Kapitel 1147: LOST AND FOUND
It's not every day you find your long lost daughter standing in front of your doorstep. When Evelyn appeared at first I was confused because I didn't recognize her. The last time I'd seen her, she was just a newborn baby, and I was too busy nursing the bullet wound in my gut my lovely wife, Lilith, had given me. Lilith was a cruel bitch, always had been, and a part of me wondered what I'd ever seen in her. I suppose some men like the bad girls...
And Lilith was as bad as they came.
Her thing was cutting. She was a knife nut. And over the course of our so-called marriage she'd felt the need to express herself with a knife. Mostly to win an argument. She even took to cutting me a few times in the bedroom. She was that sort of weird, and I kinda liked it at first. Now I had the scars to remember her by. But it was all just a peek at the sinister side she barely contained under that prefab smile she'd perfected over the years.
In either case. Lilith decided to kill me, take the kid, and start a new life. And she succeeded in two of these three goals. After my gut was stitched up well enough I took to trying to find her and Evelyn, and found the trail ended at an empty grave in Belton, Texas. Once I ran out of money to fund my one-man crusade I fell into a depression and ended up taking a job as a bouncer in a titty bar in a no-name town just outside of Las Vegas. I developed a drinking problem, solved it with more drinking, and then added drugs to the solution until I finally just got sick of feeling sorry for myself and cleaned up my act.
Now I run the titty bar. Take care of the place and the girls. It's not much, but it's better than I deserved.
Then, one night as I was watching some TV before heading to bed, she knocked on my front door. My angel, who I never thought I'd see again. She looked a bit like her mother in the face, but she'd gotten my dark mane of hair. She had it long, and it spilled out of the hoodie she had on. She was dressed in normal looking clothes for the most part, a red and black hoodie-though it was so hot that night it was a wonder she wasn't sweating every last drop of water she'd had in her--and a pair of jeans. Though, like I said before, I didn't realize who she was at first.
"You lost?" I asked her.
"Are you Rick Lope?" She said, her voice trembling.
I frowned. "Who's asking?"
She stammered and bit her lip. Nervousness practically radiated from her as she fought back powerful emotions. "Your... your daughter..."
I froze. It was then I realized where I'd recognized her face. And I damn near fainted. "Evy?" I said, my voice cracked.
She started to cry.
And damn it so did I.
It was automatic. I pulled my baby girl into my arms and just held her tight. She was a little shocked by this, but I didn't care. After I had given up all hope of finding her, she ended up finding me. And I was just thankful to God, or whomever, that they'd delivered her to me at last. I could feel her shaking in my arms, her tears soaked my T-shirt, and after a while she finally found the courage to return the hug I was giving her.
"Oh my sweet angel!" I said through blubbery tears. "How in the blue blazes did you find me?"
"Friend of a friend of Lilith's... my mom's..." She said, stammering over her mother's name. "Told me you spent years looking for me. I just followed the breadcrumbs."
"And now you're here." I kissed her forehead. I was so damn proud of her. Smart like her old man, smarter even. Then a bolt of panic hit me. "Your mother!"
Evy finally pulled away, she looked down at my feet and shrank. "She's dead... She finally found someone who was better with a blade than her."
"Good riddance." I said without the slightest hesitation. The bitch was dead, and my angel was back with me. Life had finally decided to turn around. I invited my daughter into my home proper and quickly dashed into the kitchen to make her something to eat. I admit I was like a kid at Christmas. All the years I'd spent imagining this day, the day I had her back, and the reality simply blew it out of the water.
"What do you want to eat? I got some... shit..." I looked through the pantry, I had Raisin Bran, peanut butter, and some packets of taco seasoning. I had been living on fast food more than I'd like to admit. Worse yet I was out of milk so the cereal was a no-go. "Peanut butter..." I shrugged. I poked my head out through the little serving window that saw into the living room and shot her a guilty look. "I'm sorry darlin'. I'll run to the store in the morning. Get you anything you need. Anything."
Evy had taken a seat on my favorite recliner and just looked at me, I could tell she didn't care what I had to give her. She was just happy to be here. "Peanut butter sounds great... Dad..."
Oh shit there went the water works again.
I grabbed some spoons and went to the couch next to my recliner and handed her one. "You like crunchy, I hope?"
She chuckled, we were both so overjoyed it was ridiculous. "I love it."
So we ate the peanut butter in silence. Looking at one another. Happy that we'd found one another finally after all these years. In my lifetime I've eaten at some pretty bitchin' places. Had some of the finest foods that a guy could ask for.
But that peanut butter... that was the best meal of my life...
Eventually I had to grab something for us to wash it down. I had some sodas in the fridge that did the trick. After another long silence I finally felt the need to start asking her questions. There were a million of them, but there was one above them all that I felt I needed to know. The answer I hadn't been able to find on my own.
"So where the heck were you all this time?" I asked as I sipped my soda.
Evy had to swallow another spoonful of peanut butter before answering. "Nebraska. Lilith... Mom... she..." Her eyes seemed to stare off into the distance for a moment. "...She told me you had died around the time I was born. She moved there to start fresh. Or as fresh as a woman like her could."
"No shock that she'd think I was dead. She shot me the day she stole you from me." I told her.
"I know. After she died I decided to try and track you down, or rather find your grave." She sighed. Then she smiled. "I met a man in New Mexico, Trip Packard..."
I knew Trip. He was one of Lilith's booty calls, and a pretty decent card player. I had done a few jobs with him back in the day when I was married to Lilith. He'd stuck by me when she skipped town with Evy. A decent guy if there ever was one. If I ever saw him again, I'd fucking kiss him. "I know him."
"Yeah, he was the one who told me you were alive. And where to find you." She smiled again, god it was the sweetest smile.
"And you didn't call me?" I said.
She shrugged. "I guess I was afraid to. I didn't know how you'd react to seeing me. Trip told me how you had tried to find me but when the trail ran cold you gave up..."
