Dear Diary Ch. 06

She described how her mother felt through all this, isolated and alone, how she felt she couldn't tell him due to his temper. Marie told her everything her mother had tried to stop them, but they blew off every restraint she placed on them. Marie did tell him that yes it turned her mother on to view them at times but that she didn't like the over all acts they were doing, that she couldn't control how her body reacted. Marie told him that their mother was very depressed, that she probably needed to see a therapist to get herself back to normal. Marie told him she couldn't believe how down and out her mother was and she described her confrontation with her siblings and her slapping Peter. Michael smiled at that, wishing he could she his eldest daughter doing that. Marie told him that the others were going to continue no matter what anyone did or told them, and that her mother was not to blame.

"Not to blame...Marie she let them have sex..." Michael broke in finally.

"She never LET them do anything. She tried to stop them but they wouldn't dad. And I know she should have told you as soon as thing's started and I told her the same thing, but other then a slip in judgment in that, she really didn't do anything wrong." Marie told him, knowing she was lying, but again it was to protect her brother and her mother. Marie knew that her mom had fucked up by not telling their father as soon as Peter started fondling her but Marie knew that even that would've probably gotten Peter tossed out. Marie could deal with that, but her mother didn't want that to occur, so Marie supported her decision...as messed up as it was.

"So she says, but I can feel that something isn't being said, she hiding something I know it. I mean how they can have sex and your mother not tell me!" He said, trying to put his feeling into words, unable to fully comprehend his own thoughts, much less the what was going on really.

"Dad, you have to trust me, I'm not saying she an angel, but she didn't let them have sex. She did try and stop them. They royally screwed with her head! I mean dad, I'm serious, she's going to need help in the future or she might get worse. You have no idea how guilty she feels and how they screwed with her." Marie pleaded with her father to listen to her. He did look thoughtful as he listened.

"Ok fine, so she's blameless?" He asked her in sarcasm. Marie frowned at him.

"For the most part yes. Other then not tell you about it, yes. But seriously dad, granted you found out in the worst way possible, but if mom and the girl's hadn't stopped you, Peter would probably be dead or permanently disabled now. And it wasn't Peter behind it, it was Mary. I talked to her, she admits she set up everything, Peter just went along because he's a dumb horny teenage boy! Mary set it all up, and she set up that nice little bit the night you left!" Marie muttered at her father. Michael blushed and looked away at her mention of what Mary did to him.

"So you're mom told you that huh?" Michael asked her; not looking at her face, feeling hugely embarrassed talking about this to his daughter. Marie chuckled and he looked up at her.

"Yes dad, both mom and Mary talked to me about it. Mom didn't know anything about it before hand; in fact she was furious with Mary after you left. Mary told me she was sorry about it afterward." Marie told him, but she didn't say why Mary was sorry. Mary had told her she was sorry it hadn't worked, not that she had in fact given her father a blow-job. Marie thought she was very proud that she had. But she saw her father nod at what she said.

"Ok, maybe your mother didn't know or plan what happened that night, but...dammit Marie they shouldn't be having sex and I cant help but feel that if Susan had told me I could have done something about it to stop them!" Michael told her, feeling helpless and not liking the feeling.

"You couldn't have dad, not after they started. Oh sure they might have for a bit, but sooner or later they would have gotten back together, late at night or such when they wouldn't have been caught. Trust me...I know!" Marie said. She did in fact know, because Mary and Peter both had confided in her that they had already made plans after their mother had tried to put limits on what they did that if she told their father, they would sneak around, even do stuff away from the house if need be. Marie just shook her head.

Well maybe Marie, but it's a moot point now. The damage is done and it can't be repaired." He told her, his voice sounding old and tired. Marie's eye's teared up at what he said, and she moved toward him.

"Dad, you can't give up, give mom another chance. Please go back with me when I go Thursday?" She pleaded with him, kneeling before him, touching his knees as she looked at his face.

"Marie...let's not talk about it anymore, I'm tired. And hungry...I never ate. You called and I forgot about it." He told her and stood up, helping her up in the process.

"You're hungry now...after...fine." Marie said, turning away from him, still feeling emotional. He placed his hands on her arms, rubbing them.

