Play It Cool(JaffaKree)

My eyes went wide as my father passionately made out with me. I managed to make my expression more satisfied than shocked when by Dad stopped kissing me though.

I knew I had to pretend everything was normal in this new reality I had made. It was gratifying to know that Dad wanted to fuck me though.

“Dad?” I said, catching his eyes. He sat down on the bed next to me and absentmindedly began stroking my inner thigh with his hand.

“Taylor? Is everything okay?” He said, in a concerned tone, his hand roaming up and down my thigh, occasionally cupping my pussy.

“Do you think I’m attractive?” I asked uncertainly, feeling myself lube up from his hands slowly stimulating me.

“Taylor, of course I do!” He said, shifting both his hands to rest on my naked hips.

“You’re extremely hot, and very fuckable.” Dad raised his hands to my new C cup boobs, cupping them from below and letting his thumbs gently massage my erect nipples.

“Your tits are amazing, and your pussy is even better.” He looked at me, concerned.

“Taylor, has someone been telling you that you don’t look sexy?”

I froze. I couldn’t tell him about the bullying, about getting the power of the Rulebook, about how I had been tortured for the last few years. It wouldn’t work, there wasn’t a way out.

“No Dad, I just wanted to know.”

I could tell he didn’t buy it though.

“Alright Taylor,” He said skeptically. “You know you can always talk yo me about it though, right?”

Confront him with the full weight of how much his neglect had hurt me after Mom died? No way. Not yet, at least.

“Sure, Dad.”

He gave me a another lip-locking kiss and then a flick on my swollen clit as he went out of the room, making me jump.

“I’m going to make some dinner!” he called out.

This wasn’t enough, though. In this new reality, people were just as fond of family as before, if more sexual. No, I had to see if I was still attractive even to strangers. I had to make sure that Emma’s taunts weren’t true.