That hurt me more than the gunshot ever did. "I didn't want to... I just... I didn't know where to go after that... I kept looking as long as I could. Poured every last cent I had into finding you." Now I looked down at the floor. "I'm so sorry, Evy... I'm sorry I wasn't able to find you..."
She went to me, and lifted my head so she could look into my eyes as they filled with tears again. She had her mother's eyes, but they were full of love and light, very much unlike Lilith's. She smiled at me and said: "I found you, in the end."
Damn this was a night full of tears.
"That you did baby girl." I hugged her. She was quick to embrace me this time. "And I promise you, I'm never letting go."
My place is a little too big for me to be honest. I had three bedrooms. I used one for storage and the other as an office, and the third one was my bedroom. But I didn't have the heart to put my angel on the couch. I slept better in my recliner as it was, so I got my bed ready for her. Made sure the sheets were clean and such. I wasn't a neat freak but I did keep a clean house for the most part.
Evy seemed to be perfectly fine with the situation. She'd slipped out of her hoody, and I was shocked to find she had been wearing a long sleeved shirt underneath it. I let her change in the bedroom, let her have her privacy, but when she came out she was wearing a pair of yoga pants along with the same shirt. The girl seemed to prefer being covered up. I didn't know how she was wearing all that in this heat. I was in a t-shirt and shorts and I was sweating.
Evy was very much like her mother though, I could tell. At least in the looks department. Thankfully she was an angel in other regards where Lilith had been pure evil. Though her hair was basically black like mine she'd gotten all of her mother's best features. Long legs, a slender waist, and she'd gotten her mother's perfect ass as well, which the yoga pants weren't hiding at all. The only thing that was different was her bust size. She was smaller than her mother. Lilith had been a solid D cup whereas Evy had B cups from what I could tell. It didn't matter though, I was an ass man. And Evy had that perfect ass.
Then I paused... The fuck did I just think? What the fuck, Rick? Did you just ogle your own daughter?
My logical brain shook this off as a brief moment of confusion. I wasn't used to having a pretty young lady in my home, and Evy was definitely pretty. And I still wasn't in full-on "dad mode." Maybe it would take some time to get used to her being here? I shook the thoughts away and smiled at her.
"You need me I'll be in the recliner." I told her.
She smiled and hugged me again, this time she kissed my cheek. "Thank you... Dad..."
I loved being called that. "You're welcome, angel."
Evy laughed again. A nervous laugh but happy nonetheless. "I guess this is... goodnight then..." She shrugged, I could sense she still felt a little uncomfortable being in a new place, being with her dad for the first time.
"We'll go shopping in the morning." I told her. "Drive into Vegas and get you all the things you need." My hand went to her face and I cupped her cheek. "You're home now, angel."
Some tears came out of both of us again, but not as much as before. Then she started to play with the bottom of her shirt, looking nervous, and I could tell she had something she wanted to say.
"What's wrong, baby girl?" I asked her.
"Would it be weird if you slept with me? In the same bed?" She fidgeted as she asked.
I was a bit confused by her request. "You wanna sleep with me?" It was an innocent question, without any sexual connotation. Yet admittedly it sounded worse after I said it.
She started to stammer. "Well I just... I'm not really sure about this. I just don't feel comfortable sleeping alone... Lilith... I mean Mom... she..."
I could immediately tell something had gone down between Evy and her mother. Something bad. I didn't press her for answers though, I could tell she was exhausted. So I nodded. "Hey, you wanna sleep with your old man, I have no problems with that. I'll keep the bad dreams away."
She smiled. "Thank you."
We retreated to my bedroom and I went and got myself situated on my side of the bed. Evy got in next to me and I couldn't help but smile like a big dumb idiot. My little girl was here, I was the happiest man in the world right now. She couldn't help but smile in return.
"We've got a busy day tomorrow," I told her. "Let's get some shut-eye, eh?"
Evy nodded, and then she started moving close to me until she was snuggled up next to me. Wedging herself into the crook of my arm and resting her head on my shoulder. I was a bit surprised by this. She sensed my slight discomfort.
"Is this okay?" She asked me, looking up into my eyes. "I can move to the other side if..."
I cut her off. "Whatever makes you comfortable, baby girl." The look she gave me when she heard me say that was damn near heartbreaking. The thankfulness in her eyes, the joy, it was all plain to see. She snuggled up closer and fought back another crying episode.
"I'm so happy right now..." She said as she closed her eyes. The exhaustion of her long journey to me had finally caught up with her. "I love you, Dad."
I kissed her head. "I love you too, Evy."
Sleep didn't come to me as easily, sadly. She was a powerful heater and I was already hot as it was. So I just lay in bed while sweating under the thick blankets. How my girl was so comfortable in all this heat was a mystery to me. Most of the time I just stared at her sleeping form, a part of me still couldn't believe this was reality. I could smell her hair, it had a faint hint of strawberries to it. Her right arm was draped over my chest, and at some point her right leg came over my own.
I became acutely aware of her body pressed against mine as she slept and again my mind went to a dirty place for a brief second. I hated myself for thinking about the fact that I had a cute young woman wrapped around me, and the fact that I was getting a little hard from it all didn't much help.
This is your daughter, man! Get a grip! I thought to myself.
And then she started dreaming. Whimpering in her sleep and moving around. Then she started to grind her pelvis into my leg and moaned. That definitely set off alarm bells. I wanted to pull away but I was also worried about waking her up. A part of me didn't want this perfect reunion to get messed up over a stupid dream. So I kept silent as she continued to dream.
"Dad..." She whimpered in her sleep. "Where are you?"
"I'm here, baby girl." I whispered. I lightly stroked her hair. "Dad's right here."
"...scared..." She continued to say between mumbles. "Mom... she hurt me..."
That got me angrier than anything in the whole world. "Your mom's gone, baby girl. I've got you. No one will hurt you ever again."
"It hurts... It hurts..."
"Shhh..." I continued stroking her hair. "I got you, baby girl. I got you."
"Where are you, Dad?"
