Incest story: Meeting Daddy in the Past – Chap 2
He raises an eyebrow. “They’re scary?”
I nod.
“But I’m not?”
I shake my head.
That makes him grin again. “Well, why not?”
“I know you’re a good person.”
He scoffs. His smile vanishes. “Why on earth would you think that?”
I examine my dad. Much younger than normal, but he’s still my dad. The man I’ve known for nineteen years. “Because I know you,” I say with a smile. Then I remember the Doctor’s words. I don’t want to destroy my time in reality. “I should probably go,” I tell him, regretfully.
He steps forward and takes my hand. He lifts it to his mouth and kisses it.
I let out a surprised giggle. Who knew dad was so charming back in the day?
“Don’t go,” he says, trailing the back of my hand from his lips down his stubbly chin. “Stay here with me a while.”
“Well… I promised that I wouldn’t talk to you.”
His eyes flash and he grabs my waist with his free hand. “Who did you promise?”
“Well, you probably don’t know her yet…”
“Yet?”
I need to shut my mouth. “I’m sorry. I can’t tell you, daddy.”
His jaw drops open for a moment, then he snaps it shut. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
Damn it. I might feel comfortable with him, but he doesn’t know me yet. I can’t forget that.
“Just an accident. Um. What’s your name?”
His eyebrow goes up again and he doesn’t remove his hand from my waist. He rubs it gently, comforting me. “My name’s Cole.”
I frown at him, feeling a bit hurt. “Tell the truth.”
His eyes snap to mine. “So you know my name?”
I swallow. “Yes.”
His hand tightens around my wrist. “Who are you?”
I swallow again. He’s kinda scaring me. “I can’t tell you.”
He backs me up against the alley wall. “If you know who I am, you know what I’m capable of,” he growls. “Now tell me who you are.”
The change is frightening in him. I’ve never seen my dad look this way. He stares down into my eyes as if he can force the truth out of me. He probably can. And now I’ve really messed with Dr. Samuel’s rules.
Thinking fast, I say, “Okay. Hugo sent me.”
His eyebrows lower slowly. His eyelids droop low, making his eyes look black. A grin forms on his lips.
This is definitely a face I’ve never seen on him.
“I thought so,” he says. His hand releases my wrist and his fingers trail down my cheek.
I shiver.
“Yeah,” he says, pushing me more firmly against the wall. “Hugo knows what I like.” He runs his fingers through my curly black hair.
“Um,” I say. “Wait.”
His hand trails down my neck, over the frills on my top. “Why should I wait?” he asks playfully.
“Well…” I swallow thickly and shake my head to clear it. “Well, I think you’re going to do something you’ll regret.”
I hear his breath escape. “You mean like fucking you.”
That breath soared right past my ear. His body’s pushed up against mine, he’s practically my age now, and I can tell he wants me.
My dad wants me.
“Oh,” I moan. This is not good. “You have to stop, daddy.”
His breath escapes across my ear again. His hand wanders across my breast, flicking my nipple with his thumb. “If you want me to stop, you’ll have to tell me why.”
His other hand leaves my waist, runs over my hip and down my thigh. When he brings it back up, it’s on my inner thigh. Up it goes, trailing over my skirt, right over my most sensitive place. I gasp. “Wait, please,” I moan weakly.
But he doesn’t wait.
My strength fails as his hands both fondle my breasts and his hips grind into mine.
He’s hard.
“Um, daddy, please,” I murmur. I’m not even sure what I’m asking.
“Mmm,” he hums into my ear. “I actually like that. I never thought I’d like being called that.”
“No, you don’t understand,” I beg. “You don’t want to do this, daddy.”
“Oh, but I do.” His hand runs under my shirt.
“But… But, I’m someone you can’t do this to.”
“Oh?” He shudders and his hand runs under my bra over my breast. “Mmm,” he murmurs. “Actually big. No padding.”
I shudder. His hand is on my breast! I should fight him. I should try to escape even though he’s really cute and my age… “I’m… your daughter.”
He chuckles. “Oh really?” His other hand slides up my back and undoes my bra. His fingers glide down my back. “We should really be doing this inside.”
I gulp. “Doing what?”
He looks into my eyes. “You know what.”
“Oh,” I whimper. This is bad. I’m really getting turned on. I have to stop him. Now. “Daddy, I’m your daughter. You can’t fuck me.”
He rams his hips into me. “Holy shit, that’s hot.”
“Oh, daddy, please,” I beg.
His lips come down hard on mine.
My eyes fly open. This is no innocent kiss. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, warm and wet, enticing my tongue to play. He tastes good. Like cinnamon. So he’s been chewing that same gum for all these years?
He pulls away from the kiss, leaving me dazed.
“You’re a naughty daughter,” he teases darkly.
“Oh, daddy, I’m sorry. I should be resisting you better.”
“Damn. You’re really good. How many guys have you done this for?”
“Um, french kissed? That was my first one.” The fact embarrasses me and I cover my mouth with my hand. His tongue was so warm.
He licks his lips. “No. Not french kissed. Seduced like this. Called a guy daddy.”
“I’ve only ever called you that, dad.”
“I don’t know why, but I believe that. Come on.”
“What? Where?”
“Something this good has to be savored. I’m taking you to a hotel room.”
“Um,” I murmur, fixing my bra. “I have a hotel room.”
He smiles at me. “Let’s go, then.”
We have plenty of time until we get to the hotel, and now that he’s not groping me, I have a clearer head. Maybe I should just run away. But he’s so cool, I want to get to know him a little. I can’t believe my straight-laced dad has this kind of past. “So, you don’t want to be a lawyer yet?”
He shoots me a curious grin. “You sure seem to know a lot about me.”
“Of course.”
“Because you’re my daughter,” he supplies.
I nod, smiling, glad he gets it finally. “Exactly.”
“Well, tell me something about you, then,” he says.
“I’m studying Physics and I’ve just traveled back in time from 2015.”
He laughs. “Twenty years back in time. What, just to see me?”
“Well, no. I’m actually supposed to be observing only. But I was curious what you were like back then. I mean now. So I popped over to your law firm and—”
“My law firm?”
“Well, okay, just grandpa’s law firm for now. Anyway, I saw you get tossed out and I just had to follow you.”
He watches me. “You’re pretty creative.”
“Not at all. That’s one of the reasons I’m a science major.” I smile at him.
“So, keep going. You followed me.”
“Yeah, and then your goons grabbed me in the alley and then you started, well…”
He licks his teeth. “Touching you?”
“Um, yes.”
“What’s your name?”
“You mean Huntra Jackson?”
“Is that your real name?”
“No, daddy.” I bite my lip.
He watches my teeth on my lip with fire in his eyes. My daddy would never do that in the future. I feel a thrill.
“Tell me your real name.”
“Danielle McArthur. I was born in 1996.”
“Right,” he says, looking at my chest.
We arrive at the hotel and take the elevator up to my room.
“Why aren’t you scared?” he asks once the elevator doors close. “Don’t you know that people fear me?”
I look into his eyes. “I know you, daddy. You would never hurt me.” When we reach my door I say, “Can we talk for a while? I probably have less than an hour until I jump back to my time.”
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