My Dad_ part 2

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning in my own bed sore and aching. I must have slept in because looking at my bedside clock it was lunch time. I got up to have a shower I felt a bit dirty inside. As I moved from my bed it felt like I had something in side of me, between my legs I felt so open. No one seemed to be home as I went into the bathroom and washed up.
Once I had finished I got dressed and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. I had just made a sandwich and started to walk to to lounge when I felt eyes on me. It was my dad he was sitting on one of the couches looking at me over the book he was reading. He smiled at me and asked me to come and join him. I was a bit scared as I remembered what he did to me last night. I sat down a little away from him and started to eat. He watched me for a moment before he told me he loved me. He went on to inform me that I had enjoyed what they did last night or otherwise I would have fought him not to do it. He explained that there was nothing wrong with making love to someone who loves you and that he loved me. He also asked if I had any questions about last night. I told him that I didn’t have any questions because I just wanted to forget it. Thats when dad got mad at me, he stood up and came and sat down right beside me and informed me that I better change my view or I would be in trouble, how could I forget that he loved me or that I loved him. He took my sandwich away and pulled me onto his lap and held me there. He had wrapped his large arms around me so that I couldn’t move. This is where he laid it all out about what would happen if I told mum or anyone else about what had happened. I was terrified, he told me that we would no longer be a family and that I would be the cause of it as well as my mum wouldn’t love me anymore. I was crying by this time, he made me feel like I had no choice, as he was my father and I had to do what he wanted or be in real trouble. As I was crying and holding me against him I felt his hand come around and squeeze my breast, I jumped as he squeezed it as it was still tender from last night. He kept telling me it was alright that he wouldn’t love me today but he just wanted to have a feel to make sure I was alright. He continued to feel my breasts, squeezing and pinching them, I flinched at every touch but he kept up his exploration telling me that I loved this last night, that I couldn’t get enough of it. Then all of a sudden he let go of me and told me to give him a kiss and I could go. I turned in his arms and looked at him for a while before I leant forward to give him a quick kiss on the lips but he just shook his head and said that that wasn’t a kiss and that I could go when I gave him a real kiss like he did last night. I was still scarred but I wanted to go so I lent forward and kissed him allowing him to put his tongue inside of my mouth. When I pulled away thinking it was done and I could leave he told me that he had kissed me but I hadn’t kissed him so I couldn’t go yet. I knew what I had to do but I really didn’t want to, I debated for a minute and then leant in and kissed him for the first time, meeting his tongue with mine in his mouth. It seemed to go on for a while until I felt his hands on my ass squeezing it pushing me against him, I gasped and pulled away. He let me go with a laugh and said I better get used to it and he didn’t know what my problem was as I loved it last night.

I spent a quiet day in my bedroom that day and the next all the while trying to avoid dad. It didn’t last long. The following night I was in bed early reading when my door opened and in walked dad in his bath robe, he came and sat down on my bed as I sat up with my legs bent in front of me. He asked me how I was and that he wanted to check me out to see that I was alright. I told him that I was okay and that I was just tired. This didn’t appease him as he told me to get undressed so that he could make sure. I hesitantly got up and took my nighty off when he told me to take my underwear off as well. I didn’t know what to do so I did it.
I stood there naked in front of my dad while he looked at me. Dad told me to lay on the bed so he could see, I was scarred but did as he said, I was still a bit sore but I felt I was getting better. Laying there on the bed dad pushed my legs up so they were bent up and bent down to look at my private parts, he probed for a few minutes around my entrances while I layed there like a stone, after a while he told me I was fine.