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against Wendy's body as hard as he could, clutch
her sweet soft ass. She felt the wetness flowing against her skin
and was turned on in spite of everything; her father's scream
bordering on animalistic. Objection washed over her as her pussy
tingled. His grasp slackened, and she shot up, "You dirty bastard,
I knew you loved this, you are sick!" she screamed. He just sat
there, filled with shame.
    "I am so sorry Wendy, I...I don't know what
came over me; I don't." He meant it but even as he talked, he felt
his dick begin to harden again at the sight of her standing there
in her panties and cum stained, her tear stained eyes staring back
at him.
    "You're sick..." She muttered as she turned
and ran out of his room. He didn't go after her scared of what he'd
do if he did. He was ill, she was right, she was his little girl,
his lovely girl, and he had violated her, damaged their
relationship, and probably driven her straight to the little punk
who had caused all these problems.
    Wendy entered her room banging the door shut
behind her. Not bothering to turn on the light, she dropped to the
floor in a heap. A million questions spun around in her head, "Did
she justify this? Was it her blame? Did she like it?" She started
to cry again.
     

Chapter Five
     
    Wendy's phone ringed in the darkness; she
stood up and fumbled for the bedside table lamp. The room engulfed
with light, and she switched it down using the dimmer until she
could just see, she needed to be in the darkness but needed to get
her phone. It ringed again, and she found it in her bedside table
drawer. She had a message from Roger. She read it and began to weep
harder, her legs almost giving way. It said, "Hey Wendy, heard your
old man found out, that's bad luck huh? Maybe it's four the best;
it was good while it lasted, I had a great time, Roger."
    So her father had been right, David hadn't
cared at all, she was just an easy fuck, and now things were out in
the open he didn't give a shit! She threw her phone against the
wall, where it shattered and fell to the floor in pieces. Wendy was
crying hard and didn't know what to do or who to talk with. She
couldn't tell anyone about this without getting her father into
trouble, which part of her said he earned, but she still loved him,
and no matter what he'd done Roger had broken her heart, and it was
her father she wanted to turn to for comfort. Wendy was so
confused. She sat on the corner of her bed. She was afraid to go to
her Dad in case he hit her again, or in case anything else
happened, she had seen the expression in his eyes, the look that
squealed that he wanted her, that he wanted to rip her panties
down, and fuck her.
    A vision of her Dad her rose to her mind, and
she felt a sudden desire. "Shit, what am I doing?" she cried to the
dark room, "this is so evil." She could not understand her
emotions, she had never thought of her Dad in a sexual way, and
after the disgrace, he'd put her through this evening, Wendy didn't
know how she could trust him again never mind want to go to him for
more. Wendy stopped crying and dried her face, suddenly feeling
tired. She needed sleep more than anything. She rolled up in a ball
on her bed, pulling her favorite childhood stuffed tiger close and
fell asleep, her father's cum still drying on her top.
    David was no less confused. He sat on the
side of his bed for a long time; his head lowered in his hands
thinking about how he could fix this mess. Nothing came to him. He
was embarrassed by what he'd done, and wanted more than anything to
go to Wendy and give her comfort, to talk to her and comfort her as
her father had done so many times before, but knew he couldn't. It
was a confusion he hadn't heard her leave yet. He couldn't dispute
that he still wanted Wendy, though. He desired to touch her, but
not as he had before. He wanted to caress her, to love her, not
brutally fuck her, as he had wanted before. In the end, he gave up
trying to wrestle with his conscience and climbed into