This was breaking my heart. I was getting a glimpse into my baby girl's mind, the pain and confusion she had gone through with Lilith and her torment. She had spent her whole life wondering where I was. And I failed to find her in time...
I would never forgive myself for that.
"Dad?" She kept whimpering over and over. "Dad? Dad? Dad?!?" She woke herself up, her head lifted from my shoulder and she was breathing hard. Her eyes found mine and visible relief washed over her face, and a bit of guilt. "Sorry..." She whispered, closing her eyes as she returned her head to my shoulder.
"It's okay, baby." I stroked her hair some more, this seemed to relax her. "It was just a nightmare."
She didn't say anything else, and she didn't really go back to sleep for the longest time. So we just laid there in silence. I continued to stroke her hair and she just clung to me like her life depended on it. Soon the exhaustion proved to be too great for both of us and we fell asleep at last.
In the morning I popped over to the nearby McDonalds to get some breakfast. When I got back Evy had woken up and was looking at some of the photos on the wall in the living room. Most of them were of me and the girls from the bar and some buddies from the old days. Nothing really spectacular, yet she was entranced.
"Are these your friends?" She asked me.
"Some are." I told her. "Some are my girls... I..." I felt a little embarrassed to tell her about my job. "I run a titty bar." I said a bit too bluntly.
"A strip club?" She smiled. "That's cool."
I didn't expect that reaction. "I guess it is, yeah." I shrugged and put the food on the kitchen table. "Come on, get it while it's hot."
We sat and ate our breakfast. I could tell she'd been starving since she was wolfing down the hash browns like there was no tomorrow. I smiled at her. "Today we'll go get you a bed and everything you need. I'll clear out the back room for you so you can have a proper bed and you don't have to sleep with your smelly dad." I joked.
She shrugged. "I didn't mind it... I liked it, actually..."
I chuffed. "Your old man's a smelly old fart. We'll get you a nice, good smelling bed today. Get you sorted." I frowned. "You going to school? Shit I don't even know that..."
She laughed. "It's okay. No, I'm not going to school. I graduated high school a year ago. Lilith... Mom..." her voice trailed off again. "...well she didn't think I was smart enough for college..."
"Your mother was a cruel, callous, bitch." I said firmly. "You were smart enough to find me. You're plenty smart, angel. If college is where you want to be..." I paused. I wasn't sure what the hell I was gonna do, I couldn't afford to send her to college. "We'll figure it out. Right now though... It's time for some shopping. Girls still like shopping right?"
She smiled. "We do!"
So that's what we did. After Evy put on that darned hoodie once again we hopped into my truck and drove off to get my baby girl everything she needed. Toothbrush, hair brushes, new shoes, a bed, bedsheets, blankets, pillows, and god knows what else. I probably spent far too much in a single day, but I didn't care. I was gonna spoil my angel rotten!
We even went and got her clothes. But that's where I noticed something odd. I'd suggest cute dresses, frilly ones that I figured would look good on her, but she insisted on more long sleeved shirts, long pants, and a jacket even. She refused to try on any of the dresses I suggested. At the time I just figured girls her age just didn't go for that sort of thing. I waited out near the dressing rooms as she tried on some clothes she picked out. Eventually I realized I could hear her crying in the changing room.
"Evy? You okay?" I asked, concerned.
It took her a moment but she finally came out in her new outfit. She'd gone with a blue flannel shirt and a new pair of jeans. She looked pretty in anything, but she looked absolutely beautiful in the new outfit. However, I could see she had something on her mind as she came out of the stall.
"I'm okay... Just... this is all so overwhelming. You've... you've been so nice to me..." She started to tear up again.
"You're my sweet baby girl." I told her. "You're gonna get as best as I can give you. I know it may not be much, I'm not a Rockefeller... but I will take care of you."
She started crying and rushed to hug me. "Dad... Dad... Thank you..."
Some people in the store were looking at us funny. I didn't give a shit. I was still on cloud nine. Once she'd gotten the tears out she tried on some similar outfits, but this time she seemed to be in better spirits. We bought a few more outfits, then finished up by grabbing groceries on the way home.
I cooked up some spaghetti, I wasn't much of a cook myself but the easy stuff I could do okay. And we ate and talked some more. Soon, the conversation went to Lilith again. I honestly didn't care about what the bitch had been up to since she'd stolen my angel, but Evy seemed to have a lot on her mind regarding her.
"What was she like? Before everything happened between you two, I mean." She asked.
"A psycho, really." I answered honestly. "She was a sadist of the worst sort. And she liked her knives..."
Evy nodded knowingly. "She did at that..."
"That was her go-to answer for anything." I said. "That or a .38..."
Evy sighed. "She... she was the worst... I hated her..." She looked at me again, pain in her eyes. "I wish things had been different... that you had been there instead of her. You're... you're so sweet and wonderful... And nice... And you love me... She never loved me..."
That didn't surprise me. I honestly believed that Lilith didn't have the capability to love. This just proved it. And I was even more glad that the witch was burning in hell right now. "I do love you, angel. I always have. I always will.""I love you too, Dad." She smiled. Yet the pain in her eyes was still there. I knew there was gonna be a lot of work ahead for both of us, but she was worth it.
After eating, we spent the rest of the evening watching TV. Evy snuggled up next to me and again, I found myself getting impure thoughts. This was difficult, despite my logical brain telling me this was my daughter, there was a side of me that saw nothing but a pretty girl who was totally pressing herself against me every chance she got. I soon came to realize that Evy had been starved for affection by Lilith, and she was reveling in the affection I showed her. So I let her do things to me I wouldn't even let some girls do, but now I was beginning to wonder if that was a mistake.
We eventually ended up spooning on the couch, somehow. She was nestled into me and I had my arms wrapped around her. Though, at some point, she adjusted herself and slid down somewhat so my arms were now touching the bottoms of her breasts. I tried not thinking about it, tried to just enjoy the movie and her company, but she kept wriggling around. The movement and warmth caused my traitorous cock to stir and in a moment of panic I got up.
