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Click hereHow could I have confused the two women, one who I saw every day and the other who had walked out on us eleven years earlier? Really, it takes a special kind of stupid to do something like that. I had fucked my daughter in my own bed, and while one part of my mind told me that it was good, the Annie's Dad part of me wanted to take me out the back and beat my fucking head in.
Just then Annie stirred next to me. "Dada? Are you still awake." She asked in a sleepy voice.
"Forgive me, darling, I've done a terrible thing. I'm going to go and sit downstairs for a while -- you stay there."
I dragged my Jedi dressing gown on and went down stairs, threw a log onto the wood-burner and started warming the room up a bit.
The soft scuff of bare feet on the flags at the foot of the stairs made me turn and I lost my breath again.
She was achingly beautiful, even with her newly cut hair, but still wearing her old dressing gown, rust-red with a deep collar.
She walked over and took my hand, wrapping it in hers and holding it below her chin.
"You did nothing wrong dada. Nothing at all." She told me, her voice quiet, but with a deep seriousness, the one that sometimes made me wonder which of us was the grown up. "This was always going to be -- you just never understood that."
"I've always loved you, dada, loved you for the way you loved me, for working hard to clothe me and feed me, for your stories and walking me to school, for looking after me when I was ill. And when mum left I knew I would have to look after you as well. I knew you'd need me. I made it my job to look after you, dada, the way you looked after me.
"I had an idea for a trick or treat, I was going to spook you by doing the mum-thing down the field. But as I worked out the details and as I was doing it I realised that there was still a big hole in your life, and it was a hole I needed to fill.
"Dada -- I realised I loved you like woman loves a man, and, and -- well you know the rest.
"I never meant to shock you, dada, I promise but something happened. You, me, something happened to both of us tonight. And what it means is I'm your woman now, dada, like mum was, now I am."
And I knew looking back at all of the last eleven years that she was saying was true. I was lost and I knew it. And being honest with myself, I didn't care. We had grown up as friends, relying on each other, now that friendship had just become so much deeper.
"How? How did you know all of the details like the shoes and the dark eyes?" I asked her.
"Oh dada!" She smiled "You drew nothing else when mum first came here, I took it all from your drawings."
"We're going to have to be so careful Annie_" I started but she just laid a finger on my lips, gently telling me to shut up. Then she stood up and walked to the still open door at the foot of the stairs.
Looking back at me, she held her hand out, "Come to bed dada, we can talk about the future tomorrow."
I stood up, and walked towards her. "Promise one thing my lovely girl," I asked. "You'll grow your beautiful hair back, won't you?"
"Okay dada," she smiled, and turned went up the stairs.
"And does he still love me?"
"Do you still love him, mum?"
"Oh yes! So very much. Tell me he still loves me?"
"He does."
"But?"
"'But'?"
"There was an unspoken 'but'_"
"I suppose there was. Perhaps I should have said, yes mum, he does still love you, but more importantly I love him and he loves me. Dada is mine now mum."
- COMMENTS
scipioparkins3 months agoAuthor"This story needs part 2."
I agree.
However it was originally written for a Hallowe'en contest so had to be a stand-alone. And to be honest, I don't want to muck about with it because I like it as it is.
I have had ideas about the world where it's set, several in fact, but nothing that works the way I want it to.
So may be not a part 2 but possibly a 'spin-off'.
Aussie19518 months agoFoxterot7a your comments were spot on. Plus I thought the ending was brilliant. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Foxterot7aover 1 year agoThis is probably the most emotionally sensual love story (incestuous or not) that I have ever read. For such a short story, I can not believe the author's ability to so deeply develop and describe the father's love, spiritual and emotional connection to his "wife" and his daughter. Putting myself in "Dada's" place when he realized he had just made love to his daughter, I honestly felt the initial betrayal of trust, heart break and horror of the magnatude of his error. To psychologically and emotionally need and love someone so such that the mind accepts that the "wife" has returned is beyond my comprehension, unfortunately. 5 star story written by truly talented author.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoDr beulahthemick; Well, I started with `Rogeringham' a few days ago and since then have read all of your postings and I must say I have been most impressed, but in my mind this quite short story, far, far outstrips all of them. You, sir are a very talented and imaginative author and I for one would certainly purchase anything written by you, well done. 5 stars naturally.
Eric_Shiftover 5 years agoSo much in so little.
Simply beautiful writing.
Thank you so much for this.
TJSkywindover 5 years agoSince you didn't italicize or add an extra space, a break marker for when your intro ends is always nice. Mentioning Dan lived with his daughter before she was even a gleam was premature and confusing to a decent short description of his life and relationship with his kin and neighbors. On the whole I enjoyed it immensely. I thought italicizing Lara's speech to Annie at the end wouldn't have been amiss, adding to emphasis to Lara's disembodied inquiry to her daughter for Dan to hear. Taking place on Samhain, it was perfectly in line with what had happened before.
Dan's caution and Lara's promise to do no harm was spot on. Mayhaps she was a gentry or even noble seelie fay of the Tylwyth Teg? Though the Tylwyth Teg and Aos Sí were less clearly divided between light and fell.
All women have a bit of the Glamour about them, and being half-fay, Annie used her greater share of the craft to enchant Dan to seeing what he wanted to see until the deed was done. That, too, was well done.
The late Katherine Briggs may have been shocked at the tale, it also is in line with the deeper, earthier tales of faerie she wrote about where humans were casually enslaved or murdered on a twisted whim or perceived slight. Some hold that the fay view family ties so strongly that incest is anathema. Others say that to such long-lived beings, kinship is just a bit of extra emotional tangle to enhance the sex after hundreds of years of casual coupling, because being so long lived they feel nothing too deeply or strongly (a defense to keep them being overwhelmed and going mad from too much life experience). Those of the unseelie tribes would no doubt concur that siblings are more trustworthy and bed games are a nice reward for family loyalty.
Faerie were known to kidnap mortals for their processions to visit their neighbors or vassals, but more often for their rades where they played ball games or fought battles, and needed a human, or rather the blood of a human to ensure victory over their rivals. The poor human often perished at the rougher, oft crueler hands of their hosts. If you don't believe in the fay, it was a way perhaps for humans to explain the discovery of battered bodies of strangers discovered in fields and woods. Villages tended to be insular and self-supporting, and it was common for someone to live their entire life within a dozen miles of where they were birthed. But I digress.
Excellent story. With Dan being so famous, though, makes any children problematic. Thank you for sharing. 5* Slainté
