"Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, & Carlissa)
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				Title: <strong>"Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 13:40:05</strong>
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				Paul Fisher knew that he should feel bad, or wrong, or dirty for what was happening.&nbsp; After all, his seventeen year-old daughter was performing a strip show for his benefit, and that would be only the start of their evening.&nbsp; He'd been sleeping with her for almost a year, after all.&nbsp; He'd felt his guilt.&nbsp; He'd even felt guilty about no longer feeling guilty.&nbsp; Now... he'd gone past all of that.&nbsp; Now he just looked at his little girl's pouty lips and recalled how good it felt to see them covered in lipstick, surrounding his cock.&nbsp; He saw her long legs and he remembered kissing all the way from her toes to her sex, on both sides, caressing and exploring and loving every inch of them before devouring her fresh, clean cunt to drive her to one of the most potent orgasms of her young life.<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>And what was the harm?&nbsp; She certainly didn't seem to love him any less for the time they spent together.&nbsp; Indeed, if anything she was more compliant, more willing to stay in and do homework rather than go out drinking if she knew that daddy would reward her for good work.&nbsp; How many other girls could guarantee that they'd cum at least three times for getting an 'A' on their report card?&nbsp; How many other fathers knew that they could spank their daughter hard, even using bindings and gags if needed, when she misbehaved?&nbsp; It had certainly changed their relationship, but rather than blurring the lines of parent and child, it had served to strengthen them in rather non-standard ways.&nbsp; And what was the alternative?&nbsp; Paul knew the troubles the Andrew Harper had with his girl, Angelica.&nbsp; There was nothing like that in his home.<br><br>Still, no matter the other virtues of the situation, there was the one overwhelming positive that remained: Paul was sleeping with a beautiful, willing, and affectionate girl.&nbsp; The fact alone made him wrench his mind away from his over-thinking of the situation that had developed between he and his daughter, and focus instead on the show that she was putting on.&nbsp; "That's it, baby.&nbsp; You've got such beautiful legs.&nbsp; Why don't you turn around again so that daddy can look at how nice they are in that thong and heels?", he asked her as she danced at his request.&nbsp; This wasn't really reward or punishment.&nbsp; This was just something they shared, between the two of them.&nbsp; Besides which, she knew well that he wouldn't be able to keep his tongue off her when she'd finally removed the last scraps of clothing from her body.&nbsp; And she did seem to enjoy that so...</td><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr48/ArchermonkeyGames/NEWIO3A1223-393x255.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 17:13:06</strong>
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				Celeste danced for her father, swaying her hips and turning to show her backside to him as she bent over and ran her fingers up her legs and hooked her fingers in the waistband of the thong.&nbsp; She would gladly dance for her father when he asked, knowing how it put a smile across his face.&nbsp; And the way his voice would dip huskily as he appreciated her body, put a smile on hers.<br><br>It'd started almost a year ago.&nbsp; Paul had seemed so lonely and Celeste couldn't stand to see him that way.&nbsp; She wanted her father happy.&nbsp; After what their mother had put him through, he deserved it.&nbsp; But no matter what happened, it seemed that he was determined to pull away from the world.&nbsp; And it broke her heart.&nbsp; So Celeste took matters into her own hands.<br><br>She knew that some of the other kids at school thought she was a geek or a dork for not wanting to hang out with them and choosing to go home right away.&nbsp; And she knew what some of them did with their time.&nbsp; She rather spend it at home with her father, doing as he asked and receiving the pleasures of his lessons.<br><br>As Paul asked her to again show off her legs, Celeste gave him a small little smile and moved towards him and turned, getting down on all fours and lifting her butt in the air, while she stretched her hands out in front of her and slid along the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 17:31:57</strong>
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				"Mmmm.&nbsp; Baby, you're so damn sexy," Paul told Celeste, his breath holding for just a second at the promise implied when the girl tucked her thumbs into her thong.&nbsp; Some time soon it would come down.&nbsp; Paul had long since become ready for his daughter in a purely physical sense, but he felt no need to rush the show she was intent on giving him.&nbsp; Still, it was almost ironic.&nbsp; As the years had slowly passed, he'd needed more and more foreplay to grow hard for his wife.&nbsp; He'd thought that it was him, and his age catching up to him.&nbsp; It couldn't be though, not now that he'd had another example to judge by.&nbsp; Sometimes all Celeste needed to do was smile, and he'd want her.&nbsp; Those times he had to struggle with himself not to just throw her over a handy surface and take her there and then.&nbsp; Mostly he was able to fight off that impulse.&nbsp; Mostly.&nbsp; He hadn't succumbed in public yet, though long ago he'd realised that always having a condom on hand wasn't going to be practical.&nbsp; And so it was that he'd encouraged his little girl to go on birth control.&nbsp; Better that than an accident.<br><br>He watched with heavy-lidded eyes, an expression on his face somewhere between ecstasy and agony at the teasing sight before him.&nbsp; It was already painful trying to hold himself away in the trousers he'd worn all day, but he didn't want to unzip to relieve the pressure.&nbsp; That would be a job for his little girl.&nbsp; "Now I want to see you take off that thong, Celeste.&nbsp; Slowly, like I taught you.&nbsp; And then, when you're ready to stop dancing, Daddy's got a surprise for you, for being such a good girl.&nbsp; You remember where Daddy keeps the lollipops, don't you, baby?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 17:40:11</strong>
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				Looking over her shoulder, Celeste smiled and nodded at her daddy and then tucked her limbs in and rolled to her back.&nbsp; She&nbsp; hooked her thumbs in the thong and wiggled it down slowly over her hips, lifting her ass and raising her legs in the air as she reached up to pull them off.&nbsp; She knew how her father loved to watch her undress and she wanted to please him.&nbsp; Once the thong was off, she spread her legs just a little, teasing her father as she bared herself to him so he could see just how much she wanted him too.<br><br>Celeste sat up and licked her lips, looking up at her father and then leaned forward, her legs straddling his and her arms resting on his knees.<br><br>"I know what lollipop I want, daddy..."<br><br>She opened his fly with her mouth, working the zipper with her teeth.&nbsp; As his pants opened and his member sprang free, Celeste turned her cheek and nuzzled against it, brushing her lips over his straining tip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 17:58:45</strong>
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				Utterly transfixed by his daughter's show, Paul stare in rapt, mute attention as his little girl lowered the thong she wore, revealing the tiny bit of forbidden flesh it had heretofore concealed.&nbsp; A soft sigh came from his thoughtlessly-parted lips at her shifting of her feet, as he saw her labia come apart just a little, glistening in the artificial light of the bedside lamps with her clear and reciprocated desire for him.&nbsp; He wanted to speak, to compliment her, to tell her how good she was to her father, but she already knew it all, and his breath caught in his throat, anyway.<br><br>When Celeste finally moved to take him from his trousers, Paul leaned back a little, allowing her freer access to his body and the hooks and other implements of his clothing.&nbsp; Her teeth took his fly and slowly, teasingly lowered the zip as his erection strained directly against it, and the surrounding material.&nbsp; Once the zipper was loosed even Paul was a little surprised to find his cock had wound its own way through his boxer fly, apparently at least as eager for Celeste's touch as he himself was.&nbsp; A soft shudder came from him when her smooth cheek slid along his straining skin, and her lips at the head of his seven inches were enough to make his hips roll forward, even while he struggled to keep them in contact with the bed.&nbsp; "You've been a good girl, Celeste, putting on a nice show for Daddy.&nbsp; You can have your lollipop now," he said, at once giving her permission and subtly imploring her to continue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 18:08:35</strong>