"Gotta use the John." I lied. Though I figured going into the bathroom to get my head back on straight was a good idea. I looked at myself in the mirror and glared at the man looking back at me. "The fuck is wrong with you? That's your angel out there you're gettin' all hot and bothered about! Cool your jets, dammit!"
Oh but I couldn't get the feeling of her out of my mind. She was so soft and warm, and so much like Lilith in all the best ways. That firm butt of hers had been in my lap for over an hour and, yes, I couldn't help but enjoy it. I felt sick, I wanted to shoot myself for being the sick bastard that I was. I decided to splash some cold water on my face, get back some control, and made a promise to myself to not let this go any further. My daughter needed a good man, not some sick pervert. I was gonna be that man for her. She deserved that much after the hell Lilith put her through.
"Dad?" Evy's voice jolted me with surprise. "You okay?"
I must've been in the bathroom longer than I thought. "Yeah, baby girl. I'm good. Just a long bout of business is all."
"Oh... okay..." I heard her walk back down the hall and I sighed.
"Get a grip, Rick!" I said. "Don't blow this! Don't lose her again!"
I nodded and went back to the living room. Evy was waiting for me, waiting to get back to snuggling with me. I decided to take a seat on the far end of the couch away from her. She frowned for a second, sad that she wasn't getting more of that affection she craved, but I had to avoid temptation. I realized now that she was mighty tempting, and a part of me was worried that I couldn't resist forever if I wasn't careful.
I wasn't gonna ruin this. I wasn't gonna lose my baby girl again.
I decided to ease the sting she no doubt felt with a lie. "Sorry, I'm hot. I need to get a better A/C unit in this place... I can't believe you're not dying in that sweater of yours." I said. Yet I was well aware that she was sweating profusely. Her hair clung to the back of her neck and the sides of her head from all the sweat. Yet she refused to wear cooler clothing.
"Maybe that's a good idea." Evy said, she pulled her legs into her chest and hugged them and went back to watching TV. I frowned. She was hiding something, but I wasn't gonna press her about it. She had a right to her secrets, and I wasn't going to ruin this. If she felt comfortable telling me one day, that would be all well and good. I would wait.
Soon night descended upon us, and I had to head to work in the morning. I went to my bedroom and fell asleep almost instantly. However, later in the evening I felt Evy crawl into bed with me. I sat up and could see that she had her back turned to me. I frowned. "You okay, baby girl?"
"Couldn't sleep." She said. "I'm sorry."
"Hey, no need to be sorry. I know this is rough for you." I laid back down and sighed. "Whatever you need that'll help. I'm happy to give it."
She started crying.
"Hey, what's with the waterworks?" I said in a sweet tone as I rolled over to get closer to her.
"I just... I've never felt so loved... You barely know me and yet you've done more for me than Lilith... my mother... or anyone has ever done. I just don't know how to thank you." She still wouldn't turn over.
"I'm your dad, Evy." I said. "There was never any question about loving you. About taking care of you. It's my job, and one I'm gonna do my best to make up for not finding you sooner."
This made her turn over finally. "You don't have to do that."
"I do." I said firmly, taking her into my arms and holding her. "I should've done more. Should've tried harder to find you. To get you out of her clutches..."
"Please don't feel bad about that. You tried. I know you did. Please don't blame yourself. You don't need to do all of this for forgiveness. There's nothing to forgive." She wrapped her arms around me. "I'm just glad I have you now."
"Oh, Evy." I just held her close. I didn't want to let her go.
"Can we please stay like this?" She said almost in a whisper. "Don't let me go."
"I won't, angel. I won't." I squeezed her tighter. She seemed to relax. Soon she was fast asleep in my arms. I followed soon thereafter.
In the morning I found myself facing a problem. I had to go to work, manage my bar, but Evy didn't want to be left alone in the house. She wanted to come to work with me. I was a bit unsure of this. My daughter hanging out in a strip club, her old man's strip club no less, was an idea I wasn't keen on exploring. However, I also understood she wasn't keen on being left alone. All it took was that sad, puppy dog, look and I was putty in her hands. We got into my truck and drove to the club.
Soon the girls were arriving and they were all interested in the new girl I'd brought with me. Especially when I told them she was my long lost daughter. Most of the girls knew my story, you work with girls long enough they tend to work the secrets out of you. They began to coo and giggle at my Evy, telling her how pretty she was and how great it was that she found me. The girls were alright, they liked me well enough on account I treated them very well. I wasn't one for mishandling my staff, and not once had I ever slept with any of them. Though many had tried.
Despite the fact I had a bit of a gut, most girls seemed to still think I was handsome enough. The rugged cowboy look never lost its charm it seemed. I had my hair still, thick and black and cut medium length. I stood at 6' 1'' when not in my boots. Many ladies said I looked like some actor, Josh Brolin I think it was. So many of my girls had offered me a night in their bed. I, however, always considered myself a gentleman and a professional and politely declined. Which I think only made them want me more.
To be honest, I was always leery of getting with another woman after Lilith. One girl shoots you, you tend to worry about history repeating itself. I know it's a bit crazy, but things like the woman you love shooting you tends to stick with you.
Evy seemed to like the girls. She was mostly answering their questions. Who she was, where she was from, whether or not I was being a good dad.
"He's been great. Just... absolutely wonderful. I am so happy I found him." She said, her eyes already tearing up. The girls were bawling pretty quickly at this too.
"You're so lucky, Rick!" Lysette, one of my more popular girls, told me. "She's an angel!"
"You don't have to tell me that." I said with a smile.
Soon it was time to get to work. Evy insisted on helping around the place. I was hesitant, especially when my regulars started showing up, but even they seemed to be overjoyed at meeting my long lost daughter. Congratulating me and treating her nice as she went about serving drinks to them like a waitress, but since she was only eighteen I couldn't let her handle drinks. She insisted on helping still, so I let her clean whatever needed cleaning.
