I drop Charles off at the restaurant and he says he'll call me later so we can figure shit out.
I don't understand why this keeps happening. Is uncle Roddy going to show up in a Vader costume next? My cousin Leo? I scoff. I feel like I'm being too cool about this. I mean, I just fucked my own brother. Let him cum inside me.
And I'm hardly shocked. I guess after you let your dad cum inside your pussy, nothing will shock you.
I change before I get home and see that mom's car is still gone. I need to tell my dad that we can't fuck each other anymore. It feels incredible, yeah, but it's so wrong. I feel so guilty towards mom.
I trudge up the stairs to my room and flick the light switch, but nothing happens. "Shit. Bulbs blown," I announce to no one.
My room is dark, but I know it well. I drop my bag by my bed and hop in. I should really go find dad and tell him that shit has to be different. I've found a new Vader. One that isn't married to my mother.
I sigh into my pillow.
A hand falls on the back of my head. "Mph!" What the fuck is happening? I can't move. I can't breathe! "Gfff."
"You went out and fucked somebody else, didn't you?"
I thrash wildly. Dad?
"Who'd you fuck, Madeline?"
I can't breathe and I'm losing the strength to struggle.
When I still, my father's hand leaves my head. I gasp breath after breath. When I gather enough strength, I swing my small fists at my dad's huge body. "What the fuck is your problem, asshole?"
My dad chuckles. "Asshole? Is that how you talk to the man who made you gush twice today?"
I growl at him, swinging hard at his chest and stomach. His hard stomach. Oh.
Dad's hand wraps around my throat. "You went out and fucked another man, while I sat at home."
I grind my teeth. "I can do whatever I want. Fuck whomever I want. You are not my goal. Vader is."
"Oh," he growls. "So you don't have a single feeling for me? You don't want me?"
I falter in the darkness for one moment. "Dad."
While one hand squeezes my throat, his other drags down my tee shirt, harshly fondling my breast.
"Mmf!" I whimper. Why? Why does it feel so good to be forced by him? "I have someone else!" I gasp. "I belong to someone else now!"
"Oh, Madeline. You and I are the same, honey. It's not about love or what's right. It's about lust. It's about what we desire and fuck all else." His fingers dig under the waistband of my pants, til he's wrist-deep. He swipes at my panties then pulls his hand out and forces his wet fingers into my mouth. "You see? You got wet as soon as you realized I was near you."
My chest heaves as I swirl my tongue around his fingers. He moans and slides them down my chin.
"I want to be good!" I cry. "I don't want to hurt anyone!"
"Too late. You fucked your dad. From the moment you took a stranger to your bed, it was too late. We're the same, Madeline. It's about lust, baby. Nothing else."
Daddy's words make my nipples so hard. My pussy becomes heavy. "No. It's not about you. It's Vader I want."
"I see. So it was Darth Vader's dick you spurted on? Hmm? It was Darth Vader's hands on your clit, Madeline?"
"Yes!"
He pushes me down to the bed, hard. "It was me!" he roars. "I fucked you! I made you cum like a little whore!"
"Daddy, please!" I cry. "Think of mom. Think of Charley!"
"You think of them." His hands rip apart my tee shirt. "All I can think about is you."
No! I can't succumb this time! He's not even wearing the costume! Even in the dark, I can't imagine he's anyone else but my dad. "Don't. Mom will be home."
"You still don't understand," Dad rasps. His fingers tear open the button on my pants and yank down the zipper. "Let her see. Let her see what my obsession has become."
Why is my clit throbbing? Why do I want daddy's dick in me? He's not in the costume. But he's that way. That forceful way that I like. And it's what I want. Why shouldn't I just take what I want? Why shouldn't I give in to my desire?
Dad yanks my pants down to my knees. "Was he in a costume?"
"Huh?"
"The guy you fucked. Was he in a Vader costume?" He forces my pants past my ankles and tosses them to the floor.
