4 comments/ 36343 views/ 29 favorites Tangled Ch. 02 By: BelindaTV Ben Black and his twenty-one year old daughter are having a steamy incestuous love affair. This is troubling Ben deeply as he questions the feelings he has for his own daughter. Is it anything other than lust he asks himself? I was first home from work in the evening just after 5pm. My daughter Cynthia called me during the day to say she would be a bit late as she had run into a few snags at her own place of work it seems. So I grabbed myself a cold one and settled down at the kitchen table with my tablet reviewing some circuitry schematics. But try as I may, I was still having grave doubts about this passionate sexual love affair with Cynthia. I wondered where exactly these feelings I had for Cynthia were coming from. This was my own daughter I was fucking night after night and how could this be right I thought. My train of thoughts were interrupted by Cynthia's voice announcing she was home. "Hi dad, I'm home, where are you?" she called from the hallway. "I'm in the kitchen love." I call out to her. She came in behind me and threw her arms around my neck as I sat on the chair, and hugging me tightly she says. "God it's good to be home dad. It's been a long day." "Had a tough one did you?" I enquire, as she sits down beside me. "Oh fuck ya dad. I spent the day trying to calibrate the new lasers and they are a bitch to work on. What's for dinner?" "Well, what do you fancy?" "Nothing too heavy. How about some pizza and beers, have we some pizza left?" "Yes we do. Pizza and beers it is so pet." I reply. "I'll just pop in for a shower first dad." "Ok Cynthia, you go have your shower and I'll have the food ready when you are done." "Cool dad." she says and heads for the shower. I get up to organise the food and I hear the shower come on. I can see the bathroom door is open and I wonder how many other daughters shower with the door wide open just feet from their father. Or better still, how many fathers secretly wished they left the door open? I can hear Cynthia humming away to herself in the shower and I began to visualise her in there with the water cascading down over her head, down over her breasts and dripping between her legs. I begin to envy the soap as I would love to be smeared all over her hot body. I consider joining her, but decide not to, and I go and get the dinner ready. I was in the lounge when she came in after the shower. She walked in drying her hair with a towel, she was only wearing a sleeveless white top and white knickers. As she wrapped her hair in the towel, her arms raised over her head. I could see her still damp body had turned her top slightly translucent. Her beautiful nipples proudly poked through her top, and the most wonderful cameltoe had formed in her knickers. A vision like this was enough to drive a man insane. I thought. She obviously saw me enthralled by her floor show and she quipped. "Like what you see daddy?" "Oh yes Cynthia. Me like, me like very much." I laugh. We tuck into the pizza and beer and afterwards we settle down; with me sitting in the corner of the couch and Cynthia with her head on my lap with her legs stretched out. She wriggles her head in my crotch and smiling up at me she says. "Best pillow in town dad." I smile at her and run my fingers through her hair softly. Before I ask her a question that has troubled me. "Why me Cynthia, I mean how did you come to feel this way about me?" Cynthia smiled up at me and thought for a moment before answering. "For the longest time I have been in love with you, I mean really totally hopelessly in love with you, I don't fully know why. But I just knew from an early age I wanted to spend my life with you; after all is it not every girls dream to marry their dad." She laughed. "I love you too babe, I really, really do. You do know that, don't you?" "Yes I do dad, I know you love me as much as I do you. But what about you? You didn't really try to stop me giving you a blowjob did you?" she smirked. I could feel myself blush at her last statement, and I pause for a moment before I reply. "Something happened that morning babe, something that had been hidden deep inside has awoken in my soul. I don't know what, but my love for you runs so deep it scares me, and when we make love it's like we are connected on some higher level, almost spiritual." "I feel the same way dad. I love the sex but that's not all there is, I wish I could explain it better to you. I just know we are meant to share our lives together. God I love you so much it hurts dad." Pulling Cynthia up closer to me I look into her beautiful eyes and say. "I love you too, so very much." I ask myself, I wonder could that be it? Have I fallen deeply in love with my own daughter? Can that be possible? Cynthia sat up and she tilted her head from side rather stiffly, and asked me. "If I get some cream will you rub some on my neck? I spent the day leaning over a laser calibrating it and my neck is killing me." "Of course I will babe, get the cream." I reply, and she heads off to our room to fetch it. She came back with a big tub of Body Butter and a blanket. Looking at the tub of cream I ask. "How much of that do you plan on using?" And I start to laugh. "Well you can start on my neck and work down from there dad." She smiled coyly at me. With that she slipped off her top and slipping her thumbs inside her panties she pushed them from her waist letting them glide to the floor before removing the towel from her head. As she shook her long flowing hair out I watched savouring the floor show, my cock was hardening at the sight of my naked girl. Patting the couch I say to her "Lie here babe, make yourself comfortable." I spread the blanket out across the leather cushions, she lays face down on the couch propping herself up by the elbows her wonderful puffy breasts dangling down with