Thread: Secrets

Anyone home? Casey glanced around the house for a moment and headed into the kitchen. It was friday afternoon and neither her father or brother seemed to be around. Being a senior in high school, the 18 year old was rather bored. It had never been her decision to move out into the country, but her brother didn't protest so here they were. Yawning she grabbed an apple from the fridge and made her way into the living room. She muched on it, murmuring in approval as she took a seat at her father's desk. He was a writer and spent a lot of time here, so Casey was surprised to find he wasn't home. Hmm, whatcha been writing dad... she mused aloud to herself as she sat the apple down on his desk and adjusted her orange and yellow sundress. It was loose, but whenever she sat down, it tightened a bit which strained against her lithe but somewhat curved frame. The dress was good for school because it hid her small round behind and breasts nicely. She didn't get hassled by boys over her overtly sexual style like some girls. Casey kept it simple and tame, just like she liked it. Flipping threw a few of her father's journals, she came across one she didn't recognize. He didn't mind her looking at his books, but this one was hidden deep inside his desk. She'd never seen it before. Opening it up, her green eyes began to scan it's pages. April 7th, 2011. It happened again. I just...couldn't help myself. Christian was out of the house and Casey went down to the pond to cool off. I watched her from the window. God...she looks so much like her mother I can't stand it. The divorce was messy, but i still love her just as much as I always have. Casey is...becoming a woman and while most girls drift away from their parents, we're still just as close. I don't think she likes it here...but in time I hope she will. Still, she was just as pleasant today as always. We joked and laughed for about an hour and a half. I feel like she's not just my daughter, but my friend. I love her so much I can't describe the feelings in words...but...this has to stop. Hearing a noise, Casey glanced around, but ignored it. She kept reading, her curiosity growing the best of her. May 12th, 2011. Christian is distancing himself from the house quite often lately. I think he may have found a girlfriend and he often teases me about moving on from mom. I still love her but I know it's time to move on. I think I have. I'm in love and yet...I can never pursue it. It happened twice today and I'm not sure if i can hide it anymore. She almost walked in on me this afternoon, but i manage to use yardwork as a cover up. If she ever found out...I might lose her forever. How I ache to tell her...to touch her...to love her the way a woman should be loved... Casey's cheeks flushed red as she continued reading, the entry becoming increasingly sexual as she went. Sweat would coat our naked bodies as my strong hand buried themselves in her strawberry colored hair. I whisper sweet nothings in her ear...promise everything would be ok as I slowly push my engorged head past her folds and into her snug warm womanhood. I can practically feel how tight her walls are against my pulsing manhood. A groan escapes my lipsand I kiss her deeply, lovingly as my hips begin to rock, thrusting in and out, pushing deeper into her with each twitch of my hips. Just the thought alone makes my loins swell in anxiousness. I'd make love to her...and show her how much I love her...she's not just my daughter...she's my beloved...my one and only Hearing a noise in the kitchen, Casey shut the journal quickly and shoved it back in the drawer. Her face was still flushed but she grabbed her apple and stood up shakily. It was her fathershe knew the sound of his step and she peeked around the corner into the kitchen. H-hey dad. Whereve you been? Her mind was reeling in thought. There were too many things rushing through her mind, but she tried her best to appear calm.