Not at the Cabin

Light streamed in through the window as the curtains were pulled back. The room filled with morning sunshine causing the naked, dark-haired girl on the bed to stir. She groaned as she turned her head, the obtrusive sun waking her far too soon from a deep, restful slumber. Her eyelids fluttered open, looking to the window and the tall, broad figure standing there, just as naked as she was, causing her to realize, to remember, happily, that the events of last night weren’t just a wonderful dream. Last night, Heather Ravers really had fucked her father, and it was so good.

Stretching out on the bedsheets, she felt her muscles ache, like they did after a particularly hard work out. She somehow felt both tired and contented; being fucked to countless orgasms by her father’s hard cock had certainly helped her sleep well, but they had fucked late into the night. Normally, she might have just rolled over and went back to sleep, but since she and her father had reached this new level of their relationship, and his large, naked cock was so close by, she decided that maybe they could have some more fun.

“What some breakfast, sweetheart?” He asked her, seeing that she was awake, as he crossed the room to the dresser.

Before he could reach inside and pull out a new pair of underwear, she leapt from the bed and came up behind him. Her arms wrapped about his torso as she pressed her large, naked breasts against his broad back, resting her cheek against his spine. “I’d rather go back to bed,” she said.

“As much as I’d love that…” he turned in her arms and leaned down, kissing his daughter full on her lips for a few minutes. “…I can’t take today off. I have to be there to oversee the transition to Zack as CEO.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine if you just go in late,” Heather purred as she nuzzled into his chest, smiling to herself as she felt his flaccid cock twitch against her thigh. “Besides he has Daniel to help him out.”

“Daniel? My brother?” Robert leaned back from his daughter, scrutinizing her expression. “What makes you say that?”

“Well, they were talking last night. After we danced, and you went to talk with mum, I was sitting at the table. When Zack started walking back, Daniel stopped him. That was just before Ashley arrived though, and when I looked again, they were gone. We split up to look for him, but I found you instead.” She looked up at him as she closed the gap, pressing her warm body to his again.

“Then he’s in good hands,” Robert admitted, kissing her forehead. “But I still need to go in. He’s my responsibility.”

Heather sighed and frowned, having a ‘brother’ was turning out to be less fun than anticipated. “He’s not even really CEO. It’s just a figurehead position. All he has to do is go to the office and do nothing and everything will run smoothly.”

“All the more reason for me to go in, don’t you think, honey?” He chuckled, prying her away with his hands on her shoulders, against even his own self-wishes. “But…how about we pick this up again tonight?”

Before his daughter could answer there was a loud banging, followed by the doorbell being aggressively rang, immediately leading to even more banging, that Heather could only presume was someone knocking on the door. Ravers Manor was a large building though, so to hear the knocking of the front door, all the way on the second floor, in a back bedroom, and with such volume, required some serious effort.

The doorbell rang some more as Robert grabbed a robe, lying on the carpet near the fallen door. He wrapped it around himself and tied the cord as he hurried into the hall, the banging becoming thunderous the closer he came to the source. He paused at the landing, looking down at the front door as it shook against the hinges, wondering if he was going to have to deal with yet another felled door.

“What the fuck going on?” Heather asked, rushing out of the bedroom, not even caring that she was naked.

Robert looked down at his daughter’s nude form beside him and said, “stay here”.

His voice told her that he wasn’t to be disobeyed, so the dark haired girl contented herself with a frown of resistance, as she crouched out of sight, looking through the banister as her father dashed down the steps, kicking her dress and his jacket to one side as he went. Watching Robert, Heather feared that the person on the other side of the door was violent or dangerous, and yet, when he reached the ground floor, he instantly made for the door, opening it without any means of protection at hand.

That was a mistake, as the first thing through the door was a fist, slugging Robert square on the jaw. Heather held back a scream, holding the breath instead as she saw Gregory Bishop step through, his clenched hands still raised as if expecting Robert to reply in kind. But Robert held up a hand in surrender instead, his other rubbing his face where the blow had struck.

