Kelly and Sean: The Secret is Out

I came home tired tonight, and I felt very bad about that. My work at the restaurant was becoming hard again. The summer was almost over, and people were taking advantage of that. My dad seemed to be very tired as well. So this Friday night, we just laid around and didn't do very much. We normally didn't do very much anyway, but today we didn't even try to have sex.

My relationship with my father had begun some time ago. We were going on three years very soon. It was almost my twenty-first birthday. I was very much in love with this man. He seemed to show the same feelings towards me as I did for him. We felt so comfortable around each other, and we both looked forward to spending the rest of our lives together. I just found myself growing more and more impatient.

I hated that we were related. Sometimes I actually thought about leaving him. Not because he treated me badly. On the contrary. He was the most amazing man I have ever met. He satisfied me in bed, and I loved having dinner ready when he came home after I did, or even when I came home after he did and he had a hot meal waiting for me. But it still remains that we are father and daughter. Everyone in our small town knew that.

This meant we couldn't be affectionate to each other outside of our home, or when visitors were around. This meant that I still had to pretend like I had a bedroom in this big house, when in reality, I don't even use that bedroom. This meant that I could never have a child with him. I think that is the most painful thing for me.

When I found a boyfriend, I didn't think it would be like this. I wanted to be able to go out on dates. Not even expensive dates, either. Just walks on the beach, or dancing for a while at a club, and just getting out. I wanted to be able to flirt with him in public. I wanted to be able to go out with him and have men gape at us. I mean, he looked very good, and I looked like a trophy girlfriend. I was after all, seventeen years younger than the man.

Most importantly, I yearned to get married and start a family. I didn't want a big family, but I did want one. I dreamed of being pregnant by my lover, and being happy with my child as we watched him or her grow. I wanted to spend the rest of my life happy and peaceful. This relationship was not that.

This relationship seemed to be made up of lots of sex, and not much communication. I really didn't like that. Sometimes, I really wasn't feeling up to it, but I really couldn't say no. I felt that if I said no to his advances, he would kick me out, or end our relationship completely. Or maybe he would try and deny me sex later when I did want it. Because I did still want it. Just not as much as we were doing it. Only because the strings attached to our relationship really turned me off. I sighed as I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I was getting ready to take a shower.

When I was done, I felt a little bit better. I had had a good cry. I dried off, and got dressed in my night gown.

What did I expect when I got together with him? What? That everything would be peaceful because he was rich and I was his princess? That he would drop everything just to make me happy? I didn't know what I expected, but something was missing from my life and I needed to figure out what and how to fix it.

My father sensed that something was on my mind. He came to bed at around eleven, and I felt so alone as he slipped in beside me. I felt like I really should be sleeping in the next room.

"Kelly, baby? What's on your mind?" he asked as we both laid down to sleep.

"Nothing." I lied smiling at him as I gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

"No, honey. I don't want lies. Tell daddy what's going on." He asked gently as we both pulled the covers over our heads.

"I've been thinking..., about us." I said softly as I closed my eyes. "I think I want to go find a real boyfriend." I said quickly. "There. I said it."

"Okay." He said waiting for more. 'You saying you want to end this?" he asked confused.

"Maybe." I sighed as I sat up and looked down at him. "I don't know. I'm really not having fun in this relationship." I said sadly. "For the first two months, I did have a lot of fun. It was hot, it was taboo, it was so amazing. You would never hurt me." I said sadly.

"So, then what's the deal?" he asked as he too sat up.

"I guess from a very young age, I've always wanted a family." I said truthfully. "I want to have a wedding, and be kissed passionately by a groom. I want to have babies. Dad, I want babies." I said softly as a tear filled my left eye. "I want to have sex without birth control. I want to be able to have a big tummy, morning sickness, and breastfeeding. I want to be able to come home to my husband and know that he'll never cheat on me or that he's mine." My dad opened his mouth but I laid a hand on him. "I want to go out on a date without having to worry that we're around people that know we're father and daughter. I want to be able to go out dancing, or something romantic. I can't do those things with you. I can't even sleep with you when your parents come over. They know who I am. I don't want the law to get involved in this if they don't have to." I said bitterly. "I never dreamed I'd ever end up like this with you. I am so in love, but I want somethings so badly. So, maybe it's better if we just go our separate ways." I whispered softly.

