Abigail was a hot mess—which is to say that her car’s old air conditioner was broken again, and she’d been crying. Air blowing through the open windows just didn’t do enough to drive away the oppressive late-evening heat, and soon it got too hard to determine if there was fresh tears or sweat sliding down her cheeks.

Her car’s engine sputtered and blew a plume of black smoke out of her tailpipe. She was hot, angry, tired and heartbroken. Abby and her boyfriend Pat had just finished up their third big fight that month, and their last one. After he kicked her out, there was only one place she could escape to. Up ahead, through the trees, she saw her destination come into view at last, a respite from the terrible heat and her aching heart: her parents’ house.

Abby was finally home.

Her parents lived in the same house that Abby grew up in before going off to college. After graduating, she moved out when Pat proposed, but the wedding kept getting postponed. Abby was twenty-five, her marriage was two years overdue, and she was running out of patience with the man she was supposed to get married to.

Stepping out of the old coupe, Abby fanned herself with the sticky front of her tank top as she walked up towards the house; her old, sweat-damp cut-offs rubbed uncomfortably between her thighs. It was single storied with a dark green roof and wide windows, stuffed to the brim with old memories and love. Getting away from her responsibilities to visit was hard on most days, but she didn’t care about any of that now.

Slipping her old key into the lock, Abby turned the bolt and pushed open the loud, heavy door. As she reached inside, flipping on the entryway light, there was a sound from further inside, splashing and the sudden rustling of movement.

“Mama? Daddy?” Abby called their names as she stepped into the shaded, cool house. Lifting her dark hair to cool her neck, she sighed and shut it behind her. “It’s Abby… I’m home.”

“Abigail!” There was the sound of splashing out on the porch at the other end of the living room. “Just a second!” Mama came into view in a hurry, walking on bare feet. Abby was her Mama’s spitting image, or so she’d heard a thousand times before: they were both short and slender, with dark hair and fierce gray eyes. Her mother was dressed in a thin, gauzy housecoat decorated in bright flowers that clung to her moist curves and barely reached the swell of her hips. It was also completely see-through and it was quickly obvious that Mama wasn’t wearing a bathing suit; Abby fought not to stare at the outline of the older woman’s curves and wide hips. “I was out in the hot tub. I didn’t expect you to come home.” She hugged Abby tight, then gasped. “And you’re all wet!”

“The A-C in my car’s still broken,” Abby sighed. She didn’t comment on her mother’s see-through robe, but it was hard not to be distracted by it. “Where’s Daddy?”

“In bed resting,” Mama said. “You still don’t have your car fixed yet?”

It seemed odd, that Daddy would go to sleep so early and all on his own, but there wasn’t time to dwell on that. “Patrick keeps promising to fix it,” Abby grumbled, scowling at the floor. “I’ve been waiting on it since spring.”

“Sounds like he needs to learn how to use a calendar.” Mama crossed her arms across her chest.

“We, ah, we had a big fight about it,” she said, looking down. “And about the wedding. And about a lot of…other things.”

“Oh, honey.” Mama took Abby’s hand and led her over to the nearby couch where they both sat down close together. “Do you need to talk about it?”

Abby felt pressure and heat at the corners of her eyes as the memory of her fight with Pat came roaring back. She nodded, took an offered tissue and blew her nose. “He just keeps making excuses! And I…I try to be patient, and nothing changes! Tonight, he threw me out, and I didn’t know where else to go!” When Mama embraced her, Abby lost her fight against a new rush of tears. She cried and shook her her mother’s arms, feeling weak and angry. “Can…Can I stay here tonight? Please? I won’t get in the way!”

“Of course, sweetie,” Mama said in the midst of another hug. “You can stay as long as you like.” Mama hugged Abby about the shoulders. “It’ll be alright,” she murmured, kissing her daughter’s moist temple; the warm touch of her mouth lingered for a moment.