her nipples brushing the blanket. I put some cream on my hands and I kneel between her legs and start to rub her neck and shoulders. "Mmmmm that's nice dad." she purred, as I worked my way slowly down her back to her silky smooth ass. My cock was starting to get rock hard in my pants, begging to be set free. I rubbed the palms of my hands hard into Cynthia's ass, letting my thumb glide between her cheeks and into her pussy lips. She lifted her ass slightly to give my thumb more access to her pussy and I let it slip slowly between the folds of her moist pussy. "God that's good dad, my pussy is starting to get really wet." she sighed lovingly. "I know babe, it feels very soft and sticky and I want to stick my tongue inside and taste your honey." I whisper, as I cover her ass cheeks with baby kisses. I broke off my impassioned kissing from silky smooth bum. And standing up I removed my top, Cynthia sat up and started to unbutton my fly. She grabbed both sides of my pants and she tugged it and my jocks down in one go. I watched my cock spring out and it bobbed up and down, the head was dripping with pre-cum. She grabbed my shaft and proceeded to lick the pre-cum from my cockhead, she gently sucked my cock as he pressed it into her lips. "Ohh Fuck Cynthia! That's good" I groaned as my knees grew slightly weak, my breathing was becoming laboured as my daughter lavished her loving attention on my cock. "God I love your cock dad. I love to suck you hard." She sighed as glanced up at me smiling. Cynthia patted the seat beside her gesturing me to sit down, she hopped up and I gazed lovingly at her angelic figure. I lunged forward to my knees pressing my face into her crotch deeply inhaling her scent while lightly kissing the soft folds of her pussy. "Mmmm, Oh dad, I love it when you do that!" she cooed. And I smiled up at my angel as I gently stroked her inner thigh. She spread her legs more and cupping the back of my head in her hands she pressed my face further into her love nest. Parting the lips of her pussy I started to lick and caress her inner sanctum slowly working my way to her clit and sucking gently I was rewarded with her sweet, sweet tasting nectar. "Mmmm you taste wonderful baby." I sigh deeply with my eyes closed, as I slowly sipped her honey. It would have been all too easy to let the animal in me take over and throw her down on the floor and fuck her brains out, but I wanted to savour the sweet ecstasy of the moment. Cynthia pushed me back onto the couch and straddled my lap; she pressed my rigid cock against her wet pussy. And she began to kiss my neck while slowly rocking her hips she caressed my cock with her pussy. "Christ, that's so good Cynthia." I groaned. Her love juices saturated my balls, and tenderly she pressed her forehead to mine looking me deep in my eyes before kissing me passionately on the lips. Lifting herself up she guided my hard cock between her soft folds and slowly took me into her tight pussy. She moaned deeply saying. "Fuck, I can't get you in far enough dad." She placed her head on my chest and started kissing my neck slowly. She whispered to me. "Hold me tight dad I love the way I feel when your cock is in my pussy." I cradled my little girl close to my chest and kiss her gently on her forehead. I could feel her soft puffy nipples press into my chest. Slowly she started to ride my hard cock, her soft wet pussy coating me with her love nectar. "Ohhh that's it babe fuck me nice and slow, your pussy feels amazing." I groan softly. My cock could feel the raging fire burning in Cynthia's love furnace; she let out a long moan as she pressed her lips to my earlobe and nibbled me softly. I could feel her pussy clinch my cockhead tightly as it tried to get more of me inside her. I pulled her to my lips and I kiss her deeply as my hands squeezed her soft firm breasts. "Oooh I wish this could last forever dad." she gasped. Cynthia continued to hump me, and I started to suck each of her nipples in turn, I could feel my baby coming close to orgasm. Her breathing deepened, her chest was heaving as she ground her pussy into me harder and harder. "Ohhh God I cumming." She moaned as she kissed my neck. I was not far behind, my balls felt like they were ready to explode inside her. I pulled her tightly close to me pushing my cock in as deeply as I could into her wet pussy, her throbbing pussy clinched my shaft hard and it was all I needed to send me over the edge. "Fuck baby I am cumming, cumming in your pussy." I moaned deeply. Squeezing me tightly she whispered into my ear "Fill my pussy dad, I love to feel you fill my pussy with your cum." Cynthia pulled me tightly to her body, with her arms wrapped around my neck, she nuzzled in close and let out a deep long sigh "I want this to last forever dad, promise me it will last forever." As she covered my neck in baby kisses. "I promise babe," I say. "I will love you forever my love." And I kiss her tenderly on her cheek. She rested her head on my shoulder as her orgasm ebbed slowly away. She shivered slightly. "Are you cold pet?" I ask. She nodded her head, and carefully I rolled my baby onto the blanket. My cock slipping out of her pussy; still dripping cum. "Awww I hate when that happens dad, my pussy feels so empty." She moaned, as I wrapped the blanket around her shoulders kissing her lightly on the head as I tuck her in. I went to relive myself, and as I stood urinating into the bowl I glanced into the mirror and wondered if it would indeed last forever? All I knew was that I was now hopelessly and deeply in love with my daughter Cynthia. It didn't seem to matter anymore that she was my daughter, my baby. All I knew was that I am experiencing a deep soul consuming love. And yet many questions remained in my head. Returning to my lover I could see she was curled up on the couch and sleeping, slowly and ever so gently