Father's Keeper by Parker Ford (classic fiction .TXT) 📗

he said and took my hand inhis, squeezed. “Will you come with me?”

“Yes,” I said, putting my head on hisshoulder.

“Now it’s perfect,” he said.

I smiled.

* * * *

We pulled out of the driveway and Ifelt the eyes. Marian had made sure to spread the word around before she left.But that was fine, we were going somewhere new. Somewhere where we were justGil and Jen, not stepfather and daughter. We hit the road in his truck, mypiece of shit in the garage in Pleasant Parks. I’d deal with the Chevy later.

The hill going up and out of thestreets named for mystical characters in tales for young children looked huge,but when we crested it, the town below looked small. So easy to leave behindthat small life and move onward and upward. Into the unexpected and the big andbold life we could have.

That night we pulled into a roadsidemotel with a fritzed out neon sign. It blinked at us like some highway siren’ssong. V CAN Y. . . V CAN Y. . . We ate heavy greasy chicken fried steak andmashed potatoes. Flat beer and oversweet pie in the attached diner. I wore mymother‘s pearls to dinner. A small reminder against my skin and my heart ofwhat I didn‘t want to be.

Later we crawled into bed and he heldmy arms high above my head, slipped into me. His cock filling me where my bodyneeded it most, his kisses filling my soul where it needed it most. Gil rolledhis body over mine, coaxing not one orgasm from my cunt, but three, and hetasted every cry that crossed my lips with his own sweet mouth before comingwith a humored groan saying in my ear “You’re gonna kill an old man, Jennygirl.”

I shook my head, cupped his cheek,kissed him.

When he dozed off, I watched him. Thesharp cut of his jaw, the gorgeous fall of his long lashes on the apples of hischeeks. Asleep he nearly looked like a little boy. My harsh words about Gil toCarl came back to haunt me. I’m not my father’s keeper…Irealized that maybe I was, after all, but that was okay, because he was minetoo.

And I remembered from my dream thatseemed somehow prophetic now, Sometimes crops need to be tended a long timebefore they yield the sweetest fruit.

TheEnd

ABOUT PARKER FORD

 

Parker Ford writesall her dirty stories in her head during her day job. Just an average secretaryworking for a small publishing house, she adores her secret, filthy inner life.She often races home to jot them down and share them with her husband. He oftenraces her to the bedroom to act them out. They live with one very spoiled dogand a plethora of 'adopted' wildlife outside their home. And yes, she knowsthat Parker is usually a boy name, apparently that is a memo her parents didn'tget. Reach her at parker.ford13@yahoo.com

 

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UNCLEED’S LAP

ByParker Ford

Fiona volunteers to help her recently widowed uncle get his housein order before starting her freshman year of college. Uncle Ed and aunt Caroleare two of her favorite people in the world. While trying to help her grievinguncle, she doesn't expect her school girl crush to turn into a torrid affair,but it does. She doesn't expect him to want her at all, but he does, more thanhe can handle. And as her uncle struggles with the thoughts of wanting andhaving his niece in so many ways, Fiona struggles to show him that it's allokay. That she's not a little girl any more.

Warnings:This title contains explicit sex and language, incest, spanking, shades oferotic asphyxiation, bondage, elements of non-consent.

EXCERPT:

Fantasies werejust fantasies. You didn’t have to act on them. Right?

I busied myselfcleaning the kitchen. Bachelors suck at cleaning. So do young coeds but hey, Iwas bored and my mother Marie had taught me well. Cleanliness was next togodliness, plus if you threw yourself into it, it could make the afternoon flyin an blink. I ate cucumbers from the garden with homemade ranch sauce unclehad made the night before for dinner. That was all I really had the stomachfor. I poured a big glass of lemonade and downed it in four long swallows. ThenI started rearranging the cabinets and wiping down the liners. The worst choreI could imagine from my growing up years. Now it seemed to soothe me.

"Wow. I hadno idea I would come home to such a tight ship," he said from the doorway.I jumped, a china plate shattering at my feet. A thousand tiny jagged teeth ofchina scattered around me on the red tile floor. Barefoot and in turquoiseshorts instead of jeans, I was pretty much fucked. "Shit, I’m sorry,Fiona." He colored when he said my name aloud and my cunt responded withtightening warmth. "You're bleeding."

I looked at mycalf where a thick nearly black rivulet of blood trickled slowly down my leg."It's no big deal. Just as shard. But I am kind of...stuck." Ishrugged, feeling horribly stupid. "I'm so sorry. I can go on ebay and tryto replace it. I'm such a klutz!" I felt like I might start sobbing rightthen from frustration.

"Hey, Iscared you. Don't talk about ebay or any of that. Stay there. I'm gonna grabyou and take you in the dining room, then I'll clean up this mess."

His work bootscrunched over the china shards as he picked me up and carried me out. He set meon the table and put my foot on one of the ladder back chairs. "Let me getthe bandages."

I nodded,suddenly feeling little and helpless again. Letting him care for me the way hehad when I was a little girl and I'd skin my knee. He caught that far away lookwhen he came in. "You okay? You’re not cut anywhere else are you?"

I looked."Nope. Just there. Not too shabby considering the immense mess Imade."

"Wemade," he amended. "You never would have dropped it if I hadn'tstartled you." He wiped the cut with a wet cotton ball. Wet with alcoholit seemed because fire bloomed in the cut and I hissed. "Easy, begood," he said, smiling. He blew on