"Fuck, please just, just..." He leaned over the kitchen counter covering his face. "What did I do?"

I came closer to him, putting my hand on his back. "Daddy?"

"I am so sorry, Madi. I swear I am so sorry."

"For what?" I asked.

"For almost fucking you," he said, looking at me. "God, I'm sorry."

"Oh, Daddy, I don't mind. It felt so good. Aren't we going to fuck now?"

"Baby, no, of course not."

"Why not?"

"Baby, I can't fuck you. You're my daughter."

"But you were going to five minutes ago."

"I was going to fuck a prostitute pretending to be my daughter," he said, standing up...