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Prologue
Let us pray….
The last words that fell off my lips before my father forced his pulsing cock down my throat. He said it was needed. The only way to repent my sins. The only way to walk the path in order to gain his forgiveness.
Chapter1
Michael
Ialways thought I had life figured out. I chose my path when I was a teenager, making it my life’s duty to devote myself to God and lead other people down the path of righteousness. I studied theology in college, where I met Theresa. She was the perfect woman to become a preacher’s wife, so I courted her the old-fashioned way. I took things slow and kept my hands to myself until I knew for sure that I wanted to marry her. I even asked her father’s permission before popping the question. Our wedding night was when we both had sex for the first time, and I could remember being blown away by the experience.
Now, looking back, I could admit to myself that it wasn’t anything spectacular. A few pumps into her tight pussy in the missionary position, and I blew my load with a loud moan before she got any pleasure out of the experience.
I’d gotten better over the years, and we even produced two children, a boy and a girl. It was the perfect family unit, and I tried my hardest to protect my kids from the evils of the modern world when they were young.
Now, my boy Adam was twenty-three years old. He was a good son with strong values. Adam was going to college to study business while living at home. I was proud of the job I did raising him.
Then there was my girl, Sienna. Sweet and shy, she had just turned eighteen. She was a beauty, just like her mother. Her fiery red hair grabbed attention and her big brown eyes could steal hearts. She’d be graduating from high school in a few months and had a bright future ahead of her. I thought of her as a perfect example of what a daughter should be. Pious and brimming with potential. So innocent.
Well, that was what I thought until about a month ago. I woke up in the night with a dry throat, so I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Theresa, and headed for the kitchen. It was nearly midnight, so I expected the entire house to be quiet, but as I passed by my daughter’s room, I heard a strange sound.
It sounded like a breathy moan. Confused about why she would be awake at all and far more curious than I had any right to be, I crept to her door and gripped the doorknob. I hesitated, a voice in my mind telling me to move along and pretend that I hadn’t heard anything. But then I heard a gasp and another low moan.
I was turning the knob and slowly opening the door before I even made a conscious decision to do so. It was instinct.
I only opened the door a few inches, just enough to peek inside. Shock froze me in place as I took in the sight of Sienna on the bed with her covers kicked off, her nightgown pulled up to her waist, and her pillow between her legs.
Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip through her moans as she moved her hips back and forth, riding the pillow. I could see her tiny pink underwear, barely covering her full ass as she gripped the pillow harder and moved faster.
My cock grew rigid so fast that I got light-headed as I watched her, completely transfixed. Her face twisted in pleasure, and she didn’t even notice that I was standing there watching, my erection pulsing with need as a blistering arousal ripped through me.
I’d never been so turned on in my life, and that realization was like a kick in the gut. This was wrong. Fuck, it was so wrong.
I backed up, turning the knob as I shut the door so that it wouldn’t make any noise. My breathing was heavy as I tried to get my raging lust under control. Still, there was a tent in my pants as I headed to the kitchen and got my drink of water. I tried to push the image of Sienna riding that pillow out of my mind, but I couldn’t do it. Even when I went to back to bed, hurrying past her room so that I wouldn’t overhear anything if she was still at it, I couldn’t get to sleep for a long time. I just kept thinking of what I saw, imagining ripping those tiny panties off her body.
My cock throbbed with the need for release, but I couldn’t do anything about it, not with Theresa lying next to me. So, I suffered in silence.
But the torture didn’t end after that night. No matter what I did, I kept thinking about it. I wanted to see more.
No, Ineededit.
The longing got so bad that it was only two days later that I drove to the hardware store in the next town over, so that no one would recognize me.
“Can I help you with something, sir?” a man in a green polo shirt asked as I stood in front of a huge selection of home surveillance equipment.
I grinned. “Please, call me Michael.”
I held out my hand, and the man shook it. “Well, Michael, I’m Chris. How can I help you?”
I wasn’t used to lying. It wasn’t the type of thing a good, honest man like me needed to do very often. But I was well-aware of the need to hide my true intentions. The experience was overwhelming because the voice that had guided me honestly and truthfully for most of my life was now in rebellion against the urges that had been aroused within me, and I found it difficult to comprehend my actions.
Dirty, forbidden urges. The devil’s work.
So, I did what I had to do to and lied my ass off. “I’m looking for a type of camera that can be hidden. Someone has been sneaking into the liquor cabinet at home, and I want to figure out which of my kids is responsible.”
I didn’t even have a liquor cabinet. The only alcohol that I ever consumed was during communion. But the man bought it. He chuckled.
“Kids, right? Always up to something. Well, this will help,” he said, grabbing a plastic container with a little black device that seemed way too small to be a camera. “It can be placed in a light fixture or a HVAC vent. It hooks up to your phone so that you can watch the feed from anywhere, and no one will ever know it’s there.”