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				Getting up on her knees to give her better access, Celeste took his tip between her lips and started to lick and suck at his member as if it were a lollipop.&nbsp; Her daddy had taught her just what he liked and how to suckle to bring him the most pleasure and she made sure to use every trick at her disposal.<br><br>There was something about hearing her father's pleasured groans and gasps that made Celeste even hotter and drove her desire to spike.&nbsp; As her head bobbed up and down along his shaft, she straddled one of his feet, grinding her sex against the top of his boot, arching and rocking her hips to feel the leather move against her slit.<br><br>Pulling back for a moment, she licked the underside of his cock and then smiled up at her father.<br><br>"Mmm... daddy... I like this flavor..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 18:22:38</strong>
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				The moment her lips touched his length with such intent, Celeste was rewarded with a short moan of her father's delight.&nbsp; More and more moans followed, and sighs of pleasure.&nbsp; That he was enjoying the treatment was undeniable.&nbsp; The real question was how he'd managed to wait all day for her to get home so that they could take their time together.&nbsp; The sounds shifted in tenor just a touch when she met his foot with her sex, wantonly grinding her wetness against the rough ridges of leather.&nbsp; Paul wondered briefly if he'd be horrified to see his daughter behaving so with another man.&nbsp; Quite probably he would.&nbsp; But with him, it was all a part of the way he loved her, and she him, and the way that they could both express themselves with perfect carnality in the context of that love.&nbsp; He'd never had a better relationship than this.<br><br>He couldn't help but smile at the innocence she managed to convey, even while she held his shaft with one hand, her saliva coating his cock and her sex grinding against his boot.&nbsp; It truly was a decadent, perfect image.&nbsp; "That's good, baby.&nbsp; I think it likes you, too," he told her with a grin, even as he spontaneously raised his hand to her face, stroking her cheek gently with his fingertips.&nbsp; There was a time when he'd almost forgotten how to smile, let alone doing it with such frequency and ease as Celeste had learned to elicit from him with her desirability, and her ability to make him feel desirable again, after all that had happened with her mother, his ex-wife.&nbsp; It was amazing, he knew, that any girl so beautiful would want a man of his age.&nbsp; That it was his own daughter only seemed to make their bond closer.&nbsp; What's more, there was an undeniable thrill in the taboo; the thought alone made his cock twitch just a little before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 18:31:10</strong>
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				Rubbing her lips over his tip, she licked the wetness his member left behind and then took him hungrily into her mouth.&nbsp; She moaned and whimpered as he raised the toe of his boot, pressing it more firmly against her sex.&nbsp; Twisting her head, she took as much of his length as she could and moved her head and her hand in sync.<br><br>Celeste loved her father with all her heart and being able to bring him this kind of happiness was just another facet to that love.&nbsp; She didn't think that it was wrong at all.&nbsp; Because with her father she was safe and he would always take care of her.<br><br>Her head moved faster and she looked up at Paul with desire filled eyes, enjoying everything that he did to her and how she could illicit the same reactions from him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 23:35:34</strong>
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				The girl was rewarded with a deep and sudden groan for her efforts.&nbsp; As her lips descended down over his length once more, Paul was compelled again to watch, to drink in the sight of Celeste's devotion as she took as much of his length as she was able.&nbsp; On another day, if she had to be punished, he might try to push those limits a little, but for now his Celeste had been a good girl - a very good girl indeed - and so this time was for the intimacy they could share, and the pleasure they could grant to one another.&nbsp; As he was reminded of this fact by a glorious lashing of her tongue across the lower side of his shaft, Paul struggled to gain enough focus that he could return a little of the favour.&nbsp; His left foot, upon which Celeste was straddled so boldly, began to shift just slightly, moving back and forth by perhaps a quarter of an inch.<br><br>When she looked up at him, it was impossible not to see the look of plain passion in his daughter's eyes, even while his length was sucked faster and harder past her perfect lips.&nbsp; Paul's hand came to her head, and he began to stroke her scalp affectionately.&nbsp; "That's it, baby.&nbsp; You're so good to Daddy.&nbsp; You're such a good girl, a perfect girl.&nbsp; You make Daddy so happy when you show him that you love him like this, baby."&nbsp; Even as his words spilled from his mouth, the subtle and now-familiar flavour of his pre-cum entered Celeste's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 01:57:13</strong>
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				Carlie slowly moved her hair bush down her long, wavy Blondie hair, looking it the mirror at her reflection. Her father had always told her that she looked like her mother when she was her age, only with a cuter, more child like face. Carlie's beautiful blue eyes matched her wavy Blondie hair perfectly, both inherited by her mother. But Carile hated this. She had to be the one cursed with the looks of her evil, cheating, mother. The one who broke her father's heart. She tried to turn her and her sister away from him, but the two girls knew well who was the real culprit. Of course, the signs were obvious. Her mother seemed fine with the divorce. Her father became depressed. He stooped smiling. It seemed that he completely broke off from life. Carlie prayed every night, hoping that something would bring her father back. And luckily, something did.<br><br>Carlie put own the brush, and stood up. But before she walked away from the mirror, she looked at her breasts. Her big, juicy breasts. They were very large for her age. Large for a grown woman, even. She had bigger breasts than her older sister, who was more than a year older than her. But her sister had better legs. Not that Carlie had bad legs, but since Celeste was two heads taller than she, it figured. Still, they were both equally attractive in their own way. Carlie's boobs, and Celeste's legs. Or at least, that was visible. Who knew what Celeste's vagina looked like? Was it small, big, hairy, shaven? Carlie had no idea. Sure, she shaved her pubic hair, but did her sister?<br><br>Carlie walked out of her room, and into the kitchen. She at least suspected to see her father there, but no one was in the room besides herself. Carlie walked into the study, but no one was in there, either. Where was everybody? Celeste wasn't in their bedroom, and her father wasn't in the kitchen or study. Where were they? Maybe somewhere upstairs? Maybe father was helping Celeste with something? Carlie shrugged, and decided to go look. She walked over to the stairs, and gently put one foot in front of the other. She stopped when she began to hear sounds. Strange sounds, like moaning. It was too soft to hear clearly. What was going on?<br><br>Carlie walked slowly and quietly up the stairs. The moaning got louder and louder. She heard her father, but the other sounds were to quiet. What was going on? Was father sick? When Carlie reached the top of the stairs, she tip toed to her father's bedroom door. There was two people in the room, her father and someone else. A woman! Did father find a woman to replace father? Carlie started to shake, and nervousness and a deep sadness filled her large chest. Maybe it was a porno?<br><br>Carlie put her hand on the doornob, and slowly and quietly opened the door. What she saw was definitely not a porno. It was her sister, sucking on her father's dick. Carlie gasped quietly, and her eyes grew wide with horror. Her sister was having incest with her father! This was terrifying! Carlie felt like she was going to throw up!<br><br>And what her father said afterwards made Carlie snap.<br><br>He said that Celeste was a good girl. A PERFECT girl! The way he said his words to her, how she made him so happy, made Carlie fill with sadness and sorrow. It sounded like...that father loved Celeste more than he loved her. He said that she was the perfect girl for him. What about Carlie? Her eyes filled with tears. She knew he always looked at Celeste more! Always smiled at her more, always talked with her more! A tear fell down Carlie's cheek. "No..." she whispered. "No...no, no no no!" with each "no" her voice got louder. "No!!!" she finally screamed, backing up against the wall. She hit the wall, and threw up on the opposite wall. She sunk down the wall, and covered her crying eyes with her hands. "No Daddy! Why!? Why are you doing this!? WHY!?" she cried loudly, making loud whining and sobbing noises. It was only a matter of time. Soon, her father and sister will fall deeper in love, and eventually separate themselves from her. Soon, they will leave her. Alone. With her mother. It was only a matter of time. Because father loved Celeste more than her!