I didn't want to put my baby girl to work, but she was determined to help out regardless. Honestly, it was a fun night. The guests, despite being absolute pigs, were smart enough to not ogle her or do anything untoward to her. You don't fuck with the daughter of the owner of the bar, especially when he used to be the bouncer. For once I was glad I had the reputation of being the toughest guy in the bar. And Evy was definitely enjoying herself.
The night went by smoothly, and soon Evy and I closed up and went home. Again, Evy was soon crawling into bed with me. I was worried she didn't like her bed, but she told me she just didn't want to sleep alone. She wanted to be near me, to feel safe. I couldn't fault her that need. So I let her.
However, she was still dressed in a sleeved shirt and yoga pants. Covering herself up despite the heat. I decided to get an old fan from storage and have it cool the bedroom down a bit so we both were more comfortable. Though now I was beginning to get curious. Just what the hell she was hiding from me? Still, I felt it was better to just let her be for the moment. The fact she wouldn't show me what she was hiding meant she didn't trust me, at least that was my guess. I needed to earn that trust, and I was going to earn it even if it killed me.
Luckily, that didn't need to happen. Over the next couple weeks life just went on, with my daughter living with me slowly becoming the new normal. We'd go to work, she'd help keep the bar clean and converse with the girls-even making a couple friends out of them which was nice to see-and the rest of the evening after work we spent just being together. On weekends I'd take her places, go shopping, and try to make our days together the best she'd ever had.
Yet on numerous occasions, I felt I was taking a girlfriend out on dates rather than my daughter on father/daughter trips. She'd cling to me, hook her arm in mine or hold my hand as we went places. Some people gave us odd looks. Since it looked like I was some cradle-robber and she some girl with daddy issues. Though maybe it was sorta true in her case. It didn't help that I was still looking at her, marveling at her beauty and wanting to do more to her than a father should.
And she still insisted on sleeping with me in my bed. She'd cuddle with me, insisting I hold her close. The nights became more intimate, and I felt myself growing worried. I had started to jerk off more often, just to get the thoughts out of my head and keep myself calm. Yet when I did this, my mind went to Evy.
"I'm so fucked up." I would tell myself after cumming in the shower after imagining Evy letting me do the most lurid things to her. Fondling those perky little breasts of hers, grinding my dick into that perfect ass, tasting her lips on mine...
"Yes, Dad!" I would imagine her begging. Her voice crystal clear in my head. "I want it so bad! I want you! I love you!" I didn't know why I was feeling this way towards her. At first I blamed the similarities she had to Lilith. I had always thought Lilith was gorgeous, after all, yet the very thought of Lilith turned my stomach. No, it wasn't that. This was something else. Something I couldn't figure out...
Still, I was determined to not let this ruin what I had with Evy. I was going to keep this under control. Fantasy was fantasy, after all. So long as I didn't cross the line, I was convinced I could keep things from falling apart. I'd do anything for Evy. So I was determined to keep my insane, incestuous lust for her under a tight lid.
It had been about two months since Evy arrived at my doorstep that she finally started to trust me more. At least, she seemed to be more at ease. She started sleeping in her own bed more often, though on occasion she would come sleep with me when she had nightmares. Later I learned the nightmares were of her time with Lilith when she came to me one night and I finally had the courage to ask her about them.
"She was horrible." Evy said, she was trembling in my arms as she recalled those dark times. "She'd hit me, call me names. She'd refuse to feed me sometimes if I did something that made her angry. And then there were the times she brought boyfriends over... They'd hurt me too."
My blood froze. "Did they...?" I wasn't even sure how you asked a girl something like that, but I needed to know.
Evy knew what I was asking and shook her head. "No... Lilith never let it get that far. She said I wasn't worth a lay..."
I was relieved. At least Lilith had some sense... in a twisted sort of way. "I'm so sorry, baby girl."
She smiled and leaned in closer to me. "It's in the past, I just wish I could forget it all..."
It killed me to hear these stories. Killed me to know that, while I was feeling sorry for myself and nearly drinking myself to death, my angel was suffering at the hands of her mother. I prayed to God that the bitch was burning in the hottest pit in Hell for what she did to my angel. Prayed that from this day onward, my baby girl would never have to feel that pain ever again.
"Your mother was always like that, I'm afraid. She'd do things to me on occasion. I could fight back though. For a while it was just how we lived. I was used to it, accepted it even. Because I was stupid and young. All I cared about was being with her, until she shot me." I told her.
"Would she cut you too?" Evy asked.
I nodded and held out my left arm where a particularly nasty scar ran down my wrist. "She gave me this on our honeymoon. I'd been flirting with one of the bridesmaids. She had her butterfly knife in her stocking. Some bride, huh?"
Evy held my arm in her hands and traced the scar with her fingers, looking it over, entranced by it. She looked up at me and her face twisted up with worry. Then she pulled back the sleeve covering her left arm. There was a long scar that wound around her wrist and stopped at her elbow. The very sight of it made my blood boil because I knew Lilith's handiwork when I saw it.
"She did that?" I asked, despite knowing the answer.
Evy nodded. "She gave it to me when I was nine, after I dropped her beer. She still had that butterfly knife..."
I held her tighter. "God, Evy..."
She smiled, which surprised me. "It looks like yours."
Sure enough, it did. "Guess we do have things in common." I said.
"Like father, like daughter." Then she leaned forward and kissed the scar on my arm.
It was an innocent thing, it had to be. Yet her lips felt soft and warm, and in that irrational side of my brain the gesture inspired romantic feelings. I didn't even realize I had taken her arm in my hand and kissed the matching scar she had. She giggled and looked up at me while I tried to make sense of what the fuck I had just done. She didn't seem perturbed, but I was. That was more than a fatherly gesture for sure.
Then she turned and sat up. I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes as a look of hesitation formed on her beautiful face. Before I knew it, she was pulling her shirt off. I panicked and grabbed her hands to stop her. "What're you doing?" I asked.
She looked worried now. Her hands were holding up her shirt, showing off her stomach at this point, and I could see the scars clear as day. "I want you to see." She said. "I've been scared of showing you... But now I want you to see..."
