1 comments/ 31861 views/ 14 favorites Incestory: Valentine's Gifts By: sex2xs2 "I know she's not coming back," Larry stated in a tone of resignation, "it's just ..." he took a sip of his beer and sighed. "Valentine's Day of all days." He looked at his daughter Linda and she nodded sadly in response, an affirmation of the profundity of his pain and the irony of the date. "I'm sorry you felt like you had to come all the way out here for me. I'm sure Charlie had plans for the two of you; it isn't easy getting a table at a nice place on ... tonight." "He understands," Linda replied and sipped her beer, "Really," she insisted, "And if he doesn't, well then he doesn't really understand me." "That's the thing I loved so much about your Ma," he said and chugged the last of his beer down, "She could always find it in her heart to give to other people without ever askin' much for herself." "It's got to be tough without her," she smiled warmly; "I know how much she loved you and she'd want you to go on ... you have to know that." Linda knew he understood the words on a logical level ... she wasn't confident he understood any of them on an emotional one. "It's been over a year, Dad," Linda looked out over the deck's railing at the blackness beyond the light's reach. A year since she'd died in the car accident. "Why don't you move into a place in town?" She grabbed another can of beer from the blue and white cooler between her and her father and flicked an ice cube caught on the rim at him. "It's too damn far out here for a man your age to be livin' alone." His head jerked up in surprise. "A man my age?" Linda snorted and managed to spray some of the beer she was just starting to sip over the leg of her jeans shorts and bare legs. "Shit!" she laughed, "You aint no spring chicken, y'know!" "Hey now!" he laughed in return. He was a working man and in better shape than the punks half his age at the warehouse. "Forty-Nine is the new ..." "Fifty," she interjected. "Forty-Nine!" Larry insisted. "I'm not that old ..." "Hell! Fifty or Forty-Nine what's the difference?" Linda interrupted, pointing her beer at him for emphasis. "Think about it - if I'm Fifty then you're Thirty, Missy!" "Oh yeah," Linda admitted with a smile, "I guess you really are only Forty-Nine!" He pulled up the sleeve of his flannel shirt and flexed his arm for affect, "Look at that! Hard as steel!" Linda had to pause and admire her father's muscled arm for a moment. She found herself comparing her father's chest and arms to her own husband's and realized that in comparison, her husband was a bit lacking. For a moment she imagined she was a little girl in his arms again and smiled to herself at the warmness the thought gave her. "Besides, old man or not, I can still get it up!" "Jesus!" Linda nearly snorted her beer all over herself again but managed to just spill it down the top of her blouse. She sat up quickly and set the beer down and looked around for something to dry her shirt with. She wasn't wearing a bra and although she was a full grown woman with a husband and kids ... she still didn't feel comfortable with the thought of her dad seeing her tits through her white cotton shirt. "How many of those you had, Girl?" Larry laughed. "I'm gonna cut you off if you keep spillin' 'em!" She stood up and staggered for a moment. "More than I should have, I guess," she managed, "Charlie won't let me drink anymore." She gulped down the rest of the beer and tossed the can into the bucket her dad set out for just that purpose, "He says I can't control myself when I drink ... he's such a fucking asshole!" She gasped when the words she'd just said to her father registered with her own brain. She looked at him apologetically but he didn't notice - he was leering at her tits. She looked down and could see the dark circles of her hard nipples poking through the thin material outlining her full breasts. When she looked back up, her father was looking away over the railing into the darkness. "Go change," he said in his certain fatherly way; the way that for some reason, she'd never really had the courage to disobey, "Your Ma's clothes are still in her wardrobe." He looked back at her and unapologetically scanned her from head to toe. "You're her spittin' image." His eyes lingered over her thick bare legs and breasts. "You shouldn't have a problem findin' something." "Okay, Dad," she said, surprised out how 'little girl' her voice sounded to herself. ******************************** Her parent's room was exactly the same as she remembered. The last dress her mother had worn in public still lay draped over the dressing table chair where she'd left it - where she'd left it that last night. It was a quaint dress, a style Linda considered quite lovely but most women considered old fashioned now. It was a soft, nearly see-through