Abby nodded. It was hard to control where to look—she had a prime view down the front of her mother’s robe and noted again that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit. They were both small-chested, a fact that Abby had struggled with most of her life; if she’d had the money, she would’ve gotten enhancement surgery in a heartbeat. But Abby wasn’t gifted in either her finances or her breasts, so all she could do was try to ignore her own shortcomings. Pat sometimes teased her about her body, and she had to constantly remind him that petite women did, in fact, exist.

Abby had also never thought of her mother sexually at all—at least, not until that moment—and her face went warm all over. She wiped her tears away and tried not to stare at the gentle swell of her mother’s barely-covered chest. “I’m sorry for coming over so late.”

“Oh, not to worry,” Mama said. “It was such a nice night that I was spending it out in the tub on the patio.” She smiled, but Abby could tell it wasn’t quite as bright as one of her mother’s genuine smiles. “You should go out and soak yourself tomorrow—it’ll do you good.”

“That sounds nice, actually,” Abby said.

“Would you like to join me tonight?” Mama said. Before Abby could answer either way, her mother rubbed her eyes. “Now listen to me. Ignore me, Abigail, I’m not thinking straight at all. You want to rest, of course.”

Abby didn’t argue. She didn’t know whether she wanted to accept Mama’s invitation, but Abby was sure she was ready for bed.

“C’mon then,” Mama said, squeezing her daughter’s hand before pulling Abby to her feet. Together, they walked down the hall to the old bedroom that awaited her.

Most of her old posters and pictures had been pulled down, but some remnants of Abby’s teenage years remained: her old swimming trophies; the sheets and bedspread; some clothes still hanging up in the closet. It felt like stepping back in time.

Mama gave Abby another unprompted hug in the doorway. “Now, Abigail—do you need anything else?”

Abby shook her head. “No, Mama.” She felt tense, worried, excited. She was home again—for good, or at least for the foreseeable future. “I’ll be alright.”

“Good. Now, relax. Get out of those wet clothes and take a shower. Get some rest.”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Good. I’m going back to the tub for awhile.” Mama gave Abby a chaste kiss on the lips and spun about; as she did, Abby got a full view of her mother’s bare bottom, given how short the robe was. Then she was gone, crossing the house to where to tub waited on the back patio.

Everything about the visit felt off to Abby—between Daddy’s absence and Mama walking around in scandalously short, wet silk, something was different at home. And Abby expected that more surprises were still to come. She was anticipating it, in fact.

After peeling herself out of her sweaty clothing, Abby left them in a sodden pile on her bedroom floor. Standing naked in her old room brought more of those old memories back. Moving away from home had been the hardest decision Abby ever made, but part of her felt like she had to do it—the longer she stayed, the harder it was to leave.

Abby walked naked to the door, shut off the lights and hugged herself in the dark. She trembled and let her head rest on the door, breathing in and out, wondering if her old secrets would catch up to her that night. She didn’t dread or hate them; in fact, she was excited. Her tummy was twisted up tight and she was shivering from the adrenaline.

It took several minutes before Abby found the courage to open her bedroom door. When she did, her eyes had adjusted to the dark and she could see that her parents’ door was shut, a pale obstruction in the dark. Part of her wanted to creep up to it, to set her ear against the old wood and see if she could hear her Daddy sleeping. But Abby was still shivering and nervous so she hurried down the hall to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

The shower was soon running hot and Abby climbed in, sighing with relief as the shaking finally ceased. Hugging herself again, she stood under the hot spray and closed her eyes, swaying gently under the water.

The mother she’d grown up with wouldn’t have worn a robe like that in front of Abby, or anyone else. Abby didn’t quite know how to react to this newer Mama, but the memory of her in her wet robe left butterflies tumbling in Abby’s belly.

For a few minutes, Abby soaked under the hot spray, breathed in and out, letting her thoughts and worries melt away and spiral down the drain. She picked up a thick sponge and squirted a thick glob of soap onto it, working it into a thick, white lather. Abby began to rub it all over her body, scrubbing old sweat away. There was a new razor hanging on a wire rack under the shower head; Mama had likely put it there for whenever Abby had a chance to visit. She slowly and methodically rubbed and squeezed the thick sponge between her legs, and the warm suds bubbled and hissed as they clung to her belly, thighs and the moist swell of her pussy.