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 10:17:14</strong>
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				Celeste pulled back with a yelp, having heard the thud against the wall outside and her sister screaming.&nbsp; She didn't know what was going on until Carlie had mentioned their father.&nbsp; She knew.&nbsp; That was all there was to it.&nbsp; And in that one moment, it felt like her perfect world had shattered.<br><br>This was her time with their father.&nbsp; And she made him happy.&nbsp; It was why she hadn't told Carlie.&nbsp; Why they'd kept her out of the loop.&nbsp; Because she wouldn't be able to handle it.&nbsp; She had always been the more emotional one.&nbsp; And it had all started with their mother.&nbsp; Because she looked like their mom while Celeste took after their dad.&nbsp; And everyone commented on it.&nbsp; So when it became clear just how evil their mother was, Carlie tended to take it very hard.<br><br>Celeste hoped that her father hadn't heard, but she knew that was too much to hope for.&nbsp; If Carlie had ruined daddy's happiness, Celeste would never forgive her.<br><br>"It's okay daddy.&nbsp; I'll take care of it.&nbsp; I'll make it all better daddy... really..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 11:17:52</strong>
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				Paul was no less shocked than his elder daughter, though as a man he found himself able to spare just one instant to be thankful for Celeste's presence of mind; had she reacted differently, Paul very well could have been joining his youngest daughter in tears.&nbsp; A split-second was all the focus he spared that thought, however.&nbsp; Quickly his paternal instincts came to the fore, reluctantly pushing aside his libido.&nbsp; Guilt flashed up in him, guilt like he hadn't felt in long months for the way in which he and Celeste found comfort and pleasure and love in one another.&nbsp; He'd convinced himself that Celeste wasn't being hurt by his actions, and he knew with iron-like certainty that he was unharmed by them.&nbsp; But now his other daughter, his little girl Carlie had been exposed to what they'd kept secret, and somehow it had struck at her heart.&nbsp; No doubt she was feeling confusion, and shame at her father for crossing so sacred and fundamental a line.&nbsp; Even her words, wailed in the pain she felt, suggested this.&nbsp; <em>"No Daddy! Why!? Why are you doing this!? WHY!?"</em>&nbsp; How could he ever explain it to her?&nbsp; For love.&nbsp; For solace.&nbsp; For something he could share, some way he could connect again.<br><br>As Paul stood, he pushed his straining, slick harness back into his trousers, and restored the zip that Celeste had lowered with her teeth just minutes ago.&nbsp; The expression he wore was serious and concerned, and he shook his head.&nbsp; "No, baby, let me.&nbsp; I'm the father, after all.&nbsp; This is my responsibility.&nbsp; You just wait here, and try not to worry about anything, alright, Celeste?" he reassured his older daughter, before deciding to pull his shirt out from his trousers.&nbsp; The looseness of the tails would do much to hide the hard-on that Carlie had seemed to find so traumatising.<br><br>"Carlie, baby," he called out to his younger daughter as he started to head outside, to the hall where he'd heard the thump, and her cries.&nbsp; "Come on, honey, it's okay.&nbsp; You don't need to cry, I'm sorry, baby."&nbsp; Slowly he approached her, and leaned down, coming to a kneeling position beside his crying little girl.&nbsp; He folded her in his arms, and kissed the top of her head softly.&nbsp; "Shhh, it's okay Carlie.&nbsp; It's alright.&nbsp; I'm sorry that you saw that.&nbsp; You must be very upset and confused right now, and I never wanted you to feel that way.&nbsp; I love you, darling."
