“… you shouldn’t be in here. Your mother is right downstairs and if she sees you in here like this…”
Scottie peeked through the parted doorway finding his father, topless, with his shirt in hand. His back was to the door as he stood over his daughter sitting in her sheer black underwear on the bed.
“Dad, I-” Hannah tried to say. She seemed somewhat smaller, somehow.
“Don’t. You need to go to your own room and put something on.”
Hannah looked up at her father.
“Daddy-“
“No. Don’t ‘Daddy’ me. Whatever you do in your own room is your business, but it is absolutely unacceptable to do that on your mother’s and my bed.”
Oh shit. It was worse than Scottie thought.
She had been waiting for him, ready to kick off a night of pure unadulterated debauchery. Dale caught her, most likely in the heat of an intimate, personal moment. Scottie knew well what their father probably saw, it was a vision that often filled his own fantasies, yet her brother at least had the privilege to live them out to their fullest. But this was his sister, not his daughter. He could only imagine what was going through his father’s head, to come home and see his daughter nearly naked and stretched across his bed, writhing, wet, and willing.
But then again, this wasn’t their reality. That would mean this wasn’t exactly Dale’s daughter. Or, more importantly, this wasn’t exactly their father, was it?
As that single thought crossed Scottie’s mind, she spotted him in the shadows of the doorway. The fire in her eye informed Scottie she had realized the same.
Her demeanor shift was subtle. Suddenly she was no longer the kid with their hand in the cookie jar, but more of the hunter on the prowl for prey.
Scottie shook his head, knowing full well what she was intending. It wouldn’t be real but it still felt so wrong. Yet, he felt his own blood heating and his cock growing hard, hoping it would come to fruition.
Hannah looked up at her father with an empowered but truly forbidden confidence.
“What Daddy?” she said, drawing emphasis on his name. “What is it that you think I do in my room?”
Her father paused, then shook his head. Hannah continued.
“What do you think I do when I’m alone in my room, Daddy?” She asked, standing and taking a step toward him.
Dale took a half-step back.
“Hannah… Whatever this is, you have to quit it, now.”
Her eyes flashed to Scottie for a fraction of a second, then locked back on her father.
“And what do you think this is?” She took another step forward again. Her hands ran up and down her thighs ever so slowly.
“Hannah, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I think you had a little too much tonight. We all were drinking, it was my idea, and I see now that it was wrong. It doesn’t make it okay to seduce your own father.”
She stepped forward again.
“Is that what I’m doing? I’m seducing you?”
“Hannah-” Dale went to step back again, but she was too close.
Like a viper, her hand sprung out and quickly grabbed his belt, holding him in place.
“No, Daddy,” she said as she inched closer still. “You stay right there.”