“Did you think you could just take my son?” Gregory growled; almost disappointed Robert didn’t give him another reason to sock him again. “That I would just lay down and let you tramp all over me to take whatever you want?”

“Greg, it wasn’t like that,” Robert tried to explain. “Neither of us meant for this to happen. Monica and I-”

“Do you think I care about her anymore? She lied to me for years. You can have the whore, but not Zack. Not my son,” Gregory insisted, jabbing his finger at Robert through the air. “I heard about what you did last night, parading him out in front of the world to see, calling him your son. It’s not enough to fuck another man’s wife, not for the great Robert Ravers, you have to make sure everyone knows about it.”

“It wasn’t like that, Zack was just helping us out, because he’s a good kid,” Robert replied, wondering how he was ever going to calm the doctor down. “I know what we said last night, but it’s not like we know one way or the other who the father-”

“I KNOW!” Gregory interrupted, bellowing so loud the words resounded throughout the house. “He’s my son. You can do your DNA test, but he’s going to come back as mine, so whatever problems you have at work or in your personal life, leave him out of it. I don’t want you bringing him down. He needs a real man as his father, not someone who can’t keep look after his own wife and has to resort to fucking other men’s.”

“Come on, Gregory,” Robert grunted, having about taken as much of the insults as he was ready to endure. “That’s low.”

“Lower than you trying to steal my life? My family? Thank god, Taylor is in Italy so she can’t be sucked into this world of yours.” Gregory retorted, as he stepped closer to Robert for one final warning. “Zack is not your son, so stay out of his life.”

Gregory turned and left, satisfied that Robert had gotten the message, even if his anger hadn’t been sated. Slamming the door on the way out helped with that a little. With the doctor gone, Robert was able to relax, focusing entirely on his face now as it ached. For man who was usually known for precision and skill with a scalpel, Gregory Bishop sure knew a thing or two about brute **** as well.

“What a psycho,” Heather remarked as she descended the stairs. “And he was so adamant that Zack was his son, but Zack said his mum wasn’t even sure.”

“Regardless what a DNA test says, Gregory will always be the man who raised Zack. That’s a powerful bond,” Robert explained, feeling his jaw ache even when he talked. “I don’t begrudge him for wanting to make that clear. I’d do the same if someone tried to steal you from me.”

“I can’t believe he came all the way here for that. I can’t believe he punched you,” Heather shook her head as she voiced her disbelief, while walking towards the kitchen. “What are you supposed to do now? Call off your retirement?”

“It’s an option, isn’t it? Your friends dealt with the video, so we shouldn’t have to worry anymore,” Robert suggested, following his daughter, his eyes naturally dropping to her pert, round, completely bare ass. “At the very least, I think we should back off, and take him out of the public eye.”

“It’s going to look beyond stupid if we announce Zack is taking over, then change our minds the next day.” Heather opened the fridge-freezer and produced a bag of ice. Walking over, she met her father halfway as he entered the kitchen, stepping up to him and pressing the ice to the reddest part of his face. “And what exactly is the point of a figurehead if you’re running things and he’s not being the public face of the company?”

“Honey, if Gregory doesn’t want him involved, we have to respect his wishes,” he replied, looking past the bag at his daughter’s face.

“Do we?” She asked, tilting her head thoughtfully. “We didn’t **** Zack into this, we asked him. This was Zack’s choice and his decision. I think it should be up to him if he wants to step down because it upset his father, but I don’t think he will. I think he’ll want to uphold his commitment to us.”

“You realize, we’re putting Zack in a very difficult position, asking him to choose between his father and us, but…” He looked at his daughter, eighteen and naked, who he credited as being mature enough to trust when she said that she wanted this relationship with him. If he could treat Heather as an adult, then perhaps he should extend the same to Zack, he thought. “The only way to know for sure is to ask him ourselves. Get dressed and I’ll make breakfast.”

Heather pouted playfully at being told to dress up as her father took the ice from her hand. As she walked away, she could tell he was looking at her ass, throwing back her head as she passed through the doorway. She smiled when she caught him watching the sway of her hips. But, as she left her dad behind and ascended the stairs, the thoughts turned back to Zack. Zack and his father…