Taboo Acts(2)

The door opened, breaking up his thoughts but not scurrying them away. Edwina entered her father's study, a bright smile on her pretty face. Her lack of a social life no longer bothered her-in fact, as she optimistically consoled herself, it left her more free time with her Dad. He was her best friend in the whole world, the pillar behind her as she underwent the trauma of being stood up over and over again. He had been there for her every time, comforting her and making her feel precious. She felt free around him, unfettered and uninhibited, unlike her peers who thought of their parents as little more than meddling cohabitants. Sometimes she gave him an erection or two, but even though she would never admit it, she liked the knowledge that she could still turn on a man. For all outward appearances, however, she pretended to be terribly naive, having no idea of the reaction she aroused in him.

She had never thought, not even for one erotic second, that he would violate her modesty. Never.

Nicholas had the presence of mind to regain the composure he had lost as the object of his forbidden fantasies entered his study. He forced a paternal smile as the long-legged beauty approached him, grinning from ear to ear as she rattled off the teacher's compliments that she had gotten in her class. He managed to get himself into a neutral position before his daughter sat on his lap and felt his hardness. He placed the empty glass on the table as she placed her body on his lap.

He loved the soft feel of her buttocks so much…

Edwina had seen the erection as she moved towards him, and had guessed the reason behind his sudden shifting of his position. She knew she was in some way responsible for that arousal; after all, the two of them had gone over matters of the flesh many times in the past. It could only have been thoughts about her that must have forced him to act the way he did; but she had no idea what his thoughts had been, and it never crossed her mind that he could be thinking about sex.

Sex with her.

Edwina had too much faith in her father to think of him sexually, as a man. She hadn't anticipated the animal within.

“Edwina, be a dear and get Daddy a bottle of wine from the shelf over there,” he said to her.

Edwina knew she should protest about him having had so much to drink already, but she also perceived that he must have been thinking of his wife, her mother, and their marriage. She couldn't blame him; her mother was a difficult person to live with, now that the thirst for corporate success was there.

She got up and walked over to the shelf. Selecting a bottle of pinot noir, she brought it back to him.

He watched her shapely ass wiggle towards the shelf and something snapped inside Nicholas and his emotional control broke down. His lust came to the front like a marauding band of Norsemen, fuelled by the sight of her in the short cut-offs and the tank top. His cock could no longer be disguised or subdued: emboldened by the alcohol, it just refused to go down. He reached for her breasts and realized he was going to have her. He would rape her if he had to, but hewouldhave her. He wanted the satisfaction of feeling her naked body against his. He wanted to feel the tight walls of her vagina closing in on his penis. Edwina, on the other hand, had the impression that her father was reaching for the bottle in her hand as she bent over the table. She yelped and tried to jump back as his hands closed around the rim of her tank-top, tugging it up with brute masculine force. With his other hand, Nicholas held her by her hair as he practically tore the white top off. Edwina started to struggle, but with power on one hand and surprise on the other, Nicholas clearly had the advantage. She had not bothered to wear anything underneath, and the same went for her shorts, as Nicholas discovered when he tugged at the waist button of the material that kept her crotch from coming into view. Edwina tried kick back, but Nicholas placed a leg behind hers, and pushed her down. Edwina landed with a thump; her butt was already bare, with the shorts having been pushed down to her thighs.

Nicholas placed a hand over her mouth, muffling any sound she might make, and pulled the shorts free of her legs. Nicholas attacked his daughter with the frenzy of a Kamikaze jet fighter. A hand cupped her vagina, roughly brushing against the short pubic hairs that guarded her entrance. The other palm kneaded her breasts alternately, pinching her nipples and teasing the areolas that she had always considered too small.

In spite of herself, Edwina felt the buds turn hard, watching with decreasing detachment as they turned darker in color.

The sign of arousal.








When a rape is in progress, the victim often tends to dissociate herself from the surroundings. Edwina watched the violation of her own body as one sees a movie, the actual trauma coming only at the end of the attack. In the case of Edwina, however, even as she attempted to remove herself from the scene mentally, Nicholas's experienced fingers pulled her back into the incident. A part of her told Edwina to defend herself by refusing to be turned on by his advances, but another part argued that she give in. She felt herself respond to her father's rough caresses as he replaced his hand with his mouth, taking in an entire breast hungrily. She allowed herself the pleasure that came with the depravity in the situation, of having her father enjoy her body without her consent.