There was only a solitary light burning in the bathroom, but Abby had a lot of practice shaving her cunt by that time. She knew her body best of all and slid the razor’s edge across her sensitive skin, cutting away the short hairs she’d left untrimmed for too long. Abby and Patrick hadn’t had sex in weeks; if he wasn’t going to touch her, she saw no reason to shave, no matter how much he liked it. But now Abby had a reason to shave again, and she made sure to clean herself carefully. When she didn’t find any stray hairs, Abby rubbed the sponge against her pussy again and bit her lip at its rough texture against her sensitive skin.

When the bathroom door opened, it was slow and quiet before it shut again. Abby lingered under the water again and closed her eyes, letting the sponge drop to the floor as the thick suds slid down her flesh and disappeared down the drain. The shower door slid open and closed, and a pair of thick arms coiled around Abby’s wet belly. A face covered in rough bristles slid across her neck while warm lips kissed her jaw. One hand passed across her chest while the other pushed down between her legs.

“Mmmm, Daddy…” Abby stretched up onto her toes, pressing back against him. “You woke up!”

“You came home,” Daddy said, his voice rasping and rumbling in his chest. He sounded sleepy, but the happiness in his voice made her heart swell. He was still handsome in spite of his silver hair and sun-weathered flesh—there was more than four decades between them, but he was still the most handsome man she knew.

Abby raised her chin and took a long, deep breath. It’d been months since he last touched her, and the feel of his hands was like fire in her flesh, a sensation no other man could give her. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

“I knew I’d find you in here.” He pushed his hand deeper between her legs, running coarse fingertips across perfect, smooth flesh. Without warning, or asking, or any other words at all, Daddy pushed a finger up between her pouting pussy lips, up past the second knuckle.

Abby gasped and reached out her hands, pressing her palms against the side walls to hold herself up. “Yes, Daddy!” she repeated, moaning as he began to pump her pussy; in seconds, the sound of her wet snatch being finger-fucked could be heard filling the shower stall.

Daddy’s voice turned darker, deeper, as though a switch had been flipped. “You still remember who you belong to…don’t you, Baby?” He pushed a second finger in and began masturbating her even faster, filling the shower with the sound of moist, tight flesh.

Abby sobbed as she, too, felt a switch flip in her head—and deep in her aching cunny. “Yes, Daddy!” Her head fell forward as both legs spread further apart. Her hips rocked backwards, pressing her bare ass against his thick cock, while continuing to ride his fingers. “I’m so wet already! So fucking wet, Daddy!”

“Mmm, yes you are, Baby…and you know what’ll happen if we keep this up, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy!” Abby legs shook and nearly gave out under as Daddy suckled on her earlobe and kept fingering her tight quim. He was alternating between rubbing her G-spot or stroking her swollen clit. Abby wanted to cum so badly she clenched her teeth and drew in a hissing breath. “Daddy, please!”

But he only kissed down her neck and chuckled softly in response to her suffering. “Here it comes,” Daddy said—Abby groaned in frustration and lust as he began rubbing her G-spot again, hard and fast, while pressing his other hand tight across her mouth. “Now…do it!” he hissed in her ear. “Do it, Baby!”

Abby’s scream was reduced to a pitiful, muffled moan behind his hand. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she went half limp in her father’s arms as she came. The wet pumping sound of his fingers increased exponentially as she squirted—a hot, wild, violent expulsion of cum that left her whining with shame and desire. Abby came and came, squeaking and calling against his palm. Her world was nothing but that hot, steam-filled room and she was his willing puppet, dancing on his fingers.

Only Daddy could make Abby good and truly wet—no other lover came close. With his fingers, his tongue, his wicked words and thick cock, Daddy could reduce her to a soaked, slippery mess and still leave her wanting more. Even then, as she hung in his arms, shaking and dripping, Abby still longed for more.

