Blood Attracts Blood: Update 3

He seeks judgement in an unbiased court as he confesses his sin. Let him have it.

To my kind and caring readers: I thank you for all the kind words and… interesting pieces of advice given to me over the past week. I’ve had to carefully think about the situation over this time. At the time this little scenario takes place, I wasn’t ready to just, ‘go and breed her’ or ‘shove a hand down her pants’ and ‘feel up dem titties’ as a few someone elses put it. She’s still my daughter. But something else happened and I need to confess or I am going to go raving mad. In fact a few things happened. But I daren’t tell more than this one little thing or I’ll be crucified. Maybe worse, burnt on a pyre. It’s not a long one, I’ll get to the point this time. I need to get some of it off of my chest. Maybe then I’ll start to feel a degree of normalcy again.

For about two days after the interaction in the bed, my wife and I have been avoiding each other, mostly. Only bare minimum of communication passed between us. It made the house quite tense. The focal point of the story happened in the afternoon at about three o’clock on this very same Friday, about twelve hours prior to writing this out. I was doing my usual stretch and exercise routine while the house was devoid of most other life. Catherine was off school on a personal day. We give all of our kids one every month and she chose this Friday as hers. Smart kid, she gets a three day weekend now.

Catherine joined me half way through and I couldn’t help but to occasionally stare as we stretched together. Occasionally we did paired stretching, which is stretches that involve two people. I saw fit to periodically milk the opportunity to place my hands on her body. I knew what I was doing and in that moment, the prevailing half of me was completely ok with it. I indulged while my heart raced every time I laid a hand up on her soft, supple, young flesh. I was in a pair of comfortable, loose long shorts. Catherine was wearing her full length pyjama pants and a loose fitting shirt she sometimes wore to bed. None of us get dressed out of our pj’s if there’s no reason to. We did a stretch for which we sat on the floor, in front of each other.
We took turns pulling the other by the hand and making contact with the others ankles using the bottoms of our feet. A very effective lower body stretch that is primarily felt in the lower back, glutes and inner thigh. There is a solo version but it’s much more effective in a pair. When it was my turn to pull on her, I took the opportunity to peer down her top. I could see all of the way down her cleavage. The neck hole was too small to see everything though, which I found myself slightly chagrined by in the moment. Regardless, half of her generously endowed cleavage was on display and I very much wanted to reach out and touch it. Maybe even bury my face there to lick and kiss to my hearts content. I had just enough self-control to stop myself getting hard but I could feel myself beginning to stir all the same.

I even pushed it a little further and said to Catherine, “This stretch is starting to get too easy for you.”

“Well, I have been doing it for a long time now. But you do it the same way.”

“Yeah, but you’re younger. You should push your body a little bit more while you can. Here, I’ll show you.”

She quietly let me. I put my hand high up on the outside of her thighs, pretty much cupping her ass cheeks in fact. Then I pulled her in towards me, which had the effect of splitting her legs wider apart, using my feet as an anchor point. God help me the feel of her warmth under my finger tips again felt heavenly. She peeped and yelped when she felt the stretch so much deeper. “Oh god dad, I’m really feeling that stretch deeply again now. I don’t think I can go much further though.”

Moments later we were getting close to done with stretching and stood up. Catherine says to me, “You’re lucky. Men can go around topless whenever they want while we girls all have to cover up our chests.”

It took a moment for what she said to sink in. I gave her a smile and said in reply before I even realised the words had left my mouth. “You can take your top off if you want. I won’t tell if you don’t.” As soon as the words left my mouth I immediately realised how bad what I just said was. But even so, I wanted her too. How did it go from a simple and accidental near miss kiss to opportunistically letching at my own daughter to then straight up encouraging her to display her tits in front of me?

“I dunno dad. Sounds a little crazy when I really think about it… God, dad, would you really be ok with it?” Internally I was licking my chops. Was she really considering it? “These things will flip and flop all over the place.”

“Of course I’ll be ok with it. So long as it’s just us two, you can dress how you like. And if you wanna let the girls loose, then so be it. I can hardly chastise you when I’ve not got one on myself now, can I? That would be hypocritical of me.”

She played with the bottom of her shirt whilst she spoke this time and smiled at me, sheepishly, “Well, you’re right, it ISN’T fair. But… really promise that you… you won’t tell anyone.” Something about the level of shyness and bashfulness in her, in that moment, was setting me ablaze.

“ ‘Course I promise. The rest wouldn’t understand. We’ve always had a special relationship that way.” She had a cheeky look in her eye as I said it and looked around as if anyone might be nearby.

“O… ok…” She began lifting her top up until I could see her belly button and then out of nowhere we heard a car loudly zip by on the gravel town road not far from us. She looked at it plainly as it sped by. Could see the occupants clearly. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. Perhaps next time.” She looked down at her feet now, sheepishly. So close, yet so far. We only had two more stretches to go so we finished those up.

As we wrapped up the last one, the street door swung open fully. It was my wife and some of the kids arriving home from their busy days. I gulped hard as I heard them walking and, chattering away. How close that was. If Catherine had really done it, they’d have walked in on us. I’d have probably been caught. Doing what exactly? I’m not even sure to tell you the truth… Did I just try to ‘groom’ my daughter? I didn’t really feel it until I was in the toilet taking a piss. It washed over me, just what I had tried and nearly succeeded in doing. They probably would have caught on to what I did had they walked in on the scene of me mostly naked and sweet little Catherine topless, tits out, and stretching with me. God I dread to think. The unrealised possibility terrified me in that moment. Who was that man, taking over my thoughts and my voice? I look, open mouthed, at my reflection in the mirror. In that moment, I hated the man that stared back. I shook, visibly for a short time but the taste on the very outer most edge of my lips was still that of my Catherines…

That’s all I have to say for now. I just needed to vent. I’m sorry if you feel that I’ve wasted your precious time on my internal struggles.