"Come on sweetie, I'm tired and really don't want to discuss the subject more...maybe tomorrow ok? But I am hungry, seriously." He told her and she nodded after a few seconds. "You eat yet?" He asked her, and she shook her head after another pause. "Ok, good. You want pizza, I'll order." He asked her and she laughed.

"Yeah fine dad." She said ruefully, feeling morose and dispirited. She really had thought she could change his mind with words. She looked up and saw he was in the kitchenette looking into the small fridge the room had.

"Want one Marie?" He asked her, holding up a beer in his hand. She looked over at him and figured she might as well. She nodded.

"You know, you're contributing to a minor...I'm not twenty-one yet." She told him with a smile as she walked over and took the offered bottle. He grinned back at her.

"I know, I'm a horrible father. But you're twenty-one in like three months." He said, opening the bottle he had pulled out for himself. They both took swigs off their drinks and Marie went and sat down on one of the beds. She watched as her father ordered pizza over his phone and waited till he had finished.

"I know you were playing, but you're not a horrible father, you're a damn good one." She told him, feeling he should know and hear that from her. He looked at her seriously.

"Maybe, though I don't feel like it right now. I figure I screwed up somehow if the kids even want to do what they are doing now. I don't even know if leaving was right, but I just couldn't stay there. But I shouldn't talk about that, I said I didn't want to talk about it and I meant it." He threw in, just in case his words reopened the argument.

"I know, but you know mom feels the exact same way...that it's her fault. She doesn't blame you; she blames all herself...not even the others." She told him as she drank. He nodded, but remained silent, not wanting to comment and start the discussion again. Marie saw he didn't want to talk about it and didn't say more about it. She quickly downed her remaining beer in one chug and placed it on the table. Her father looked at her smiling.

"Had practice?" He asked her jokingly.

"Well you dollars at work, you know how college is...party school." She told him smiling. He laughed.

"I hope not. How is school going?" He asked her, hoping small talk would get their minds off their trouble.

"Good, I love it, and I only have one class that is causing me any trouble and that's because the teacher is an ass. I think she has a thing for me." She told him grinning and he chuckled, spilling his beer as he drank. "But I'll handle it. How's work?" She asked him, not wanting to talk over her school anymore with what was going on here at home. Michael guessed she was covering something up, but it was her business...she was an adult, even if she was his child.

"Is fine, though this past week...well, you know." He told her lamely. She looked at him seriously for a bit then laughed.

"Ok, intervention time. You wanna watch TV?" She asked him and he smiled and nodded. She reached the remote and tossed it too him. "Your room, you find a channel. Hey, got anything stronger?" She asked him, holding up her empty beer bottle.

"Yeah, though I didn't think you drank much." He replied as he walked to the kitchen and pulled down three partly filled bottles from the cupboard. "Your pick." He told her as she stood up and came closer.

"I didn't think YOU drank that much dad. Did you down this much from these in the last few days? They were new bottles weren't they?" She asked him, seeing each was at least half gone. He blushed as she looked at him, but he nodded.

"Yeah, I don't much, but after...everything I kind of happened, I felt I needed it. Helped me sleep, which I couldn't do afterward..." He confided in her. She moved over and embraced him.

"I'm sorry dad; I know all this really bothered you." She said as she hugged him. "Well, at least tonight, you're not drinking alone." She told him as she pulled back and grabbed up the bottle of vodka from the counter. "Grab your poison." She said as she took down two glasses and put ice in both of them. Her father poured Whiskey into one glass and followed it with soda he had in the fridge, and she poured herself straight vodka into hers. Marie sat on the bed while her father channel searched. When he found a movie he sat down as well on the other bed. By the time the pizza arrived they had both finished that drink and had another. After they had eaten they continued drinking until both of them were getting drowsy.

"Hate to break it up sweetie, but its getting late and I'm getting drunk. I need some sleep." He told her as he stood and stretched.

"That fine dad, me too. Dibs on the bathroom to change." She quickly said as she stood and grabbed her night bag, taking it with her to the bathroom.

"That fine, though I'll have to sleep in my pants, I didn't bring pajama's with me when I left." He told her, as she looked at her at the bathroom door.

"You've got underwear right? Wear those." She told him with a shrug as she looked back.

"I guess, though I feel a bit..." he started to say.

