Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

Desiree had laughed at her step-fathers suggestion of watching movies all night, followed by the mornings cartoons. It seemed like a nice prospective, despite the fact that she doubted she would manage to stay up much longer. The wine always made her realize just how tired she was. That night, she was completely worn out. First there was the long day of school, then there was the heat and finally came the incident that ruined the entire night. It was most likely for that reason that by the time her fathers lips touched his she was almost asleep on his shoulder, looking like the tamest, most innocent creature on the planet, except maybe the exceptionally cute kittens. Even then, they had quite a competition. His heart beat was calming her down although she noticed that it was somewhat accelerated, she simply assumed it was the wine. Whenever something was out of the ordinary, she instantly blamed alcohol. It was a way to defend herself against reality which was something she excelled at. Every once in a while, the girl would pull out her mother and fathers picture, studying it for clues. Her mother was pretty, her father handsome. Their genes must have been very damn compatible to create a child looking like her though. There was a comforting plainness to their traits they looked the way a mother and a father would in the old American movies. The father wise with salt and pepper hair, the mother looking as though she belonged in the kitchen. Of course there were also their eyes. They betrayed the calm faade, showing off a calculative, opportunistic nature. It wasnt bad though, it was as though they were looking for a hidden challenge in everything, at least she so imagined. At times, she couldnt help but wonder how things would have been like if they had been alive. In a way, it made her afraid since all she had of them were fantasies while Micah had always been present, stern yet comforting. In her mind, he was the perfect father, one she could trust and rely on no matter what, even though they werent related by blood. She thought that she knew him very well, could predict his reactions and was aware of his likes and dislikes for the most part. At other times, of course, she couldnt help but wonder how he felt about her. Certainly, he seemed to care and love her that went without question. However her presence in his life had so many complications. There was the business partner he punched during a party because the latter slid his hand under her dress, there were all the expenses and worries, and most of all there was the absence of a family. Although Desiree thought that it was his choice there were many women swooning from his mere presence, that much she could tell, she still felt guilty from time to time. He probably lacked time and energy to start a new family with her in the way. Although occasionally beguiling, her life with Micah was mainly based on trust and love, something he had even if he was to forbid her from going out or dating completely. Mainly because she would find a way anyways, of course. Little did the girl realize though that her affection toward him would take a new turn and everything she lived in shattered in a matter of moments. It was because of her half-asleep state and the blind trust toward him that Desiree didnt realize whose lips were caressing hers. After having spent the night sharing kisses with James, she was for some reason convinced that the mouth covering her own was Jamess. He tasted different, and felt a little off, yet she simply assumed that she was in a dream. The kiss was rather dreamy. His lips suddenly gained an incredible amount of skill and sensuality as well as oddly strong desire, almost as though he had been hiding it from her for years, not mere months. Although she didnt respond to the kiss, she enjoyed it. Her lower body began to throb, familiar warmth spreading along it. She was still aroused from the built up tension earlier that night, yet the kiss did add moisture between her legs. Already she was ready to be taken without a hassle. However, James attitude grew odd and she blinked, realizing that she wasnt sleeping. Her fathers arm around her grew tighter while his large hand kneaded her toned thigh. His sudden moan, all of it brought her back to reality. As much as affection was welcome, this confused her beyond belief and she couldnt help but watch him, her eyes growing wide. What in the world was the old man thinking? This type of thing never happened, it wasnt what a father and his daughter did, this was so differentShe felt a shudder run down her spine at the sudden realization. She could almost hear the glass shatter in her head as she realized that her father perhaps wasnt as sweet and loving as she thought. Or perhaps he was, only a little too much, crossing the line by far. For a minute or so she just sat there, immobile. Her body burnt from his touch yet alarms went off in her mind as she tried to figure out what was happening. There was no way he would force himself upon her, she reminded herself. Was there? No, she refused to believe such an awful thing. She would surely wake up soon and realize that it was all just an oddly sexy dream, yet one that would be far from appealing was it to ever come true. Suddenly, she felt his rock hard cock underneath her thigh and her body tensed. This wasnt supposed to be the result of fatherly affectionBut heavens he was huge, she thought despite herself. The bulge in his pants would surely be enough to fill her up completely, even more than that...Heck, she doubted her tight, virgin womanhood would ever manage to accommodate all of him. Why she was even thinking of it as a frightening inevitability was beyond her. The man never lifted a hand at her, he would stop once she asked him to. It was just the alcohol playing tricks on his mind. Hes been alone without a woman for a while, and if she could hardly resist jumping at James, she could hardly imagine how he felt. Yes, it was surely that, she decided, her hands sliding down to her fathers chest. She pulled away from the kiss, her expression almost terrified. Dad? She whispered, fright and confusion obvious in her trembling voice. Her hands on his chest pushed him away slightly, yet it didnt seem to work much considering how tight his grip on him became. Dad, youre being weird. Let me go, I should go sleep now, Im really tired, she murmured, suddenly looking like a trapped tiger ready to fright yet at the same time absolutely lost and scared.