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“Sometimes I really don’t know what my wife is thinking…but of all her dumb ideas, this is the stupidest one she’s ever had. Veronica and me on our own for two weeks? The whole prospect is completely nuts,” Gabe thinks, as he walks from his office to his car. He knows his stepdaughter will be waiting for him at home to eat dinner and he can put this off no longer. Time to go home and deal with his petulant, pissed off little girl.

He would practice some deep breathing on the way home so he didn’t get too angry when she started pouting about not going to France. He would ignore her. If she shut herself in her room all night, the better for him anyway. Then he wouldn’t have to try to restrain his thoughts, or his dick, when she walked around in front of him in those sexy shorts and tight tees she likes to wear around the house all the time.

If Gabe were being honest with himself, he still hadn’t fully processed his feelings about what had been happening on the home front in the past month or so. First, going in Veronica’s bedroom that day to put away some laundry that had gotten mixed in with his, then opening up her panty drawer even though as he was doing it he knew he was opening Pandora’s Box. Sure enough, after he’d fondled through her little thongs and bikinis with pink hearts and flowers on them, he stumbled on something he never should have seen: her diary.

Right when his fingers grazed it he knew what it had to be, and that he should shut the drawer and leave her room immediately before doing something he would regret. He knew reading Veronica’s diary would be a complete invasion of her inner-most sanctuary, where she recorded her most private thoughts and fantasies. Who was he kidding? His brief dalliance with resistance was over as quickly as it began.

He opened it and smiled when he saw her doodles inside the cover. She had drawn a little picture of the three of them hugging in front of the their house, like the ones kids draw all the time but much better since Veronica had been drawing all her life and she was an adult now, even if she didn’t act like one yet. In the picture Veronica is between Gabe and her mother and his arms are wrapped tightly around the two of them. They both are looking up at him with love and adoration, and he looks down on his women with a mix of fatherly affection and something else, something like…desire? Is that the expression Veronica sees when he looks at her? No wonder he’s always been such a shitty poker player.

He wondered if his wife Lyssa sees the same thing in his face when he looks at Veronica, but before he could give it any more thought something in Veronica’s trash can had caught his eye. He looked over to see his worst nightmare staring back at him: a bunch of used condoms in his baby girl’s trash! What the actual f#@%?

“How could this have happened, and who was fucking her under his own damn roof?”

Gabe was so angry he wanted to break things. He started pulling out Veronica’s drawers and dumping the contents on the ground, looking for anything that was going to confirm his suspicions that his little girl had turned into an out of control slut right under his nose. If he found out who the guy was who had the audacity to violate his sanctuary, he might go over and beat his ass right now.

Then, as fate would have it, Veronica walked in on him just as he was about to start digging into that diary again and find out who the little fucker was. He knew asking her was not going to be of any use. She actually tried to convince him she was still a virgin, even though the evidence to the contrary was right there in front of her. He loved her so much though that he really wanted to believe her when she said it. A big part of his heart wanted to grasp onto the thought that she wouldn’t fuck just anyone, that she would save her pussy and give it away only to someone very special. Someone like him, even though the thought made him hate himself and want to punch a hole in the wall.

When he looked down at her in that moment and saw her gorgeous, full, teenage tits heaving with emotion for him, for her daddy, it took everything inside him to restrain himself and leave the room. His cock grew so hard, so quickly in that instant that his head was spinning. Everything in his body was telling him to take her right then and there and find out for himself if she was telling the truth and she really was still a virgin. In that moment, he really didn’t care if she put up a resistance or if her mother found out. He wanted her, and he felt like he had a right to her.

“What the fuck!” Gabe hit the steering wheel and shook his head, trying to get the image and the thoughts that had been pervading his consciousness for the last month out of his mind. Diyarbakır Escort He needed to gather himself and form a plan for how he was going to cope with being alone with Veronica for the next two weeks. He could not allow himself to lose control in that way again, or else the consequences could last a lifetime.