I scooped my daughter up as I have done so many times in the past and carried her to bed. But this time it was not to her bed; I was carrying my baby to our bed. I lowered my beautiful naked girl onto the bed and climbed in behind her. I snuggle in close to her and I gently kiss the back of her neck as I press my slightly flaccid cock in between her ass cheeks. "I love you Cynthia." I whisper. "I love you so much". She pulled on my cock and positioning herself she presses the head into her pussy. Saying "That's better dad." As she pulled my arm tightly around her chest and slowly she drifted off into a deep sleep. I listened to her breathing as I had done many times when she was a child. God how I loved this girl; this woman I thought as I felt sleep begin to slowly gently carry me away as well. ***** Join us again soon for chapter III, I hope you are enjoying this story thus far. Tangled Ch. 03 Ben Black and his twenty-one year old daughter Cynthia are having a steamy incestuous love affair. This affair has trouble Ben deeply all along. But now trouble looms on the horizon, something Ben may have never have expected. Sitting in my office on the second floor I swing my chair around and I begin to day dream out the window. I watch as people come and go in and out of our building. I spot a familiar face walking towards the front door it was my daughter Cynthia. I watch as she stops to chat to one of my younger colleagues for a moment before heading in. I wondered what had brought her here so early. Looking at my watch it was only 11:40am and I thought something must be amiss. She knocked at my door and announced. "It's me dad, can I come in?" "Sure, sure you can." I say. "I saw you talking to Joe Murray on the way in." I say as she entered. "You mean you were watching me?" she replied in what I took to be a slightly angry tone. "I didn't mean it that way Cynthia. Is everything ok?" "I'm sorry I snapped dad. I'm not feeling so good today. And I came over to ask if I could take the car home?" "That's fine honey, we all have our off days. Look, I don't have a lot on today so why don't I run you home. And I'll look after you for the evening." "You don't really have to dad. I'm fine driving by myself." "I don't mind pet, you are a funny colour. What kind of dad would I be if I didn't look after my little girl?" I say, as I kiss her on the head. She sat down in my swivel chair, and just as she did as a little girl she sat staring out the window soulfully. I wondered what was wrong? I hoped it was nothing too serious. Perhaps a cold I thought, she was shivering on the couch the other night after we. Well after we finished being intimate. "Ok babe. Ready to go." I say. We make our way to the car, and on the ride home she was unusually quite. Cynthia is a very bubbly girl, and most of the time I can hardly get a word in as she chats away to me. That's one of the things I loved about her, I loved listening to the sound of her voice. We arrive home and I let us both in, I suggested she get into her night clothes and settle into bed for a rest. I told her I would bring some lemon tea as it was a good pick-me-up. The phone rang as I was fixing her tea, I answered it, and it was a client who needed advice. I spent about twenty minutes talking to him; walking him through his new server and the command lines needed to carry out the newer operations we had built in. After I had dealt with him I made the tea for my baby. And I headed down to our room and she was no place in sight, she wasn't in the bathroom as the door was open when I passed. I called out to her and I got no reply. I noticed her room door was slightly opened and I went in. I got a shock; there she was huddled up in the corner of her room with a childhood teddy bear clutched in her arms, and she was sobbing away to herself. I had found her like this once before; after what her mother did to her many years ago. I put the cup down and I knelt in front of her,I started to rub my fingers through her hair and I ask. "What's wrong Cynthia. What has happened?" She threw her arms around my neck hugging me tightly. "Oh god dad," she sobbed "I think I'm pregnant!" Well holy shit did my world begin to collapse around me as the shock hit me. Jesus Christ she told me she was on birth control, what the fuck happened I thought. "Fuck it, I thought you were on the pill." I say, slightly raising my voice. "I don't know dad, really I don't know." "Were you taking it, were you really taking it Cynthia?" I probe. A horrible thought popped into my head. Perhaps she wanted to get pregnant, perhaps in her own mind this was her way of making sure we'd be together. "Of course I was fucking taking it dad. Do you think I wanted to get pregnant, is that what you think!" she snapped back angrily, as her tears rolled down her face. Her eyes were now quite red and puffy from crying and I began to regret my last statement. I made her sit on the bed and I sat down beside her, and placing her head in my lap she continued to cry, she was shaking like a leaf just like all those years ago. And an image filled my mind as I recalled the past events. I came home that day to find my estranged wife had cut off all of Cynthia's beautiful hair with a scissors. I had found her just as she was today with her mother standing over her shouting "Your not a jezebel now are you?" I grabbed the scissors from my wife and pushed her out the door. Cynthia was only ten I guess when it happened. I pull a tissue from my pocket and lifting her up I begin to dry her eyes, I hug her close and say. "Don't worry my love.I am here for you, just as I always have been." "I know dad, I know. You have always been my knight in shining armour." She replies still shaking. I wondered what she meant by her statement, was she also remembering the events from all those years ago too. Was it theses events