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 21:23:17</strong>
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				"Oh god...Why daddy? Why?..." Carlie ranted, putting her legs against her chest. She pressed her nails to her forehead as her father walked closer. With each passing moment, her sobs became louder, and her tears would not stop falling. She was scared. Hurt. Confused. She felt like she had just caught her lover kissing someone else. She felt betrayed. Jealous. All of her thoughts were on her father and sister, imagining them having sex and being all "lovey-dovey" with each other. This completely separated her from the rest of the family. And right now, was the very first time she would rather e with her mother. Carlie would rather put up with her mother sleeping with complete strangers rather that have her father and sister sleeping with each other.<br><br>But when Carlie's father said "I love you, darling", was when Carlie began to fill up with anger. Did he love her? Did he love her as much as Celeste? If he did love her, or at least as much as her older sister, that why the hell was he sleeping with Celeste? Why wasn't he sleeping with both of them? Or neither of them? If he loved her as much as Celeste, than Carlie would have never caught them having sex in the first place! Only one frase came to her head at that moment. Only one frase to tell her father.<br><br>"Fuck you, Dad!" Carlie yelled, quickly breaking the embrace he had on her and dashed for the stairs. Yeah, she said it. And she meant it. And she felt no guilt about it. The only guilt she was feeling at the moment was throwing up all over the nice clean wall near her father's bedroom. It was sad, that she was feeling bad for the wall instead of her father. But he deserved it. For sleeping with her sister. And she deserved it, also. Not only for not telling her, but also going with it. For betraying her!<br><br>Carlie ran into her room, slamming the door right behind her and locking it. she jumped on her bed, and cried into her pillow. She hoped that all of her sadness, hate, confusion, would come out with her tears. But they never did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 10:42:45</strong>
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				Clenching her jaw, Celeste stood and reached for the silk robe at the end of the bed.&nbsp; It had been a gift from their father.&nbsp; She shook her head and started for the door.&nbsp; It would be just like her sister to pitch a fit.&nbsp; It was fine if she didn't understand what was going on, but how dare Carlie try to make their father feel bad.&nbsp; He was happy for once and what did it matter that Celeste was the one able to do it?<br><br>Steeling her emotions, she pulled the door open wider and walked to her father's side.&nbsp; She wrapped her arms around him from behind and gave him a squeeze.&nbsp; It wasn't a lover's hug, but one of support.<br><br>"I'll take care of it daddy, it'll be okay."<br><br>Just as Celeste had always done, she was ready to take up whatever responsibilities were necessary to keep their family together.&nbsp; Despite the webs of lies and deceit her mother had created.&nbsp; Celeste was only a year older than Carlie, but she had watched it all unravel and she was not going to see them fall apart again after they had just picked up all the pieces.<br><br>Pulling back, she turned towards the room she shared with her sister.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 11:29:19</strong>
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				Carlie's words struck Paul like a fist, and they cut like a knife.&nbsp; There was a certain irony in them - unintended, he was sure - that seemed to speak of the very act with which he'd caused such pain for his youngest daughter, even while it provided perhaps the simplest and bluntest rebuke possible.&nbsp; He stood and sighed as his sixteen year-old girl ran off, seeking what he didn't know; the only thing that seemed plain was that he was incapable of providing it at the moment.<br><br>He felt Celeste's arms enfold him, and he was grateful for it, Paul's eyes closing and his breath pouring out in a sigh as he reached for her hand and squeezed it.&nbsp; "Thank you, baby," he said to her.&nbsp; She could hear a little of the old helplessness back in his voice.&nbsp; Not enough so that things had broken completely, but certainly enough to be concerning to the older sister.&nbsp; "I don't think that she wants to hear from me right now.&nbsp; But if she doesn't want to talk to you either, don't force her, alright?&nbsp; We'll just give her a little time, and I'll try again when she's calmed down."&nbsp; He paused.&nbsp; "Right now she's in shock.&nbsp; You and I know that what we do together is right - it's right for us - but Carlie's just going off what she's been told her whole life; she's been told that what she saw was wrong, and a breach of trust.&nbsp; So be understanding with her, okay?"&nbsp; He sighed again, and turned, hugging Celeste and kissing her on the forehead gently.<br><br>When she left, Paul went to the bathroom.&nbsp; He got some toilet paper, and disinfectant spray, and set to cleaning up the sickness that Carlie had left behind in the hallway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 11:54:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Swallowing down the pain and helplessness she felt at her father's words, Celeste opened the door to their room and found Carlie laying on her bed, sobbing into the pillows.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, her first reaction was to yell at her sister and tell her to snap out of it.&nbsp; But she knew that wouldn't work, so she sat on her bed across from Carlie's and pulled off the heels she had been wearing.<br><br>"Do you remember how dad was when mom left?&nbsp; How heartbroken he was and all that time that he wouldn't do anything or even smile?&nbsp; How we had to take care of ourselves?&nbsp; Well look at dad now.&nbsp; He's smiling.&nbsp; And happy.&nbsp; He hasn't worried over mom in almost a year, Carlie.&nbsp; And it's because of what I did. What you saw."<br><br>Staring at the far wall, Celeste knew that it would be harder for her sister than for her because she remembered having to learn to do laundry and dishes and make lunches for them and clean the house.&nbsp; To do all the things that a wife and a mother should do.&nbsp; Or that a father would take on when there was no mother.&nbsp; But their father had been hurt so bad that Celeste had done it.<br><br>"I know what you're thinking.&nbsp; Why me and not you.&nbsp; I did it Carlie.&nbsp; It wasn't daddy that started it.&nbsp; I did.&nbsp; So if you want to hate somebody, hate me.&nbsp; But dad doesn't need anymore hurt.&nbsp; You know that too."<br><br>With a shrug of one shoulder, Celeste looked at her sister.<br><br>"Whatever you want to say, tell me.&nbsp; I'll answer your questions and tell you what you want to know.&nbsp; But don't take it out on dad."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 15:03:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Carlie did not move. The tears kept falling, but she stopped sobbing. Now, the sadness started to fade. But it was replaced by anger, hatred, and jealousy. She slowly got up from the pillow. "Your right...I shouldn't blame just Daddy..." she said quietly. Suddenly, she glared at Celeste. "I should blame BOTH of you!!!"<br><br>Carlie stood up on the bed, and pointed at her sister. "You! You bitch! Your the one that started this!? You tried to make Daddy better by SLEEPING with him!?" Carlie lunged at Celeste, and yelled, "YOU WHORE!!!" Carlie pinned Celeste to the ground and started punching her. And they were'nt girly punches, either. Carlie had taken fighting lessons throughout her childhood. "I cant believe you! You and Dad betrayed me! You think you did the right thing? Did you two ever think on how your "Daddy time" affected me!? You made Daddy love you more! You were trying to take him away from me! You slutish bitch!" Carlie continued to punch her. "I hate you both! I hate you I hate you!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 15:13:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She hadn't expected Carlie to react that way and fought back once the shock had worn off.&nbsp; Grabbing her sister's arm, Celeste yanked her away and reversed their positions.<br><br>"You can hate me if you want.&nbsp; But don't you dare blame dad.&nbsp; He doesn't dare love me more than you.&nbsp; Do you hear me?&nbsp; You are still daddy's little girl.&nbsp; So don't play the fucking game of poor me.&nbsp; Because I won't have it Carlie!"<br><br>Shoving at her sister as she stood, Celeste wiped at the blood and stood there, her chest heaving.<br><br>"If you think that daddy loves me more, you're deluded.