There is a lot of background sort of stuff that needs to fit in here, and I'm no writer so bear with me. I'll have to leave some irrelevant stuff out but I'll try to fit the relevant stuff in at a minimum, and organize where I can.
There are three relevant family members here:
My Wife She's as close to being out of the picture as she can be while still living in my house. We're middle aged, and met in college. I was two years older than her. We married just after I landed my first job and she had another 1.5 years of nursing school to go. For a while, neither of us wanted kids. We lived like two young professionals with more money than we knew how to spend and it was great. We went clubbing, experimented with drugs, had swinger parties/orgies with close friends; it was a very hedonistic lifestyle for awhile. Then my wife got pregnant. (100% definitely mine)
I shifted to a more fatherly mindset and I thought my wife had too. After giving birth, she wound up with the depression thing. Post-Partum, or whatever it's called. Instead of talking about it, wifey decided to just go straight back to the drugs. Whatever she found in heroin, it took her from zero to junkie before her maternity leave was up and she hid it from me completely. When our daughter was ~six months old, I came home to find my wife gone, our valuables gone, and the baby screaming in the crib. Within a few hours, I got a call that not only had my wife cleaned our apartment out, but she'd stolen a bunch from her parents too. A load of cash, her mom's jewelry, and a cherry '66 Mustang from her dad. Three days later, a policeman showed up at my door. Arizona police had made contact with my city's PD to report a traffic accident. She'd made it half way to the border with her lover/dealer/pimp/whatever before getting t-boned by a semi-truck in the middle of nowhere. In the present she's paralyzed below the waist, had her right arm amputated below the elbow, left hand is functional only in the ring & pinky fingers, she's got a permanent speech impediment and is generally limited to the most rudimentary communication.
I decided not to divorce her. She got ~$200,000 for lost future earnings (the truck driver was 60% negligent at best) and medical expenses for life. I was staring down the barrel of single-parenthood and decided it would simply be easier to have her at home instead of working to support my daughter and I while making weekend visits to a care home. (Please don't think I'm a good person for doing this. Out of a host of motivations, my wife's comfort was pretty close to the bottom.)
Me I'm an average middle-aged guy. I stopped loving my wife the moment she left her daughter alone so she could rob her family blind. Disengaging our lives took a bit longer but I don't even consider my wife a friend any more. She's just here for our daughter. After the accident/ settlement, my good-guy boss helped me secure a promotion I didn't entirely deserve so I could move closer to my parents. I was qualified, but he leap-frogged me over better candidates to keep me on the payroll.
The first few years were rough, to say the least. Wife's settlement paid for a house less than an hour from my parent's place. I had a bit of a commute and my personal life was a shambles. During those first years, resentment made me do some pretty cruel things to my wife. Nothing abusive or neglectful, but her happiness wasn't even a concern for me. I put on a lot of weight, nearly lost my job for drunkeness, and put myself in some pretty sketchy situations with regards to my sex-life.
When daughter started Kindergarten, my dad, amazing man that he is, took me aside and asked a question which turned everything around for me. "Do you really want your child to grow up around someone like you?" It hit home as fast as anything I'd ever imagined. In later years, my mom let slip that they were actually working to take my daughter away because of the things I was doing.
I got myself back on track physically and emotionally and started being a proper role model again. I never mended things with my wife, but I managed to stop hating her at least.
My Daughter She's in her early twenties. She's got a bit more than a semester to go in school. Nursing, like her mom. : / We'll call her Lana. She's pretty, and smart, and well-adapted. She likes to spend Sunday mornings reading to her mom. She has friends, she gets good grades, she's working part-time in a grocery store. Basically, there was no indication that she was anything other than what she seemed to be: an average American woman working her way into adulthood.
The Build Up For a year or so now, Lana's been flirting with me. It started off innocently enough with the sort of situations you see being suggested here on /r/incest. Wearing panties around the house, low-cut tops with no bra, masturbating just loud enough to be heard without drawing attention to herself. Stuff that we could pretend wasn't aimed at me directly.
Then she shifted into a more aggressive mode of seduction. My wife has her own separate bedroom, but I end up sleeping in the den a lot just because the wife keeps her TV on 24/7 and the noise keeps me awake. Instead of walking around in panties, I'd wake hearing her in the kitchen and check on her only to find her standing bare-assed in the refrigerator's light with a smile on her face. She started asking extremely pointed questions about my sex life like, "Have you ever done [insert insane-probably-not-safe sex act]?" When I'd say no, she'd respond, "Me neither. It's a shame you're my dad or we could try it together." Then when I'd try to look away, she'd give me a pointed stare as she deliberately rubbed the crotch of her shorts or pinched a nipple through her tank-top. Very blatant stuff. There was no two ways about it. She wanted sex, and she wanted it with me.
I tried ignoring this behavior at first. She went through a similar sort of phase around 16 that dried up when started dating. I was really hoping this was another dry spell for her and if I gave it enough time she'd find someone new and lose interest again. It wasn't constant either. Sometimes she'd go a week or more without making one comment that was out of line with our parent/child relationship.
The Incident Last Friday evening I fell asleep in the den again. I was surfing Reddit in my pajamas and when I got tired, I just put the laptop on the floor and went to sleep where I sat. Some time later, well into the middle of the night, Lana came home and decided to finally force a discussion about her sexual interests.