fabric, a light tan color, and ankle length. The thin straps made the neckline so low that only a woman with breasts like Linda's or her mother's could truly wear it with confidence. It had an almost Country Western bustier style to the top that helped accentuate the breasts but still had a loose, modest, yet clingy way of flowing around the legs. She smiled at the image of her mother that the dress evoked in her mind ... the beautiful brunette with deep blue eyes and lips that always seemed to pout even when she smiled. Her mother was beautiful and everyone had always commented to Linda, and to each other, how much she resembled her. She crossed the room like she was entering a shrine and delicately lifted the dress to her nose. She imagined she could still smell her mother's scent in the fabric and for a moment she could almost feel her presence. Her eye caught a glint of diamond from a necklace prominently displayed in the open jewelry box on the dresser. It was a beautiful drop necklace laced with several carats worth of diamonds. It was probably worth as much as the new car Charlie had just bought her. She picked it up and admired it. Her father had bought the necklace for her mother to celebrate their thirtieth Valentine's Day together ... the gift he'd had to finance to afford, the gift she'd only had the chance to wear once. ******************************** Linda admired herself in the full length mirror. She'd pulled her hair up to match the parochial style of the dress; a loose updo that left a few strands of her dark hair to fall and frame her cheeks and blue eyes. It was a style her mother liked and it always suited her. She pouted her full lips and admired how really beautiful and sexy the combination made her look; she admired how much like her beautiful mother the ensemble seemed to make her appear. She turned side to side, caressing the soft material around her waist, enjoying the feel of it against her skin. Her eye caught sight of her mother's perfume. It was ultra expensive and one of Linda's own favorites too. Although she'd run out a long time ago, her cheap husband somehow never got around to replacing it - even when she hinted during the holidays or her birthday. "Don't mind if I do," she smiled conspiratorially to herself and added the final touch. ******************************** Her father appeared in the mirror behind her; his huge frame filled the doorway as he slumped drunkenly against the doorframe ... a bottle of whiskey dangled from his right hand. Linda spun and gasped, setting the perfume down on the makeup table behind her. She was suddenly horrified at the thought that her father might be upset to see her in this particular dress. She wondered what emotions she might evoke by disturbing the last memories he had of the woman he'd loved since he was a child. "Melissa?" he slurred, "Melissa ...?" he took a few steps into the room and staggered. He managed to catch himself by the rocking chair in front of the closet but the chair was no match for his weight or his inability to balance himself and he crashed to the floor taking the rocker with him. Linda rushed to him and pulled the nearly empty bottle from his hand. "Melissa, where you been?" he asked, hurt tinged his slurred voice, "I've missed you so fucking much!" Linda put one of his heavy arms over her shoulder and tried to help him up but he grabbed her by the arm instead. "Where have you been?" She didn't want to do anything to throw him into a rage. She'd learned that keeping still and not saying anything that could be misunderstood was usually the best way to prevent provoking a drunken man. He pulled her into his arms. It struck Linda as ironic that she'd imagined him holding her only a short while ago and now that he was - she was a bit afraid. "Oh, Dear Jesus!" He sobbed into her hair; the passion in him made his chest heave and gave strength to his grip. "I'm sorry, Baby." "Please!" she cried, her voice muffled by his shoulder, "You're hurting me!" He let her go and flung himself onto the bed and bunched the sheets around his face to stifle his sobs until eventually, he passed out. ******************************** Linda crawled into the bed next to him and lay on her back, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions coursing through her. She cried herself to sleep too. ******************************** The gentle rocking of the bed startled Linda awake. The soft movement of the bed and the barely audible squeaking of the springs under her ear were the first things she registered. The next things she registered was the feel of an enormous arm around her chest; a rough calloused hand inside the top of the dress gently pinching the hard, sensitive nipple of her left breast; hot breath on the nape of her neck; the feel of an enormous penis sliding slowly along the