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Thicker Than Water ||TWO|| Nails
Monet was surprised when her father all the sudden whipped passed her to go to the shower. But she shrugged it off. t ran out of the house in that attire to the forest and hunted for a good hour or so before coming back. Her clothes were torn a bit and she had blood streaking over her body. seh could smell the fresh scent of his skin and the water vapor. But she danced around the halls passing his bathroom to go to her room and get cleaned and change.
He could smell her. She was excited from her hunt and she smelt like blood. He had already gotten off twice. In fact, he was getting pruney, but he didn't want to leave the shower. But the warm water was running out... Quickly, Andrew jumped out of his shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. Monet was walking past his bath, to her room as he got out. The back of the boxers was torn on one leg. He could see the pale curve of one butt cheek. He caressed it gently with his fingertips, as she walked by, grinning slightly before he realized what he had done. His heart lept into his throat. Before she could call him on it, he turned and hurried towards his room. Oh god, your daughter, you fuck. You touched your daughter like you would a lover. His mind was racing. Oh what the pig he was...
Monet stopped in the door way of her room. She looked back and saw her father run off. A bit alarmed but she twitched a bit. Maybe he had accidentally touched her rear...yes that was a good though. She grabbed a towel and whipped the blood off before putting on a pair of jeans and a low cut tan top. She picked up the scraps of her clothing and hurried through the halls, passing by his room on her way to discard the clothes. She couldn't help it she was curious on why he was hiding in there, but she heard his startled heart beat and froze with her hands above the trashcan.
Andrew was masturbating. Again. Eyes closed tightly, trying not to think of Monet at all while he tried his hardest to come. Oh god, the touch of her skin had been electric. It had stolen his breath. But this.... This problem he held in his hand was distressing him. Every time she came around, she awoke a hunger in him, more embarrassing than the blood-lust he felt, and no matter how he tried he couldn't control it. There was a heaviness inside him. He wanted her. He wanted her so bad and he was going fold and give in to his greatest evil. He shook his head, trying to concentrate on the task at hand.
Though she was in the kitchen she could hear him. His every breath, every pant, every whimper and moan, and the sound of his hand going at his manhood. Her body tingeled in a way she didn't know. She felt weird and dropped the clothes into the trash before running upstairs to his door. "Father..." She whispered, but she knew he could hear her, "Is everything all right?"
Ah... No..." he whimpered. What was she doing? What did she want? Why was she talking to him while he was like this? His body tingled. Oh god, please come in... No! That would be wrong. Oh what he would do to her. His body screamed for he. She could just touch it and that would help. But it was wrong. "D-don't come in..." he called to her, voice sounding strained. Oh, come on... He was almost there...
His words were one things, but his voice said another. She pressed her cheek to the door and could hear his moans getting louder. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she felt a dizziness overwhelm her. "I'm coming in.." She called before pushing the door open and closing it behind her. Her eyes saw him and she froze, gulping but aroused at the sight. She just stared at him, unsure what to do or how she was suppose to react to seeing this. "F-father?.."
"NO!" he shouted, but it was to late. He heard her starled voice and he became weak. "Ohh...." he moaned softly, staring at her. His eyes grew dark and he lost himself. He stopped touching himself and motioned for her to come to him. "Oh love..." he said softly, his voice quivering slightly.
Monet stared at him. His eyes were dark and they scared her. But the motions of his hands coaxed her forward and she followed them. She stood in front of him. Looking up at him as she felt the goose bumps ripple up and down her arms and legs. She stood about a foot a way from him, though her heart thudded louder.
He could taste her heart beat in his mouth. Could practically feel her on his skin. He didn't seem to care about anything any more. He came to her and touched her gently, finger tips linger on her skin. "Oh girl, you've grown up so much." He pulled her to him. "You're so beautiful." He murmured into her hair, smelling it. It was different from her mother but not by much. It drove him mad.
He actually pulled her body to his. So her chest and thighs were pressed against his and she blushed tremendously. She battered her eyes nervously as his words. "T-thank you father....." Monet mumbled feeling awkward. "Can I h-help you?"
This was wrong. Very wrong. He couldn't stand it though. "Oh god, I don't think you can give me the help I need." Andrew said, laughing darkly. His hand moved down, to caress her thigh. "This is wrong." He whispered.
Monet shifted in his hold and stared at him with widened eyes. She nodded her head in agreement. This was so wrong. But she didn't stop him for some odd reason. Her body tingeled in a way she couldn't put her finger on and she wrapped her arms around him drawing him closer.
He took her and led her to the bed. He stood ther looking down at her for a moment. Gently, her caressed the side of her face with his hand. She looked so much like her... It really couldn't be that wrong could it? If it was just this once? He would, of course, use protection. That much was evident. He shivered a little, in expectation. He could taste her on his lips just being this close to her. He wanted to sink into her, relishing in every inch, every sound, every moment.
