirked, the fatherly sense of disapproval washing over him for a moment. Despite the pile of paperwork, Jason couldn't help but watch them through his window as they played. Her best friend Kathy was certainly more curvaceous, and consequently, more popular with the boys, but as the girls ran through their old sprinkler with only their swimsuits on, Jason's eyes remained on his daughter. He couldn't help himself. She was slim, but her figure filled out the swimsuit well. Everything she did seemed to make him hot all over. The way she tilted her head back to laugh. How she raised her arms over her head as she ran through the sprinkler. The way she lifted her legs to run. His cock throbbed painfully through his shorts, aching to be touched. Shame burned his face as he eased a hand down his stomach, and rested his fingers over the thick bulge. Suddenly one of Abby's friends pointed a finger directly at his open window. Abbey turned, grinned widely, and waved at him from across the yard. As she waved at him, he lifted his hand and waved back. Without realizing it fully, his other hand remained on his hard cock, gently massaging it through his shorts. As he sat at his desk, his cock ached. I can't feel this way about my daughter, he thought angrily, I just can't. He swiveled, and reached for his liquor. He poured a quick shot of whiskey and downed it hard. The burning in his throat helped eliminate the image of his daughter for a moment. But only for a moment. As soon as he placed the shot glass back, he was even more aware of the bulge in his pants. He tilted his head, straining to hear. Distantly, he hear chatter and the clanking of pots and pans. Good, they're busy. He leaned back in his chair, and after hesitating for a moment, unbuckled his pants and pulled his fully erect cock out. Precum already coated his head, and he groaned as he grabbed his shaft. His hand slid up and down slowly, and he closed his eyes as he felt the familiar build up. Unbidden, the image of his daughter materialized in his mind's eye. He wanted her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted any woman before. He pumped faster, sliding his thumb over his head as he thought about Abby. What would she do if she saw me like this...? Maybe she'd like it... maybe she'd want to help... He could see it, his perfect, innocent daughter kneeling between his legs, her full, pouty lips parted as they slid over his head... He threw back his head, and he grunted as he thrust into his hand. "Yes..." he muttered, he whole body burning with the need to cum, "Oh god forgive me..." He gripped his cock hard as he came. He threw his head back, the orgasm running through him, consuming him. "Yes... oh yes Abby!" the words fell from his lips as his mind went blank with ecstasy. As the orgasm subsided, he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the white splatter on the side cabinet. Large, thick globs of cum slowly dripped down the drawers. The second thing he noticed was the shadow on the floor. Someone had opened his door. Someone was standing in the doorway. Father, Forgive Me Ch. 02 As Abigail Wright washed the potatoes for the Sunday dinner, her mind drifted. Her mom chattered in the background, talking loudly over the sounds of sizzling meat, and Abby murmured "mmhmms" and "yeahs" at the appropriate moments. She couldn't keep her mind on the cooking they were doing after the embrace she had share with her father. At church today, she had felt so alive, so warm. Her skin had burned as she felt her father's gaze on her. She wore his favorite dress. She liked it because of the flowers, and the way her father's blue eyes watched her legs as she moved. As they sat down in Church, she shifted on the pew so there was only one book for her and her father to share. As hard as she tried to look down at the prayer book, her eyes kept shifting over to where her father's leg brushed against hers. Did he notice I'm not wearing a bra today? God, it felt so wrong, but excitement and lust burned at her throat and shot down between her legs. When she got up, would there be a wet spot on the pew? Would her father notice? She shook her head, vigorously peeling the potatoes, No, I can't think that way. It's an abomination. Abomination. The word sent shivers up her spine. Although while she was here, next to her mother, she could dismiss the feelings boiling away inside her... Just the hormonal and sinful thoughts of a youthful mind. But at night, when her hand was between her legs, she knew she wouldn't mind being an abomination. "Are you alright, sweetie?" Her mom asked, looking over at her, "You seem distant." Abby jumped, then gave her mother an apologetic look, "Sorry mom, I am just feeling tired." Her mom tutted, and grabbed the half peeled potatoes out of her hand, "Go lie down, I'll finish the stew," she waved her hand, dismissing Abby from the kitchen. Abby hesitated for a moment, then quickly left the room. She swiftly went to her bedroom and closed the door, and after a brief hesitation, locked it. She paused, glancing out the window at the afternoon sunlight spilling across the grass. I wonder what Dad's doing... Her clit suddenly throbbed, and she let out a low groan. She walked over to her dresser, opened her sock drawer, and reached all the way back. Her heart pounded as her fingers wrapped around the smooth, velvet hard surface of her dildo. She withdrew it and laid it on her bed. Her friend Jessica had given it to her as a prank. A sex toy for the sexless, she had explained, laughing. Abby laughed with her, far too used to her friend making fun of her religious ways to complain. However, it was later, when she was home alone, that she sat with the toy in her hand. For a long time she passed it between her fingers, feeling its length, sliding her thumb over the head. She had masturbated before, pushing her unskilled fingers between her slick folds, finding her swollen clit and climaxing from that alone. But this dildo signified so much more. Abby carefully brought the dildo to her lips, and slid her tongue across the top. A thrill went through her. Abby laid on the bed, and grabbed the dildo. What would dad think...? She wondered, holding the dildo above her. She shook her head, and placed the dildo between her legs. Her cunt was slick, and the toy slid easily between her folds, pressing hard against her clit and her virgin hole. She hadn't dared put it inside her yet. She was still a virgin. She thought she would stay one until marriage. But now... After her father had left the church, Abby didn't have a chance to talk with him, as he chatted quietly with her mother the whole ride home. Why did he leave so suddenly? Abby thought. Her chest ached with worry. Is he angry at me? When they got home, and entered the foyer of their home, Abby looked up at her father. His face was stern, his brows set low. She had been about to say something, but instead wrapped her arms around him, giving him a tight hug. His big arms wrapped around her, and she relaxed into them. She snuggled her head under his chin like she always did, enjoying the warmth and smell of his body. Suddenly he let go, and without making eye contact, apologized for all the work he had left to do and hurried into his office. She pressed the tip of the dildo against her tight hole. The pressure felt so good, and she arched her back. The fabric of her dress scratched her hard nipples. She pushed the head further. No... No I don't want this... she thought, pausing, I want... I want him. Daddy... She tossed the dildo on the bed, and swiftly unlocked her door. I want my dad. I don't know what I'm going to say, I just need to see him. She padded down the carpeted hallway, trying to make as little noise as possible. She felt like her breath was caught in her throat as she stood in front of her father's office door. All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. Suddenly, Abby heard a soft noise from within. Moaning...? Maybe he's watching a video... She carefully grasped the handle of the door, and silently opened it. Her father sat at his desk, his eyes closed and his head thrown back. His neck was red, and his jaw was clenched. Abby watched as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple and down his neck. An overwhelming need jolted through her, making her cunt burn with desire. He grunted again, and she jumped as he spoke. "Yes... oh yes Abby!" he moaned. Abby felt a brief moment of panic. Did he see me? Suddenly she saw his thick, white ropes of cum hit the cabinet against the wall. She stood, paralyzed with a want so overpowering that her vision began to blur. Shot after shot of cum hit the mahogany panels with soft splats. She shuddered, her knees weak. He did that. He did that thinking of me. Her heart seemed like it was going to burst from her chest. Oh daddy, make me your abomination. The splattering finally stopped, and her father's heavy breathing filled the small office space. Abby let out a long sigh. His head turned, and his blue eyes locked with hers.