that had driven her in to my arms? Was it the trigger for the love and affection she had for me? So many questions, but I pushed them aside. "Are you sure you are pregnant?" I ask. "Yes dad, I think I am. My period is five weeks late." "Did you test yourself; you know one of them home testers?" "Yes I did! But the result was vague. It didn't go either of the colours." "Well there you go, perhaps you may not be." I say trying to calm her down a bit. Fuck this is a fucking disaster I think to myself. You stupid fucking moron, why did you get involved in this crazy relationship with your daughter. Fuck! Looking me deep into my eyes Cynthia spoke. "I must be, my period is way late dad." "This is my fault. I should have stopped this in the beginning." I say. "No dad, no. I wanted this. I have always wanted this. I love you. I really really do dad." "I love you Cynthia. I love you too. But lets think about this logically pet." "What do you mean dad?" she says, as she sits up still sniffling and shaking. "Well just because that test did not work. Why don't we try getting another one; you know, by a different manufacturer." "They are all pretty much the same dad." "Well then Cynthia, just humour me then. I can pop out and get one." I say, in a reassuring tone. "Ok dad. Go get it. I'll stay here." "Ok babe, come on I'll tuck you into our bed before I go and I'll make you some fresh lemon tea as well." "Oh dad, what would I do I do without you." she says, as a smile starts to light her face. I head out in the car and my mind is racing at about a hundred miles an hour as I drive down the road. Jesus you have really, really fucked up big time haven't you? I think to myself. You are as bad as her mother, I think. You have hurt your beautiful baby girl. I was so fucked up in the head I drove right passed the pharmacist and I was almost a mile down the road when I occurred to me. I swung the car around and headed back. I saw a flash in my mirror and I thought fuck, that's all I need a fucking speeding ticket. I had passed a mobile camera doing 75mph in a 50mph. I head into the store to get the kit and like a nervous teenager in buying rubbers I was picking up useless items. The shop assistant came over to me to ask if I needed help. I whispered to her telling her I needed a pregnancy kit. I told her my wife was at home sick and she thought she was pregnant. Their stock was low she told me, but they still had older kits in back that were still good, but needed a more hands on approach; her exact words. Ok I said I will take one, and she goes off to fetch it. She proceeds to explain the operations to me, but I say its fine, because beside me a nosey old woman was listening to our every word. I head back home and when I enter the hall Cynthia is waiting there for me. She literally jumps into my arms and grabs me tightly saying. "Don't leave me dad, don't ever leave me." "Never, I would never leave you pet." I say, and I hug her tightly to me. We sat at the kitchen table and opened the box, the instructions were five pages long in the booklet. Looking at me a rather crossly Cynthia asked me. "Fuck dad, these went out with the stone age. Where did you get it?" "It's all they had in the store. And the lady said it would work ok." "Fine, fine I'll give it a go!" she says, and heads for the bathroom. About five minutes later she comes back in. "Any luck?" I ask. "No I couldn't go dad. I'm just too nervous to pee." "look, lets grab a couple of beers and try again later, a few beers will fill your bladder up." I chuckle trying hard to make light of this nightmare situation. "Fine dad, fine." she replied her tone sounding slightly impatient. We sit there drinking beer in silence; I suppose we were both wool gathering, reflecting on the events that brought us here. I resolved to stand by my baby come what may. Standing up after about an hour Cynthia was first to speak. "I'll try this again dad." And she heads to the bathroom, after a few minutes she calls to me. "Dad would you mind coming in here please?" So I opened the bathroom door and she was standing in her nightdress with the plastic cup from the kit. "I need your help, do you mind dad?" she asks. "No, I don't mind pet. What do you want me to do?" "I need you to hold the cup while I pee. My hand is shaking so much, I can't fill it." "No problem babe, don't be embarrassed; I'm not." I say. So I take the cup and she lifts her gown up exposing her pussy, she takes a deep breath letting it out slowly, and a stream of piss starts coming out. I admit I was getting horny at the sight of my daughter pissing. But I brushed that thought aside quickly. The piss splattered over the cup splashing onto my hand; her bladder must have been filled to bursting point. I see her blush and she says "Oh god I'm sorry dad." "It's ok pet, don't worry I clean up when you are done." I reassure her. I hand her the cup and she leaves the bathroom to place the wand or whatever it was in to the sample. I turn to wash my hands and there are still droplets of her piss on my fingers. Without thinking about it I put a finger into my mouth and tasted her pee, it was slightly salty, but yet tasted sweet. Before I knew it I had sucked my fingers dry. Fuck I thought to myself you are sick. I went back to the kitchen and we both sat there looking at this experiment. After twenty minutes or so Cynthia removed the wand and compared it to the colour chart. It was hard to tell if she was or was not pregnant. Fuck that for a game of cowboys I thought. "See dad. What did I tell you." she says pointing at this wand. "Look I think the best thing to do is visit a doctor and have a proper test done." I reply. "Ok, but we should really go somewhere else, to a doctor who has never seen us before." "Ok, I will drive you across town in the morning to a doctor's office." I say. I persuade her to go to bed, and