&nbsp; He bends over backwards for you and don't you dare tell me otherwise"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 15:21:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Upstairs, Paul was still scrubbing the wall with the toilet paper, the disinfectant spray now the stronger scent in the air, despite the olfactory power of Carlie's digestive pyrotechnics.&nbsp; All the way across the house, on another floor, he couldn't hear the argument downstairs clearly.&nbsp; But he could hear the raised voices.&nbsp; Paul stood, and went to the bathroom quickly, washing his hands before he got to the staircase, taking two steps at a time.&nbsp; Though he was about to turn 40 years old, he was still a fit man, so it wouldn't take him long to reach his daughters' room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 21:34:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then why the hell does he keep secrets from me!?" she screamed at her sister. "Why didn't he tell me about you two!? Why didn't YOU!? I thought you were my sister!" Tears started to fall again. "Don't make me feel guilty! I wasn't the one who was having a relationship with her father! Without her sister knowing! What other secrets do you have!? Do you have a baby? Am I an aunt without knowing it!? And why SHOULDN'T I blame Dad? He is just as bad as you are! He deserves to be miserable! Just like he was back when Mom left!" Carlie curled up into a ball, and started to cry again. "All the good things he said to you...He never talked to me like that! NEVER! Do you know how betrayed I feel right now?" Carlie started to rock back and fourth. "Both of you can just go to hell! Just go to hell..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 02:34:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We kept if from you because I asked him to.&nbsp; Because I knew it would be like this for you and I didn't want you to feel this way.&nbsp; You're upset that I'm having a relationship with him and yet you keep saying that he loves me more because of it, almost like you wish you were the one sleeping with him.&nbsp; He doesn't love me more Carlie.&nbsp; Not at all.&nbsp; And no, there's no baby.&nbsp; No, there are no other secrets.&nbsp; And if you want me to go to hell, I'll gladly go, but don't you dare ever say again that you want daddy to be miserable.&nbsp; Because while it hurt you, I was the one left picking up the pieces."<br><br>Celeste spoke quietly, her face starting to swell.&nbsp; She tried to keep her anger in check, to keep her voice calm, but it took everything she had.&nbsp; Her sister didn't seem to get it at all.&nbsp; That it wasn't a game of who was better.&nbsp; It was her doing what needed done to keep them together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 14:16:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a knock at the door.&nbsp; Paul was no longer in the rush he had been, given that the yelling seemed to have died down, but it was loud and insistent in the manner used by parents everywhere.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 14:35:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a sigh, Celeste turned for the door.&nbsp; She shot a pleading look at her sister as she opened the knob and then stepped back behind it so her father could enter and didn't see her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 00:27:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carlie didn't listen to a word her sister said. It seemed like she was trying to make it look like what she was doing was the right thing. Easy for her to say. She wasn't the one who was hurt by this! Carlie never hid anything from her family! And now she finds out that her father and sister were having a relationship behind her back? How could she ever trust them again? How did they expect her to?<br><br>Every time Carie thought of the scene, she just got more depressed and angry. How could her father betray her like this? All the things he said to Celeste in that moment...He had never told Carie any of those things in her whole life! Carlie would give anything to have him compliment her like he complimented her sister then like it was natural! Carlie hated them both now...expecially her father. She wished that he would go rot in hell at that moment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 06:01:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Stepping in, Paul wasn't sure whether to wear a stern face or an apologetic one.&nbsp; In the end he chose to appear neutral, and to let the encounter guide him.&nbsp; After all, he was hardly in a position to take a moral high ground right now.&nbsp; Yet as a father, he had to, lest he lose his ability to be a parent.&nbsp; "I heard yelling down here.&nbsp; Carlie, I know that you're upset," he said, looking at his youngest daughter (as she seemed the only one of the two in the open right now).&nbsp; "I understand.&nbsp; And I'm sorry if I've hurt you.&nbsp; But you need to calm down and talk with your sister and I about this.&nbsp; Please, just tell us about how you're feeling - and at a conversational volume.&nbsp; We can work through this, honey.&nbsp; I promise we can, as a family."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 22:20:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Carlie twitched. Was he hearing himself? Of course he doesn't understand! How could he? And he is sorry IF he upset her? When was crying and swearing not a sign of someone being upset? And calm down? CALM DOWN!? How the hell can she calm down when she just saw her father having sex with her sister, speaking to her like she was his WIFE!? Did he view her like this? If he did, than where did Carlie stand? No matter how Carlie thought of the situation, she got the impression that her father favored Celeste over her.<br><br>"Get the hell out of my room, jackass!" Carlie yelled, still curled up in a ball. "I don't want to see your face ever again! Just go get run over by a bus and die, will you!?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 01:05:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul flinched slightly at his daughter's rebuke, but despite the way in which her words felt like a blow to him, he kept his eyes upon her, his eyes growing harder as an effort of will.&nbsp; "Carlie, I won't stand for you yelling like this.&nbsp; I love you, and I want to talk to you, but you're acting like a child, screaming and throwing a tantrum.&nbsp; Now you can choose to keep yelling, and keep trying to hurt your sister and I, or you can calm down and talk to us about it, and sort through how you feel, and how we feel, and maybe we can get somewhere."&nbsp; His voice was hard as steel, though his eyes began to soften toward the end.&nbsp; "It's your choice.&nbsp; What's it going to be?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 01:15:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carlie was scilent for a moment. She really didn't know what to say. Her father wanted to "talk" about this. What was there to talk about. Carlie caught them having sex. She felt badly about it, and really, she didn't care what they felt at the moment. But really, this situation will now end well unless she cooperated.<br>Carlie turned to her father, her eyes dried from the tears. "Fine." she said, getting up slowly. She had an angry edge to her voice. "We'll "talk", but afterwards...I want to go live with mother. I really can't live with you two sleeping with each other."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 01:49:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Since daddy had finally managed to calm Carlie down and didn't notice that she had been hit, Celeste chose to remain silent.&nbsp; Her heart clenched when her sister said she was going to live with their mother.&nbsp; Because she knew how bad that was.&nbsp; And how she had done all of this to keep them together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>09-10-2009, 09:39:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pleased at least that Carlie had calmed enough to talk, Paul nonetheless felt the statement his youngest daughter gave like a punch to the gut.&nbsp; That she had been driven so far as to want to live with her mother spoke volumes of how deep Carlie's anger and disgust went.&nbsp; His lips tightened.&nbsp; "We'll talk about that afterward," he told her, deferring the matter.&nbsp; Perhaps, just perhaps he could calm things down somewhat, and it wouldn't have to reach that point.&nbsp; "And we'll talk in the lounge, where we can all sit down and try to be rational about this," he said.&nbsp; "Celeste, are you thre?"&nbsp; Paul turned around, looking for his elder daughter who had stood behind the door at his entrance.