crack of her ass bunching the long dress between her thighs. Her breath caught in her chest when she realized where she was and what was happening to her. "Dad?" She said quietly. He responded by nuzzling his nose into her neck and tenderly biting her shoulder. "Dad?" she said again, hoping to wake him. He was obviously asleep, imagining that she was his wife. "Wake up." "Be quiet," he whispered into her ear. "Just relax." "Dad!" she cried, "What are you doing?" "Be quiet!" He insisted. She finally decided to try to resist but when she tried to move away he brutally jerked her back and twisted his huge hand in her hair to pull her ear close to his lips again. "I'm not Mom!" She cried out in desperation. "I know," he said, releasing her hair and sliding the strap of the dress off of her shoulder to free her breast. "No!" She tried to pull away again but this time he wasn't giving her room to wiggle. She grabbed his hand as he cupped her tit and pinched her nipple again but she was no match for his strength. "Please," he begged. His voice cracked with emotion. "I need to believe that you're her right now." Linda felt herself go to the place she went to when she felt helpless. The place where time stopped and she froze up ... like a kitten held by the scruff of its neck. "Linda, please," he moaned, "I won't hurt you." She didn't move when he slid the long dress up over her waist. She didn't respond until his hand found its way between her legs and cupped her pussy forcing her more firmly against him. "No! Stop!" She tried to pull away again, "I can't!" Her father slid aside her panties with his fingers and rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit. "Yes, you can," he urged. He pulled his hand from between her legs and slid it up her side. She shook at the sensation. His hand lingered over her tit again for a moment and she felt her nipple tingle from his touch this time. "Stop," she said quietly but it sounded unconvincing, even to herself. "Please." "You look so beautiful, Baby," he sniffed her neck, "You smell so fucking good." He lifted the necklace up from her chest with his finger; high enough for her to see it. "Do you like this?" "What?" She asked, "Of course I do ... it's the most beautiful necklace I've ever seen." "You like your mother's perfume?" "You know I do," she replied. "Then relax," he said in his certain fatherly way; the way that for some reason, she'd never really had the courage to disobey. He resumed sliding the tip of his giant cock up and down her slit and she felt herself responding, shamelessly rocking her hips in unison with him. "I ... I ... this is so fucking wrong!" "I need to fuck you," he stated rather coldly. She tried to pull away again. He jerked her back to him again. "What if I got pregnant?" She shuddered at the thought, "Did you think of that? You know we can't do this!" "Please, Linda ...!" "No, goddammit!" She looked meaningfully over her shoulder at him, "I swear to God if you cum in me ...!" "Fine!" He pushed her flat on the bed and straddled her. "I know what to do." She tried to turn back onto her side but he pinned her down by her shoulders. "Relax," he said. He gently rocked his hips so that he slid his penis between her thick legs, his weight nearly crushing her. Linda could feel the slick, wet, lubrication of his precum spreading over the insides of her thighs and soaking into her panties. "You can cum like this," she offered, vaguely hoping for a moment that he would ejaculate between her legs now and be done with it. "Okay?" "No," he replied. "Not good enough." She flinched when her father spit on his hand and smeared the slobber around her sphincter with his rough fingers. She understood what that meant and if the feel of his massive penis between her thighs was any indication of his length; she was in trouble. "No," she tried to struggle, "wait!" "Shhhhhhhh!" He leaned down and hissed in her ear as he suddenly forced the gigantic head of his cock into her asshole in one strong thrust of his hips. "Ow, ow, shit, it hurts," she cried. "Please!" "It will feel better soon, Baby," he replied, "I promise, okay?" "It hurts!" She cried again. "Relax." She stiffened and shook from the pain for a moment but knew that she really had no choice and would have to endure this now ... there was no way out for her. "Okay," she squeaked. "I love you so much, Baby," he said as he continued to slowly force his cock into her bowels, "That bastard husband of yours can have you any other day - tonight I need you!" Linda cried out again then - not out of pain, not because her father was taking her ass; she cried out because now she knew her father in a way she'd never really considered before. She finally understood that he was a man like every other man she'd ever known. He seized her hips and pulled her up so she was forced face down into the pillows. She reached up and grabbed the headboard, vainly attempting to pull her body away from the pain. Her father situated himself above her and began to thrust at her in short hard strokes. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck," She grunted with each of her father's thrusts and had no choice but to lift her ass and try to accommodate his girth as he worked his way into her body. "That's it," he said encouragingly. "That's so fucking nice!" She felt her pussy flood with moisture at his encouragement. "Oh, God," she moaned and stiffened up again with the realization that making him happy was making her wet. "Relax," he moaned in frustration. "Okay," she squeaked again. She had to be in shock, she thought to herself; she had to because she should be trying to fight him off - to make him come to his senses before it was too late. "I'm sorry," she said out loud, suddenly thinking of her children and imagining what they would think if they knew that she was beginning to enjoy being fucked in the ass by their grandfather. She knew she should've been repulsed at the very thought of what was happening to her. The problem was that she couldn't make herself stop him now. "I love you," he moaned as if in answer to her thoughts, "I've wanted you for so long!" "Ow, oh dear, Jesus," she cried as he sank another inch into her. He loved her, she knew that, he didn't really want to hurt her ... he was just ... just trying to overcome his grief. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck," she muttered. Her father was NOT a bad man; she knew it in her soul. He just really needed his wife. Would his grandkids understand that? "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!" He finally managed to get his entire length into her and settled down on top of her - it was nearly too much for her to handle anymore. "Uuuuuuuuunnngh! Oh, GAWD! DADDY! SHIT!" She clawed at the comforter and tried to pull away from the cock filling her but she was pinned now, unable to even move her legs ... like a butterfly pinned to a scrapbook. "I love you!" He grunted. "I won't ever hurt you! Please, just relax, okay?" The best she could do was moan in response; she knew she wouldn't be anymore ready any time soon. Best to get it over with. He held still inside her, finally giving her body a chance to accept the inevitable. "Are you ready?" He asked, already starting to roll his hips before she could answer. "Mmmmmm Hmmmmm," was all she could reply with the sensation of her father's monster cock sliding back and forth inside her. He was right. After a few minutes she was able to push aside the pain. It wasn't comfortable by any stretch of the imagination but at least it was tolerable now. An intense throbbing sensation overwhelmed her senses and she moaned loudly when she realized the throbbing was originating in her vagina. "See," Larry panted, "It's not so bad now, Baby." She reached between her legs and felt the moisture collecting along her slit. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned at the sensation of her fingers sliding over her own clitoris. She never thought anal sex could affect her in this way but the beer she'd consumed, and the adrenaline coursing through her veins only seemed to encourage the response. He took her moans as permission to begin to really start to pound her ass. "Fuck ... fuck ... FUCK!" She turned her head around and glared at him over her shoulder, "Take it easy! Shit!" "I'm sorry, Baby," he moaned and eased back to a less frantic pace. "I'm really sorry," he repeated. He looked so sad and desperate at that instant that she thought, maybe if she really wanted to badly enough, she could enjoy pleasing her father just a little in his deepest moment of need. "It's alright," she forced a smile, "It aint so bad." She told herself that the sickness that consumed her father, the sickness he had been experiencing for so long, needed healing. Why shouldn't she help him? She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and concentrated on fingering herself and watching her father fuck her ass. The pleasure of her self-ministrations, mixed with the pain of her father buried in her ass, combined to take her to a place where she could finally just let go and submit to him. "Hey!" she looked over her shoulder again and called him to get his attention. She put on the pouty look she'd just practiced in the mirror this evening, the one that made her look even more like her mother, and flipped her hair so it fell down her left shoulder. "Oh, God!" Larry moaned when he saw her expression. "Oh, God!" He came then - pulling nearly all of the way out of her colon, all but the tip, and milked his shaft with both hands as he ejaculated. He panted her mother's name with each spurt as Linda managed to finger herself