after tucking her in I return to the kitchen to gather my thoughts. Suppose she is pregnant I thought, could our child be somehow not right, deformed or some such other thing because of our father daughter relationship? My mind began to run wild again as all sorts of horror scenarios filled my head. I drank a good few more beers before I went to bed. But I was not drunk, but I wasn't far off. I crawl in beside my baby and kiss her gently on her head; I can see her sleep is troubled. And I settle down to try and sleep myself not knowing what tomorrow's events may bring. Part four will be coming soon. I hope you are enjoying the story so far. Tangled Ch. 04 Ben Black and his twenty-one year old daughter Cynthia are having a steamy incestuous love affair. This affair has always troubled Ben deeply. But now the revelation by his daughter that she may carry his child brings his world crashing down around him. Can it possibly get any worse he wonders? I awoke at 6am the following morning. My baby Cynthia was still sleeping so I crept out of the room. My bladder was fit to burst from all the beer I had drank a few hours before. And a little man was busy with a jack-hammer pounding away in my head. Standing over the bowel in the bathroom reliving myself, the events of the last twenty-four hours come flooding back again to my mind. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, and I was and barely able to look myself in the eyes. How could you do this? How could you hurt your precious little girl? I ask myself. The sad truth was I had no answers to these questions. I filled the washbasin with water and I began to ready myself to shave, pausing for a moment, I attempted to settle my hand that held the razor. It was still trembling from shock. When I had finished I crept back into the room and my baby was still asleep. After I dressed quietly I return to her side, I gently stroke her forehead and she slowly opened her eyes. "Hi dad," she says. "Is it morning already?" she asks, as she rubs the sleep from hers eyes. "Yes my love. It's seven-fifteen." I say, as I kiss her gently on her head, pausing a moment with my kiss. "I'll go put the kittle on, and you can get dressed." "Ok dad, give me a minute and I'll throw something on." I thought she had a shallow colour about her face, and her wonderful blues eyes seemed to have lost some of their sparkle. A short time later she joined me in the kitchen and as she sat down I poured her a cup of tea. After taking a sip she asked. "Any thoughts on a doctor dad?" "I found a female doctor about ten miles away, her name is Julie Preston. We can leave after you finish your tea." I reply. "I'm finished now dad if you want to go." I can see she has barely drunk any tea, and as she starts to get up she staggers slightly. I put my arms out to catch her and she sits back down again. Smiling up at me she says. "Let's try that again dad." I help Cynthia out to the car, and I jump in and we set off for the doctor's office, the heavy morning traffic keeps my mind occupied as I drive along. I feel her hand on my arm and I turn to look at her. Smiling she says. "I love you dad." "I love you to." I reply. It was only a short time later when I noticed she had gone quite, turning over to look, I see she is slumped forward in her seat. Her seat belt was the only thing holding her in place. In a panic I shook her calling her name. "Cynthia. Cynthia are you ok!" I shout. But I got no reaction, the lights had turned red but I had not noticed and I almost hit the car in front. I hopped out and ran to her door, opening it I started to shake her trying to wake her. "Oh Jesus baby please wake up. Please wake up! " I cried alarmingly. But she was unconscious and her breathing was shallow. The drivers behind me started to blow their horns, they were angry at being held up. Little did they realise the drama that was unfolding a few feet away. Hopping back into the car I tried to think of the nearest hospital, St Gabriel's I thought. It's only a short distance ahead, so I head for it as fast as I could; pulling outside the casualty entrance. I hopped out and I heard a voice call. "Hey fella. You can't park there, it's for ambulances only!" Turning around I see it is a security guard. "It's an emergency. My daughter..." I call out, but before I could finish the guard had caught sight of Cynthia slumped in the car. He shouts at me. "Jesus Christ buddy. Run, run in quick; go in the door on the right. I'll take care of your daughter!" I ran in the doors and I explained to a nurse what had happened. She called a doctor and they ran out to the car. Opening the door the doctor asked. "What happened, how long is she out?" "I don't know, five or ten minutes." I say. "What's her name?" He asks me, as I leaned in from the driver's side. "It's Cynthia, Cynthia Black, she's my daughter." The doctor shakes Cynthia calling her name trying to wake her, but she doesn't respond.Hurriedly the bundle her on to a stretcher and take her inside the emergency room. The nurse stops me going in saying the team need to work on my baby. She asks me to recall exactly what had happened. I told her as much as I dared. I couldn't say. "Oh nurse I have been banging my daughter night, noon and morning. And I think she is pregnant!" Could I now? The nurse disappears in, and after what seemed like a very long time the team push Cynthia through the door on the trolley and they head for the lift. I chase after them and I can see they have a line in her arm and she is breathing oxygen through a mask. "What's up with her, what's wrong with my baby?" I ask the doctors, as I reached in to touch her arm. She briefly opens her eyes and tries to smile. "We have to take her to theatre Mr. Black, your daughter is hemorrhaging inside and needs surgery right away." They bundled her in to the lift and the nurse stopped