&nbsp; It had seemed odd, but the matter with Carlie took precedence over that oddity.&nbsp; It was then that he saw the swelling of his eldest daughter's lip, and Celeste saw the rage enter his eyes.&nbsp; Paul stalked out, saying nothing.&nbsp; He needed a few moments to cool down; the situation was too delicate to let anger speak.&nbsp; Going to the kitchen, he reached into the freezer and pulled out a bag of peas, before returning to the lounge to await the arrival of Carlie and Celeste.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 02:03:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After father exited the room, Carlie stormed out right after him. She didn't even glance at her sister. Becsuse really, she meant it when she said she didn't want to see their faces again.<br>Carlie entered the lounge, and sat across from her father. She knew that her sister would want the seat next to her lover.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 21:14:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a sigh, Celeste followed the others from the room, wiping the back of her hand across her lip and nose.&nbsp; She could feel her eye swelling shut and when she licked her lip, the cut there burned.<br><br>Moving into the living room, she took up a position in a chair that faced both her father and her sister.&nbsp; When her father tossed over the package of peas, she nodded in thanks and put it up to her face.<br><br>Looking back and forth she remained quiet, letting them start the discussion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 10:54:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul's gaze was still stern.&nbsp; While he'd managed to quell the open rage that had shone in his eyes a few moments before, it was obvious that he felt deep displeasure when he regarded his daughters.&nbsp; "First of all, I want to know from you Carlie: did Celeste hit you at all?"&nbsp; He already knew the answer, of course.&nbsp; It was just a matter of having Celeste admit it to cut off the protests that would be sure to come when he addressed that first.&nbsp; Paul wouldn't have his daughters hitting one another - particularly not when it was one-sided.&nbsp; There was simply no excuse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 14:04:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Carlie hugged her knees. "Nope." she said simply and openly. "I hit her first, and she didn't hit me at all." There was a certain edge to her voice. Man, she hadn't swore or talked to her father this way before! It felt good!<br>"The bi-...SHE had it coming to her!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 15:29:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Carlie, I don't care what you think she had coming," said Paul bluntly.&nbsp; "Whatever happens after this discussion, right now you're still my daughter, and living under my roof.&nbsp; And there is <strong>no</strong> excuse for my daughters to hit one another, do you understand me?", he asked, his voice solid and stern.&nbsp; "We've got a lot to talk about right now, but you're going to apologise to your sister.&nbsp; Look at what you did to her eye.&nbsp; And her lip!&nbsp; I'm disappointed in you, Carlie.&nbsp; I expected better."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 15:38:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No excuse? Was he kidding?<br>"And I'm dissapointed in <strong>you</strong>, father." she said. "But fine, whatever." Carlie looked at Celeste from the corner of her eyes. "Sorry, <strong>sister</strong>." Carlie said "sister" with an edge to it. "Happy now?"<br>Even though Carlie seemed like she didn't care about the subject, she sorta did feel guilty ebout hitting her sister. Celeste WAS still her sister, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 15:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, Carlie, I'm not," Paul said, his sternness still apparent.&nbsp; "When you say the words, but spit them out like an insult, you take away all meaning."&nbsp; He glanced to Celeste, and then back to Carlie.&nbsp; "Look at what you've done to your sister!&nbsp; Celeste has never tried to hurt you, Carlie, and you've done this to her.&nbsp; I understand that you're upset, but you have to realise that violence isn't an acceptable way to express your anger."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 15:49:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking her head, Celeste looked back and forth.&nbsp; She could have cared less about the fighting and what had happened to her.&nbsp; There were bigger issues at stake.<br><br>"Don't worry about this okay?&nbsp; There's other things to figure out.&nbsp; Just... just don't worry about me."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 16:06:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pauls' jaw hardened, but he nodded, conceding to his older daughter's wishes.&nbsp; Turning to Carlie, his gaze softened as he made himself let go of the anger.&nbsp; "Well Carlie, I suppose that the first question is... how are you feeling right now?&nbsp; This must all be a pretty big shock to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 16:14:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, you think?" Carlie said, suprisingly not trying to be mean. "I just found out that my father and sister have been having a sexual relationship behind my back! Should I NOT be shocked? Or rather, should I not be hurt? Or angry?" Carlie hugged her knees tighter, trying to keep the anger out of her voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 16:29:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul nodded, accepting his daughter's feelings.&nbsp; "I can accept that.&nbsp; But what is it that you're angry about, Carlie?&nbsp; Or hurt?&nbsp; What has happened between Celeste and I is unusual, sure... but we've done nothing to hurt you, Carlie.&nbsp; I love you.&nbsp; I know that Celeste loves you, too, and neither one of us wants to see you hurt.&nbsp; So tell me how you;ve been hurt by this, and we'll see if we can make things right, okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 16:47:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm angry because you hurt me." Carlie said. "Because you were hiding all of this from me! I never hid anything from you!" Carlie buried her face into her knees. "And I'm hurt because..." Carlie was starting to cry again. "I'm hurt because...Because no matter how I look at it, I always come to the conclusion that you love her more!" Carlie began to sob. "All of the things you said to her, like she was your "perfect girl", and how hot she was! You never said how pretty I was, or how good I was! Never!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 17:17:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Carlie, we hid it from you because we knew how shocked you'd be.&nbsp; It wasn't to hurt you.&nbsp; Just to save you from having to deal with that kind of surprise."&nbsp; Paul sighed, and looked down at his hands in his lap, before lifting his gaze to his youngest daughter.&nbsp; "As for the things I say to Celeste, yes I do think that she's beautiful.&nbsp; I think that she's perfect, too.&nbsp; She's a wonderful, considerate, loving girl, who makes me feel wonderful.&nbsp; But Carlie," Paul said, imploring her, "I love you just as much.&nbsp; I think that you're stunningly beautiful, really, I do.&nbsp; You remind me of your mother when I first fell in love with her.&nbsp; Only you're so much better than your mother; her soul makes her ugly to me now that I've seen it.&nbsp; But Carlie, you've got her beauty, but your soul is beautiful, too."&nbsp; Paul tried not to glance at Celeste.&nbsp; He was still angry over how Carlie had struck Celeste, but at the same time he could understand the intensity of emotion that Carlie felt.&nbsp; She was hurt, feeling betrayed.&nbsp; Those were never easy emotions to deal with.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 18:20:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your just saying that to be nice!" Carlie said, still buried in her knees. She began to cry harder. "How can I believe you about ANYTHING after what I just learned? How can you expect me to!?" Carlie started to cry harder. "Sorry, but your going to have to do better that that!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 12:00:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not able to keep her anger at bay any longer, Celeste stood up and glared at Carlie.<br><br>"Will you grow up?!?!&nbsp; You're not the only one in this situation Carlie.&nbsp; It's not all about YOU.&nbsp; While you may seem to think that you deserve the world to revolve around you, it doesn't.&nbsp; What dad said to you is right.&nbsp; He loves you.&nbsp; And I love you too.&nbsp; Jesus, look at how you're acting.&nbsp; Would it have been any easier for me to tell you what I was doing from the beginning or would you have still done the same?&nbsp; Daddy is happy.&nbsp; And you're still daddy's little girl.&nbsp; He never treated you differently.&nbsp; Ever.&nbsp; So quit with yelling at him and the poor me already.&nbsp; I'm so sick and tired of it."<br><br>Shaking with her emotions, Celeste turned for the hallway.&nbsp; There was no way she could sit there and watch her sister belittle her father and her family.&nbsp; Because Celeste knew that whatever she had done, it was for Carlie.&nbsp; For them to be together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 19:38:43</strong>