to her own little climax. ******************************* When her father was finished fucking her ass, he crawled over her and fell onto the bed, his softening cock still oozing cum onto the cream colored comforter. Linda slid the dress off before the globs of cum oozing from her asshole soiled it. She tossed it over the collapsed rocker at the foot of the bed and dropped back onto the bed. Incestory: Valentine's Gifts She looked at her father. His eyes were shut. She found herself watching his cock twitch as it softened and shrank, somehow admiring the very thing that only a few minutes ago had caused her so much agony. It was at least twice as thick as Charlie's and nearly twice as long. Her father's testicles were proportionate to his penis and the size of them explained the amount of cum still dripping from her ass. She couldn't pull her eyes away from it. It was so ... different! She found herself reaching out for it, gently touching it so that it suddenly reversed course and began to slowly fill with blood again. "You're not sleeping, are you?" she asked with an exaggerated tone of disappointment in her voice. "Mmmmmmmmm." Larry moaned at his daughter's light touch. He was very hairy, but to Linda, his body hair was like a mane - fitting for such a magnificent lion of a penis. She scooted down the bed until she was eye to eye with it. She needed to get a closer look at it. For some reason she couldn't help but admire it. It really was a beautiful piece of hardware - specifically designed by the creator for only one thing. She felt a sting of regret that she hadn't discovered his secret sooner and that thought actually made her jealous of her own mother. In hind-sight she realized that if he had ever come to her with this thing before she'd moved out ... she'd have been hard pressed to resist him. It actually made her a bit hurt when she wondered why he'd never tried to fuck her when she was still in his home. She made a decision then. If this was what he needed, then she would do her best to accommodate him. She could help him - at least for tonight - at least for Valentine's Day. "Linda," he mumbled, "That's so nice ..." Linda startled at the realization that now she was gently stroking him ... helping his cock to grow to its full majesty again. She felt the slick heat building up between her legs again. A rational part of her brain fired up then and forced her to consider fleeing, running away and hoping that her father wouldn't remember anything. She could try to forget everything and return to her former life - and no one would ever know. Her throbbing wet cunt easily overruled those thoughts and she continued stroking him anyway. He rolled on to his back pulling her face into his lap. "I would never hurt you," he reached down and guided his cock and her mouth together. "You know that." "Mmmmmm Hmmmmmm!" she moaned in acknowledgement as she slipped the head of his penis into her mouth and gently stroked his long thick shaft with her fingers. "Oh, Linda," he moaned and placed his hand on the back of her head, "So good." She watched his face and concentrated on running her full lips and tongue around the head of his cock and slowly jerking his shaft with both hands. "So good ..." She decided then that she was going to treat him to the best fucking blow job she could manage. She wanted to do for him what she'd never wanted to do before for any other man - She wanted him to enjoy her mouth. She licked and sucked it: popped it out of her mouth to run her tongue the length of his shaft as she tugged on him; vulgarly slurped him back into her mouth to suck on the tip as hard as she could while she maniacally bobbed her head, swishing her dark hair side to side to caress his hairy thighs with it. "Oh Shit!" He cried out. His body jerked and she could see his balls contract as they prepared to pump his semen. "Don't stop!" he ordered. She smiled up at him conspiratorially and did her best take him as deep as she could manage. "YES!" He sat up and thrust with a roar and clawed the sheets on either side of him as he grunted and released down her throat. She whimpered in a high pitched tone at the volume of his seed, the flood of semen threatening to choke her. She made every effort to swallow as much of him as she could but still managed to only choke down a small portion of it before she had to pull off and jerk the rest between her pursed lips until even that wasn't enough and it flowed out of either side of her mouth to coat her fat white titties and pool between her legs. When he finally finished he fell back panting and sobbing in laughter at the release. Linda watched him and the expression on his face ... the look of pleasure and the happiness on his lips was what she'd so desperately needed to see ... and she'd been the one to put it there. "Take a shower," he