"Dad, I've seen you in your boxer's before, it's no big deal. Hell I normally sleep in the buff." She told him and she laughed at his expression.

"I hope you aren't..." He started and again was interrupted.

"Nope, I brought a nightie, your eyes are safe." She told him a she entered the bathroom, barely hearing his next comment.

"It's not my eyes I'm worried about." She heard him mutter as she closed the door. She grinned as she began to strip out of her clothes. Leaving on her panties, she threw on the only night wear she had, a sexy partly shear drape she had bout for her last boyfriend. It did cover her, though it was partly see-through and barely covered her hips. She glanced down and could see her breasts and nipples without much trouble through the material. She laughed softly, hoping she didn't give her father a heart attack. She then brushed her teeth and removed what little make-up she normally wore. After using the toilet, she picked up her bag and carried it out with her to the room. She glanced at her father just as he caught sight of her and her sleep wear.

"Holy Mollie Marie, you wearing that?" Her father asked her, his eyes glued to her for a minute until he realized he was actually looking at her....her barely shaded body. Seeing her panties and pointy nipples through her outfit, he looked away blushing.

"Well, it's either this or naked, I don't have anything else dad. It's all I have, even at school. It's not like you haven't seen me naked before dad!" She teased him.

"Yeah about ten years ago, Marie. There have been a few changes." He muttered as he again tried to look at her face...her face only, though he couldn't help but glimpse other parts of her momentarily.

"Well a few I guess." She said with a chuckle, but she walked in front of him and dropped her bag on the floor near the chair. Michael had to look away again, because when she bent over she exposed her covered ass to him. He thanked god she at least wore panties. "Your turn." She said as she stood and looked at him.

"Huh?" He asked, his mind wondering at the moment.

"To get ready in the bathroom. For sleep." She reminded him with a grin and he nodded.

"Yeah sure." He replied, and then realized something had come up in the last few minutes. "Yeah ok." He said as he tried to get up quickly, facing away from his daughter. He quickly entered the bathroom, but not before Marie caught a glimpse of what he was trying to hid from her. She had to stifle a laugh as he closed the bathroom door behind him. When he came out he notice her sitting up in the other bed, watching TV, but thankfully she had pulled the covers up and had hidden her breasts from view. He was glad his hard-on had shrunk back to normal, though it took a few minutes of him pinching his arm to do it. He entered the room wearing only his boxer shorts, and he quickly moved too and under the covers of his bed. Marie laughed at him softly.

"Dad you used to wear less to the beach or the pool." She told him as her laughter died but still smiling at her father.

"I know, but...I guess I must be getting prudish in my old age." He replied with a smile. He had been almost asleep before, especially after the alcohol consumption, but after seeing his daughter's skimpy bed wear he wasn't sure if he would be able to sleep anytime soon. He sighed, feeling restless now, but figured they should put out the light's before his daughter's covers dropped and he caught sight of her breasts again. "Light's off?" He asked her and she nodded, turning off the TV with the remote as she did. He reached over to the night stand switch and turned off the room lights.

"Oh damn! I better open the bathroom door so we can see if we need to go." Michael heard her daughter say aloud and he was about to offer to open the bathroom, when he noticed her shadow pass in front of his bed and saw her open the door turning the light on. He looked up as the light bathed her form, peering clearly though the thin veil covering her as she closed the door to a crack, but leaving him more then enough light to still see her in full glory as she walked back to her bed. "I usually have to pee in the night, and I wouldn't want to trip in the dark." She told him as she dove under the covers again.

"Uh ok." He muttered aloud, he figure still burned into his eyes. His erection had returned in full force and he knew it wouldn't be easy getting to sleep for sure. "Shit!" He murmured softly to himself in frustration.

"What was that daddy?" He heard her ask from the other bed.

"Nothing honey...nothing." Was all he replied, as he looked up at the ceiling. After a few minutes and his erection persisted, he considered masturbating under the covers to relieve the stress; it had been over a week after all, since he had sex with Susan, and he was very sexually charged after seeing his almost completely nude daughter. But he rejected the thought, feeling uncomfortable doing that with her in the room and he knew she might hear what he was doing. For the next hour he tossed and turned, and finally after his erection subsided he felt himself slipping into sleep. It was a minor shock when minutes later, he felt the cover pulled back and another person slide into the bed near him.

