Forced to Fuck His Daughter in Front of Wife

Howard came out of the bathroom, a towel over his head. He noticed the looks Sandra had on her as she watched him from the bed.

“She’s still not over it yet?” Annoyance in his voice.

Sandra shook her head. The soft golden curls fluffed in the air.

“How long has it been? Two days?” He threw the wet towel into the laundry bag by the door. “It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that.” Sandra warned. “Being rejected is a big deal.”

“Please.” He snorted. “Life is full of rejection.”

“She’s still young.” Sandra shrugged as she began to unbutton the white cotton blouse she’s wearing.

Howard went to his wife and wrapped his arms around her waists. His face nuzzled against the nape of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent clinging on his wife’s skin.

“Lizzie’s not that young.” Howard argued. Lizzie was his teenage daughter. She’s been troubled by a rejection from a guy and hadn’t been quite herself.

“Would you go talk to her?”

“Do I have to?” he sulked.

“Please. She needs her father to tell her that everything is going to be okay.”

“Everything is going to be okay regardless of whether I talk to her or not. It’s just a rejection.”

Sandra turned around, her arms folded across her bra-clad bosoms, and there’s a scowl on her face.

“Okay. Okay. You don’t have to get angry.” Howard conceded, retreating away from his wife.

He walked over to his daughter’s room. The door was closed and locked. Ever since she started puberty, the ‘no locked door’ rule sort of morphed into a guideline, and then it disappeared altogether. His daughter needed the privacy a young woman should have and Howard wasn’t going to deny that from her.

“Lizzie. It’s me. Can I come in?” He announced himself.

There was no response from his daughter. He thought his daughter didn’t hear him and almost knocked again when the door unlocked. Howard opened the door and walked into his daughter’s room. His daughter had already gone to her bed.

He took the chair from her work desk and sat down. He didn’t miss the heavily doodled photo of a young boy on her iPad. He recognized some words among the graffiti mess, and they weren’t words of flattery, that’s for sure.

He looked at the young girl laying on her stomach, her face planted into her pillow, her arms wrapped around the soft cotton body as though she had gathered a pool of sand in which to hide herself.

Howard sighed. How could he sort this out, he thought to himself? Boy trouble. His daughter was already facing boy trouble. The last time Howard felt so helpless for his daughter was when she had her period, and his wife was still at work.

“Lizzie, you know you can talk to your mother and I about it.” Howard remarked what had been said at least ten times for the past two days. He patted his daughter on her back.

Two days had passed since Tommy, her crush, declined her offer to be her prom date. It was quite the gall for a girl to ask. And just as embarrassing to get rejected. If his wife hadn’t been asking around, they wouldn’t have known why that cheerful girl turned morose all the sudden. His wife almost chalked it up to her having her PMS.

“Go away!” his daughter’s muffled voice filtered through the pillow.

“Tommy isn’t that good anyways.”

“You don’t know that.” She argued dejectedly.

Howard never met Tommy. Neither did he want to. He didn’t need to see Tommy to know the boy isn’t good for his daughter. In fact, no boy could ever be good for his sweet little princess.

“He is not worth your time, sweetie.” Howard tried again. No response this time. “What’s so perfect about him anyways?”

“He’s handsome. He’s popular. He’s the captain of the football team.”

Howard rolled his eyes at his daughter’s taste in men. How naïve her taste was?

Besides, Lizzie clearly had the looks to get herself the finest boyfriend she could ever want. Oval face with big blue eyes, chiselled nose to match the perfect pair of cherubic cheeks, and the most succulent lips a man could ever need, not too tall nor too short for her age, dirty blond hair like her mother’s; what there is to not like? She wasn’t lacking in the curve-department too. Barely halfway into her puberty, she’s already amassing a sizeable C cup breasts and a firm piece of butt rounder than a beach ball.

As if the high praises for his daughter’s looks from the relatives coming over for thanksgiving and Christmas were enough to clue Howard in, he had seen men and boys checking out his daughter out too. Her fondness for crop top and short shorts definitely didn’t leave much for the imaginations. Howard had lost count of the number of times he had wanted to gouge someone’s eyes out for ogling his angel.

“Look, guys like that aren’t good boyfriend material.” Howard said.

“You don’t know that!” his daughter finally looked up. Her big blue eyes were still puffy from the tears she had shed.

“Oh, honey. Look around you. How many of your friends’ parents are footballer?”

Lizzie scrunched her brows. Gears turning in her head. Howard couldn’t help but to smile at the adorable look on his daughter’s face.