me going in, she told me this lift goes to the theatre on the second floor, and I had to use the next one and go wait in the waiting room. Frantically I pushed the buttons to call the lift, but then I think Fuck! the car. I raced to the front door and the guard is still there. "How's you daughter doing?" He asks. I tell him she has been taken to the theatre and he says. "Go back in and look after your daughter. I will park your car and hold on to the keys.They will tell you where I am at the front desk when you need the car." I thank him, I couldn't believe the kindness this security guard; this stranger had shown me. Perhaps he had a daughter himself like Cynthia I thought, as I turn to rush back inside. Running back I find the stairs and race up to the second floor, I find the empty waiting room and I begin to pace up and down. Oh Christ I thought, what if I lose my baby girl? The hours tick by and every shadow I see move has me jumping up to see if it's a nurse or doctor with some news.Eventually a surgeon appears at the door and walks in and he turns to close the door. Before he can say a word I blurt out "My daughter, my little girl, how is she?" "Mr. Black, your daughter is a very lucky lady. We operated and she was bleeding badly from her womb. Did you know she was pregnant?" What could I say but lie. "No Doctor, I didn't know." Sitting me down he explained that the pregnancy was known as an ectopic pregnancy. I told him I had never heard of it. He continued to explain it happens sometimes that the embryo stays inside a woman's fallopian tubes. And if not detected early enough it can cause haemorrhaging inside. He tells me that she will make a slow recovery and that her body has taken a hammering because of it. I ask if I can see her, and he says only for a few moments. They were just moving her to the high dependency unit and that he would send a nurse when they were ready. Eventually a nurse led me into the unit, I hardly recognise my little girl with all the lines and tubes hanging out of her. She was still hooked up to oxygen and breathing shallow. I start to rub my fingers through her fringe, my hand shaking as I did. Sitting down I cradled my head in my hands and I begin to cry. I just couldn't handle the fact that I had brought this all on her. I had almost lost my beautiful baby girl. The only person I cared deeply for in the whole world. Seeing me as I was, the nurse came over from her station, and placing her hand on my shoulder she whispered into my ear. "Come this way Mr. Black. She is a tough cookie and she will be ok." She took me into her office and sat me down and opening a press she took out a small bottle of brandy. "Here Mr. Black, drink this. I keep it for occasions like this." She says, as she pours it into a cup. I gulp the brandy down, and it helps steady my nerves. She explains that I should not worry as they will take good care of her. She asks me if there is anybody she can call for me. And I tell her it's only me and Cynthia, we have no other family. I ask if I can stay by her side. But the nurse said no, and seeing I was so distressed she led me to a small room just off the theatre floor a short distance away. It had a small cot that she used herself when she had to pull a double shift. It's not much she tells me, but says I won't be disturbed. I ask her to promise me to come fetch me as soon as Cynthia had woken up. She left closing the door behind her, leaving me to my thoughts. I have had many long nights of worry about my little girl when she was small. Cynthia had measles when she was very little and was very sick with a fever, but I never left her side. Now when she needed me most I wasn't there. Curling up on the cot I tried to sleep, I constantly woke up shaking as nightmares tortured my mind. I wasn't sure of the time when the nurse opened the door and called me. "Mr. Black are you awake?" "Yes nurse," I reply. "Is she awake, how is she?" "She's calling for you Mr. Black. Come this way." She says, as she walks out the door. I follow the nurse back to the unit and by baby is awake, but only just. I lean in and kiss her on the head and I whisper. "I'm sorry Cynthia. I never meant to hurt my love." Tears were starting to run down my face again. She opens her eyes and smiles up at me. Barely able to speak, she croaks. "Don't cry dad, please don't cry. I love you." I continue to rub my fingers along her forehead and she presses her head into hand and smiles, slowly she drifts off to sleep again. The nurse calls me over to her and tells me I should go home, I protest, but I had to admit defeat. I was exhausted and I would be of little use to my baby in this state. I eventually made my way to the front desk, it was now 6:30am the following day, the guard who took my car was off duty but he had left my keys and his phone number asking me to let him know how my daughter was. I sent a text to him thanking him and gave him and update. I eventually made it home to the house, and I found myself back in Cynthia's room where all of this had somehow started all those years ago. Her teddy bear was still on the floor where she dropped it, picking it up I curled up in her bed and clinging on to the bear I whisper a silent prayer, begging whatever deity that created us to help my baby, before I pass out cold. Tangled part five will follow soon. Thanks for reading. Tangled Ch. 05 Ben Black and his daughter Cynthia are having a passionate incestuous love affair. Ben has had deep reservations about this intense sexual fuelled relationship. But now he finds his whole world has come crashing down around him with the confirmation that his daughter was indeed carrying his child and now she lies in hospital gravely ill. I am awoken from my sleep by loud banging on my front door. Bleary eyed I stagger out of the room still clutching the teddy bear. "All right, all