said in his certain fatherly way; the way that for some reason, she'd never really had the courage to disobey "Okay, Dad," she said, surprised out how 'little girl' her voice sounded to herself. ******************************** The scalding water soothed the pain of her abused sphincter and washed away the remnants of her father's cum off of her body. She grabbed the bar of soap and lathered herself, washing away the evidence of her incestuous deeds - but not the memory of it. Her husband would never be suspicious of her when she visited her father but she needed the shower to help cleanse her mind a little ... it was the only way she could think of to attempt to separate the last few hours from the rest of her world. "Oh my God!" She moaned to herself, "What have I done?" The question was rhetorical ... she knew what she'd done. It wasn't like she'd actually enjoyed being fucked in the ass ... especially by a man with a cock as big as her own father's. Suddenly, the thought that she may never get the chance to see his fat cock again hit her like a punch. "Oh my God!" She gasped again, and realized at that moment that she was fondling herself again. She was fingering herself and thinking of her dad's penis. She was sliding the soap in her hand the length of her vulva, her fingertips making small circles around her clit each time she thrust the slippery bar of soap between her legs. She closed her eyes and imagined her father's giant penis wagging in her face. She imagined what it would feel like to have the massive piece of meat inside her. She moaned and pinched her nipples with one hand as she nearly forced the bar of soap inside herself in an attempt to fill the void she desperately wanted to be filled with her dad's cock now. A blast of cool air and the unnatural, high pitched sound of the shower curtain being ripped open startled her so that she dropped the soap into the tub in surprise and covered herself in shame. He looked her over. She pouted her lips and looked at him the way she imagined her mother would look at him when she wanted him. "You are so beautiful," he gushed. She smiled at him and slowly ran her hands over her breasts and along her navel until both of her hands were between her legs massaging herself again. "You aint so bad yourself," she replied. "So beautiful," he murmured again as he leaned into the shower and grabbed the back of her head. He was completely naked now and Linda couldn't help but look down to see her father's rock solid cock bouncing in the air, nearly filling the distance between them. She reached down placed one hand under it and petted the top like it was some sort of favored pet. It jerked in her hands and he moaned at her caress. She pulled on it, gently urging him closer, pulling it to herself and him along with it. He pulled her into a passionate kiss as he followed the tugging on his manhood and climbed into the shower with her. "I'm going to fuck you," he promised. "I know," she sighed. He lifted her effortlessly by the back of her neck and waist, lifting her up so that she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his large frame. He pinned her to the shower wall with his body and released her neck to reach between them. She looked down in fear and sudden mad lust as he positioned his penis to enter her. "No!" She cried, second guessing herself and suddenly dreading the pain she was sure would follow if he tried to fit his cock inside her. "Wait ...!" "I need you, Melissa!" He cried. "God, please!" He sounded so desperate and hurt that her heart nearly tore in her chest and every ounce of reasoning she had, the reasoning that urged her to fight him again, melted away in the sadness and loss he expressed in his distraught pleas. "Don't leave me again!" She decided at that moment that she would do whatever it took to make him happy this Valentine's Day. "No," she whispered to disguise her voice, "I will never leave you again!" "Promise me!" he sobbed. She grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him with a passion she'd never kissed her husband with. He pulled away from her kiss and turned his attention back to trying to manipulate his fat cock into her. "Oooooooooh!" she moaned as he pressed the giant tip of his cock against her entrance. He thrust slightly with his hips and the head of his cock forced its way into her. The sheer size of him stretched her farther than she'd been stretched since her last child ... his last grandchild. "Ow, ow, ow, ow!" she cried as he forced his way into her, inch by torturous inch, until he filled her as far as her body would allow. He struck rock bottom and was only a little more than half way inside her! "Melissa!" he cried again as he began to thrust his hips, spearing his daughter to the shower wall as she cried out in agony with each brutal thrust. His