One afternoon...
"So have you fucked her yet?"
I'm glad my back was turned to him. I knew it was coming, but that didn't make me prepared for it. In fact, his inquiry made me even hotter with anger than I could have predicted.
I shoved the metal utensil under the still red meat and flipped the patty over with barely restrained violence.
"Jesus, Dad. No."
"Well why the fuck not, Son? She's been 18 for months."
I slammed the lid of the grill, regretting it immediately. He would only feed off of any frustration or discomfort I let him see. I took a deep breath and returned to my seat at the table and my still cold beer.
"Three months. That's not that long."
"Each one your sisters had my cock in them at the stroke of midnight."
I looked across the backyard. Two of those sisters were in my pool with their husbands. My mother, baby sister, wife and daughter, were laying in chairs nearby, talking about something I couldn't hear at that distance.
I hated their visits almost as much as I hated packing up my own family and coming together with them on any of their home turfs.
I didn't reply to him. Instead, I regarded each one of my sisters. The two oldest were fine, happy, and I knew because of my dad's big mouth, still spreading their legs for him whenever he wanted. My baby sister though, was 35, unmarried, living alone in rural Idaho far away from our hometown. Far away from our father. She acted happy, but she also didn't answer the phone much or talk about anything more important than the weather. My gut told me all of those things were because of Dad.
"I mean," he paused to bark out a laugh, "your wife named her Honey for Christ's sake. Don't act like you don't want a taste."
I still didn't say anything. Instead, I picked at the label on my beer bottle where it was soft from sweat.
I'd known about my father's special interest in his daughters before the first time he'd acted on it. He was open with me, his only son, unashamed. He'd been in my ear for over 20 years talking about how good daughter pussy is. Bragging. Tempting. Convincing. How could I not want a taste of Honey?
"I'll do it if you won't. Break her in for you."
He actually reached down and grabbed the bulge of his dick through his pants. Thinking about my father fucking my daughter made me want to throw up.
"Shut the fuck up, Dad."
His eyebrows rose and his face turned red. I thought he might give me a good backhand for old times sake, but then he laughed. Loudly. And that was almost worse.
"I was starting to wonder if you still had a pair of balls. I mean, if it weren't for knocking up your wife, I never would've thought they were there in the first place, but man!"
I got up and went back to the grill counting the hours until my extended family would be gone again.
Later that day...
"Dad?"
I jumped. I'd been standing at the window watching everyone eat and at least act like they were enjoying their time together. I must've become lost in thought, I hadn't seen or heard Honey come in.
She stood near the kitchen island in her bikini top and cutoff shorts. Her golden brown hair had dried wildly after her time in the pool. She was smiling at me. Sweetly.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, babe. Just thinking. Are you having fun?"
She laughed. "What do you think?"
I couldn't help but smile back. "Probably not."
"Yeah, probably not."
She stepped closer, putting her hands in her pockets and I wanted her to touch me instead.
"So, is it Grandpa?"
I sighed, lifting my gaze to her eyes from where it had been trapped on her tits. "Partly."
"What's the other part?"
What was the other part? That I hated myself for the feelings I had towards her? That I felt dirty for wanting her exactly how my father had conditioned me to? That I was terrified he'd do something to her? That everytime I looked at her, I wanted to do something to her? That I wanted to bend her over the kitchen counter just then and fuck her tight little cunt until she screamed loud enough for everyone to hear? For my father to know once and for all that his sickness was in my blood?
"I'm not sure I can talk about the other part, Honey."
"Ok, Dad." She looked sad for me. "They'll be gone soon."
I nodded, looking at the floor.
"Don't stay in here by yourself, K? Come hang out with me if you want to avoid Grandpa."
She didn't know. She didn't know how hard it was to keep my hands off of her. She didn't know that I fought my body's response to her every minute of the day. I was terrified of being discovered. All it would take was seeing my eyes follow her every move or noticing my cock strain against my shorts whenever she was near and my father would win.
"Sounds good, babe."
Later still...
I kissed my wife tenderly and stroked the hairs at her temple. We had no secrets. "I love you," I whispered.
She smiled. "I love you too."
I crawled out of bed having never removed my swim trunks and tshirt. I heard her roll over and settle behind me as I left the room, closing the door.
The hallway was black with night. Just a sliver of moonlight illuminated the top of the stairs. I paused at my daughter's room and quietly opened the door enough to peer inside.
It was very dark. All I could see was a pair of raised forms on her bed. All I could hear was the endless drone of my father's CPAP machine. Neither seemed disturbed by my curiosity, so I backed up and closed the door once again.
The AC made the hardwood cold on my barefeet as I continued down the hallway. My wife was always on me about wearing slippers if my feet were cold, but I hated every pair she'd ever bought for me.
I crept down the steps quietly to preserve the sleep of others. For the most part, my movements were silent. The staircase let me out in the living room with our kitchen and dining room just off to the right.
I could hear Honey breathing deeply on the pullout couch a few feet away. She hated giving up her bed. Claimed she couldn't sleep on the uncomfortable mattress. I had to grin, thinking maybe I should record her little half snores to prove to her she slept just fine.
