Time is catching up with Thomas. He's fifty years old, married to an infertile woman, and terrified his family bloodline will soon die with him. When his beautiful nineteen year old step-daughter is due to be married, he finds himself filled with dark thoughts of envy and lust. Before he gives the bride away on her wedding day, he decides he must take her for himself.
Adults Only. All characters in this work are 18 or older.
M/F, Pseudo Incest, Solo, Breeding, Impregnation
After the last of the bridesmaids had left the room, Thomas turned and shut the door behind them, then locked it as well. Only when he was sure they wouldn't be disturbed did he turn back to face the beautiful young bride at the other side of the room.
"Is this the part where we have the heart-to-heart talk?" Amy asked him with a stunning smile. "Where you tell me I'm beautiful and that you're proud of me, and that you hope I'll be happy forever?"
"Something like that," Thomas said as he walked across the room toward her.
He stopped in front of her and took one of her tiny little hands in his own. His other hand brushed fingers across her lightly blushing cheek. She closed her eyes and smiled, leaning her head into his hand fondly.
"You really are beautiful," Thomas said in a soft voice.
Amy didn't respond. Her eyes were still closed as she felt his finger against her cheek, and she didn't even see as he moved in and pressed his lips against hers. She opened her eyes wide in shock and pulled her head back just a bit.
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
"I'm just giving my little girl a kiss," Thomas said innocently. "Is there anything wrong with that?"
"I guess not," Amy said with a twinkle in her eye.
She made no motion to pull away when Thomas moved his lips back in again. She tasted so innocent and fresh, and when her mouth opened and their tongues intertwined, he felt a shiver run down his spine even as he grew hard inside his trousers.
"Not exactly a fatherly kiss," Amy said between heavy breaths when he finally pulled away. "Where is mom, anyway?"
When Jocelyn Riske isn't slaving over a keyboard writing, she's usually out riding her motorcycle, rock climbing, or playing the violin. She loves to both laugh and cry, but when the story is over, all she really wants is a happy ending.