All characters portrayed are written as above the age of 18.
This story contains (some) father / daughter incest. If that's not for you, move on, read no further and please don't rate badly, it's a fantasy after all and isn't real. This part takes off immediately from the last one, so it might be a good idea to read the previous part to get an idea of what's going on. This has been a substantial re-edit and will be very different in tempo to the last chapter. There's still plenty of sex, but it's worth mentioning that there's also a lot of story to go through to get to it. So if you're looking for a quicky, this may not be your thing. Please also be aware that the amount of incest in this part is very minimal.
So there we were; public changing room, my daughter and I, both flushed from fresh, energetic sex.
Abby gazed at the pool of cum on the floor for a few seconds and appeared to squeeze her legs together tightly. A shudder raced through her body and her eyes fluttered. She looked at me and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me hard then breathed into my mouth "I love you Daddy. I love feeling you inside me".
I was still reeling from shock that we'd been watched. The unknown person had shot a load right on the floor next to us, totally unbeknownst to the pair of us.
Abby broke away, lifted her skirt slightly to rearrange her panties over her dripping mound. My cum was still trickling down her legs, and as soon as she snapped her thong back into place, a dark patch appeared where my sperm still leaked. She smoothed her panties down with her palm, rubbing the wet patch briefly. She groaned slightly, and looked up at me biting her plump lower lip. Her eyes sparkled as they met mine. "Oh my god there's so much! You're literally coming out of me!"
I didn't know what to say, I leaned against the rear wall of the changing room. My flaccid member hanging sadly from my fly. I was utterly mesmerised at the sight of her covered mount, damp and sticky from my residue. I stayed, staring, until she flipped the short skirt down covering her ruined panties. I started and quickly tucked my cock away in shame.
"Abby... I... quick let's go!" I stammered. Abandoning the store clothes, I yanked the curtain back and bolted across the shop. Abby struggled to keep up as I raced for the parking lot, to the relative safety of my car. A cold sweat began to form at the back of my neck and ran down my back.
I don't remember speaking much on the way home from our shopping trip. I have recollections that Abby was chatting away.
For me however, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders and the sinking feeling in my stomach again. I was still struggling with it. I'd enjoyed it. I'd wanted it and at the time I'd been extremely gratified by it. But once I'd discovered that we had been watched, and very likely overheard by some unknown guy, I felt the greasy shame seep into my soul. Then panic welled into me. What if he'd recorded it? Would it turn up on the internet? Or maybe I'd get a blank envelope through the door or an anonymous email. Did people actually get blackmailed? Or was that just in the movies?
I didn't want to find out. The panic rose as I drove home, checking my rear-view mirror constantly, making sure no-one was following us. I took a longer route home and must have seemed tense, but Abby didn't seem to notice. My paranoia ran unchecked.
I finally pulled into the driveway, quickly parked the car nose first and virtually bolted into the house, leaving Abby bringing up the rear to softly close the door. I headed straight to the kitchen, trying to catch my breath and groped for a glass in the upper kitchen cupboard. My heart pounded like a bass drum and my head throbbed, the blood roared in my ears like a waterfall. A sharp pain rose in my chest and I felt like my heart was in my throat. I reached unsteadily for a bottle of single malt, clumsily unscrewed the lid and sloshed a large dram into the glass and over the counter.
I gasped a breath, the pain racing through my neck and into my head, before sinking to the floor with a strangled cry. Blackness descended.
I came round to a light shining into my eyes, the ringing in my ears cleared enough for me to make out snippets of conversation.
"...... you hear me?"
"You're going to be alright"
Drowsy, I tried to lift my head. But gentle hands kept me still.
"We're going to move you, just relax and lie still for us". A female voice.
I closed my eyes and must have drifted off again.
The blare of a siren woke me and found myself restrained, jolting and rocking. Glancing from side to side, I first saw the paramedic. She leaned over me, a reassuring smile on her face before she glanced away to check the instruments to my left.
I warm hand clasped mine tightly. I tracked my eyes down and there was my angel. Eyes brimmed with tears; mascara streaked. She sobbed and smiled simultaneously. I let my head sink back into the pillow, disorientated.
"We've got you. We're on the way to the hospital" the paramedic said, shouting over the din of the wailing siren.
"What...?" I tried.
"Don't worry about that now, just hang on."
"2 minutes" yelled a male voice from behind me in the drivers cab.
I closed my eyes again.
I was rushed into the A&E and after a fairly immediate triage I was left with Abby. I was feeling more alert, but so tired. I could barely keep my eyes open and my voice sounded groggy. Abby filled me in through tears. I'd collapsed in the kitchen, clutching my chest. My wife wasn't home so Abby had called the emergency services.
The paramedics arrived and assumed it was cardiac arrest. Abby said she didn't know if I was breathing and didn't know what to do. She thought I was dead. She had to stop whilst he cried. Any words she formed were incoherent. When she was able to speak again, she told me how amazing the paramedics were as they took control, got me on the gurney and rushed me into the ambulance.