As if that day were not bad enough, then there was the scene after prom last week on her eighteenth birthday. Gabe was still ashamed of himself when he thought about that night. He couldn’t believe he had called Veronica a slut. He was thinking it, but he never should have said it. The last thing he would ever want to do is give her a complex about her sexuality. He loves Veronica deeply, no matter what she ever does. In his eyes, she is just about as close to perfection as he can imagine. He was simply overcome with jealousy by the thought that another man might take her away from him. He knew it was ridiculous, but he could not stop his feelings.

When she slapped him like that he was stunned. His little girl had never been so insolent before. Looking back, of course it was the alcohol. He could tell how drunk she was as soon as she walked in the door, which only served to inflame him.

“Her mother and I never give Veronica booze,” he ruminated, still not over it.

Gabe doesn’t really approve of women drinking alcohol. He’d seen for himself what it did to his mother and he was not going to watch it destroy his wife or his little girl. Lyssa and he would occasionally share a bottle of wine but most nights they preferred to smoke a little weed to relax.

He had not been prepared for his erection when he grabbed Veronica to stop her from hitting him again and her tight little ass slammed against his cock. He didn’t realize how much the slap had aroused him until he felt her round bottom against him and she was wrapped tightly in his arms. It took every ounce of willpower inside him not to shove her against the living room wall right then and there and shove his dick up under that little dress she was wearing that night.

When he resisted the thought and managed to get her down the hall and deposit her in her room, only then did he see that her entire ass was exposed to him, and must have been bare when it was pressed against his dick, then finally she turns and he sees her beautiful, full left breast and the lips of her swollen vagina. He thought in that moment that he must have died and gone to heaven. Was this really happening? Was she looking at him with the same desire he felt for her right now?

He was just about to step toward her and take her into his arms when Lyssa walked in the room. At first Gabe was so focused on Veronica’s exposed and glistening vulva that he didn’t even notice his wife enter the room. Then Veronica’s face fell in shame as she broke eye contact and looked from him to her mom, and the spell was broken. He followed Lyssa back to their room and collapsed onto his bed with his head in his hands. What had he been thinking? He came so close to doing something he might have regretted forever.

Surprisingly his wife thought the whole situation was hilarious. As soon as they closed their bedroom door, she got a case of the giggles at his predicament and climbed on his lap, straddling his still rock hard cock and nibbling in his ear.

“Does daddy want to fuck his little Veronica tonight?” she’d giggled.

Gabe almost exploded. What did she say? “Huh?” he grunted as he thrust his dick against her soaking wet panties, looking up at her to make sure he understood correctly.

“I saw the way you were looking at our girl in there, Daddy. Why don’t you let me help you out? I can be your little girl tonight, Daddy. Why don’t you give little Veronica that big hard cock and show me what to do with it?”

Gabe was overcome. He flipped his wife onto her stomach and shoved his dick in her pussy so hard and so fast that he bottomed out in one thrust. He held it there, throbbing against her slick walls and asked her to say that one more time.

“What daddy?” his wife asked him, sounding so sweet and innocent. “It’s not fair that mommy gets all of Daddy’s dick. Can’t she share some with me?”

Gabe didn’t need to hear more. He thrust his cock in and out three times until Lyssa, moving perfectly in time with his thrusts, started to convulse and squeeze his cock tightly with her pussy, moaning, “Oh daddy, yes daddy, fuck your little Veronica” the entire time.

Gabe thinks he said something like, “Take it baby, take it for daddy. Take all of Daddy’s dick.” Then he exploded in the most violent orgasm he ever remembers having.

Everything about it was so taboo, so wrong, but also so exquisitely perfect. Like finally, Diyarbakır Escort Bayan this life made perfect sense to Gabe for a moment.