I was caught between a rock and a hard place. My own insecurities about the impure thoughts I had were telling me this was a major step in the wrong direction, but I was also getting her to open up, she was trusting me. I couldn't ruin this. So reluctantly I took my hands off of hers and she pulled her shirt off completely. She was wearing a blue bra, I'd bought it for her actually, and I tried my best to not gawk.
It was the scars she was wanting me to see, after all. Her body was covered in them. Knife wounds, cigarette burns, and other scars I couldn't quite figure out the origin to. It was a tapestry of Lilith's evil. I couldn't help but cry at the sight of it. Evy started to cry too, she wouldn't look at me either. Her face turned away from me as she bared her scars.
"I feel so... ugly..." She finally said. "She made sure I would never be beautiful. She said as much. Told me I'd never be good enough for anyone. That no one would love me."
"You're not ugly, baby girl." I said. "You will never be ugly."
She shook her head. "I'm damaged goods..."
"God, Evy, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'll never forgive myself for not finding you... I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop her doing that to you..." Now I was the one looking away from her in shame. "You should hate me... I failed you, Evy...
She leaned forward and used her hand to turn my face towards her. "I don't hate you, Dad. I never could. You've been the only good thing in my life..."
I opened my eyes and stared into hers. They were so beautiful. So full of genuine love that it was painful to see. Then I sensed how close she was to me. Her face just inches away. Her breath warmed my face. A crushing silence filled the room. And before I knew it, she had put her lips on mine. It was a jolt that had me stunned for the longest time. When she pulled back, she was blinking rapidly in surprise and shock.
"Evy..." I managed to say before she put a finger to my lips.
"Don't." She said. "I know you're going to say that was wrong, but I've wanted to do that for so long..."
This had me doing a mental double-take.
"You've been so good to me, Dad. You're the best thing I've ever had in my life. And I've been trying to find a way to show you how much you mean to me. These feelings I have... they're more than I should have for you. I know it's wrong. I know we shouldn't... But at the same time, I know you've wanted this too."
"Evy..." I tried to speak up but in response she put her whole hand over my mouth.
"I love you Dad!" She said, her expression pained as she looked me in the eyes. "I don't think it's wrong. I know you've been looking at me. I know you've been trying to fight your feelings. Trying not to show your longing for me." She looked down at my crotch with a knowing look. Had it been that obvious? Was I that bad at hiding this? No, Evy was just that smart. I felt stupid now, yet at the same time she wasn't calling me a creep. Wasn't saying I was as bad as Lilith. Even though right now I felt like I was far worse. "I feel the same way. I crave being with you in a way I've never felt for anyone. And you're the only person I trust. The only man I've ever felt this way for..."
She pressed her forehead to mine and continued to stare into my eyes. "Take off your shirt, Dad... Please..."
She took her hand away from my mouth. I stared into her eyes, confusion overwhelmed me. "Evy... I can't..."
"Please..." She closed her eyes. It hurt her when I said that. "Don't. Please... I love you. I want you. I know you love and want me too... It's okay... This is okay... I want this..."
"No..." I whispered. I was fighting the urge to give in. The invitation was there, she'd given it to me willingly, but my desire to be a good father was holding fast. I couldn't do this. I shouldn't want this... yet I did...
She kissed me again, breaking it every few seconds to say: "It's okay... It's okay... I want this... I want you, Dad... It's okay... "
Her lips were warm and soft on mine, her taste intoxicating, and I could feel her running her hands through my hair while she kissed me and begged me to give into her. It was impossible to say no. I'd do anything for her, after all. I'd give her anything she wanted... So I gave her what she wanted.
I kissed her back. Leaning forward slightly to return the passion she'd been showing me. I had given up any pretense. I wanted her. More than I'd wanted anyone, even Lilith. Lilith was no longer in my head. It was all Evy. She started kissing me with more passion, her breathing coming in short gasps between breaks in the kiss that got my heart racing. My hands were tracing the scars on her stomach, feeling the soft skin between them as I moved up to her breasts. She gasped and broke the kiss and looked at me with a bit of hesitation.
I pulled my hands off her, worried that reason had finally won out. "Was that not okay?" I asked.
She let out a small chuckle and grabbed my hands and returned them to her breasts. "No, it was fine. I just... I've never had someone touch me like this... It's all new... I'm a little nervous."
I smiled as I lightly squeezed her breasts. "It's okay. We can go slow..." I was surprised with how unbothered I was with groping my daughter's breasts, and she was obviously not against it either as she closed her eyes and savored the feeling with a small smile.
"It feels nice... but..." She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. I pulled my hands back and let the bra fall away, revealing her small, yet perky, breasts. A scar ran across her right breast, just barely missing her nipple. I traced it with my finger before giving the nipple some attention that made Evy gasp. "Lilith did that when she thought I'd get bigger ones than her... Guess she didn't have to worry about that..." She said sheepishly.
"Yours are better than hers." I said. "Perfect."
She smiled. "I'm still smaller."
"Doesn't mean better." I got brave and leaned forward and took her left nipple in my mouth. She practically squeaked in surprise and delight as I sucked and teased her nipple with my tongue and teeth. Her hands went around my head as she held me there.
"Keep doing that, Dad... Oh... wow..." She seemed lost in the pleasure and her hands began to search my body for ways to return the favor. She began to tug at my shirt as she continued to gasp and squirm under my mouth. "Take it off... I need to see..."
I pulled my mouth off her breast. Making a sucking pop as I did for added effect. Admittedly, I was a little hesitant myself. I wasn't in the best shape, not a total couch potato but age and fast food had taken its toll on me. She didn't seem to care though, she was already pulling my shirt over my shoulders by the time I finally got around to removing it all the way. Now it was my turn to show off my scars.
Evy stared at my chest and began running her fingers along the myriad of scars Lilith had inflicted upon me over the years. Soon Evy's fingers found the bullet wound just to the right of my belly button. She circled it with her finger before looking up at me with a somewhat somber look. Then she went down and kissed the scar. She started kissing all my scars. Running her fingers through my chest hair while lovingly caressing each mark with her lips. It felt good, sometimes it tickled even, and she'd giggle when I'd twitch.