As Daddy pulled his fingers free, Abby would’ve fallen if he didn’t catch her. Spinning her about, sinking his fingers tight into her bottom, Daddy bent to whisper in her ear. “Now you’re mine again.”

Abby nodded her head, fast and frantic. Her throat was swollen and she couldn’t hold herself up, but his touch was so good she didn’t even care.

He reached out, turning off the shower at last. “Let’s get you to bed.” Daddy’s words made Abby want to whimper, but she couldn’t fight him, even as he grabbed a pair of towels and led her down the hall in the dark, dripping as they went.

When Daddy shut the door to Abby’s bedroom, her heart jumped in her chest. She was dripping on the carpet, hugging herself and shivering even as she watched Daddy towel himself off in the dark. “W-Won’t Mama h-hear us?”

“Your Mama’s out in the hot tub,” he said, fetching the other towel as he turned around. “She’ll be there for awhile to make sure I’m dead asleep before she comes to bed…which gives us plenty of time to spend together.” Abby saw a small smile on his face before he covered her head with a towel and began to gently scrub her hair.

Two vastly different reactions flared up inside Abby at that moment. The first was excitement at being alone with Daddy again—it was instinctive, the rush of pleasure and anticipation at what was to come. Abby became Daddy’s lover during her last year in college, before graduating or moving out with Pat. The love affair she shared with her father was sweet and precious, something she guarded very carefully.

The second was shock at how Mama could become so sexual and lurid, dressing in such provocative garments, but that she was also avoiding going to bed with Daddy. She waited for him to pull the towel down. “But why, Daddy? Is she avoiding you?”

Daddy sniffed and shrugged. “A little. At the same time, she’s been wearing that gauzy robe around the house, spending more time in the hot tub, flaunting and showing off.”

“I’m not used to seeing Mama dress like that…or thinking about her that way.” Abby gave a sheepish smile. “I kind of like it.”

“Is that so?” Daddy said as he started rubbing her body down. He gave her an amused look before sitting on the edge of the bed and beckoning to her. Abby hurried over, damp hair swinging behind her, as she crawled up and straddled his lap. “Did you miss me, baby girl?” he asked, fastening his hands tight to her bottom again.

“Oh, yes, Daddy!” All thoughts of her mother had vanished. Abby gasped, running her hands across his neck and shoulders, up into his hair. She kissed him, taking a deep breath as his tongue slid and coiled around hers. Her nude, moist puss pushed tight against his cock, making her whimper again.

He broke the kiss as he rocked her in his lap, sliding her smaller body against his, grinding his daughter’s slippery quim against his dick. “How long has it been?” Daddy asked. “How long since I fucked my sweet baby girl?”

Abby whined and clutched his shoulders, gasping. “T-Three months, Daddy! Not since my birthday!” Her aching cunt was coating his cock with juices, and soon they were both glistening with longing and lust.

“Mmmmmmm,” he groaned, pressing hot kisses up her neck. “That’s right. That was the night you and your Mama got drunk to celebrate…and I got to fuck my little girl all night while she slept.”

Abby caught her breath as he lifted her higher and higher, then began to impale her tight pussy atop his thick cock. “Yes! Yes! Oh, Daddy!” She curled her toes and bit her lip as he stuffed her cunt full, never stopping until she was pressed tight atop his lap. “Ohgodohgodohgod!” she whispered, hugging him tight.

Daddy started rocking, fucking his little girl, probing the depths of her cunt with slow, forceful strokes. “That’s it, Baby,” he hummed softly in her ear, a gentle voice that sounded so paternal and gentle, even if his words were wicked. “Hold on tight to Daddy. Daddy’s cock’ll make you feel good.”

With trembling fingers, Abby clung to her Daddy, whimpering softly with every thrust. Her father had a cock that always brought her back for more—one more touch, one more taste, one more fuck. “Daddy! My belly’s so full! Pussy’s…so full!” She cried softly, cradled in his arms, clutching at him and never wanting to let go.