He and Lyssa collapsed then, and he was sure Veronica had to have heard them, so passionate had their quick fuck session been. He could only hope she had passed out already and didn’t hear her name. Gabe was exhausted from all the emotion of the evening and spent from his orgasm. He wanted to sleep and not examine his incestuous desires that he’d just shared for the first time with his wife. They could pick through the fallout tomorrow, tonight he wanted sweet dreams. Then Lyssa cuddled up to him and to his surprise, bent down and took his dick in her mouth, slurping up all the juices they’d left from their lovemaking.

“Mmmm, Daddy, you taste so good. Thank you for fucking me Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby girl. That’s what daddies are for.” He couldn’t resist. He rubbed his hand through her hair and drifted off to sleep while she suckled him.

The next morning Gabe got up before sunrise and left the house before Lyssa or Veronica awoke. He had to get out of there. He woke up feeling like he couldn’t breathe after tossing and turning all night. He had so much shame he could not look at himself in the mirror, much less at his wife or his daughter. He didn’t even realize himself until last night how much desire he held in his heart for Veronica, and before he had a chance to process the realization it all played out in front of his wife who, far from being upset by it, by all appearances was extremely turned on by his lust for their child. His head was spinning and his stomach turning. He knew what he needed to do.

He pulled into Sacred Heart Catholic Church just as Father O’Donnell unlocked the doors for the daily mass goers. The priest opened early for a half hour of confession before mass, and Gabe headed straight for the booth before any one could get there in front of him.

“Bless me Father for I have sinned. It’s been three months since my last confession.”

Gabe never missed Sunday mass, although he went mostly by himself these days since Veronica stopped going a few years ago and Lyssa had never really been interested, not having been raised Catholic like Gabe was.

“Go ahead, son, I’m listening.”

Gabe took a deep breath, not sure how to phrase the situation when speaking to a man of the cloth. “Father…”

“Just say it son. I assume by your delay we’re talking about something of a sexual nature. Am I correct?”

“How did you know that?” Gabe stuttered, completely thrown off by the priest’s comment.

“I’ve been a priest for a long time, my son. You develop a sense about these things. Just spit it out. Believe me, I’ve heard it all by this point.”

Feeling more confident after the priest’s encouragement, and certain that Gabe couldn’t be the first man on the planet to develop feelings for his stepdaughter, he plowed ahead. “Father, I’ve been having sexual desires for my eighteen year old stepdaughter. I think the feelings have been growing for a long time, but they didn’t really come to the surface of my consciousness until last night.”

“I see. Please continue. What happened last night to bring these feelings to the surface?”

“She came home late, past her curfew. I was up late worried about her, and when she came in she was disheveled from some heavy petting with her date. Her hair was a mess and her lipstick was smeared. She was drunk and insolent. She slapped me after I accused her of being a slut. That slap…I don’t know. It started a cascade of emotions. I lifted her up and carried her to her room, not in a sexual way but because she was in trouble, you know?”

“Of course. Continue.”

“Well, when I did that her, um, her rear end pushed against my, you know. My dick. It was such an incredible feeling. Like realizing suddenly that she had all I had ever wanted and I didn’t even know it until that moment.”

“I see. Then what happened?” The priest noticed his cock had swollen beneath his cassock. “This day was already off to a wonderful start,” he smiled to himself, shifting his underwear to give his cock plenty of room.

“I carried her to her room and put her down. I stepped away but then the first thing I saw was her gorgeous young ass hanging out the bottom of her little slutty prom dress. Let me tell you, Father, it was glorious.”

“I bet it was. Teenagers, you know?” The priest said, while simultaneously reaching down to grab hold of his dick, imaging the girl’s firm teenage ass.

“Exactly. Anyway, then she turns around to look at me because she felt my hard dick in her ass the whole walk back there, and she sees I have this giant hard on sticking Escort Diyarbakır up out of my pajama pants. She can’t stop staring at it.”

“Mmmm. Yes, continue please.” The priest is wide awake now, stroking his cock and hanging onto every delicious word of this first penitent of the day.