"You can still be my daughter, and we can talk to each—"

"—You really believe in your heart of hearts that we can go back to how we were before all the sex?" I asked softly. "I know what it feels like to have your mouth on my pussy." I said smirking. "You know how it feels to be inside my pussy. I mean, you've seen me naked for fuck's sake. Spankings now don't hold the same meaning." I said as we both laughed.

"Baby girl, why haven't you mentioned this before?" he asked as he took me in his arms. "I would love to be the one who does all those things for you. With you." He said softly.

"But did you just not hear me?" I moaned with heart ache. "It is illegal everywhere."

"Well, no. The Netherlands and Spain haven't criminalized it." he said softly.

"But we'd have to leave everyone we love behind." I said sadly. "I couldn't ask you to do that." I said with a sigh.

"I don't care about any of that." He said softly. "I want you. I'm in love with you, Kelly. If you need a wedding ring, and a marriage, and kids, because that is part of your life's dream, I want to give that to you." He said softly. "If you want me to take you around to all my company pick nicks as my wife, I would be glad to do that for you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Kelly." He whispered softly as he wrapped his arms around me. "If you want to go dancing every Friday night, and have a good time, I want to be the one to do that with you." He whispered softly. "Or is there another man?" he asked sadly. "Do you not love me anymore, Kelly?" he asked sadly.

"No, dad. That's not it at all. I am so very much in love with you." I said softly as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. "I just really have always wanted all these things." I said softly.

"Then that's what we'll do." He said softly as he kissed my forehead.

"Okay." I said confused. "How?" I asked as I looked at him for signs of a clue.

"I'll find a way. I want to be with you. I'll find a way." He said softly as he looked into my eyes. "You're my love, and I would hate to lose you." He said softly.

"Good night, Daddy." I said as we kissed gently. "I love you."

"Good night, baby girl. I love you too." He said as we let go and settled to sleep.

The months passed on and on. Soon, I turned twenty-one. My father and I had regular sex the whole time. I was still on the pill. I found that I enjoyed him more now that I knew I was going to be able to have what I wanted. I found that I actually had quite a lot of fun when we had sex.

Usually we would do it once during the week. We were too busy for anymore. But on the weekends, when we knew there would be no visitors, we would have all the time to ourselves. We had sex for hours at a time. He was a very healthy man, and had great stamina. He also gave great oral sex. He also never expected me to give him any oral sex. I had never tried, but that's because it disgusted me somehow. But man, he blew my mind all the time.

One day after my twenty-first birthday, I came home to find my dad was on the phone. He was red in the face, and he was shaking.

"Fine. I don't care anymore anyway." He said as he spotted me. "It's not going to change my mind. And any calls to police you make, I can just pay off. Thanks to your good work skills, I am wealthy enough for that. I understand what you're saying to me, dad. But I don't care. I don't care. I'm handling it. You do what you want. I'm going to live how I want. You see what happens if you try." He said bitterly. Then he hung up the phone.

"Daddy?" I asked softly. "You all right?" I asked looking unsurely at him.

"Your grandpa saw us." He said softly. "He said last weekend he had a couple things to drop off, and he came to call. He saw no lights on anywhere, and thought he'd just leave. But then, he decided to take a peak and see if anyone was home. He saw us through my bedroom window." He said softly. "He is threatening to call the cops." He said as he stood up from his desk.

"What?" I gasped bitterly.

"I'm handling it." he said bitterly. "My father says that he'll leave me alone, if I leave you alone and never talk to him again." He said bitterly.

"I'm sorry." I said sadly as I looked down. 'More reason why I should just leave." I whispered sadly.

"Yeah. You are leaving. And I'm going with you." He said sadly as I glared at the ground.

"What?" I asked confused. "Where are we going?" I asked looking at the house around me.

