Each morning, her daddy went through his usual routine as he prepared for his day. Her mom worked a very early shift and was gone already.
He showered and shaved, and returned to his bedside to retrieve the used condom discarded in the waste basket next to the bed the night before. He sighed as picked up the bulging tube and contemplated his wife's rules...no condom, no sex...and don't leave that filthy thing in the house, so he once again prepared to take it out of the house to the trash.
This routine was mandated by her mother to help hide the shameful evidence of the acts her mother was forced to tolerate, but in fact, this was a routine 18-year-old Luna had known for a long time. Very little escaped her notice about her daddy or his frustrations...and as her heart ached for him, she secretly mourned the loss each day as the sad little pouch went into the garbage bin next to the garage.
She had known about the condoms for a long time. There was a box of them in the drawer of her mom's bedside table...a box that she knew was replaced on a regular basis.
Alone in her dark bedroom at night, Luna dreamed her dream...her only dream....and slid her fingers downward past her tummy as she listened to the sounds coming through the thin wall separating her bedroom from her parents.
She bit her lip and cried soft tears as she yearned for the thrilling growls and moans her father was making as he fucked her mother...as she yearned for him to make those sounds with her!...those pure animal sounds resonating deep in her belly.
From her mom, she heard nothing but silence. She routinely just lay there, inert, resignedly fulfilling her conjugal duties, waiting for her husband to finish.
Recently, Luna had become acutely aware of something new. She had noticed how, when he thought she wasn't looking, her daddy had begun sneaking peeks at her body, and it sent icy hot shivers up her spine.
She had recently begun standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, assessing herself...the swell of her breasts...the small, shy slit between her legs. Did her daddy think about her...like that?
She went through her wardrobe to select clothing she thought he would like...short skirts and tight jeans and thin tops that would show him how fresh and young her body was, not old (as a young girl could easily think) like her mommy. As she held up different outfits, she wondered as she scrutinized herself, could she get her daddy...excited? Would he...want to...do...it...with her...?
But whatever her dreams, Luna could not simply tell her daddy of those dreams. To lose him by saying something stupid would crush her. Frightened by what she feared might happen if she truly opened her heart to him, she kept silent despite the flood of hormones burning in her veins. If only she had known what thoughts increasingly occupied her daddy's mind...
...but she did not know, and perhaps nothing more would have happened. Luna might have ended up like so many women, going through their lives longing for something they could never have. Luna's story could end right there. Then again...maybe the inevitable truly is the inevitable.
Her daddy had never dared to tell Luna of his thoughts about her, but the reality was that even when he was physically with Luna's mom, it was someone else he fantasized he was fucking...deep and slowly...someone responsive and eager...as his thrusts sent a message of love nothing else in the world could show to the one he dreamed about so completely.
Like some movie about frustrated lovers, Luna and her daddy each burned with the desire that only the other could quench...but neither had dared share how they felt.
But small events can lead to big consequences. Luna's dad was doing some Saturday roof and window repair on a cabin he had recently bought when his ladder slipped and he lost his balance. The fall did not hurt him badly. He had fortunately landed on grass rather than on a nearby box containing large shards of broken window glass, several pieces carelessly pointing straight up like massive razors...a box he had moved out of the way only a moment before. He closed his eyes and thanked every lucky star he could that he had not fallen into the glass. He realized he could easily have died a painful death.
Shaken by his sudden and unexpected experience, his view of life changed over the next few days as he thought about his near miss. The accident had imbued him with a sense of clarity about living one's life fully while you can...about not letting fears and barriers leave you regretfully muttering, "I only wish I had..."
His experience had shown him profoundly that life is not to be taken for granted...that tomorrow is not promised to us...that right now is all we have...
...and in the center of her daddy's "right now"...was Luna.
Monday morning, he went to empty the bedside wastebasket as usual, but he stopped to look at the condom lying inside, still almost full of his cum from the previous night. And unexpectedly, he suddenly remembered that Luna seemed to routinely spend time in his bedroom. He had never said anything, but he knew that periodically she lay down on the bed when he and her mom were out of the house. He had noticed the depression her body had made in the covers...always on her mommy's side. He had never given that observation much thought, but now he wondered...could her choice to always lie in the depression in the mattress where he mom slept...or lay waiting for her ordeal to end...did it mean more than he had realized?
On impulse, instead of taking the wastebasket out as usual, he reached down to position the condom on top in easy view, and he put the basket back in its place. If Luna came into the room regularly, certainly she could not fail to notice that, unlike other days, the wastebasket had not been emptied...and that there was a used condom lying on top...something he hoped she would find...interesting...
He couldn't really explain to himself why the idea of Luna discovering his used condom seemed likely to truly reach her. Maybe it was just wishful thinking? Maybe some...imagined?...gleam in her eyes? Maybe just the something in the air he felt between them when they looked at each other...but some strange compulsion told him that he should not throw the condom away...not this time.
