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Silco wanted to do something no father should do. It wasn’t her fault that his heart desired her in this unspeakable and unfortunate way.
He was her father but also a man with needs and desires.
It all started slowly. First, he noticed her chest and the shirt she was wearing. She barely covered herself. He had never minded it, and if anyone had a problem with it, he would deal with them. But it was a sight he enjoyed himself without a doubt. After that, his eyes caught her bare stomach and… just the rest of her. He loved her all, and that was his biggest depravity. He felt like there was no way out of seeing her as a woman and that he was forever stuck in a loop of self-resentment.
Silco loved Jinx in a way unimaginable to a parent. He didn’t even stop seeing her as a daughter—it just all mixed together and combined into this wicked longing. He had brought her up since she was little, but now he couldn’t imagine any other woman when he pleasured himself. He never blamed her for it—after all, she would be really sad and probably mad at him.
To him, Jinx was perfect.
The door creaked open, and the light from the corridor illuminated some parts of her bedroom. Silco slowly peeked inside, and then, he saw her—she was peacefully sleeping in her bed among her stuffed toys. She made some of them herself. He couldn’t be prouder of her. She was a talented and creative girl even without his help and lessons.
As carefully as he could, he quietly stepped inside and closed the door behind himself. Not letting his eyes off her, Silco sat on the edge of the bed and reached out. His hand hovered over her covered arm, and he slowly withdrew it. He couldn’t do it just yet. Going too fast would ruin everything.
Silco noticed her stir. Jinx was a light sleeper; he wasn’t sure if she was afraid of something from her past or if that was merely her nature.
“What?” she murmured, sleepily wiping her eyes to get a better look at him in the dark. His breath hitched at this serene sight.
Tonight, she was wearing the pyjamas he bought her as a gift. Her long hair was loose, and she couldn’t look lovelier. She was a truly charming girl. He was glad to call himself her father—to have her here and for himself to spoil and care for.
“Shh,” he hushed her and finally patted her head, tucking a lone strand of hair behind her ear.
Jinx smiled, showing her teeth, and yawned right after.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, tilting her head and looking for the clock. It was two in the morning. “And at this hour?”
Silco swallowed. He already felt discovered, and his pulse quickened, even though nothing had happened. He still had a chance to leave her room and go to his own bed. Nothing was lost or shattered, no barrier broken.
“I needed to see you, Jinx.”
His breath was shallow. Jinx took it differently than he’d expected. She raised and wrapped her arms around him. He did the same—one of his hands was on her back and the other on her head. He inhaled her scent, burying his nose in the blue of her hair while gently rocking her.
To have love of this kind, Jinx was grateful. She knew she had good luck for him to stumble upon her and decide to take her in and cherish her. They were destined, in a way.
Jinx tightened her hug, causing him to gasp. That was his strong girl. And so full of love, and it was only for him.
“You’re going to break my ribs,” Silco laughed.
She gave him one more firm squeeze and pulled away, but Silco wouldn’t let go of her. He kept his hands on her waist, gazing at her—as he deemed it for so long—mesmerising countenance. She couldn’t decipher the thoughtful expression on his face no matter how hard she tried; Silco was a mystery to Jinx, but the manner he looked at her always reassured her.
None of them talked. They stared at one another as if there were no tomorrow. Silco knew that if he were to fuck it up, there truly would be no tomorrow for him, and everything he had worked so hard on would fall apart in an instant, and she’d leave him forever.
His fingers brushed Jinx’s covered in a hue of pink cheekbone, unhurriedly going down to her chin.
“What’s going on?” she asked. Her eyes wandered Silco’s face back and forth as they looked for answers—as if she were to find them written on his face in bold. His behaviour worried her; she hated this ambiguity of a moment.
“Nothing,” he said and kissed her forehead. It was a simple, quick and chaste kiss. “I just wanted you to know that I really love you.”
Such a confession, this unexpectedly, made her scared.
“Why are you telling me this?!” Jinx yelled and grabbed his collar as if to keep him with her. “Are you leaving? Are you leaving me?!”
“Jinx—”
She pushed Silco away and returned to her hiding spot under the blankets.
“Jinx,” Silco whispered, “I didn’t mean it like that. Believe me. I am not leaving anywhere. I just… I just had a whim to come here and tell you that I love you. Nothing bad will happen, and I’m staying. I promise. You know I wouldn’t leave you for nothing.” He found her shoulder and nudged her to turn around.
She pulled the duvet down to her jaw. “Really?”
Silco nodded and gathered her in his arms again, pressing his trembling mouth to her temple.
“I’m sorry for scaring you.”
“It’s okay…” Jinx muttered. Her breath momentarily fanned his neck, and he shuddered. He was sure she felt that. “I love you, too. A lot.”
His girl was overly vibrant at this hour. She’d just woken up, and she was already all over him. It was both a blessing and a curse—he enjoyed it too much, especially with those wrong thoughts haunting his mind. And it showed right where Jinx should not see or feel it. He was so hard it nearly hurt.