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				"Celeste, please," Paul implored, "Come back.&nbsp; We need to deal with this as a family, and we've all got to at least try to be sensitive to how we each feel."&nbsp; He turned to Carlie then, and elaborated.&nbsp; "What that means is that you have to try to accept the way that Celeste and I feel, the way in which we're expressing the love that we feel for one another.&nbsp; Because Carlie, if you can't be happy for your father and sister when they find something that makes them both so happy, then i think you're being pretty selfish.&nbsp; But, at the same time, I <em>do</em> love you, Carlie, and I want you to understand that.&nbsp; I don't want you to think even for a second that I love Celeste more than I do you.&nbsp; You're both my daughters."&nbsp; He sighed, and glanced again to Celeste, before returning his gaze to Carlie.&nbsp; "What would convince you of that, Carlie?&nbsp; How can I make you understand that I love you just as much as I love your sister?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 21:42:49</strong>
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				Carlie flinched. Her sister's words hit her hard. She was right, she WAS acting like a little child. Like she was a spoiled brat. Carlie had never acted like this before. She had always wanted to be strong for her father, always wanted to be the son that he never had. So she always acted tough and like she didn't care about anything. So...maybe this was her way of releasing all of that selfishness and childness she had developed over the years. Was she using her father's and sister's relationship as an excuse to release all of this feeling?<br><br>"I...I just want to you to treat me like you treat Celeste..." she finally said, quietly. "I...I just...feel like your relationship...is a better one. It's not that your lov is different, it's just..." Carlie went quiet. She couldn't squeeze out any more words. She just wanted to cry now. Cry and go call her mother so that she could live with her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 02:38:18</strong>
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				Paul watched Carlie carefully.&nbsp; She wanted him to treat her like he treated Celeste?&nbsp; Did she mean...?&nbsp; It would be a lie to say that he hadn't thought about sleeping with Carlie, at least since he and Celeste had begun their relationship.&nbsp; Both of his daughters were gorgeous, and just as there were physical qualities which Celeste had that Carlie could never compete with, so too did Carlie possess attributes which were incredibly attractive, and wholly hers.&nbsp; Slowly, Paul's eyes moved to Celeste, as if questioning.&nbsp; He hoped to gain something from his older daughter's expression.&nbsp; Did it sound to Celeste as though Carlie wanted him sexually, also?&nbsp; And if so, then how would she feel about the prospect?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 10:27:04</strong>
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				Celeste had stopped in the doorway at her father's request.&nbsp; The one thing that kept her from continuing out was how he'd said they had to do this as a family.&nbsp; And her loyalty to her family held her firm.&nbsp; She leaned against the frame and let Carlie say whatever else she said, a brow arched at her final statement, glancing to see her dad's look.<br><br>Her jaw clenched.&nbsp; She loved her father.&nbsp; Daddy was the perfect man and she was happy to have him in her life in all the ways that they had found together.&nbsp; But now here was Carlie, just wanting to jump on the bandwagon so that she could get her way yet again.<br><br>Celeste had always been the one to make sacrifices, letting Carlie do as she pleased.&nbsp; But now that she had found something she wanted and that made her happy.&nbsp; Something that was hers, purely for her contentment, Carlie wanted in.<br><br>Shrugging, Celeste just continued to lean in the doorway, not saying a word.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 09:33:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul was not a dull man.&nbsp; Certainly there were aspects of the mind of a teenage girl which he would never grasp, and in many cases their motivations were not his to know, but he knew their body language - he knew that clenching of Celeste's jaw, and the practised manner in which her shrug seemed casual.&nbsp; Celeste wasn't at ease with this development, but neither was she fighitng against it.&nbsp; Was that simply her natural compliance - her desire to see peace in her home?&nbsp; Paul didn't want to have Carlie feel unloved because she didn't share in the physical expressions of it he gave to Celeste, but neither did he want Celeste to feel betrayed.&nbsp; Turning to his younger daughter, he finally spoke.&nbsp; "Carlie, can you give Celeste and I a minute to talk?&nbsp; Now that I understand your feelings, I think I need to know what Celeste thinks before we can decide how to fix this, okay?", he told her in a manner that was as mild and conciliatory as possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 00:07:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Carlie looked up at her father. Even though she ment that she wanted to have the same relationship with her father as he shared with Celeste, she never thought of, or was thinking of, having a sexual relationship. <br>Carlie got up from the chair, but she still had the same expression. As she walked out of the room, she whispered to her sister "I'm sorry. For everything." as she passed her. She then went into her room, and closed the door behind her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 09:59:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was sorry?&nbsp; What did she have to be sorry for?&nbsp; As usual, when her baby sister decided she wanted something, she got her way.&nbsp; What did it matter for Celeste?&nbsp; She was just the other daughter.&nbsp; The good daughter.&nbsp; The one who bent over backwards to do what had to be done to keep her family together.<br><br>Celeste had taken on the sister role and the mommy role and the wife role.&nbsp; She did the cooking and the shopping and the chores.&nbsp; While her friends were at the mall, she was making meatloaf.&nbsp; Because when it came down to it, no one else would do it.&nbsp; <br><br>Her father had been too busy in his depression to notice.&nbsp; Her sister was too young.&nbsp; And Celeste would be damned if she had anything to do with her mother.&nbsp; Not after she'd learned the truth of what the bitch had done to their family.&nbsp; It was because of her that they had come to this.<br><br>Celeste watched Carlie walk past her and then turned her attention back to her father, but still she didn't move from the doorway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 11:09:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul watched Carlie go, pleased to see her at least a little contrite now.&nbsp; When his younger daughter passed the elder though, his eyes fell to Celeste and stayed upon her.&nbsp; A slow, soft sigh came from deep in his chest, and for a few seconds he allowed himself to be lost in the sight of his girl there, with the robe tied about her.&nbsp; She truly was beautiful, and over the past year he'd grown to love her in a manner that was not at all paternal.&nbsp; In many ways she was the perfect woman.&nbsp; Yet... she wasn't a woman, not quite yet.&nbsp; She was still a girl, and Paul had to remember that.&nbsp; "Celeste, why don't you come sit beside me?", he asked her, his tone level and gentle.&nbsp; "I really need to talk this over with you.&nbsp; I need to know how you really feel right now, honey.&nbsp; I don't want to make any choices without hearing your view."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 11:23:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Celeste pushed from the wall and padded barefoot towards her father, curling up beside him on the couch, tucking her legs under her as she faced him, her head propped up on her hand that was resting on the back of the furniture.