right. I'm fucking coming!" I shout in the direction of the door. Looking through peephole I see its two cops, shit I thought, what the fuck do they want? Oh fuck Cynthia I think, has something happened at the hospital? Or has she said something while under the effects of the anaesthesia and that's why they are here. To arrest me? Her pervert father. I shout out. "Give me a minute. I have to get dressed." Of course I was still fully dressed, I was just buying a minute or two, so I could gather my thoughts. Placing down the teddy bear on the hall table I answered the door. Opening the door I find the two cops staring in at me, they are both wearing dark shades. And they both look very intimidating indeed. "Are you Benjamin Black?" one of the cops asks in a stern voice. "Yes, yes I am. What is the matter, is there a problem officer?" But before I could say another word the second cop asked "Is that your vehicle sir?" "Yes, what of it?" "I think we better step inside sir, unless you want to discuss this at the door?" "Oh yes, yes of course officers. Step this way please." As I guide them to the living room I feel a bit relieved it's about the car and not Cynthia. Sitting down on the couch the two cops glared down at me as they remained standing. "Can I see your licence and details sir please." Standing up I take my wallet out and hand my licence and insurance details to the cops. "Sure, sure. Here you go officer. What is this all about?" I ask. "Your registration number was reported to us by some other road users. You were seen driving erratically at speed down Elm Street yesterday. Would you care to explain that sir?" "Yes, yes officer. I was going to work yesterday morning with my daughter. And she collapsed in the car as we drove along. Panicking because I couldn't wake her I drove as fast as I could to St Gabriel's hospital ." "How old is your daughter, and what's her name Mr Black?" "It's Cynthia. Her name is Cynthia and she is twenty-one." I notice the other cop is writing in his note book, recording our conversation in detail I guess, he looks at me from under his shades and asks. "Does she live here with you and your wife Mr Black?" He assumes my wife still lives here too, I think to myself. "Yes officer, Cynthia lives with me." I say, nervously. "I mean she stays with me here. And I'm divorced." "Right sir." The other cop continues. "You have committed a very serious traffic offence. We have enough witnesses and we have examined the CCTV footage from the traffic cameras. And they collaborate that you were doing about 75+mph in a 30mph zone." "look, I am sorry officer, it was an emergency. My daughter almost died because of internal bleeding." "You should have called an ambulance sir." "Yes, I am sorry officer, I panicked. I just didn't know what to do!" The two cops look at each other and they move back into the hall, I hear them whispering for a moment or two before they walk back in to me again. "Ok Mr Black we have enough information for now. We will check with the hospital to verify your daughter is indeed a patient there, before we decide how to proceed." "Ok, I'm sorry about all this, really I am officer." The cops take my mobile number and I show them to the door, I collapse onto my knees inside the front door. Jesus Christ I think, thank fuck it's about speeding and not about Cynthia and me. I get up and grab my phone to call the hospital for an update on my baby; they tell me that she had a restful night. And ask me to bring in some of her night clothes later. Looking at the clock I see its 11am already, I call work to explain my absence and they tell me to take as much time off as I need. Grabbing a much needed cup of coffee I sit in the kitchen alone with my thoughts. In sheer frustration I bang my fist on the table! This has to stop I think, it has to stop. My baby girl, my beautiful little baby girl had almost died on me. You nearly killed her you perverted fucker, I say to myself before collapsing onto the table. And I began to cry like a little lost child. After about twenty minutes I sit back up and try to settle myself, I headed to the shower to freshen up, and after I got dressed I head to our room to get some of Cynthia's clothes. I pull out some of her underwear and clothes and pile them into a case. On my way out I grab her teddy bear and I set off for the hospital. On the way to the hospital I stopped to buy a bunch of roses thinking they might cheer her up. I managed to find my way back to the unit where she is, and on entering I see she is awake and propped up slightly in the bed. Her face lights up with a big smile as I enter the room, and rushing over to her side I kiss her on the head and say. "Oh god Cynthia I am so happy to see you awake. I'm sorry my love, I'm really sorry for causing all this." Smiling up at me, and in a weak voice she says. "Don't worry dad, it's ok." I place the roses at the foot of the bed and I hand her the teddy bear, she hugs him tightly and smiles at me. She seems pleased I remembered how much she loves roses, and that I remembered to bring the bear. The nurse comes over to me and takes the case with her clothes. She asks me to leave for a few moments while they dress my baby. I go off to get a coffee and I wait in the hallway. When I returned to her bed they had dressed Cynthia and fixed her hair. She looked better now she was dressed in her own clothes and not that awful green hospital gown. The nurses had placed the roses in a vase on the locker beside her, and they did seem to brighten the place up a bit. Sitting down beside her I let out a long sigh before speaking."God I almost lost you pet." "What happened dad, I remember we were driving along. But after that it's just a jumble of images." "You passed out in the car and I could not wake you. So in a panic I drove here as fast as I could." I didn't mention the visit