“Jinx…” It was the right moment. He was sure of it; she calmed down, and it was late enough to think of it as if it were just a dream for the both of them. “May I lie down next to you?”
She agreed and pulled him down with her. Amused, probably because of the overly embarrassing way he looked at her, she smiled. It felt flirtatious to him, but did she know how to flirt? Did she even know what true intimacy was? Did anybody teach her? Did she hear about sex from her siblings or friends? Maybe she knew from here? She must have at least known right from wrong. She could always know from him—yes.
“A lot is on my shoulders right now,” he confessed. “There are times when I feel more than just tired. It’s crushing me. But the thought of you here, beside me… it’s calming. You’re always next to me, Jinx. I cannot remember what my life was like without you.”
Such heart-warming words nearly made her eyes water. She was Silco’s biggest help, too, just as he was hers. Still, Jinx couldn’t get a word of comfort out of herself. It felt alien to do. There was a shame behind it, but as she had seen it, it was not the time to fight it. The roots had grown deep, and she ought to take these vulnerable acts of love slow.
“Is there anything else… I could do?” Jinx uttered hesitantly.
“Y-Yes.” Silco finally and undeniably did it. “Yes, there is. I’d feel better if only I could… I could touch you.”
Without a word, Jinx grabbed his hand and pressed it to her warm and slightly reddened cheek. Silco swallowed.
“Everywhere, Jinx,” he added.
She didn’t know what to do. Where could be this ‘everywhere’? Where did he want it? She allowed him to move on his own, and slowly but surely, his fingers went lower. From her arm to her waist, Silco deliberately placed them on her hip. His thumb made circles on her skin through the pyjama shorts.
“Do you like it?” he whispered. It was hard to talk louder. He couldn’t articulate himself properly with emotions all over the place.
“Yeah… It feels nice.”
Even in the dark, he could scarcely see the goosebumps rising on her forearms. He brushed his knuckles over them, and Jinx shuddered. She didn’t seem to be afraid or dislike it—she was just confused about her own feelings and sensations.
“Has anybody touched you here?” Silco pointed at her chest. She shook her head. He made her even more lost. “And down there?” This one, he didn’t show her.
“Down there?” she repeated.
He took a deep but quiet breath. It almost wasn’t visible. “Between your legs.”
“I don’t…” She was shaking her head with her brows knitted but stopped. “I don’t think so… Why? I don’t think that anybody should be touching me there.”
Silco’s heart was beating faster and faster. He didn’t want Jinx to reject him so easily—and it seemed to be going right that way, but he was aware of the choices he had and how to act, even if he would resent himself for it.
“Only the people close to you. Only the people you love.”
He could never feel worse than when telling her this. It was more than just guilt that overcame him at that moment. Remorse, shame and anger were all there and all directed only at him. Still, he couldn’t stop himself.
“I could,” Silco continued, his voice raspy, “if you’d only allow me to.”
Jinx was aware that it could make her feel good. She touched herself from time to time and got to know that orgasms exist by pure experimenting with that tingling feeling between her thighs long ago. The fact that it was connected to her naughty thoughts was not unknown to her. She had a rough knowledge of how to make babies from eavesdropping on other people’s stories, but she’d seen a cock maybe twice in her life. There were not many opportunities.
“Okay.” She exhaled slowly as she thought about it, her eyes wide. “I want it.”
Jinx knew that with someone else’s hand, it would feel totally different. And she loved and trusted him a lot. What could happen with him beside her, keeping her safe and having more knowledge than she could ever imagine?
Silco sighed a breath of relief and smirked a little. It was one grand win for him. Not wasting any more time but managing to stay gentle, he pulled her pants down. She even raised her hip for him.
“Lie down on your back,” he said, and she quickly heeded, even spreading her legs for him. That was his smart girl.
When he felt her folds beneath his fingers, he had no doubt about succeeding and ending up in heaven at the same time. He carefully placed one of his fingers on her clit, pressed on it, heard her take a sharp inhale and began gently stroking it in a small, circular motion. Jinx’s legs trembled slightly.
“What if I do something even better?” he asked. “I could make us both feel really good, Jinx. Do you not want that?”
He was in a haste, but she was still a tad too stunned and dazed to take it into account. The events truly took a quick turn. She wanted to feel his hand on her for a while longer, but she wished for him to feel good, too.
“I want it,” Jinx murmured. She couldn’t help but bite her lip when he moved his hand away.
Silco started taking off his clothes, observing her as if he himself were not there anymore. For Jinx, it was all shocking. She finally saw a cock, it wasn’t by mistake, and it belonged to someone she knew well, even if it was merely in the dark—to which her eyes got used. She saw the whole of him. Silco was not concealed by layers of clothing anymore, and Jinx knew it would be a significant moment for both of them.
“Take off your shirt,” he briefly muttered as he settled between her legs.