When I woke, she was straddling my leg and trying to get me hard. The fingers of her hand were sort of lightly curling against the tip of my dick, so I could just barely feel the fabric rubbing against me. I have no idea how long she was at it, but I was completely hard by the time she got bold enough to start rubbing me properly.
Obviously, I was confused and sort of horrified to find her like that and asked what she was doing. I mean, I knew, but I hoped asking would make her reconsider.
It didn't.
"I want us to have sex," She answered.
That was the cat out of the proverbial bag. Avoidance is not an effective parenting style, so hearing her say it meant we had to talk about it.
She started telling me the usual stuff, "I've wanted this for years." and "I'm big enough to make my own decisions." and so on. Then she started going into detail. This isn't run-of-the-mill fantasy type stuff. She's got kink I've never even heard of. At some point, I know I was just staring at her in horror (not because of the things she was saying, so much as I had no idea she was like this. We've been pretty close as you might imagine.) I guess she saw it and immediately started bawling. When she tried to run back to her room, I grabbed her arm and refused to let go. I wasn't forcing her to talk or anything, just hugging her until she understood that I accepted her. At least, that's what I was thinking. Now, I can see that was the most effective way to seduce her rather than talk her out of it.
We talked until the sun came up. She cried a lot, I cringed more, and eventually she brought me her laptop and a spiral notebook so I could read the details instead of hearing the worst of it aloud.
Highlights from our discussion
-She's heavily into S/M. That's tame compared to some of the other stuff. The spiral notebook was filled with diary-style writings of her fantasies. One excerpt is especially relevant. "Sir made me get dressed up for a fancy dinner tonight. It was amazing, but all through dinner I kept daydreaming of him face-fucking me in front of the crowd. When he finished, I wanted him to make me finish dinner as if his cum wasn't dripping down my chin. I didn't say anything :(" Sir is me. Going by the date, that was last June when I took her to a steakhouse as a reward for passing her finals.
-She's enthralled by a free use fetish. I had to google this one. Apparently, she wants to live in a world exactly like ours, with the minor alteration that any man gets to have sex with any woman whenever he likes for any reason. A guy could literally bend a stranger over on the street and if she wasn't into it she'd just let it happen, otherwise she'd try to catch his attention somehow. Sidenote: how is this even a thing?
-She's been doing cam shows. She didn't mention money, so I'm assuming she's not even getting paid. She says she likes that someone else is telling her what to do. If the guy is willing to pretend to be dad, all the better.
-She's known the password to my laptop for years. Pretty much since we had internet access at home, she's been sneaking into my web history to find the stuff I like and be that/do that. Her fantasies mention things I'm not even interested in, but I've looked at in the past out of curiosity. She knows everything.
-Finally, a story she wrote. It wasn't good and I won't post it out of respect, but it was about us. Some of the chapters are from years ago. Based on story descriptions, she was probably a virgin when she started writing. The S/M thing and free use come into full play during this story. Based on the story, her ideal world would be the following: Our romantic relationship would stay exactly the same, I make every decision for her, what job to take, what clothes to wear, what food to eat, when to exercise, and in return I fuck her how/when I want. Occasionally, I would establish a rule for her and then engineer a scenario that prohibits her from obeying. I.e. go to the grocery store and be back in 15 minutes even though its a twenty minute drive. When she gets home I would have to "hate-fuck" her to "keep things interesting".
The Aftermath I'm a ghost around the house now. I foolishly promised to consider her offer before she went to bed Saturday and now she's not taking no for answer. (My rule-making privileges are apparently suspended until I sleep with her?) She's been staying naked 24/7 even, I suspect, when she's spending time with her mom. She's masturbating all over the house as the mood strikes her. Every day this week she refused to leave for school/work without getting my approval on her outfits. Twice, on her way out the door, she lifted her skirt, pulled her panties to the side and wiggled her bum until she forced a response. Both times, after receiving a shake of my head, she's just shrugged and said, "No? Maybe tonight then."
My Dilemmas First off, I'm a bit scared. I raised her to be strong, but this? This is some next level refusal to accept anything she doesn't find gratifying. Her mom was wild, but never anything like this and look at how she wound up. Worse, how many refusals can I give before she starts looking for someone else? Someone who is not going to understand that this kind of submissiveness is a bad thing/easily abused?
How much of this is even really her? I know she's been trying to become my fantasy girl for at least five-years now. What if she's just saying stuff she thinks I'll enjoy? How do I even approach her to sort out the differences between her and her idea of what I want?
Finally, she's starting to wear me down. Over the past week, I keep coming back to the same worrisome thought. She's been this way for ages and everything has turned out fine. She's sexually unusual but it hasn't become a problem for her. If she really can have it both ways, then why do I have to keep saying no? In the past 7 days I've had sex with three different women, multiple occasions for each woman, and every time I keep coming back to the knowledge that I'm only doing it because Lana got me worked up in the first place. I want my daughter and it's making me feel like the biggest scumbag alive. Not just because incest is taboo, but because her fantasies revolve around me taking advantage of her. We can't be equals in a sexual relationship by the basic logistics of her sexuality.
Christ... I don't even know which I hate more, the thought of saying no and regretting it or saying yes and finding out it's everything I could ask for.
Anyway, that's my story. I have no idea how the hell I'm going to handle this. If you have questions or comments, I'll try to check in as the situation allows. I'm spending a good deal of time out of the communal areas of the house for now, but I can't let on that I'm actively hiding from her either.
Submitted November 14, 2014 at 01:09PM by WTH-do-I-do-now http://ift.tt/1u8FT1k incest
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