<br><br>He wanted to talk and make a choice.&nbsp; She was confused as to what kind of choice needed to be made and what she mattered in the deciding.&nbsp; After all, she knew what she wanted and why couldn't daddy see it the same way?<br><br>"How I feel daddy?&nbsp; Does it really matter?&nbsp; Carlie... Carlie seems to think that this is all fun and games.&nbsp; That I'm some kind of whore, even though I know for a fact that what I do with you is because I love you.&nbsp; I don't understand what kind of choice you need to make.&nbsp; Am I not good enough daddy?&nbsp; Did I do something wrong?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 12:03:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Baby, no, of course not," Paul said, his heart going out to Celeste.&nbsp; It was starting to seem as though no matter what he did here one of his girls would be hurt.&nbsp; "You're perfect, Celeste.&nbsp; You're beautiful, and responsible, and a fantastic lover... and I love you, too.&nbsp; I love being with you; you make me happy, and I hope that I make you happy too.&nbsp; But..."&nbsp; There it was.&nbsp; The 'but'.&nbsp; "I'm worried about Carlie.&nbsp; She's overreacted here, I know.&nbsp; But it's hurt her.&nbsp; You know how she feels about her mother.&nbsp; How you feel, too.&nbsp; To have her thinking that I love her less than I love you is..."&nbsp; Paul sighed.&nbsp; I don't know if she could handle it, Celeste.&nbsp; And I don't think that she should have to.&nbsp; Not with everything that's happened already."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 12:32:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There it was... the but.&nbsp; That right there sealed the deal for Celeste and she knew it wasn't worth saying anything more.&nbsp; Because as she knew, Carlie, being the baby, always got what she wanted.&nbsp; So she pasted a smile on her face and leaned forward, laying her head on her father's shoulder.<br><br>"I know daddy.&nbsp; It's okay.&nbsp; We'll take care of Carlie.&nbsp; We'll keep the family together.&nbsp; Don't worry daddy, it's okay.&nbsp; I love you too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 12:45:14</strong>
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				"Are you sure that you're okay with this, baby?", Paul asked his daughter, wrapping his arm around her as she came close.&nbsp; "I want you to feel alright about this.&nbsp; You're a wonderful daughter, and the best lover I've ever had, Celeste."&nbsp; It had been long enough that they'd shared such a relationship that Paul could speak those words without a trace of irony.&nbsp; "But you know... when we started making love, you and I, it took what we'd always had and it added whole new dimensions to it.&nbsp; It became a totally different, more direct way that we could show how much we love each other, you know?&nbsp; I suppose... I guess what I'm hoping is that Carlie will see that I love her just as much if I can show her in that way.&nbsp; But not just that... I'm hoping that maybe you and Carlie can become closer, that you can learn to love each other more deeply and openly, by sharing yourselves like you and I do."&nbsp; Pausing, Paul looked to Celeste, to watch her reactions carefully.&nbsp; He had, after all, just proposed that she begin a lesbian relationship with her sister, while he was also with them both.&nbsp; "What do you think, Celeste?&nbsp; Do you think that you might want to explore that, to see if it can help make things closer between all of us?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 14:21:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking her head, Celeste leaned against her father and closed her eyes.&nbsp; She knew this would be the end of the closeness they shared.&nbsp; That once Carlie came into the picture, she would have to share and that Carlie would demand to have her time.<br><br>"It's okay, daddy, really."<br><br>She couldn't say anything more and just lay against him, soaking up the affection now and storing it away for her memories.&nbsp; She would always do what needed done to save her family, no matter what the cost to herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 14:46:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alright then," he said, nodding and breathing in deeply.&nbsp; He leaned down and kissed the top of Celeste's&nbsp; head affectionately.&nbsp; "I love you very much, Celeste.&nbsp; So much that I think my heart might burst sometimes, because you're so much to me, you take up so much space."&nbsp; He paused, simply basking in the presence of his daughter, the intimate proximity they shared as father and child, and as lovers.&nbsp; "I think that this will work out for the best, baby.&nbsp; Like it did when you and I got together, even though I was a little bit unsure to start with, remember?&nbsp; But it turned out to be this wonderful thing which has brought so much light into my life."&nbsp; A smile parted Paul's lips, hopeful and nostalgic at once.&nbsp; "So, I think that tonight Carlie needs to see how much we both love her.&nbsp; Will you help me with that, Celeste?&nbsp; I want to make her feel loved, the way that you make me feel loved, and the way I try to make you feel.&nbsp; And I want us all to be a part of it.&nbsp; As a family."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 15:12:05</strong>
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				She couldn't believe he was asking her this already.&nbsp; That they'd just come to that conclusion and he was already wanting her to help take Carlie to their bed and shower upon her the love that was until this night just hers.&nbsp; To have to share.<br><br>Swallowing, Celeste nodded.&nbsp; Because she knew what it meant.&nbsp; How it was that she was the one to always step up when something needed done and made sure that it was accomplished.&nbsp; And if it was a matter of doing this to keep the family she'd worked so hard for, then she would do it.<br><br>"Of course, daddy.&nbsp; You know I would.&nbsp; We're a family."<br><br>She lifted her head and gave her father the smile that could always melt his heart, even if it didn't reach down into hers in the giving.&nbsp; Because that was who Celeste was.&nbsp; The glue that kept them together.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Archermonkey</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 15:31:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her smile had the predictable, desired effect upon Paul.&nbsp; His eyes softened at the sight of it - not that they'd been particularly hard to begin with - and a soft sigh passed from his lips.&nbsp; He leaned in to kiss his little girl, compelled by the intimacy that her expression of happiness made him feel.&nbsp; It was unmistakably a lover's kiss, not fueled by lust but by gentle love and passion.&nbsp; "Thank you, baby," he whispered to her when their lips parted, though he remained close enough that their brows touched and their breath mingled.&nbsp; "You know what the best part of this is going to be?" he asked her rhetorically.&nbsp; "Besides sharing our love with your sister, the best part is going to be that we don't have to hide anymore.&nbsp; When I see you in the kitchen after you finish school when Carlie's there, I won't have to hold myself back from going straight up to you and sweeping you into my arms to kiss you.&nbsp; When we fall asleep in each others' arms after making love, we won't have to panic in the morning to make sure Carlie doesn't know where you've been.&nbsp; I can wake you with kisses, and passion, and I can do it every day if I want."&nbsp; He smiled.&nbsp; It would be good, not to need to hide in their own home.<br><br>And that was to say nothing of the joy of sharing the same with Carlie, the idea of kissing her full lips, of watching her face light up at the moment she reached orgasm...
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				Title: <strong>Re: "Now let's see who loves Daddy more..."  (Archermonkey, mkkdreams, &amp; Carlissa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mkkdreams</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 22:13:32</strong>
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				Again Celeste nodded and then slipped from her father's lap.<br><br>"I'm going to go see how Carlie is doing."<br><br>She walked from the room, being sure to keep the smile on her face.&nbsp; Inside she was a torrent of emotions, feeling everything from hurt and pain to confusion.<br><br>Going into the bedroom she shared, Celeste sat on her bed and looked at her sister.<br><br>"So... now that you're in on it, do you have any questions or want to know anything else?"
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