The End?

"Hmm?"

My heartbeat pounds in my ears as I feel my father's thick fingers fiddle with and feel the tiny bit of jewelry that had ruined the heaven I was enjoying.

I feel him tense behind me. "What the...? You got a piercing?" His hands begin to feel me anew. I could feel his nerves rising.

I swallow hard and close my eyes. I feel a tear roll down my temple. As terrified as I was it was time to come clean.

In a high soft voice I say. "I love you Daddy."

He stiffens up then a second later recoils from me as if I was red hot. "F-Fawn!?"

"I love you Daddy. I'm sorry. I was bad. I'm sorry." I turn and reach for him but he pulls away from me even more. It broke my heart. "I'm sorry."

He bolts up to a sitting position and clambers back to his side of the bed.

"Fawn!? Fawn...what...what were you..." I can hear the exact moment the full gravity of the situations hits him. "Oh my God! I just came inside... Oh my fucking God!" Fear turns to anger. "What the hell were you doing!?"

I wilt to his harsh tone. How I wanted to be in his arms again. How it hurt me to hear him this scared and angry. "I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't mean...this." My voice was like it was when I was a child and I had broken the television. It was the voice of a guilty child. I knew I had fucked up. As bad as it was possible to fuck up. "I didn't mean for this." I mewl again.

"Didn't mean...didn't mean it!? You could have... Oh Jesus Christ! Ohhhhh Fuck!" I see his hand come to his forehead and grip his temples. "Oh my God what have you done?"

"I love you." I whisper. Hold me Daddy, please hold me. As I reach for him he pushes me away. It wounds me. Would I ever feel his touch again? "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I didn't know what else to say.

He wasn't listening. "Holy shit, holy shit. Ohh fucking shit. Please...please tell me you're on the pill."

"I am." I want to touch him SO BADLY. "You...you're a...wonderful lover Daddy. The best..."

"Don't say that! Don't you ever say that to me!" He was absolutely at a lost. He pushes my reaching hand away from him once more. "Don't fucking touch me."

"I'm sorry." I sigh mournfully. With my head bowed I await whatever was to follow.

And then everything goes quiet. Seconds felt like years. I could feel the heat of his anger and embarrassment emanating from his dark form. As I watch the shoulders his shadowy bulk heave up and down as he struggles to contain himself I am terrified. Not of what he would do to me, my Daddy would never lay a hand on me in a violent way, but what he would say.

My fears are well founded.

"Get out." His voice was as dark as the room. Calm but with a barely contained rage.

"Daddy...can't we talk?" The last thing I wanted was to be alone right now. I sniffle and wipe away my tears. "Daddy...I'm sorry..."

"No we can't talk. Nothing happened. This never happened. Now get out of our room!"

Another brutal blow. How could he say that? It did happen and it was WONDERFUL!!! "Daddy...please..."

"GET...OUT!" He shouts.

I cower to his moral outrage and paternal authority. "Yes Daddy. I'm so sorry."

"Just get the fuck out! We don't talk about this...EVER!"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I want to hug him. I him to hold me. I wanted him to tell me everything would be okay. Fat tears roll down my cheeks in streams. I'd fucked everything up!

I crawl to the edge of the bed and step off. I reach for the lamp on my mother's bed stand but he stops me.

"Don't turn on the light. Just get out!"

"But...my clothes..."

"Fawn. Leave this room...NOW!"

"Yes Daddy." I run from the room and slam the door behind me.

I stand outside my parents bedroom trembling and breathing heavy. I sob for a time before gradually collecting myself and calming my fear and guilt. I take three long deep breaths and feel myself relax.

The cool air wicks the sweat from my naked body causing me to shiver. Inside however everything was aglow. I could still feel my father's warm precious seed inside of me. I could still feel his cum ooze from my pussy to my inner leg. The endorphins from my many orgasms still flowed through my young and very fertile body.

My worry is washed away as I let the glory of what had happened sink in. There are no more tears.

I lean back on the door and close my eyes. I imagine that moment, just a few short minutes ago, where I was held by my Daddy after he made love to me. I smile grows across my face as I give myself over to the dream. I had him. For too short a spell, but one I would never forget, I had him all my own. Nothing could take this night away from me. Away from us. I wrap my arms around my nude torso and hug myself tight and fantasize these were his arms holding me now.

I whisper out into the still quiet of the hallway. "I love you Daddy. I love yoooou!"