After a while I decided it was time I returned the favor. I gently took her by her arms and moved her. Laying her down on her back as I loomed over her. She was compliant, following my lead while her eyes went wide with anticipation. I began to kiss her scars as she'd done with mine. Sometimes I'd mix it up with some licks that made her gasp and squeak. She made the cutest noises. Soon I was back to teasing her nipples. All the while she was moaning and giggling. It was already enough to get me rock hard, but I wanted her to enjoy this. So I started moving south, slowly working my fingers under the waistband of her yoga pants. She was breathing hard now, and she showed no signs of hesitation as I pulled her pants down to reveal the matching set of panties I'd bought along with the bra.
She was already soaking wet, but I wasn't going to skip the foreplay. I was going to treat my baby girl the way she needed to be treated. I looked up at her as I moved between her legs. "You still okay with this?" I asked.
"Oh, Dad, don't make me wait! Keep going!" She pleaded.
"Anything for my angel." I said as I pulled her panties off. She had shaved most of her pubic hair save for a cute little tuft just above her slit. Lilith never really cared for grooming downstairs, often making me eat hairy beaver while she held a knife to my dick. Why I had stuck with her for so long was a mystery, even to me. Evy, though, had a beautiful pussy and I dove right in. She immediately jumped as I put my entire mouth on her sex. I worked my tongue over her, tasting her deepest places before focusing on her clit.
She moaned and writhed under me. "Oh Dad!!" She groaned as her hands gripped my hair and she started rocking her hips against my face. I kept at her. Letting my lips tease hers as she bucked and twitched. My tongue lashed her clit mercilessly, and she gripped my hair tighter in an attempt to press my face as firmly against her slit as she could manage. She was practically gushing, she was that excited. Her juices coating my face as she continued to fuck my mouth.
"Oh god! Dad! I'm gonna cum!" She began to shout.
"Cum baby." I said before going back at her with renewed ferocity.
I could feel her muscles tense up. Her thighs locked around my head and she let out a stifled moan as her body was rocked by the orgasm I'd brought her. She was shaking, yet her hips kept grinding against my face. I didn't let up on her either, lashing at her clit with my tongue as she continued to cum. Then she let out a louder scream as the wave passed. Her breathing came in short gasps and she finally released my head and collapsed onto the bed. I teased her some more with my tongue before sitting up and grinning at her.
"Enjoy yourself?" I asked.
She looked up at me, she looked blown away by what she'd just experienced. She had said no one had ever been with her, and I realized that maybe this was one of the first orgasms she'd ever had. At least the first one a lover had ever given her. She seemed to snap back to reality and looked up at me with renewed vigor. "Can I see it?" She asked.
I knew what she was wanting, so I wasted no time in getting my pants and boxers off. My prick was already hard and practically aching for what it knew was coming. I won't say I'm some porn star with an anaconda for a cock, but I got a more than decent unit to work with. And it seemed to be impressive enough for Evy who was more than eager to touch it, her eyes wide with wonder. She fumbled for a bit, I could tell this was her first time handling a guy's member. So I took the opportunity to show her how to handle it. She was a fast learner, I think mostly because she was motivated to get to the real fun stuff.
Soon enough, she was jacking me like a pro. And she was already wanting to taste me. She would half-heartedly lick the tip of my dick and carefully put it in her mouth before pulling back. She was nervous, and I wasn't going to pressure her into anything she didn't want to do. However, she was still motivated.
"You can lick it from the base to the tip if you want." I said. "Run your tongue like... ohhh." She didn't seem to need much direction. She even got bold and sucked on my balls before going back to licking my shaft. Then she got really bold and slowly began to slide her mouth down my length, inch by inch, pulling back every now and then out of nerves, but each pump of her mouth brought another inch of my cock into her mouth. It didn't take long for her to take me all the way in. She gagged and pulled back, but after a brief recovery she was back at it. My girl was a natural, it seemed.
The sloppy, wet, slurps and gasps she'd make were really driving me crazy too. She wasn't holding back. She wanted to make me feel as good as I'd made her feel. And I was already building up to my own orgasm, but I didn't want this to end so soon. So I pulled myself out of her mouth before I got too excited and brought her head up so I could looker her in the eyes. She knew what I wanted next, I could tell she wanted it too. We didn't even need to say anything. She just laid on her back and opened her legs for me, inviting me to move between them.
I moved over her, lining myself up with her slit as I gazed deep into her eyes. They were full of love, want, and animalistic desire. I teased her opening with the head of my cock, she shuddered and put her arms around my neck to ready herself.
"Do it." She pleaded. "I need you inside me, Dad. I need to feel it."
My baby girl got what she wanted. I was slow and gentle, it was her first time after all. She winced in pain but she kept urging me to press deeper. I took my time, making sure she got used to me as I eased into her. And soon she was no longer a virgin. I stayed in her, not moving as she got used to my size and the pain subsided. She pulled herself up, trying desperately to kiss me, so I obliged. She started to move her hips under me, wanting me to move with her. I obliged again, thrusting into her slowly at first but it didn't take long for the rhythm to build. She was tight and hot around my length. I continued to be gentle with her until she let me know that my babying her wasn't being appreciated.
"Fuck me, Dad! God, just fuck me!" She pleaded as she rocked her hips against mine. So I obliged. I thrust into her hard, she yelped and her grip around my neck tightened, pulling me closer to her. She began to moan loudly as I began to pump into her. Letting the full force of my lust drive me. I didn't care that I was fucking my daughter anymore. I just needed to fuck her. I needed her in that deep, intimate, way that only a woman could satisfy. The fact she was my angel only seemed to intensify this, the wrongness of what we were doing just adding fuel to the fire.
I was going to fuck my daughter until neither of us could fucking stand. Until I poured every last ounce of my love and desire into her. And she would take it all like the good girl I knew she was.
