This is the second part of a series detailing my incestuous love I have for my father. If you haven't read the first chapter
How it all began
then may I suggest you do so. Many thanks to all those who are voting for me, for it gives me the encouragement to continue.
Steve sighed as the murky waters of the sea changed for the speckled green of the english countryside, soon it would be Brize Norton and all the bullshit that went with coming home, the backslapping, de-briefing and last but not least the acclimatisation, three days of pure hell stuck on camp being asked all kinds of stupid questions and those invasive but essential medical checks.
But those thoughts only occupied his mind for a few moments, for another problems weighed heavily on his mind; how was he going tell his daughter that Chris would not be coming home for at least another six weeks and it had been seven months since he and Chris had ravished; no raped his daughter, seven long months of questioning guilt; for now he knew the truth, the horrible truth of why his daughter never took an interest in boys; he was her one and only love; that is to say until she met Chris his lover for from that day the three of them seemed to share an inseparable bond.
Wondering how Sarah would greet his homecoming, Steve choked back a tear then turned his eyes back to the slow moving scenery, he recalled how stunning Sarah looked in the pictures Chris had received from her; also under the guise of writing love letters to Chris, how she missed them both terribly.
Hearing the screech of the tyres on the tarmac, he waited, first for the roar then the shudder to run through the aircraft as it quickly de-accelerated. Seeing the landscape flash by, he realised how apprehensive he was about meeting Sarah. Wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers, he felt the plane swerve off the runway as it headed for the unloading apron. Before he knew it, he was walking down the steps, nervously scanning the waiting crowd.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat as he spotted Sarah, there in the crowd with a smile beaming from ear to ear waving frantically at him. Caught amongst the milling crowd stood on the tarmac Steve lost sight of his daughter; then working; no barging his way through he suddenly heard Sarah cry "Daddy...Daddy I'm over here," turning towards the sound, he first saw a pair of tanned arms emerge from the crowd which then pull him to her before giving him a big hug. Still tired and fatigued the best Steve could do was smile and hug her back.
"Where's Chris?" she inquiringly asked bringing a slight blush of colour to her cheeks.
"All I know is Chris got called back to 'recon' some area," replied Steve in his matter of fact voice; Sarah knowing not to say anything more, just scoured, took hold of his hand and walked with him towards baggage reclaim.
Standing there with his daughter beside him, waiting for his luggage; he felt he was standing alongside his long departed wife. An almost overpowering urge was telling him to take this younger Emma into his arms and plead for her to come back; oh! How he missed her. In resisting the urge a slight tremor ran through his body, whilst a tear trickled down his cheek.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" asked Sarah, reaching for and wiping the tear off his cheek. Unable to stop himself, he grasped her hand and gently kissed her soft fingertips.
"You look so much like your mother," he murmured as she looked back at him with a confused look on her face.
With the arrival of his luggage they shared one final embrace before Steve turned and entered the reception building for his three days of hell. With tears in her eyes, Sarah watched and waved for as long as she could before making her way back to the car and home.
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Being a hot humid night Sarah had thrown off all the bedclothes; now late in the morning she just lay totally naked on the bed, her faithful toy beginning to work wonders on her clit, whilst her fingers gently plucked and teased her hardened nipples. Her breathing was just quickening, when through the open window she heard the crunch of tyres on the driveway.
"Who the fuck can that be!" growled Sarah as she raced around looking for something to put on; for this being an extremely hot summer and with the whole house to herself, she hardly bothered with clothing, perhaps the occasional pair of panties or thong to 'help keep the toys' in but very little else. Finding only a pair of skimpy shorts and a cropped 'T-shirt' handy, Sarah quickly slipped into these before making her way to the front of the house.
Ding Dong, Diiiiiing Dooong went the bell.
"Alright...Alright! I'm coming as quick as I can" yelled Sarah as the door bell was being rung relentlessly.
Rushing towards the stairs she heard the slamming of the heavy front door followed by a "Hello, Sarah, is anybody there."
"Daddy...Daddy! Your home!" cried Sarah as she rushed across the hallway to meet her father.
Dropped his kit onto the floor, her father quickly braced himself for the impact. They hugged and kissed each other like two long lost lovers, each trying to get the better of the other, their actions finally slowed until they just stood there: Now apart Steve couldn't stop himself from looking at his daughter, at her long, shapely legs, the way her clothes clung to her body leaving very little to the imagination; Steve was traumatised by the vision before him.
"Coo-eee I'm here" said Sarah gently in an effort to break the silence.
"Okay, Sorry!" Steve mumbled, but his mind was still elsewhere.
I may be her father, he told himself, but I'm also a man, too. Looking around, he tried to control the stirring in his loins, but nothing seemed to help as her gorgeous figure kept drawing his eyes back to her. Before long, his interest in her was very evident and pushing its way slowly up the front of his trousers.
No, he muttered to himself. How can you let yourself get aroused by your own daughter? I know you've been away from civilization fighting that bloody war. Suddenly his mind took a tangent; but hold on; what about all those pictures and love letters he received via Chris and the crotch of her shorts, did they seem a trifle damp?
Hoping his daughter would not see his actions, Steve quickly adjusted the front of his trousers whilst reaching down to gather his kit before making his way upstairs to his bedroom room; Sarah quickly scampered upstairs yelling something about freshening up and possibly changing into something a little more comfortable. Steve now in great need of a piss immediately dropped his kit on the bed and rushed towards his en-suite bathroom. Snatching at the handle, he flung the door open and charged inside. Suddenly, his eyes sprang wide open and with mouth a gapped he was transfixed by the beautiful body that stood before him.
"Daddy...Dad!" he heard her cry.
"Sorry...Sorry!" he stuttered, staring down at the beautiful ass before him.
"Daddy," she pleaded, spinning on her bare foot, turning rapidly to face him.
"Oh Sarah, I am sorry," he murmured, his eyes now sweeping over her hairless pussy, on pass the narrow waist and up to the beautiful pair of breasts that stood before him.
She gave him a smile, but made little effort to hide herself as he stumbled back out of the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind him.
After a few seconds Steve began thinking "What the hell is she doing in my bathroom," with that Steve reached for and knocked on the door.
"Sarah...Sarah, what the hell are you doing in my bathroom? Yours is down the hall."
Not hearing a reply, Steve rushed down to the other bathroom, quickly stepped inside then closed the door behind him as he struggled to release his fully erect cock; stood now in front of the toilet he aimed his cock downwards looking for relief but the fullness of his erection prevented the flow of water. Standing in agony, he willed his cock to co-operate but nothing was forthcoming. In final desperation he aimed his cock into the shower, where there, he finally found the relief he desired for he pissed for what seemed like hours before his painful bladder was drained of its contents. In washing down his spoil, Steve decided to completely strip off and dived under the shower. There under its tepid water, Steve resisted the urge to 'jack off' and completed his impromptu shower.