“Not many, I reckon.” He continued. “Besides, you’re gorgeous. It’s Tommy’s loss for not taking up on your offer.”

His daughter glared at him for a whole second. Then, like a disturbed ostrich, she ploughed her face into the pillow once more. Howard let out a defeated sigh.

“Go away.” She mewled softly. Imploringly.

“Okay.” Howard conceded. “Try not to think about it too much. You have school tomorrow and it’s already ten. Goodnight.”

She didn’t respond. A clear sign that he had failed, again, just like his wife. He retreated to his room where his wife was waiting in bed. She had already dressed down to her negligee, her plump bosom and her dark nipples hardly covered by the thin fabric.

“I take that it didn’t go well.” His wife remarked.

“She’s still all hung up about it.” Howard shook his head, pulling his t-shirt over his head and yanking his pants down to the floor. Then, he slid into the bed. “Give her space. She’ll come around.”

“Yeah. But it’s been two days now. I thought she’d be over it by now.”

“Hey, you didn’t get over Oliver for at least a month after he rejected your invitation.” He reminded. Sandra rolled her eyes.

“Fine. You don’t have to dig up old wounds, you know.” She clicked her tongue.

“Who is this Tommy guy anyways.” He asked.

“He’s a senior. Quite the looker.” His wife teased; she’s already searching through Facebook. “I can see why Lizzie has such a big crush on him.”

“Ah, you’re right.” Howard agreed when he saw the boy’s face. Square jaw, cropped hair, an athletic tan, completely ripped with muscles, he’s the kind of guy that one would find in a gym poster. “Have the hots for him, haven’t you?” Howard slipped his finger in between his wife’s thighs to reach for her pussy.

“Don’t!” his wife warned. “I have an important meeting tomorrow. I need to sleep early.” She explained.

“Come on. Lizzie is old enough. I think she is more than ready for a little brother or sister.” Howard teased, not willing to give up so soon.

“I’m serious, Howard.” His wife pushed his hand away. “I really need my sleep. I have to video call this Japanese client at 10 am tomorrow.”

“You’re no fun.” Howard grumbled, turning away from his reluctant wife.

“I promise, we can have fun after this meeting.” She added apologetically.

Howard conceded and the two of them resigned to a good night’s rest. The nightlamps were turned off and they tucked themselves snuggly under the thick comforter.

Suddenly, a sharp shriek tore through the silence of the room. Howard snapped into attention. He was already out of the bed reaching for his handgun in the nightstand.

“That’s Lizzie.” His wife remarked what he already knew.

Howard looked at the time at the nightstand. It was two in the morning. He only had but four hours of sleep. But the exhaustion of the previous day was already gone. His mind was as clear as the gunsight he was aiming down on. He clicked the safety off and opened the door.

“Hide under the bed. If I’m not back in two minutes, call the cops.” He told his wife and his wife obeyed.

The hallway was dead silent. His eyes had long adjusted to darkness and the lack of a light didn’t bother him much. He sneaked up on Lizzie’s bedroom. Her door was ajar – something was clearly wrong. Lizzie never slept with her door open anymore.

He pushed into Lizzie’s room and to his surprised, he found Lizzie on the floor. He rushed in and dropped to his knees beside his daughter. Her eyes were closed, and she’s unconscious.

Howard looked around the room. Whoever harmed Lizzie could probably be still there. His eyes soon fell at Lizzie’s small walk-in closet. A place that someone could surely hide inside.

“We called the cops. I’m armed. If you don’t want to be riddled with bullets, I suggest you come out with your hands in the air.” He warned, gun training at the closet doors.

Another shriek tore through the silent night. This time, it was his wife. Sickened by the turn of events, the agitated Howard rushed for the master bedroom. That’s when he saw two sharp prongs reaching out to his neck. Before he could react, a bright spark erupted between the prongs and the last thing he remembered was the sizzling sound that echoed in his head.

Howard came to what he gradually realized to be the basement of his house. It’s been a long time since he was down here and unless he had to fix something in the house, he hardly ever went down there. Besides, he’d never woken up in it before so the feeling of seeing the bare-brick walls the moment he opened his eyes were surreal.

He quickly learned that he was tied to a familiar dining chair. It was the previous dining chair that didn’t quite match the new table his wife had gotten, and he had put them in the basement for the next yard sale. He groaned at the ache pulsing in his neck. He blinked a few times, trying to get his thoughts together.