“Then Father, I get an eyeful of her beautiful bare breast, and let me tell you this girl’s tits are perfect. She’s a tiny framed thing but she has this huge rack, a 32F. I know because I like to do the laundry in the house so I’ve seen all her bras and panties. These tits are the most beautiful things I have ever seen, and her nipple was gorgeous, just the right shade of pink and not too big or too small. I wanted to lean over and nibble it.”

“Mmm. I bet you did, my son. What stopped you?” Asked the priest, genuinely curious. Human motivations fascinated him, in fact it was one of the biggest reasons he’d joined the priesthood in the first place. It was either that or become a therapist and he liked the job security of the priesthood better, plus the whole world was open to him if he wanted to travel. He’d never once regretted his choice.

“Well, then I looked down and boy do I wish I had not. I don’t think I will ever get this image out of my mind, Father. Her tiny little girl pussy, remember it was her eighteenth birthday–I don’t know if I mentioned that–but there it was for all the world to see. She had no panties on, and my eyes locked onto that, and I can see that it’s just glistening with her moisture. Do you have any idea how much I wanted to throw her on the bed and taste that thing, Father?”

“Tell me, my son. Get it all out here.” The priest was really getting worked up now. It had been weeks since he’d heard a confession this good and his dick was rock solid. Half of him wanted to hear that this guy had thrown his stepdaughter on the bed and eaten her pussy. You only live once right? He was sick of Americans and their Puritan morality. Confessions had been so much better back in his Dublin parish.

“I think I might have done it Father, but her mother walked in and saved me from eternal hellfire right then. God must have intervened. She sized up the situation pretty quick and pulled me out of there before I could make a misstep that I couldn’t take back.

“I see,” the priest said, feeling a bit let down.

“But then, Father, something really strange happened that is screwing with my head. At the time, don’t get me wrong, it was amazing. But this morning…I just don’t know how to feel.”

“Get to it son, I think we have a line forming.”

“Right, um, anyway…when my wife and I went to our bedroom, she starts riding me and tell me she’s little Veronica tonight and she wants Daddy to fuck her. Well, I totally got into it. I told her to take daddy’s dick, take all of it. Then I exploded Father. I think it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.”

The priest grunts, trying very hard not to make a sound as he ejaculates into his hand.

Gabe doesn’t hear anything so he continues. “Do you have any advice about how I should handle this father? What should I do, move out of the house?”

The priest shakes his head, disgusted by God’s blessings being wasted on the stupid.

“Son, it doesn’t sound to me like you have done anything wrong. You didn’t molest the girl.”

“No, but what about the next time, Father? And what about all the lust I feel in my heart for her?”

Father O’Donnell could tell that Gabe was the type of Catholic who needed to be punished before he could feel like he was a good person. Then an idea occurred to him about how he might help himself and Gabe in this situation.

“I’m going to offer something to you that I only do in special circumstances, son, because I can see that you fear your soul is in peril.”

“Yes, Father, I really do. Please tell me,” Gabe begged, truly hoping he could turn this ship around before things got out of control and he was damned to eternal hell. He already felt like he’d committed infidelity in his heart with Veronica, but was it infidelity when his wife was in on the fantasy? Gabe’s head spun with an equal mix of lust and fear.

“For the time being, until this situation passes, I want you to try as best as you can to come to daily mass and then stay after. When I lock the church we will meet in the confessional and you will keep me updated on your… dilemma. I will provide you spiritual counseling and guidance through this time. I think this accountability will surely keep you on the straight and narrow, my son.” Actually, he thought no such thing. With a willing wife and a sexy stepdaughter he thought this guy was done for, but it would be interesting to see how long his resistance holds up. Not to mention it would give him something to look forward to every day after Mass.

“Thank you, Father, thank you. I will be back every day, I promise.”

“May God bless you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. I’ll see you tomorrow, Gabriel.”

“Thank you Father, see you tomorrow.”

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