Eve

Yet the animal within me was struggling in his cage. For a moment, I remembered the night which I firmly believe to be the night Carrie was conceived, a night of hard sex, a night of multiple climaxes for us both, a night which left each of us marked by deep bites and long scratches, a night which had held no restrictions whatsoever, a night which ended well after sunrise when I poured my love into my wife one more time as her body greedily consumed it all and attempted to digest me as well…

And then my mind was filled with the vision of Eve, essentially strewn upon the floor, covered in sweat, her hair disheveled, my desire seeping from her deeply-clawed body.

I kissed the young woman once again, fiercely, and she responded in kind. Trembling, I kept trying to buy additional time before having to truly decide, for I enjoyed what Eve and I currently shared and I did not want to hurt her or damn her by crossing another line…

Despite myself, I slowly backed her toward the nearest wall. My assistant, my daughter’s best friend, my “second daughter” groaned into my mouth as her back made contact with the cool smooth plaster.

My body chased my mind away, then took over.

Although Eve was clearly a willing participant, I molested her, I humped her, I stripped her, I bit her, I clawed at her, and somehow in the process, my clothes were similarly discarded, my back and sides aching from the trails of her fingernails, and all too soon, we stood, naked, gazing deep into each other’s eyes, hesitating at the final line in the sand…

She took my hand in hers and led me upstairs. She had been in the house so much when my daughter was here that Eve knew where everything was.

…but at the top of the stairs, she immediately turned to the left.

She turned into my traveling daughter’s bedroom.

It was on my daughter’s bed that I savored the first taste of my young assistant. It was on my daughter’s bed that I was hungrily sucked for the first time in many, many years.

It was on my daughter’s bed that Eve’s blood was spilled.

It was in my daughter’s bedroom, with several pictures of my flesh and blood watching avidly, that Eve cried out for the first time from the carnal bliss I inflicted upon her. She was my consenting prey, and I definitely mated with her like a primal animal, rutting hard and fast, growling loudly as I enjoyed the gift of her eager body, bellowing as her fingernails bore particularly deep into my flesh, rejoicing as she wailed for me, flexed around me, pulled me deeper inside her, selflessly surrendered to me, writhed beneath me as pleasure flowed between and around us…

When it was done, when the primal beast was finally sated, when we held each other close and tried to regain our breath, the tears fell. Hers were tears of joy and tears of love, while mine were tears of despair, for I had changed us both – and the people who meant the most to each of us – forever.

*****

“Mr. Randall?”

Eve’s soft voice stirred me awake. The sun had already risen, but the forecasted rain was rhythmically pelting the nearby window of the master bedroom.

“Carrie’s on the phone.”

“Okay,” I mumbled, then suddenly snapped my eyes wide open as I realized what this meant.

With a slightly-shaking hand, I accepted the receiver and brought it to the side of my face. “Good evening, princess.”

“I’d say you had a good night,” Carrie laughed.

“Oh?”

“Don’t worry, Dad. Eve’s already told me.”

“Oh?” I could not mask the note of worry in my voice.

“Dad, don’t worry. I’m happy. I’m happy for you both. Eve’s admired you and she’s wanted you for a long time. I’ve known for a while that she’s wanted you to be her first. She’s been saving herself for you, Dad, and I think she couldn’t have picked a better man to give her her first experience.”

I began to cry for the second time in well under twelve hours. Eve spooned behind me, her nudity at once comforting and damning as she reached over my hip and took my manhood in her hands.

“There’s no reason to cry, Dad,” I heard. “I know it’s been ages since you last even dated, let alone had sex with anyone. I know you – you’re probably beating yourself up for having taken Eve’s gift: herself. But remember: Eve loves you, and I know that you feel a lot for her as a ‘second daughter’ of sorts. There must be more than just ‘second daughter’ feelings, though, or else you wouldn’t have actually gone all the way with her.”

Still Eve masturbated me, arousing me as I cried in shame, in distress.

…in recognition that my daughter, on the other side of the planet, was absolutely correct.

“I need to hang up, since my time is almost done,” I heard, “but remember that I love you, Dad, and so does my future step-mom.”

*****

When Eve arrived for work on Monday, she was dressed sensibly: a nice shirt and a nice pair of pants, with low heels and a modest bra discernable through the white shirt. And when I saw her, I knew:

There would be many, many more nights similar to and far more romantic than Saturday night before the wedding.

Due to the very peculiar situation, we eschewed a traditional large church wedding, instead marrying at the courthouse downtown with only a handful of witnesses. Eve’s mother cried, and Carrie supported her nicely.

Before we left for the airport, my daughter shared a long, long hug with her best friend and step-mother, and they traded several conspiring whispers before finally separating.

“What did Carrie whisper in your ear?” I asked as the plane taxied to the runway, finally unable to hold back my curiosity any longer.

Eve smirked. “That has to wait until we reach cruising altitude over the Atlantic, Mr. Randall.”