She shook her head to clear the shock waves that had settled. The lewd wink and the smile of triumph Karen had flashed at her on the way out jarred her back to reality. She knew the girl hated her, but this much?
She stepped to the closet. She reached in and selected one of her suitcases. She flopped it onto the bed and opened it. She went to her dresser and began removing some of her things. She tossed them into her suitcase.
He stared dumbly. "What're you doing, hon?"
She gave him a glare of sheer, utter contempt. "I'm leaving you, Jim. I'm going home to my parents." She tried to keep her voice calm.
"But you can't do that!" he said, moving toward her;
"Stay away from me, you pervert!" Her voice was shrill, filled with hostility. "Don't you dare touch me!"
"But.., but…" He backed away.
She continued packing her bag. She shook her head from time to time in disbelief. In between tossing things into her suitcase and selecting a few items from the closet to wear, she kept mumbling over and over, "Your own daughter! Your own daughter…"
He tried to think up an answer to her words. An impossible task. There was no logical explanation. No reason for what, he'd done. Alice had caught him in the act. She had caught him fucking Karen. There could be no denying that. He'd had his big cock deeply embedded in his daughter's tiny cunt. He had been savoring the moment, and so had Karen. They had been squealing and bouncing around in sheer ecstasy when Alice had walked in.
There was no denying what had happened. He groped madly around in his mind for something that would stay Alice's flight. Not a germ of an idea came forth. His mind, though now clear, was blank. He could only stare dumbly at her while she finished packing.
"Please don't go," he mumbled when she snapped her bag shut and headed for the bedroom door.
Her only answer was a glare of contempt and a repeat of the line she'd been using ever since she came home. "Your own daughter!"
She slammed the door shut.
He flung himself onto the bed and gave way to sobs. He seldom cried, but at this moment it was the only thing to do. He buried his face in the pillow and let the tears come. He was now completely sober. The enormity of what he had
done finally filtered through to his tortured mind. He couldn't blame Alice for walking out on him.
How could he have been so stupid?
Hearing the sound of the door opening and someone entering the room, he turned around on the bed, a hopeful smile on his face.
The smile drained. It was Karen!
"Oh, it's you!" he said, glaring.
She was still naked. She had apparently been waiting outside and saw Alice leave with her suitcase.
He croaked, "Alice left me, thanks to you!".
Karen beat down a smile of triumph. She sat on the bed near him. She placed a hand on his heaving chest. He was lying on his back. "I'm sorry, Daddy! I guess I got carried away. I mean, seeing you naked and all.. And we were talking about sex. You were going to tell me about girls and boys."
He shook his head. "You tricked me." His eyes were filled with sadness. "I can't understand you, Karen. Why? Why did you do this to me?"
Karen threw herself onto him. "Daddy! Daddy! I'm sorry. It's because I love you so much. I didn't want to share you with-that woman!" She sobbed along with him as though her little heart were broken.
He sighed. Girls always puzzled him. Especially weeping ones. His anger toward her abated.
"I love her, baby. I love you, too. But it's a different kind of love. I shouldn't have done what I was doing to you.." He shuddered and flushed.
"But I wanted you to, Daddy. I coned you. I tricked you into it!"
"I know," he sighed. "But I wanted to do it, baby. You got me so hot." He stoked her bare butt and nestled her closer to his embrace. "You're a damned slut, but I guess I'll have to get used to that." He could feel his prick beginning to harden again.
"Sure, Daddy." She nuzzled deeper into his embrace. She eased her hand down and wrapped it around his limp cock. She felt it harden at her touch. She smiled.
"Alice is gone," he moaned, still stroking her back. "She's left me. She'll never come back. What'll I do? I mean about my job and all?" His spoken thoughts showed his deep anguish and inner turmoil.
"She'll come back," Karen assured him. "Right now she's in a state of shock. She'll get over it," she added, a positive note in her voice.
"Do you think she will?" He eyed her hopefully.
"Of course she will. If she really loves you. Let her cool off for a few days at her mother's. Then call her up. She'll come back. You'll see.
"Gee, I hope so." He hugged her close and kissed her impulsively. "Karen. Karen, baby~ I love you so much. I love her so much. Why can't we get along."
"Maybe we will-in the future. After this little thing clean up."
"What d'ya mean?"
She smiled enigmatically. "Like I mentioned before, Daddy, I guess I could get along fine with Alice, provided you also showed m amp; you loved me."
"But I do, baby. I love you more 'n anything in the world."
"I don't just mean that way. Talking and telling me. I still want you to prove it physically."
"Oh?"
"By fucking me too, Daddy. Alice won't have to know. In the future, we'll make sure we're alone and no chance to get caught. Like now, for instance," she added suggestively.
"You mean after all that's happened tonight, you still want me to fuck
you?" He was appalled.
"Yes, Daddy." She rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, lifted her knees and held out her hands. "Please, Daddy. Please fuck your little daughter!"
He sighed. Then, noticing that his cock had grown bone hard under her ministrations, he knelt between her widespread legs.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jim's mental anguish increased as the days went by with no relief in sight. He had tried calling Alice at her parents' home. She hung up on him and refused to talk to him. At the office things were just as bad. Alice's father, his boss, George Jennings, was aware that they had split. Alice was now back with them.
After a few days of silence and trying to act as though nothing were wrong, George finally brought up the subject. It was after a meeting of the executives in the boardroom. He had asked Jim to stay. Clearing his throat and eyeing his number-one man, he said, "I know your personal life is none of my business, Jim, but would you mind filling me in on what's wrong between you and Alice?"
"Alice didn't tell you?"
"Un-unh. She's clammed up about it. She won't even discuss the subject." George sighed. The older, gray-haired executive drummed his fingers on the conference table and peered intently at his key man. "We can't let things ride like this, m'boy. It creates too much tension. I'd like to see you two get together again."
"There's nothing I'd like better, sir."
"Of course Mary is all for you and Alice splitting up for good." He leaned back in his chair and puffed at his cigar. "Your mother-in-law never did accept you fully, Jim." He laughed harshly. "I kinda think she's encouraging Alice to stay home. If we could only get her to at least go see you again. To let you and her talk things over. I kinda think Alice would welcome the chance. Now that she's been gone about a week. I'm sure she misses you."
"And I miss her!"
George shrugged his heavy shoulders. "Is what happened all that bad? That you can't even get together and talk things over?"
"It… it concerns the kids. Karen!" he blurted, flushing.
"Oh?" George nodded. "I kinda suspected it was something like that. When Alice first mentioned she was thinking of marrying you a ample years ago and I found out you had the two kids, I told her it wouldn't work out." Looking at Jim sharply, he asked, "Is it something real bad?"
The flush in Jim's face deepened. "Karen and her never did hit it off," he explained. "Karen resents her taking her mother's place. And Alice being so young and pretty doesn't help. I think Karen actually hates Alice."