"I don't know." He said bitterly. "I'm not quite sure about that right now." He muttered as he started pacing. "I'm going to have a talk with a friend of mine, and see what he says."

"Dad!" I shouted scared. "If grandma and grandpa don't like that, what makes you think any of your friends do?" I asked bitterly.

"He's also an incest man." He said smiling. "His wife and he are very active with their son." He said sighing.

"So we might still have a chance?" I asked sadly.

"Yes, baby. You don't worry about that. I'll take care of everything." He said softly as we both hugged.

Another year and a half passed with no event. My grandparents had stopped talking to my father and I. My mom had married my ex-boyfriend and they had two children together. I felt so envious of their lives as I lived mine.

Sex with my father was frequent, but I always thought of Mark and my mom. Not having to worry about anything. I sometimes cried as I cooked dinner for us before he came home. I sometimes cried while I was at the restaurant. I really hated that we were in love and related.

One day, when I came home my father was sitting on the couch watching TV. He was sitting straight up, and I knew something was different. Maybe wrong. Here it comes. He was going to end it. He was probably tired of the same things I was tired of.

"Hey, daddy." I said as I closed the door and went into the kitchen to put away my stuff.

"Hey, princess." He said smiling at me as I walked by. "How was work today?" he asked.

"Fine." I said as I went back to sit with him.

He got up, and walked to the bookcase in the living room. He took a package off the shelf and opened it.

"Is that for me?" I asked looking confused. "Is it another dress? Car? Laptop?" I asked smiling. "More sexy lingerie?" I asked smiling at him. He had a thing for me in sexy underwear.

He came over to me and knelt down in front of me on one knee. He handed me a plastic rose and smiled at me as he looked into my eyes.

"Kelly, will you marry me?" he asked softly as he held one of my hands. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He said softly.

I took the top of the rose off, and inside was a beautiful ring. It was a gold band, with a very precious ruby in the middle surrounded by four hexagonal diamonds. I just stared. It wasn't big, but it was mine, and it was the most beautiful ring I had ever gotten. I smiled as my eyes filled with tears and I hugged him.

"Yes." I sobbed happily. "Yes. I will. I will.'

We were both crying as we hugged and kissed gently. He smiled as I put the ring back in its rose casing.

"We have to go shopping for a ring for you." I said smiling at him.

The thing that had happened when my mom had me, is that she had never taken my father's name in marriage. She had given me her maiden name when I was born. I was Kelly Lund, and my father was Mark Gretski. Even though I was his daughter, I was not a Gretski. So as I was marrying him, I was going to be able to take his name. I was over the moon about it. I couldn't really tell anyone, because all my friends in the US knew my father was..., well, my father. So I had to just keep it to myself.

My father explained to me that we would be going to the Netherlands to start our family. He explained that he had arranged for a simple wedding over there, and that he had arranged for genetic testing in order to see how much we relate. This was very amazing. Soon, I was going to be Mrs. Sean Gretski, and maybe have some little Gretskis running around while I cook a meal one day.

I was too excited. I was over the moon about this.

Another year and a half passed, and I was almost twenty-five. But I quit my job, and so did my dad. We packed up our belongings, and moved away four months before my twenty-fifth birthday. We packed our luggage, my dad sold the cars, and we sold the house. We boarded a plane to our destination, and I was nervous and happy all at the same time.

When I had graduated from high school, I had lost touch with all my friends. No one at the restaurant I worked at liked me, so I didn't really have to say goodbye to anyone. My dad had similar circumstances. He didn't really have to say goodbye to anyone either, since he had online friends and not many physical ones. It was smoother than I thought.

I slept the whole way there. When we had to transfer flights, my father was the one who guided me from terminal to terminal. I was too busy sleeping.

My dad had bought the house long before we moved here, and had gotten the key in the mail. So when we got to the airport in our hometown, we were able to get all our luggage and just move into the house. He had had it furnished before we got there, too. There was electricity, and I was in love with the property.

"We're going to do this right." My dad said as we unpacked the last of the stuff. It had now been a week since we got here, and we were settling in quite nicely.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I put some clothing into our dresser.