"Daddy...dad...I couldn't sleep, can I try and sleep with you. Maybe that will help me sleep..." He heard his daughter talking as if through a fog. He woke up enough to see she was actually in bed with him, mere inches from his face.

"What sweetie...you can't sleep. Umm, I guess so." He said, trying to find that nice tired place he had just left. He felt a soft kiss on his cheek as she slid into the bed fully.

"Thanks dad." Was all she said as she tucked the covers around herself. She smiled as she looked at her almost sleeping father. She moved her legs in bed, warming the sheets to her body warmth. She also felt her juices rub between her legs as she did, her pussy oozing heavily after the past hour's worth of thoughts that had been going through her young head. After the light's went out she wasn't sure if she wanted to go through with her earlier thought of changing her father's mind, but the longer her mind turned over the idea of having sex with him, the hotter she became. She had long ago discarded her panties in her bed, working herself into a complete mess as she worked her fingers through her slit, teasing herself as she worked her courage up to do what she figured she had too. She was surprised the heady scent in the room hadn't brought her father to full wakefulness.

She grinned nervously as she moved both of her hands, one between her own legs and the other very slowly and gently to the front of her father's shorts. Over the period of the ten or fifteen minutes she slowly and ever so softly rubbed the tip's of her finger over the ever expanding growth in her father's boxers. At every movement of his, she stopped for a few seconds to make sure he stayed asleep for the present. Then even more slowly she moved the opening in his boxers so that suddenly his erection popped free of its confinement and she had to stifle a gasp of surprise. Marie smiled as she brought her hand from between her legs, almost dripping with her juices, and brought it up and softly rubbed her wetness over her father's lips. She paused when he moved his head slightly on the pillow.

Marie then slowly moved herself forward, opening her legs as she pulled close to her father's body. She could feel his body heat as she pulled to within inches of him. Using her hand she brought his engorged cock up and touched it to her soaking pussy lips. Then centimeter by centimeter, she worked her hips forward, thrusting herself onto the pole before her. She gave soft muffled gasps with each micro thrust, biting her lip as she fought to not cry out. But just as she was getting nearing fully impaled, her body betrayed her and she started to orgasm.

"OH no...oh god...uuuhhhhh godddd....AAHHHHHHH!" She muttered out trying to muffle her cries with her arm over her mouth but she saw her father as she came groggily awake.

"What's going on?" He asked to no one in particular, unsure of even where he was for a second. Marie acted quickly when he opened his eyes and looked into her face only inches away. She pushed her body onto his, forcing him over onto his back and she rode over with him as he turned, impaled the whole time, only now deeply so as her weight bore down on his. He came fully awake now with her movement and she saw understanding on his face in the half light from the open bathroom. "Jesus Marie, you have to stop!" He croaked out as he looked up in shock.

"No way daddy!" Was all she told him as she clamped her legs to his and quickly worked her arms around his back just incase her tried to shake her off. She kept up a very agonizingly slow shifting of her hips to keep his cock working back and forth inside her pussy.

"Marie, this isn't right! Stop it...please sweetie!" He begged her, feeling the huge pleasure her tight pussy was working on him. "Marie for god's sake stop!" he asked her again, this time moving his hands to her hips to try and move her off him. She hunkered down, burying his cock even deeper inside herself as she did, and griping his back in a death grip. She had her face next to his now and moved it in and started to lick and nibble his neck. She heard him moan loudly at her actions and she grinned as she kept up her assault. "Marie...please stop." She heard him ask her weakly and knew he was giving in.

"Nuh-uh, daddy. I'm gonna ride your cock until you cum, but I won't let you for a long time." She told him, then began nibbling and licking his ear as she continued her slow but steady grinding onto his engorged cock. She pulled her face back and looked into his face. "I love you daddy!" she told him and before he could respond she kissed him deeply, her tongue invading his mouth, surprising him. But Marie felt him return the motion a few seconds later and their tongues entwined for minutes after that. While they were kissing, Marie felt her father's body relax and the hands that were trying to remove her now cupped her ass, squeezing them together. She then felt soft thrusts upward coming from his hips to meet hers. She broke the kiss and looked into his face with a grin. "You fucking me daddy?" She asked him, and he looked shocked for a second before it dawned on him that he was fucking her back.