Sick. Perverted. Wrong. screamed the tiny voice in his head. However, that voice was considerably smaller than that of the wolf that commanded his body now. It was only this once. And if it was only once than no one would object, right? His lips brushed against hers, hands fumbling with her pants, trying to draw them over her knees.
She was surprised when her father all the sudden whipped passsed her to go to the shower. But she shrugged it off. Moniet ran out of the house in that attire to the forest and hunted for a good hour or so before coming back. Her clothes were torn a bit and she had blood streaking over her body. seh could smell the fresh scent of his skin and the water vapor. But she danced around the ahlls passing his bathroom to go to her room and get cleane dup and change.
He could smell her. She was excited from her hunt and she smelt like blood. He had already gotten off twice. In fact, he was getting pruny, but he didn't want to leave the shower. But the warm water was running out... Quickly, Andrew jumped out of his shower and wrapped his towel around his waist. Moniet was walking past his bath, to her room as he got out. The back of the boxers was torn on one leg. He could see the pale curve of one buttcheek. He caressed it gently with his fingertips, as she walked by, grinng slightly before he realized what he had done. His heart lept into his throat. Before she could call him on it, he turned and hurried towards his room. Oh god, your
daughter, you fuck. You touched your daughter like you would a lover. His mind was racing. Oh what the pig he was...
Moniet stopped in the doorway of her room. She looked back and saw her father run off. A bit alarmed but she twitched a bit. Maybe he had accidentaly touched her rear...yes that was a good though. She grabbed a towle and whipped the blood off before putting on a pair of jeans and a low cut tan top. She picked up the scrab of her clothing and hurried through the halls, passing by his room on her ay to discard the clothes. She couldn't help it she was curious on why he was hiding in there, but she heard his starteled heart beat and froze with her hands above the trachcan.
Andrew was matsurbating. Again. Eyes closed tightly, trying not to think of Moniet at all while he tried his hardest to come. Oh god, the touch of her skin had been electric. It had stolen his breath. But this.... This problem he held in his hand was distressing him. Everytime she came around, she awoke a hunger in him, more embarassing than the bloodlust he felt, and no matter how he tried he coudln't control it. There was a heaviness inside him. He wanted her. He wanted her so bad and he was going fold and give in to his greatest evil. He shook his head, trying to concentrate on the task at hand.
Though she was in the kitchen she could hear him. His every breath, every pant, every whimper and moan, and the sound of his hand going at his manhood. Her body tingeled in a way she didn't know. She felt weird and dropped the clothes into the trash before running upstairs to his door. "Father..." She whispered, but she knew he could hear her, "Is everything all right?"
Ah... No..." he whimpered. What was she doing? What did she want? Why was she talking to him while he was like this? His body tingled. Oh god, please come in... No! That would be wrong. Oh what he would do to her. His body screamed for he. She could just touch it and that would help. But it was wrong. "D-don't come in..." he called to her, voice sounding strained. Oh, come on... He was almost there...
His words were one things, but his voice said another. She pressed her cheek to the door and could hear his moans getting louder. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she felt a dizziness overwhelm her. "I'm comming in.." She called before pushing the door open and closing it behind her. Her eyes saw him and she froze, gulping but aroused at the sight. She just stared at him, unsure what to do or how she was suppose to react to seeing this. "F-father?.."
"NO!" he shouted, but it was to late. He heard her starled voice and he became weak. "Ohh...." he moaned softly, staring at her. His eyes grew dark and he lost himself. He stopped touching himself and motioned for her to come to him. "Oh love..." he said softly, his voice quivering slightly.
Moniet stared at him. His eyes were dark and they scared her. But the motions of his hands coaxed her forward and she followed them. She stood in front of him. Looking up at him as she felt the goosebump ripple up and down her arms and legs. She stood abot a foot away from him, though her heart thudded louder.
He could taste her heart beat in his mouth. Could practically feel her on his skin. He didn't seem to care about anything any more. He came to her and touched her gently, finger tips linger on her skin. "Oh girl, you've grown up so much." He pulled her to him. "You're so beautiful." He murmured into her hair, smelling it. It was different from her mother but not by much. It drove him mad.
Moniet shifted in his hold and stared at him with widened eyes. She nodded her head in agreement, this was so wrong. But she didn't stop him for some odd reason. Her body tingeled in a way she couldn't put her finger on and she wrapped her arms around him drawing him closer
He took her and led her to the bed. He stood ther looking down at her for a moment. Gently, her caressed the side of her face with his hand. She looked so much like her... It really couldn't be that wrong could it? If it was just this once? He would, of course, use protection. That much was evident. He shivered a little, in expectation. He could taste her on his lips just being this close to her. He wanted to sink into her, relishing in every inch, every sound, every moment.
Sick. Perverted. Wrong. screamed the tiny voice in his head. However, that voice was considerably smaller than that of the wolf that commanded his body now. It was only this once. And if it was only once than no one would object, right? His lips brushed against hers, hands fumbling with her pants, trying to draw them over her knees.
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