Dean Cassidy

Sometimes when Dean thought about his time with Heather all that came to mind was their sexual relationship. Family with benefits, that's what they called it. Oral and anal sex. Public indecency. Cum play. Gang bangs. All of it incestuous. All of it being wrong but feeling right. But they had done so much more that would be considered wholesome. There had been plenty of day trips and father/daughter dates that wouldn't be considered sexual or inappropriate at all.

He hoped Heather mentioned those happy, wholesome days.

It had been twenty minutes since he watched his daughter walk into the little coffee shop she and her estranged sister had decided to meet in. Her mission; to prepare Stacy for a face to face meeting with a man who she knew as a strip club patron. A man who was not her biological father. A man who was having a sexual relationship with his daughter. Even if Heather didn't flat out state that she was fucking her dad Stacy would figure it out. It wasn't a difficult puzzle to solve and his not-daughter was a clever girl.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Dean couldn't help but chuckle.

Stacy was a smart girl. As a child she made very grown up observations and, the way Heather told it, she earned the A's and B's she got in highschool. She might not have been an academic achiever, but she certainly wasn't the all natural bimbo she might have looked like. That her biological parents were a dumb whore and a gym teacher spoke volumes on the importance of nurture over nature. Nine years being raised by him had gone a long way to keeping the girl from turning into a carbon copy of her mother.

"Fucking cunt."

Dean still fumed whenever he thought of his ex-wife. After using his divine powers to give her genital warts it was difficult to not go further. The temptation to ruin her life further was strong, so strong he had to stop and calm himself whenever more twisted ideas surfaced in his mind. He wasn't opposed to making her suffer. He just wanted both his girls, her victims, to be in on it. Stacy had a right to take part in it.

Sexual thoughts again came to mind.

He wanted to fuck Stacy.

He had wanted to fuck her since he knew her as Velvet. That she was his daughter didn't change that. In fact, the previous night at the Palace he had planned on introducing Heather and Velvet to one another and seeing where things went. Dean wasn't afraid to admit to himself that he wanted them both.

Heather emerged from the coffee shop. Her brunette hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, her hazel eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. The teenager wore a bright green bikini top and slim fit jeans, it was an outfit almost out of season as autumn slowly approached. But the warmth of summer hadn't been fully lost. There was still time for sun and she intended to make use of it.

"She's all yours."

The wink she gave was so obvious it could be seen despite her sunglasses.

"And you told her everything we discussed?"

"Yup."

"Heather…"

"I did! I told her about me leaving Amber. And about you being Hank. And, you know, the whole divinity thing."

"And she took it well?"

"Of course she did. You gave me the power to convince anyone of your divine power. Which, by the way, is the most boring way to do it. You could have-"

"I'm not turning you into She-Hulk."

"But daaad…"

"We agreed not to exploit or **** my power. Not yet, at least. This is the easiest way."

The girl pouted. Like many pouts before, it was an overly exaggerated gesture.

"Does she know about what we've been doing?"

"I didn't flat out say it, but she knows. Stacy tried to flip out over something and couldn't say a word."

Dean still had no idea what he was going to say or do, but Heather had prepped her older sister as best she could. All that was left for him to do was walk into a little coffee shop and confront the estranged daughter who had been giving him lap dances for the past year.

"While you two hash things out, I'm going to go for a walk. It's been a while since I've been downtown."

"Stay safe Pumpkin. Don't get into trouble."

Heather gave her father a devious grin.

"...into too much trouble."

"I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything."

Dean and Stacy sat in awkward silence at a little table in a little coffee shop. The blonde kept her gaze averted from her estranged step father. The man couldn't help but stare. She was an idealized version of her mother. Amber's every little imperfection was absent in her daughter.

The silence carried on while Dean's eyes drifted down from her round face, blue eyes and pouty lips. Her dress was stylish and cut low, so low her cleavage almost included the bottoms of her pillowy tits. It was a tight garment. Form fitting dark red fabric that hugged her slender waist and stretched around her wide hips and bubble butt. The dress didn't go too much lower than that and displayed the young woman's long legs.

Stacy was striking.

That Dean had already seen her bare it all, that he had already groped her tits and felt her ass grind against his crotch didn't take away from the sight before him. He was looking at the stripper called Velvet with new eyes.

"So, you're like, God, then?"

"I'm not the God. I'm just a god. Think of it with a lower case G."

"You're not here to smite the sinners and build churches and tell people how to live?"

"No. I just want to reconnect with my family."

"But we aren't family."

Like daughter like father, Dean rose and slammed his palms on the tables surface.

"You're my daughter, damnit! I taught you to walk. To talk. To count and to tie your shoes. I don't care if it isn't by blood, I raised you from birth!"

"Did you, though? Because I remember spending a lot more time with mom than with you. And in case you forgot, you've been gone for longer than you were around."

"I-" Dean was furious not at Stacy, but at the life she was **** to live. "I fought my hardest to keep you."

"Well you didn't fight hard enough."

The man slumped back into his seat.

"I know. I… I failed you. I loved you. I still love you. But I failed."

It was at that moment that Stacy finally looked the man in the eye. She saw tears. Pain. Hopelessness. There was no divine power guiding her thoughts. What she felt at that moment was a purely human connection.

Dean had suffered. For years she thought herself the victim and he the villain, but he had suffered in that time. It was a torment different from the one she had endured, the suffering of an adult fully aware of what was lost. His image blurred as tears welled in her eyes. Stacy reached out, her hand finding his on the table. She took it and gave it a squeeze.

The gesture was returned