I had from the cops as she had enough on her plate as it is. "Have they told you what happened yet?" I enquire. "Yes, yes they have. The doctor was around this morning to see me. I was pregnant after all dad." "Oh baby, I know. But please keep your voice down. The nurses might hear you." I whisper to her in fear that they will find me out. "Dad its fine really. I did not mention anything, anything about us." Leaning forward I place my head on her lap in the bed, she gently rubs her fingers across my forehead, and it is good to feel her touch me once more. The nurse came over and interrupted us, she had informed the surgeon I was here and he would be up shortly to speak to us both. After about twenty minutes he appeared at our side. "Good morning Mr. Black, and good morning again Cynthia, I see your father brought in some clothes for you. Good, I have found it helps a patient feel more at ease when they are dressed in their own clothes." Pulling up a chair he began to repeat the conversation he already had with Cynthia. He told us that she was indeed a lucky girl to be alive. He didn't ask about the father of the unborn baby, much to my relief. And he explained in detail what they had done, he said that it was unlikely Cynthia would ever be able to have other children, but that she should be thankful she was alive. I ask how long she would be in hospital, and he said about ten to fourteen days depending on how well she recovered. Standing up he shook my hand and left. "Baby I am sorry for all of this. Look when you get better I think you should find your own place, it will be for the best." I whisper to her. Cynthia looked at me with a frightened face, and she started to sob. "Oh dad, please don't send me away. Please, I love you dad so much." "I love you too pet. But we can't continue like this." "I want to, I love you. I want to spend my life with you." Seeing how much I have upset her, I tell her we will talk about this after she gets better. Sitting down in my chair I watch as she lies there smiling at me, and slowly she drifts off to sleep again. I don't know what to think, I love this girl I really do, and she loves me. But it's wrong; this love has to be wrong. How can a father fall in love with his own daughter? Am I just a pervert in denial? Or am I deeply in love with my little baby girl? I question myself. She says she loves me, she said the sex was not all that it was about. That it was just us sharing our souls and our love for each other. But I must confess, I still have this dirty feeling inside me. The days pass slowly, and with each passing day my baby gets stronger and stronger. She is moved from the high dependency unit into a single room and we have time to talk more about our future together. She begs me not to send her away, telling me she has always wanted to share her life; her soul with me. And that if it were possible, she would marry me in a heartbeat. I told her I was sorry about the baby, and she said she was saddened by the loss of our child. And the fact she couldn't have any more children. She didn't know how we would have explained it all away. But perhaps it was all for the best. She even suggested we take a holiday together; we could go someplace nice and even pretend to be husband and wife. Stunned by her revelations I reassure Cynthia I will not send her away. I'm not so sure what to do now? I was up early the morning she was coming home from hospital, and like an excited child at Christmas I went out and bought lots of balloons. And I practically filled the living room with red roses. And I bought a bottle of champagne to celebrate her home coming. When we arrived home I placed her case and the bear in her room on the bed and returned to the living room where she was standing there crying. Not knowing what was wrong I rush over to her and taking my baby in my arms I hug her, and I whisper into her ear. "What's up my love?" "God dad, I am so happy to be home, so really happy we are here." "Cheer up pet, don't cry. Look I got us some champagne to celebrate." And I cracked open the bottle and filled up two glasses for us. "Here's to us dad, I love you with all my heart." "I love you too Cynthia; I love you so very much." We sat and chatted for a while and after a bit she excused herself saying she wanted to change into something more comfortable. I watched as she walked down the hall thinking it was good to have her home and well again. I watched as she took the case and bear from her room and took them into mine, I didn't say anything, as I am not sure what I would say to her. NO! I returned to the living room and I filled myself another glass, standing there I stared at her baby pictures that were dotted about the place. I heard her voice call me from behind. "Well lover, what does a girl have to do to get some action around here?" Turning around I see Cynthia dressed in a see thru pink baby doll that just came down to her belly button. And complete with matching knickers her pussy bulged beautifully out of them. "Cynthia, what the fuck gives!" I exclaimed. Walking over to me with that wicked smile on her face she says. "Dad. I have been locked up in hospital for two weeks. And my pussy is itching to get your big cock inside." What could I say, as I said before a vision such as this would drive any man insane! Stunned by all this, she leads me off to our room and we proceed to fuck our brains out long into the small hours. I must confess I am not sure where this will end, but for now I am too busy fucking my baby's brains out. And oh yes, before I get back to shagging my daughter, the cops decided not to press charges due to it being a genuine emergency. But I did get fined and points for the mobile camera. Oh well, I will just have to be content fucking my lovely baby girl! Won't I? Bye. The End, or is it the beginning? Maybe a holiday in Europe?