Reconnecting

Chapter I - Part X

(WARNING: Do not read if you're sensitive to taboos such as incest and forbidden relationships)

Soleil spent very little time in the shower, rinsing as quickly as possible before toweling off and returning to her room. And her second streak across the hallway was given significantly less regard as the toll of her day was beginning to drag her down.

In her room, she simply flopped down onto the bed with a groan. Her hair was still wet and her body lightly glistened from her hasty and neglectful toweling. She stared blankly up at the ceiling, only now more deeply considering the private little mess she was.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it," she hissed quietly as she placed her hands upon her face and dragged them downward. "He's your dad."

It felt much colder now.

She sighed and sat back up, returning to her backpack to rummage around for her pajamas again. When she didn't find them, she simply resorted to dumping the whole thing out onto the bed.

Eventually, she did find them. It just took way too long. They were tucked away in one of the inner pockets with some granola bars. Those she tossed aside in annoyance and regarded the two crumpled articles of clothing.

They were made of a thin, satin material and, as she slipped them on over a pair of lacy black panties, she began to realize the foley of this choice - it was going to be fucking cold tonight.

She was, however, resolute that she was going to make this work. And, shortly after she had nestled herself down beneath the fluffy comforter, she began to easily drift off to sleep.

Much later into the night, she was gently awakened by the sound of her door opening. She didn't roll over to look. She just knew.

It was Deveraux.

The mattress gave slightly as he climbed across the bed to her, his warmth already radiating against her as he slipped beneath the blankets and maneuvered himself to hold her from behind.

Soleil's eyes were wide in the darkness and her body trembled with the excitement of her father's muscular frame pressed against her. It all felt so natural and right.

"Dad," her sleepy voice greeted him in the dark.

Deveraux said nothing in response as he simply spooned her. It was only when his hand moved ever so slightly to rest upon her hip that he finally spoke.

"I couldn't sleep," his voice came out, the timber of it causing her to shiver. His thumb made soft, little circles over the smooth material of her satin bottoms.

"Oh?" she returned, trying not to choke on her own words as she swallowed hard. "You couldn't?"

"Not at all," he whispered, his lips coming so close to the back of her neck that she felt his breath there.

The room was lit only by by the dimmest ray of moonlight that filtered down through the canopy of trees outside and through the window. It wasn't much, but the soft, blue light was enough for her to see his wandering hand sneak around her hip to find the hem of her shirt.

His fingers caught the fabric between them and he toyed with it for only moment before venturing beneath.

Soleil's world was spinning, her body reacting in ways that was far too inappropriate for their familial connection. Yet, she could do nothing to stop it.

In some feral instinct, she pressed back against him and easily felt his manhood there.

And Deveraux waited no longer. His hand moved swiftly beneath her shirt and traveled the map of her soft, smooth skin and to his intended destination. He caught her subtle breasts in his palm, giving her the softest squeeze as he attempted to pull her even closer to him.

Soleil gasped as he made his move and, as his lips connected hungrily against the back of her neck, her eyes flew open.

It was morning.

As she lay there, her breaths shallow and her eyes blinking up at the ceiling, she found herself distinctly not with her father. Instead, she was laying alone in bed with the rapidly dissipating ghost of his beard tingling against her neck and his touch upon her breast.

The smell of bacon wafted through the air.