I looked back up and daddy was staring at me. He looked like he wanted to attack. Lust so intense gripped me hard and I felt the tears start again. But he didn't touch me; instead, he moved further back. I put my leg down and we continued to stare, fighting for control. We both wanted more but knew it wouldn't be smart. Not now. Not again.

"I don't think I can anyway."

He slowly began to relax. My words gave him the strength to regain composure.

"I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed. If I pass her and she asks, I'll say you made me laugh and I...