Homelands Pt. 05 Ch. 03

Her father had this creepy, sexy, intoxicating intensity. He gave off the same vibe as all the guys who'd really gotten her juices flowing. Forbidden fruit, made flesh. And not just because he was her father.

Best of all, he wasn't interested in her mothers or her sisters. Only Annie.

"Now's not a good time," she said.

The moment the words left her lips, she prayed that he didn't pay them any mind.

But of course he wouldn't. Her father was not the kind of man who was easily dissuaded when he wanted something. What he desired, he got. And he desired her. She could make a show of discouraging him, but soon or later, he would have her.

As well he should.

"Why's that?" he asked, with a knowing twinkle in his eye.

"Well," Annie said, playing with her hair. "I'm kinda busy. You know, fucking my grandfather. The way teenage girls do when they're bored."

"I see," he said, pointedly looking around the empty bathroom.

"You know what I mean," Annie said, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, I should really be getting back to him-"

"Veronica can keep Randy busy."

Her breath caught. "How long have you been out there?"

Her father didn't reply.

Had he watched her flirting with her grandfather while he taught her how to fish? Was he standing out here, alone, not making a sound, while they ate dinner? Did any of the others know about their peeping Tom?

It made her feel dirty. Violated. Yet, even though she knew that she should have been upset, her father's words got her poor pussy aching even worse than it had been. She couldn't have been any wetter.

Her fathers was watching over her.

She knew that wasn't the way it was, of course. But the truth was pretty much just as good. Less comforting, but more exciting. He wasn't watching over her, so much as pursuing her. He'd set sights on her, and there was nothing he'd stop at until he'd conquered her. Here he was, powerful as shit, with eyes that could wet any girl's panties, capable of claiming any woman alive as his own, and it was Annie that he went to all this effort for. He had better things to do with his time than stand outside her grandparents' cabin, waiting for a moment when she was alone. At least, he should have. But apparently, she was worth it.

"Gimme some room," Annie said, waving him back.

He did as she requested.

Annie tilted her head down and closed her eyes. She pictured herself in ruby red heels, black stockings and a matching garter belt, lacy red panties, and a flimsy black babydoll with a red ribbon between her breasts. When she opened her eyes again, that was what she was wearing. Smiling to herself, she grabbed the sill and hoisted herself up. She even managed to slip out the window relatively gracefully.