He recalled the shriek of both his wife and his daughter, and for a moment he tensed. When he looked around, he was relieved to see the two most important persons in his life were right beside him, tied to the rest of the dining chairs. They were unconscious. Their head slumped forward and the only thing that was keeping them from falling over was the roll of duct tapes wrapped around their body and the backrest.

Some finger sucking noise caught his attention. On top of a broken washing machine underneath the staircase was a woman. She had a head of childish pink hair cut to her shoulder. Her face seemed to indicate that she’s in her early thirties, if not late twenties. She was probably mixed race, judging by the hint of East Asian appearance. Perhaps Japanese?

In her hand was one of the many plastic containers Howard used to keep leftover meals. Howard could tell that the woman was eating yesterday’s mashed potatoes. He had made too much of it because he didn’t want to leave one lonely potato behind.

The woman was dressed in a bright orange fatigue. On the fatigue wrote in big bold words “Baskinshire Correction Center”. As if that wasn’t bad already, on top of the washing machine beside her butt was his handgun. Howard swallowed, already thinking of a way to get his family and him out of this predicament.

“Uhm…” Howard began.

The woman looked up. Her green eyes lit up. “You’re finally awake!” she remarked giddily. “I was so worried. I kind of pulled the trigger a second longer because you’re quite large. I didn’t think the taser would knock you out just as easily as those two over there.”

“May I ask why you knock us out?”

The woman’s eyes widened as if Howard had asked question she’d been dying to answer. She cocked her head and grinned. Then, she pulled on her orange fatigue. “See this? Well, I sort of ran away from a prison. I need a place to hide from the cops. I noticed the kitchen window was opened, so…”

Howard had to commend the woman’s honesty. Still, there’s a reason why she was in prison. Howard just hoped it hadn’t had anything to do with murder.

“How long do you plan to stay?” Howard asked as calmly as he could.

“Who knows?” the woman shrugged. “Maybe forever.”

Howard sucked in a sharp breath. Forever would not be acceptable. Forever meant the woman would never let him and his family out of the basement.

“You do see the problem with that, right?” Howard tried to talk some sense into the woman. “We have family and friends who visit us on a weekly basis. They will come, and they will eventually know we are tied up down here. It won’t do you any good.”

“You do have a point.” The woman hummed. “Oh well, I guess I will just have to enjoy myself while I still have the time.” She leapt off from the washing machine and darted up the stairs.

Howard took that opportunity to wake up his wife and his daughter. It wasn’t too difficult of a task. A loud shout and a kick at their chair did the trick. The two females went from groggy to batshit insane. Before Howard knew it, those two were shrieking like mad.

“Quiet! Stay calm!” Howard said sternly and his loud voice stopped his wife and his daughter. “Look, the person who tied us down here is an escaped prisoner. Don’t do anything that will agitate her, got it?”

Sandra and Lizzie nodded. Their lips formed a tight seal.

The woman came down once more. Her footsteps against the creaking steps were obvious. Howard silently told his wife and daughter to stay calm.

The woman walked into the basement with a can of beer in her hand. “Heineken sucks. You should go for Budweiser instead.” She quickly noticed his wife and daughter. “Oh, they are awake too. Great. Wouldn’t want to get those two into a coma.” She chuckled to herself.

“What do you want from us?” his wife asked. Her voice trembling.

“Oh relax. I’m not going to hurt you or anything.” She said, rolling her eyes. “I just want to get some freedom before they take be back into that hellhole.”

Howard turned to his wife and shook his head. His wife nodded almost imperceptibly. It was clear – only Howard needed to do the talking.

First thing to do in a hostage situation – get the perpetrator emotionally attached to you. It was one of those many useless information that Howard read on the internet but there’s no harm in trying now.

“What’s your name?” Howard asked.

“I’m Patricia. What about you?”

“I’m Howard. This is Sandra, my wife and Lizzie, my daughter.”

“Nice to meet you, Howard, Sandra, Lizzie.”

“You look like a decent. How about this?” Howard began. He had thought of an offer an escaped prisoner would never decline. “I will give you some cash, enough for you to go to Mexico. I will give you my car. Once you’re out, we are even. How about that?”

“I couldn’t drive.” The woman said nonchalantly before taking a swig from the beer can.

“Okay, what if I drive you to the border.”

“Your wife and daughter?”

“They will stay here. Locked. Unable to contact the outside world. That way, you will never have to worry about them calling the cops.”

“Please, here to Mexico is at least two days.