She responded to my thrusts with her own. Matching my pace while she continued to groan and squeal. She was looking up at me, her face full of passion and joy. And no doubt she could see just how much I had wanted this in my eyes. The desire, the need. I started kissing her neck as I thrust into her as deep as I could, grinding against her, feeling every inch of her walls with my throbbing cock. It was like heaven inside her. Like her pussy had been meant for my cock and my cock alone, and why not? I had made that pussy myself after all.
"More! Fuck me harder Dad! Oh god I fucking love this! Don't stop! Don't stop, Dad!" Evy wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her fingernails into my back. We were going at it hard as it was, but I still had been holding back. Now I was about to show her what her daddy could do. I pulled my cock out almost all the way, then slammed it back into her quivering sex again and again like a piston. The sound of our flesh slapping together seemed almost deafening. Evy was practically screaming as I drove myself in and out of her with all my might.
I was lost in my own desire. My only focus was on fucking Evy and nothing else. But as I felt my orgasm build I had a moment of clarity and panic. "Shit! I'm gonna cum, Evy! I can't hold it!"
"It's okay! I'm safe! Give it to me!" She reassured me. Evidently Lilith had the presence of mind to put our daughter on birth control. It was the one and only thing I'd ever be thankful of Lilith doing. "Cum inside me, Dad!"
Her begging sent me over the edge. With one final thrust I let out ropes of white hot cum into my daughter's eager and hungry pussy. She came again too. Writhing under me as I filled her with my seed. My balls tightened as if they were trying to let out every single ounce they had stored up. Evy milked every last drop from me and held me in place with her legs until I began to soften. Even then she was reluctant to let me go so soon. Admittedly, I wished I could stay inside her forever. Yet soon I was an exhausted heap. I tried to get off her but she pulled me to her and let me rest on her. She didn't seem to mind my full weight on her. She cradled my head in her arms as I laid on her breast. I had never had this sort of post-coital cuddling with Lilith. It was a nice change of pace.
I listened to her heartbeat, it was racing. Her breathing slowly returned to normal. She stroked my hair and continued to hold me to her. Almost immediately I felt sleep trying to claim me. I was spent and like most guys I was on my way to snoresville after getting a good fuck in, yet I fought to stay awake. I wanted to savor this moment with my daughter.
"I love you, Evy." I said meekly.
"I love you too, Dad." She smiled and closed her eyes. We both basked in the glow of our lovemaking. And that was what it was. It was more than lust gone wild, more than perverse desires finally being acknowledged. It was me making love to the woman I loved, and who loved me in equal measure.
We fell asleep tangled up in one another. Soaked and sticky from our own fluids and sweat. In the morning I found the bed messy with all that and more than a little blood. Evy felt embarrassed, but I reassured her it was fine. I'd have to flip the mattress and maybe replace the sheets, but no harm done beyond taking my daughter's virginity.
Oddly enough, I had no guilt about what I'd done and Evy seemed content as well. Even better, she decided to wear a short sleeved shirt after we took a shower together. She seemed far more relaxed and content than I'd ever seen her. We ate breakfast in silence, but we both shared knowing smiles at one another. We were both happy, and not at all regretful about what we'd done.
In fact, Evy was already eager for round two. Though we had to head into work. I assured her that afterward she could go to town on me. I knew I didn't have to tell her not to share what we'd done to anyone. My angel was smart, and we both were determined not to let anything pull us apart ever again. So when we went to work and mingled with the girls and the guests, no one was wise to what we'd done, or what we intended to do later that night.
We had been quiet all night, right up to the point when we got home and the front door closed behind us. Then Evy turned and immediately mauled me. Kissing me and fondling me viciously. It took me by surprise, this sorta reminded me of Lilith, yet it was still coming from a loving place. I could tell because she'd yet to draw blood. I kissed her back, my hands immediately slid down to her butt and I lifted her up off her feet. She yelped in surprise but coiled her legs around my waist as we continued kissing. I groped her perfect ass as I carried her to our bedroom.
Yes, our bedroom.
I dropped her onto the bed and began to undo the buttons on her jeans. Pulling them off while she pulled up her shirt. Then she grinned at me.
"You too..." She cooed, gesturing to my shirt and pants.
I slipped out of my clothes and before I knew it she was already begging for me to be inside her. Pawing at me like a hungry dog as I shucked off the last of my clothes. She pulled me to her as I clambered into bed and I wasted no time plunging my raging hard-on into her impatient slit. She was a little raw from before, I could tell when she winced, yet she was already rocking her hips into me. The fire was lit, and she was insatiable now.
"Dad! I want it! Please! Give it to me! Fuck me already! Waiting all day felt like forever! Fuck me, Dad!" She pleaded as she continued to grind against me.
"Shit, baby girl." I said with surprise. "I didn't know you were that eager."
She looked up at me. "I couldn't stop thinking about last night. I can't wait anymore. Just... god fuck me as hard as you can! I want you so bad!"
So I obliged.
She practically screamed as I pounded into her. She held me tight in her arms and when the feeling got very intense she'd bite my shoulder and moan. I, for my part, was absolutely fucking loving this. I felt like I was ten years younger with the way she made me feel. I buried myself deep into her and kissed her. Her tongue sought mine out, she moaned into my mouth while we licked at one another in the wild throes of our pure, animalistic, passion.
Her insides were slick and tight, my cock felt every twitch she made and every time she tightened her grip around me I swore I almost lost it right there. I pushed on, hammering her as she continued to beg for me. Howling into my ear, and screaming how much she loved me. It all finally proved to be too much for me, I unleashed my own passions into her in a series of white hot spurts. I called out her name and declared my own love for her as my body shook and I pumped her full of my cum. We collapsed into one another in a collective bliss. No words needed to be said, we just held one another content in the fact we were together at last. The night was still young, and I felt even younger still. We made love again soon thereafter, and again, and again.
My Evy was with me, after so many bitter years apart, and with her here now I felt the future was finally looking bright. Lilith may have been an evil bitch, but she did one thing right, she had had my Evy. And now that we were together, there was nothing that would get between us ever again.
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