I waited for an answer, but was only met with silence. I slowly looked behind me at Dad, who was staring, his eyes transfixed on my hairy little blonde twat and tiny little pink asshole. I smiled but he didn’t even notice, so I gave my butt a little Tink wiggle. He looked for a moment into my eyes, his eyes spoke volumes.
I stood up straight, which really didn’t hide much, and I sat down next to him, my eyes just inches from his.
“Are you ok, Dad?” I spoke barely above a whisper, “Have I done anything wrong?”
“No, Tink, it’s me. These past six years, the only time I’ve thought of sex, I’ve thought of that night when your mom gave herself up to that gang of fucking animals who called themselves my friends. It’s the only scene I can envision in my head, and it replays again and again and again. I want it to just go away, but there’s nothing to replace it. If only I could hold the sight of you bending over in that outfit in my head, how wonderful that would be. Tink, Honey, you are beautiful, absolutely stunning!”
Maybe it was my naiveté again. Maybe it was that I really wanted to help Dad get over his nightmare past. But I had to seize the moment and do something bold and decisive. I swung myself over onto his lap, my eyes still inches from his. The seriousness of the moment was only interrupted by a little squeak I gave when I realized I was sitting on a huge throbbing cock; I just giggled and ignored it, not wanting to break eye contact.
“We’ll make a deal, Dad,” I steadied myself for the proposal I was about to make. “Whenever you’re bothered by unpleasant images, your Tink will come to the rescue,” I laughed, “or should I say, cum to the rescue.”
And there we sat, with me on his lap, perched happily atop his excited prick, both of us laughing with abandon on my eighteenth Halloween, with Tinker Bell exposing her private parts to all of Pixie Hollow on the TV screen. It was just too fucking classic.
Eventually, the laughter died away, and an introspective thoughtfulness ensued.
“Dad,” I softly interrupted the quiet of the night, “I love you.”
I hesitated for a few minutes. I didn’t want this moment to end. But it was now or never. I had been waiting months for this opportunity, and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers. I bit my bottom lip, marshalling all the strength and nerve to say it.
“Dad?”
“Yes, Tink?” his smile was unnerving me.
“Dad, I want to make love to you.”
“We can’t do that, Beth…”
“It’s Tink! And give me one good reason why we can’t do it?”
“Well let me see,” Dad replied, “It might have something to do with the fact that I’m your father.”
This obviously wasn’t gonna be easy, but his argument was pretty fucking weak, and I knew it.
“What kind of reason is that? I asked for a ‘good’ reason, not some lame excuse. You yourself said that you wanted to raise me ‘…free of the many social fetters that haunt our lives.’ Well I’d say all this ‘incest’ crap is one of the biggest fucking fetters I can think of. Come on, Dad, don’t you love me?”
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