"When we first arranged for this house, I told you to flush your pills." He said smiling at me. "Remember?" he asked with a grin.

"Yes." I said with a sigh of happiness.

"I want our attempts at getting pregnant to be special." He said as we both walked out of the room. "So, I want to wait to have sex until the night after the wedding." He said as he looked into my eyes. "That way, you can be Mrs. Gretski when you get pregnant." He said as I started to shake.

"Oh, daddy, I'm so excited." I moaned. "I am finally living my dream." I whispered as a tear filled my eye.

"I know, princess." He said softly as he hugged me. "I can't wait." He said as he kissed my forehead. "I love you."

"I love you, daddy." I said as we let go.

The wedding was in two weeks from the second week of our move to the new house. I was too excited with the preparations. My father had secured his income by purchasing a nightclub and starting to run it. We were going to be okay.

My father and I went to a doctor who we had paid very generously. He was able to test our genes and determine that we were at a twenty-five percent. Just at the limit of whether we could marry or not. It all had to do with how closely our genome matched. If it matched anymore, we wouldn't be able to marry legally. The incest was legal, because we were both consenting adults. The marriage would only be legal if certain genetic tests passed the scales that they had set in this part of the world. That we had different last names played well in our favor. The doctor said we were cleared to have kids. The marriage license would be valid too. I was too happy to talk. I just smiled and smiled. I was going to sleep well that night.

Our house was a very cozy house on a hill. Isolated from other houses, it was a two story house with a bathroom in the master bedroom, and a bathroom in the hall. It had three total rooms. There was a basement, and down there, there was a living room and a half bathroom. It just had a toilet, some shelves for supplies, and a shower. Not even a tub. The first floor held a hall with the dining room and kitchen to the right, and the doors to the stairs up or down in front of you as you come through the front door. We had a garage that attached to the dining room. This is where we kept both cars.

I felt so ecstatic as I imagined little children running around the house. I imagined my husband and I making great friends and entertaining them in our dining room with wines and coffees. Then making a great feast for dinner. In my day dream, my husband and I were able to go to the grocery store holding hands, or for walks in the park. We could go to clubs and dance, and just be a couple. I could call him by his first name once we were married. Oh Sean. My love. My daddy. Sean. My goodness that was so hot.

I hoped I got good kids. I hoped I got great children. I hoped I got good friends. I hope the law didn't catch up to us from the states.

They say money is the route of evil and corruption. My father had enough to pay off anyone who tried to hurt us. Or break us up. He was going to handle it. I knew.

Soon, it was the day of the wedding. I was so happy. I had picked out my dress, and he hadn't seen me in it. Maybe that meant we would be lucky. I had picked out his suit, and we had the rings. The justice would be coming to the house to perform the ceremony. It was a Saturday, and they were scheduled to come at four. I was nervous, but I knew I was headed for something great.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I rubbed my hands together from the stairwell as I listened to him welcome the lady in. He went to the dining room to set it up, and the lady came to find me in the stairs. She gasped.

"You look very beautiful." She said smiling at me as I looked at her.

She had on a simple dress that hugged her thin legs. She looked my age. We both introduced ourselves, and waited for the all clear. Her name was Meria. I hoped I would see her again after the wedding.

"It's ready." He said from the dining room.

We both walked down the rest of the stairs, and through the door into the front hall. We went into the dining room, me behind Meria. I was shaking.

She started the ceremony. I was hardly paying any attention as I stood beside my father, facing this strange lady.

"Do you have the rings?" she asked as we both pulled out the rings.

"Kelly?" she asked as I took out the ring. "Place the band on his finger." She said as I reached out and did as she asked.

"Sean, repeat after me. "With this ring, I be wed."."

He looked deep into my eyes. He cleared his throat. "With this ring, I be wed." he said softly as he wiped a tear from his eye.

"Now take your ring and place it on her finger." She said as I stretched out my left hand.

"With this ring, I be wed." I said softly not waiting for her to instruct me.

"You have vows?" she asked as I looked around nervously. "Don't be afraid now." She said smiling.

"I'll go first." He said as he once again cleared his throat.