<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/ChristopherTaylor2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Christopher Taylor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Taylor Cabin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mina, Paige<br/><br/>The situation was surreal.  It was happening to someone else.  It had to be.  Everything about this was wrong, wrong, wrong, and yet Chris couldn't bring himself to condemn it.<br/><br/>Mina, as usual, was the instigator; whereas Paige seemed to share his discomfort, shame, and embarrassment.   "Dad I...Mina and I have been doing this for some time...sorry," she said, in her sweet voice.<br/><br/>Her father shook his head. "It's okay, baby.  I know.  It's okay."  What could he say?  That it<em>wasn't</em>okay?  That he was angry? Upset?  It would have been a lie.  Many emotions warred in Chris' head, but being upset at Paige was<em>not</em>one of them.  She was too innocent.  She didn't know what she was doing.  It wasn't her fault.  This was<em>his</em>fault, somehow, he just knew it.  The cancer hadn't been his fault either, but it had taken their mother away from the girls.  Perhaps he had been too detached, isolating himself too much and too often in his grief.  He hadn't been there for his daughters, and in their loneliness and burgeoning adolescence had turned to each other to sate their developing hormonal desires.   This was his fault.   Things had gotten so...twisted, so fucked up, he had no idea how they would ever return to a normal life again.  He felt shame and guilt like he had never felt shame and guilt before.<br/><br/>And Mina...if Paige was the virtuous virgin, Mina was the wanton seductress.  Before he could react, the redhead's hands were already working at his belt and zipper.<em>Mina, what are you doing?</em>he thought, but he did not stop her.  Oh God, he did not stop her.  He watched her, shellshocked, as she pulled his belt free and then started on his zipper.<br/><br/>Christopher Taylor was a firefighter by profession, and he had a firefighter's build.  There wasn't a trace of fat to be found anywhere on his body, even despite being in his forties. His stomach was a chiseled six-pack of muscle beneath his shirt, and his package was...  well, it had always been more than enough to keep his wife satisfied. As his pants fell to pool around his ankles, Mina could see the bulge already starting to swell beneath his boxer shorts.<br/><br/>The problem was that even though his mind recoiled in horror at the situation, his body screamed<em>yes yes yes</em>.  It had been two long years since he'd last gotten laid, and his daughters were spitting images of their mother.  He wanted to dip his wick in Paige's innocence and then let Mina ride him until she was sore.  Something told him that  he should spank her and pull her hair just for good measure.  Something told him that she wanted that very much.<br/><br/>He turned back to Mina.  Even though he said nothing, she saw, in his eyes, everything that she wanted.   Her father couldn't connect with her emotionally.  But, perhaps, he could at least connect with her physically.