hands were strong; clamped like iron around her thick waist. His teeth and lips along the nape of her neck and the loud hot breaths in her ear were in rhythm with the fluttering pounding of her heart and the roar of the rushing blood in her ears. "Melissa!" He moaned in her ear, "I love you, Melissa!" She felt her vagina stretch and flood with liquid as the pain suddenly shifted to a sensation of ecstasy - the feeling a cunt was meant to feel. Her nipples screamed in pleasure as every nerve in her body fired off simultaneously as he alternately lifted and lowered her onto himself, sliding her up and down the shower wall, sliding her soapy breasts against his giant hairy chest as he filled her with his monstrous penis. "Larry," Linda moaned in return, hoping that she sounded enough like her mother would when he'd fucked her. "I missed you so much!" "I need to cum in you, Baby!" She couldn't resist him any longer. "Okay," she squeaked. "I love you!" He grunted and released inside her, his massive spurts of hot cum splashing her insides and coating her uterus. The sensation of the huge amount of steaming semen he pumped into her sent her into a frenzy of jerks and spasms that culminated in the quivering sort of orgasm she'd only ever read about in magazines. He held in the air and she clung to him. She seemed tiny in his giant arms, like she'd felt when he'd hold her as a child. She'd always considered the fatherly love she'd felt when he'd hold her in his arms as a child as the greatest pleasure a man could give ... until now. Now she felt a pleasure in his arms she could never imagine she'd feel in another man's arms again. He staggered to his knees in the tub, still holding her tightly, managing to protect her body with his arms and shoulders as he fell despite the amount of alcohol he'd consumed. He relaxed his grip on her and she slid herself up the wall to turn off the shower before the water went cold. "I really do miss you, Melissa," He clung to her thighs and sobbed ... his face pressed into her crotch, his tears mingling with the soapy water and semen that still ran down her legs. ******************************** "Linda?" her father mumbled as he fastened the diamond necklace around her neck in the mirror. "Yes?" The jeans shorts and blouse didn't go with the diamonds but she wasn't going to protest. "I'm sorry ..." he ran his fingers through her hair gently guiding her face closer to him. "Maybe I need to get myself some kinda professional help?" "No!" She barked, looking up sharply from the beautiful necklace to catch his eye, "This is our secret now." Her lust insisted she was the only one who could really help him and a sharp pang of jealousy stung her at the thought of him talking to someone else about his hurt. "I'm what you need now," What could be so wrong about her comforting a hurting man, even if it was her own father? No psychologist could ever understand him. They wouldn't understand what he really needed the way she could now. "Happy Valentine's day, Linda," he said and gently turned her head to kiss her lightly on the lips. "Happy Valentine's day, Dad," she replied as she reached into his trousers and lowered herself to her knees. ******************************** "She's not coming back," Larry stated in a tone of resignation, "I know but it's just ... Valentine's Day of all days ... why did it have to be on this fucking day?" He looked at his daughter Linda and she nodded affirmation. "I'm sorry you felt like you had to come out here tonight; I'm sure Charlie had plans for the two of you ... it is Valentine's day after all." "He understands," Linda replied, "Really," she insisted, "And if he doesn't, well then he doesn't really understand me." Larry smiled at her. "It's got to be tough out here without Mom," she smiled warmly in return, "I know how much you loved her but she'd want you to go on ... you have to know that." She knew he understood the words on a logical level ... she wasn't confident he understood any of them on an emotional one. "It's been over two years, Dad," Linda looked out over the deck's railing at the blackness beyond the light's reach. Two years since she'd died in that horrible car accident. Linda went to take a sip of her beer but somehow managed to splash it down the front of her blouse, and all over the beautiful diamond drop necklace she wore; the one that had once had been her mother's. "Shit!" She looked over at her father. "Look what I've gone and done." She smiled at him and watched his eyes to make sure he was staring at her tits. "Go change," he said in his certain way; the way that for some reason, she'd never really had the courage to disobey, "Your Ma's clothes are still in her wardrobe." "Sure, Dad," she said, surprised out how little girl her voice sounded to herself. ********************************