Jinx blinked once, twice—and only after that did she understand his request and get rid of her pyjama shirt. All of their attire was lying on the floor, forgotten.
She didn’t have big breasts, but it didn’t matter to Silco—all of her was enough and lovely, and every chance to see her skin uncovered in this manner would get him rock hard. She was his beautiful girl, after all.
Firstly, he left kisses on her neck. Next came the chest and her stomach. She giggled softly, quieting down only when Silco straightened his back. Those thorough and hazy eyes were on her skin, and he leaned down once more, this time letting his mouth envelop her breast. It was small enough to fit perfectly between his lips as he hungrily sucked and licked it. Her back arched as she was getting used to this unfamiliar tenderness. She felt as if she were heating up, her belly in turmoil.
“Silco…” she gasped.
He stopped. It took him a few seconds to force himself to speak. He was fighting something she could not yet comprehend.
“I’m your father, Jinx,” he said softly. “Call me your father.”
“But… Do fathers do those things?”
Her head fell to the side, seemingly exhausted, and her eyes were teary from pleasure. She bit her nail as she waited for an answer. He basked in this sight of her—his dear girl.
“They don’t.” He couldn’t get a lie out of himself this time. “But we are special, aren’t we?” he asked with a smile.
It made her feel happy to know that they were more than everyone else. They had always been together against the world—they couldn’t be like them. She chewed on her lip and nodded, and Silco indulged in her other breast. This time, a whimper escaped her, only prompting him to do more; he bit her nipple and made a hickey on her stomach, and finally took his cock in hand.
“Dad,” she said, and his grip tightened nearly instantly, “you’re the best.”
Silco kissed her, giving himself time to taste her mouth, even going as far as using the opportunity to let his tongue in and feel more of her. Parting, they panted, and he couldn’t help but get right to where it all would lead anyway. He was about to take her virginity, once and for all, and he was sure no one else would have her after him. She wouldn’t want anyone else but him.
He began entering her, his little Jinx he had known so long for and felt himself on the verge of collapsing. It was a dream come true, and she was even better than he had imagined for so many nights. Jinx was relaxed but still felt nicely tight around his shaft. Unhurriedly, he pushed all of his length inside her, carefully watching her experience it.
“Too much?” he asked.
“No…”
That was enough for him to start moving again. He thrust slowly, enjoying the way her wet and warm muscles held his cock between them. Even better was her face—a tad sweaty, sleepy and in obvious pleasure. She would mewl from time to time, her legs wriggling. Sometimes, not knowing how to contain herself, she’d be louder and more expressive, and he’d savour it as if this were to never occur again—despite that initial thought, he was confident she’d want him to come to her room at dusk.
Silco’s pace quickened as his hesitance left him, and his fingers stroked her clit. Overwhelmed, Jinx wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her and joined their lips together.
“F-Feels good,” she moaned in between the kisses. “I’m close, Dad…”
Silco was glad she was the one to come first. The way she stilled against him with a tight embrace around him made him groan. She made lots of whimpering sounds right next to his ear that reminded him of a vulnerable and hurt animal. And she wouldn’t stop calling him ‘Dad’.
“Yes, sweetheart, I’m here.” Silco hugged Jinx as her breath calmed, eventually laying down on his back with her on his chest. He ran his fingers soothingly through her hair and got back to thrusting. He needed to come, or he’d go crazy from lust.
Jinx’s nails almost dug into his shoulders as he fucked her back again so early after her orgasm—her first orgasm during sex—a real one. The emotions and sensations still weren’t down, and that feeling of overstimulation made her bite him and whimper, not to mention this odd position and the harsh way he held her hips. But she couldn’t deny how good it felt.
“Dad,” she let out feebly.
Silco turned his attention back to her and smirked. He kissed her forehead and wiped the one tear spilling down her cheek with his thumb.
“What is it, Jinx?” he asked quietly, playfully raising his brow.
“Nothing…”
Jinx buried her face in his chest. Silco snorted and pulled out of her, letting her lie on her side. He took her hand in his and guided it to his cock. He assisted her with wrapping her fingers around it and showed her how to move. His nose was pressed to the crown of her head, inhaling the familiar scent of her hair and body.
“Just like that,” Silco murmured. “Just like that…”
And his sweet girl tried her best to make him come. He closed his eyes, hummed, and concentrated on that feeling—on the way how lean yet small her fingers were compared to his own, on how soft and smooth her palm was, not used to wielding a pickaxe the way his palms were.
Silco caressed her arm and held her close until he finally came. When it was all over, he personally washed her beautiful, dirtied hand himself and helped her back into her pyjamas. He didn’t forget about tucking her in, either—he made sure Jinx was warm and comfortable under the colourful duvet.
“Go to sleep now,” he said.
When Silco was about to stand up, she quickly grabbed his sleeve.
“You won’t stay and sleep here with me?”
He could never say no to her when she looked at him like that.