“Not as full as it’s going to get,” Daddy promised with a soft chuckle. Slowly, he rolled over in bed until Abby was pinned beneath his weight and larger body. Unable to move or get away, Abby trembled beneath her Daddy as he bent his head down to whisper again. “Time to fill that pussy up again. Now I’m gonna fuck your sweet…tight…hot little hole!” His enthusiasm came out in the heat of his voice, matched by the speeding off his hips in time with his words.

Her hairless pussy began to make such sounds, noises of wet flesh being pounded by his awoken dick. “Daddy! Oh my god, Daddy! Yes! Fuck me, fuck my cunny-hole! Fill me up, Daddy!!” Abby praised her Daddy and begged for more, holding tight to his hips as he slammed down against her again and again. Sex with other men, even with Patrick, just couldn’t compare to sex with her Daddy—they were made for each other, fitting perfectly together.

His grunts and her cries made for sweet music in the dark. Then Daddy went stiff on top of her, his hips jerking strongly while pushing his cock as deep as it could go. Abby knew what that meant, and she wrapped her whole body around his, hugging with arms and legs together as he began to cum. “Yesyesyesyes!” Abby squealed, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Getting wet was such a turn-on for her, and Daddy’s cum was the ultimate wetness while he flooded her cunt with spurt after spurt of his hot, incestuous sperm. Abby’s cunny clenched around his cock and she squirted again, squeaking with glee as her stuffed pussy soaked them both. “Daddy! W-We’re cumming together, Daddy!!” Abby wriggled her hips beneath his, grinding her stiff clit against his belly as she groaned and sighed with pleasure.

Daddy caught his breath, sliding his arms under her shoulders, coiling both arms back around his hot, slippery daughter. They embraced, kissing one another with a deep, terrible longing. Daddy stared down at her, looking into her eyes as their wet tongues swirled round and round.

The feeling of her Daddy’s hot, sticky seed as it oozed out of her smooth pussy, trickling down across her puckered asshole and down into her sheets made Abby shiver. “You came inside me again,” she whispered, looking up at him with a small, happy smile. The pressure of his body upon hers was constricting, but also familiar and comforting. Abby slid her legs down, toes brushing across his strong, hairy calves. The oozing wetness clinging to her smooth skin made her breathe soft and quick.

“Mmm… Three months was too long.” Daddy pulled his hips back, as if ready to pull out of her, then pushed forward again, grinding down hard between her open legs. “But now you’re back for good, aren’t you?”

Abby arched her back, taking an unsteady breath through her open mouth. “Y-Yes, Daddy!”

“When was the last time he touched you? Or fucked you?”

The pleasure of her father’s touch, his body and his slippery cock was tempered by his words. He was a jealous sort too, even refusing to say Pat’s name aloud. “Months, Daddy! Not since you fucked me!”

“Good,” he growled into her ear. “That means my girl’s sweet cunny really is all mine again.” Daddy gathered Abby’s hands up and pinned them over her head while speaking in the same soft, venomous tones. “Nobody gets to fuck my little girl but me now.”

“N-No, Daddy.” Abby bit her lip and clenched her muscles, squeezing her soaked pussy around his cock. The wet sound of his deep, slow thrusting made her heart beat faster.

“Nobody fucks my little baby as good as I do.” As Daddy rocked his hips and slowly fucked her, Abby could feel his cock swell again, thickening, lengthening inside her hairless pussy. “Nobody makes you as wet or turns you on like I do.”

“No, Daddy!” It was a turn-on, listening to her father’s words and the way he talked about her. But Abby couldn’t make him stop, couldn’t push him away, couldn’t keep him from fucking her. And deep, deep down, she didn’t want him to stop.

“Because you love being Daddy’s girl, don’t you, Baby?” He clenched one set of fingers about her wrists while his other hand cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Sweat was beading on his haggard face but his eyes were shining in the dark, burning like he was possessed by a demon.

