Apologies

A terrified look found it's way onto your dad's face.

"Oh god, what have I done? Summer! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I couldn't—"

He backs away from you as far as possible, pulling up his shorts.

You don't say anything. You don't know what to say. Gwen had proposed the idea that if she was attracted to your new body, your parents might be as well, but she had also dismissed that theory with one of her just finding out she was bisexual. You didn't know how Gwen would react to news that you fucked your dad.

"Summer, please say something. I'm sorry, just— Please say something."

"Its okay," you say before knowing it. "The same thing happened with Alex, except— we were just in the pool, then he took my shorts, and after I got out..."

"He— He—"

"You're not in a position to judge," you snapped, feeling dirty and guilty, but you didn't know why. You bury your face in your hands. "At least I'm already pregnant."

Your dad looked a wreck, far worse than you by any measure.

"I think I should go for a walk," states your dad before taking off.

You didn't bother to stop him. Just when you had thought things were going rather well, they took a turn, a very sharp turn in the wrong direction. Everything since you had changed seemed to be a two-headed monster, the night's events not withstanding. You felt violated, more so than you had with Alex, but the rest of you felt so wonderful, you couldn't help but crave to be fucked again, by a real cock. Gwen's strap-on, while it helped immensely, almost paled in comparison.

When you moved, almost half an hour later, your dad had not returned, and you could feel the now dry cum on your skin break apart. Laying on top of your sleeping bag, you couldn't find the motivation to clean up.

You drifted off to sleep before your dad returned.