Alex walked along on the grass, passing the by-now familiar names on the headstones.
I usually come here with Ariel. But this trip I need to do alone.
The day was sunny, and warmer than the past few days had been.
But the surprisingly pleasant weather was contrasted against the anxious regret on his face.
Memories of last night had taken a few seconds to arrive after he had woken up.
When did she become such a crafty schemer?
His anger at her shameless attempts to rile his desire up had only swirled into that desire, and he had taken her on her bed, offering a little roughness as well. Unsurprisingly, much like her mother, Ariel had only delighted in that roughness, even egging him on via teasing comments, specifically about other guys she might have fucked finishing inside her. The strange and bewildering possessiveness that had flared up the other times he had given in to her had appeared again, and he had shoved her head down onto the bed to stop her from talking more.
Ordinarily I wouldn't want to hear about guys finishing inside her because...well, that's not something a dad should want to hear about. But yesterday it was more...jealousy, I guess...
Last night was the second time in two weeks he had woken up to her sucking his cock. Adding to the surprise had been her plan to slip inside his bedroom, which he had kept locked after that first surprise blow-job. That plan had involved coming home from a campus party, hiding inside her room, calling him to ask him to pick her up from that party, sneaking inside his room as he left the house, and then calling him to call off picking her up so he would go back inside.
He shook his head in lingering disbelief now, still struck at the thought of such mischievousness.
All just to suck my dick.
He glanced up as his path brought him to another familiar headstone, this one much more so than any other in the cemetery.
"Hi Carmen," he murmured, crouching to place fresh flowers at the headstone, running a hand over the name etched there.
The first few times he had visited her grave, the idea of talking aloud to her had seemed bizarre. But now, all these years later, it was a form of therapy, a way to air his thoughts and speak his mind to someone who had always listened so intently and been so understanding.
"Things have been weird with Ariel," he began, glancing over his shoulder for any nearby people.
Thankfully, no one was around.
"Let me tell you, Carmen...Ariel is more like you than either of us expected."
His cock twitched at the thought of his daughter's similarities to his late wife, and he sighed in annoyance, quickly willing away the arousal.
Here I am at my wife's grave, getting hard thinking about my daughter.
"You're probably so disappointed in me. Giving in to her like I have. Three times already."
The headstone stared back at him.
"She thinks I need a fuck buddy. And that she's the perfect choice. Isn't that ridiculous?"
The headstone did not answer.
"I'm sorry, Carmen. I took care of her for years, but now I'm bending her over her bed and fucking her. It's..."
Huh...
He frowned.
"You know, it's weird. In thinking about it, and talking to you, I don't feel like I've betrayed you or anything. I mean, that's our daughter. Our little girl. I should feel like I'm stabbing you in the back. But I don't..."
Huh...that is weird.
"I just feel bad because she's my daughter. Our daughter. Our little girl. And I can't resist her."
The headstone just stared back stoically.
"I know she's grown up. Almost an adult. Still under my roof, but she knows what she wants and seems to know how to get it. I can't help but think of her as my little girl. My little girl who I guess is now sneaking into my room to give me surprise blow jobs. You know...I really think I should feel worse telling you about this."
He glanced around again, only seeing fellow visitors far away from earshot.
"You'd probably tell me not to overthink it. She's our daughter, but she's been throwing herself at me. If she weren't Ariel I'd be all over her. It's not like we'd be dating or anything...it'd just be two consenting adults having sex."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"And it has been a long time since I've had regular sex. Even Maggie and I only had sex a few times. I was just always more focused on Ariel."
The headstone stared back at him.
"And I shouldn't hold it against her that she wants to help me, right? I mean, she's trying to do right by me, to take care of me like I took care of her. Yeah...you would definitely tell me not to overthink it."
She's my daughter...but she's old enough to know what she wants...and she wants to help me.
"I thought I would feel guiltier telling you about this, Carmen, I really did. I guess I'm just caught up on thinking of her as my little girl. Which she still is. I guess sex won't change that either. Right?"
The headstone did not answer.
He sighed again.
Yeah...I'm definitely overthinking this...
He crouched and ran a hand over the top of the headstone.
"Love you, Carmen. And I miss you. But you know all that."
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The front door opened. Alex glanced over as Ariel slipped inside.
"Hey Daddy," she greeted him nonchalantly, taking off her shoes.
"Hey Ariel."
She headed right up the stairs.
"Wait a sec," he called over.
She stopped and leaned back to send him a curious look.
"Yeah?"
"Go get settled, and then come back downstairs. We need to talk."
Her curiosity was replaced by a slight hesitation.
"About last night?"