“Yes, Daddy!” Abby cried, struggling against his grip. She was soaked from the sex, coated in a mess of arousal, sweat and cum. Their bodies slid together and stained the sheets.

Daddy’s torment was only beginning. Pinning her wrists with both hands to the bed, he rose over her and continued his slow, deep fucking, letting them both hear her wet pussy as it sucked and slurped with each thrust. “Say it again, Baby Girl,” he ordered. “Say who fucks you the best.”

“Y-You do, Daddy!” Abby whispered as her face went hot. Her hands curled into fists and her heels pressed tight to his thighs, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“Who’s cock feels best inside this tight…wet…hot little pussy?!” The loud slaps on his loins to her thighs, of his groin to her shaved puss again mirrored his words, as his dick was slammed to the hilt every time.

“Yours, Daddy, yours! Fuck! Oh god!” Abby gasped and arched her back, her hips bucking under his as stars flashed in her eyes each time he slammed his loins to hers. Her exposed, swollen clit was throbbing against his cum-soaked curls.

“And who turns you into a wet, needy little thing every time he fucks you?” Daddy, without warning, suddenly sped up his thrusting, going from a slow pumping to a fast, frantic pounding. “Who’s gonna make you squirt all over his dick again?!”

“You, Daddy! Fuck! Oh my fucking god! Yes! Fuck me!” Daddy knew all the tricks to drive Abby crazy whenever it pleased him. The harsh beating of their bodies; the wet slap of flesh; the brutal rhythm striking against her clit and the way his cock slammed against her cervix again and again—all of it was pushing Abby to an inevitable end. “Daddy! I’m gonna…! GONNA…! GONNA CUM, DADDY!” Her cry melted into a pained squeal between clenched teeth. Her climax came at last with a burst of heat and gushing fluid as she squirted again, a hot rush of cum bubbling over the both of them and down across the soaked bedsheets.

Abby gasped as she felt his fingers tighten about her wrists even more. Looking up, she saw Daddy’s glistening face was now an angry mask as he leaned in closer. “Mmmmmm, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she whined, shrinking back, pulling against his grip again. “I’m sorry I was bad, Daddy! Sorry I wet the bed again! I didn’t mean to! Don’t be angry—!”

“You know the rules, little girl,” Daddy said, his voice soft. “Now I have to punish you.”

“Daddy, no—!”

“I have to, Babygail,” he said; a broken sob slipped from Abby’s lips as he used his favorite pet name for her, and she felt her heart stutter in her chest. “The only way you’ll learn not to wet the bed is for me to fuck the bad girl out of you again.”

As Abby whimpered softly with every breath, her father gathered her up in his embrace, trapped her arms to her chest and squeezed her so tight that she could hardly breathe. Then his hips began to drive down between her thighs again, making her little bottom bounce atop the sodden sheets. He was fucking her sopping pussy with quick thrusts but it was so forceful, so undeniably rough that Abby’s whimpers soon turned to wheezing, desperate cries.

Daddy was raping her, and no matter how Abby pretended otherwise, she loved it. She loved how dirty he talked, how wicked their secret love was, and especially how he punished her. They didn’t waste those moments with words—the only noises were their gasping cries, heavy breathing, and of course the sloshing wetness of her cunny as it squeezed and convulsed around his cock.

She came again, providing more slippery lube for Daddy. Abby’s head was spinning and her breathing was soft and ragged as stars swam in her eyes and her orgasm lingered on and on. “Daddy!” she whispered, sobbing his name. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!!”

When he came with a violent shake and pinned her to the bed, Abby’s soft, breathless crying finally went quiet at last. She pressed her face to his neck, smearing tears and sweat across his slippery flesh. The emotional release for Abby was the sweetest part of their lovemaking, when her energy was spent and all she could do was pour out her love, fear, frustration and desire all at once. She felt Daddy’s arms ease their constricting grip around her and let out her last sob as a slow, gentle sigh.

For more than a minute they lay in the dark, content and quiet. Abby could breathe easier and looked up at him, wiping the sweat and tears out of her eyes.

Daddy stared at her for a long moment. “Why did he really throw you out, Baby?”

Abby felt herself ready to wilt under his long stare. She wanted to kiss him, to beg him to kiss her, to beg him to fuck her again. Eventually she looked down, biting the corner of her lower lip. “He said that I was cheating on him. He got so angry!” Abby huffed and looked down. “But what you and I do isn’t cheating. It’s just…us being a family!”

“That’s right.” He slowly rolled off of her and sat up, his body shining in the dark. “Tell me what happened and what he said.” Daddy stood up and extended his hand.

It took a moment for Abby to stand, peeling herself off of the clinging sheets as she stood up. Sweat, cum and other fluid slid down her bare skin like she’d just stepped out of the shower. Daddy began to towel her off again; she held up her hands and opened her legs. “We had a fight, Daddy. It started about my car, and it just…snowballed into our relationship, the wedding, you, Mama, everything.”

“Us?” Daddy paused while scrubbing the towel between her legs; his hand tightened against her pussy as he looked down at her.

Abby took a trembling breath and quickly, even frantically, shook her head. “I never told him about us, Daddy, I swear!”

The tension in his hands lessened, and Daddy went back to wiping her dry. When he was done, he dried himself off next. “Tell me what he said.”

She sighed. “He told me I need to ‘cut the umbilical cord,’ like it’s a bad thing to come home to see you!”

“It’s none of his business what you do when you come home,” Daddy said, as he tossed both towels away again. Then he began to strip the bed, moving the dry pillows and comforter away and peeling the soaked sheets off. “Not that you ever should’ve left home in the first place.”

“Daddy…” It was an old argument, one that wasn’t likely to resolve any of their disagreements. “I don’t want to argue about this again. I wanted to get married; you didn’t want me to.”

The wet sheets were dropped into a pile with the towels and Abby’s clothes. “It’s a good thing you came home. Now, you’re back where you belong and you’re gonna stay where you belong.” He pulled out a spare sheet and quickly remade the bed. In another minute, the bed was remade and Daddy took her by the hand to lead her back to it. She felt like a pampered princess as he sat her down, gently lifted her feet up, laid her down and tucked the blanket over her.

“I can’t live at home forever, Daddy,” she said.

Daddy sat on the edge of the bed and smiled down at her. “You’re our girl. We’re always going to take care of you, no matter what. And we’re not like other families, are we?”

Abby smiled and shook her head . “No, Daddy.”

“That means if you’re going to be home again, at least now you can take care of your Daddy too, can’t you?” That time he touched her cheek, and such a rush of heat, love and desire filled her up that Abby gasped in surprise.

“Y-Yes,” she whispered, quickly following up with in a louder voice. “Yes, Daddy!”

“That’s more like it.” Smiling, looking satisfied or even smug, Daddy stroked his daughter’s head before standing up. “Now, get some rest. We’ll figure out what to do tomorrow.” He stood up and gathered the soiled garments and linens on the floor, taking a deep sniff of them. “Mmmmm…” Daddy closed his eyes and smiled before looking down at her. “I’m glad you’re home.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Abby said with a blush and a shy smile.

“Good night, Baby.”

“Good night, Daddy.”

He closed and shut the door, leaving Abby alone in her bed. She felt weary and drained, but happy. Daddy always seemed to know just what she needed. She snuggled into the cool sheets and closed her eyes, letting out a long, sleepy sigh. She wondered what awaited her when she awoke, whether Mama was still out waiting alone in the hot tub, and drifted off to sleep.

Abby was in the deepest, strongest depths of slumber when her door slowly opened. She sensed it, sniffed and went still; her eyelids fluttered, too heavy to open properly. It wasn’t unheard of for Daddy to sneak back into her room for a late-night quickie, fucking Abby hard and quick to satisfy his urges when they woke him up.