Our last meal together in New York was a couple of Big Macs and fries, that we had bought from a McDonalds just round the corner from the hotel. We took our feast back to my room and ate it on the bed. I remember tearing open a sachet of ketchup and squirting it on her breasts. I then licked them clean. We fucked a couple of times, with her insisting I do her up the arse again. Then we just lay together, our naked bodies wrapped together.
“You know that we could write this off as a crazy affair? Some insane fling that we could try to forget about?” I said, solemnly.
“Is that what you want to do? Pretend none of this happened?”
“No, but I want to give you a chance to move on. I want you to know that you can live a normal life, once we get back home.”
“Why would I ever want to live a normal life, when I know I can have you?”
“This won’t be easy or straightforward.”
“Yes it will. It will be so easy…because we love each other.”
I wasn’t sure I believed her, maybe I was just too old and too cynical, but I didn’t say anything else. I felt this was her decision to make. She kissed me on my cheek and we continued lying there in an easy and mostly contented silence.
Epilogue
Despite the seemingly unending cavalcade of debauchery and decadence we had indulged in over the last few days, neither of us were unaware of what was happening in the real world. It was impossible not to be concerned about the gradually escalating sense of crisis that had befallen this city and this country. I had begun to worry whether we would even make it home okay. Theatres, restaurants, shops and schools had all been closed. What about airports?
In the end, we probably got out just in time. After one last fuck for the road, we checked out of the hotel and took the Subway down to Penn Station; once more dicing with danger in a rapid transport system that was hardly renowned for its cleanliness. From there, we travelled back to Newark Airport. Our flight was going ahead as planned, although the number of passengers was fairly limited. Like the inbound journey, we each could have had a row of seats to ourselves, but neither of us had the slightest intention of being anywhere else other than right next to each other.
Three times during the flight she gave me a handjob, and she even sucked me off once, under my blanket when everyone else was sleeping. I fondled her breasts endlessly and fingered her cunt once or twice. Apart from that, we huddled together, whispering and conspiring, considering whether we dare go and fuck in the toilets. We didn’t, but we were both sorely tempted. This would be, after all, our last opportunity for a very long time to join the mile-high club.
Apart from our sexual shenanigans the trip back was reasonably uneventful. We landed at Heathrow just after six in the morning, and the place was practically deserted. It only took us about twenty minutes to get through passport control and pick up our bags. Half an hour after that we were at the long-stay car park, and heading home.
The original plan had been for Sadie to stay with me for a day or two more and then go back to her mother’s. But that was clearly not going to happen. This was the point when the Coronavirus pandemic came to our aid. We were going to self-isolate. That was what we were going to do. Well, that’s what I told my ex-wife, in the phone conversation we had later that day.
“Are either of you feeling ill?” She had said, a concerned tone in her voice.
“No, we’re both right as rain, but it’s best not to take any risks. You can be asymptomatic apparently, and Sadie would feel awful if you picked anything up from her.”
“So how long are you going to be in quarantine for?”
“I think the government recommends at least two weeks. So, we’ll do that and see how we get along.”
“Ok, if you think that’s best. Is Sadie there? I’d like to talk to her.”
“She’s a…bit busy at the moment. I’ll get her to ring you back later.”
My daughter was indeed a bit busy at that particular moment in time. She was on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock as I spoke to her mother. Once I had put the phone down, I fucked her on the floor of my hallway.
Within a few days, the whole nation was told to stay at home, save lives and protect the NHS. So, those first two weeks became an almost indefinite lockdown. In many ways, that period of time became something of a blissful period for Sadie and me. It was the beginning of what was to become our new relationship. The two of us living together as a couple, falling in love. Again.
We talked, we laughed, we argued, we ate together, we watched Netflix together.
And we fucked. Oh boy, did we fuck.
It turns out my daughter was every bit as insatiable and libidinous as her mother. We were at it relentlessly, like a couple of sexual deviants. We fucked and we sucked, we licked and we bit, we slapped and we choked. Nothing was beyond the pale, nothing was considered wrong or immoral. Like a couple of hippies from Haight-Ashbury, our attitude was if it felt good, we did it.
I like to have my arse eaten. There, I said it. There are few things I enjoy more than the feeling of a tongue burrowing away at my anus. Some people find the idea disgusting. My response would be, don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.
Sadie was happy to try it, so there I was, on a Saturday morning, stood next to my bed, with one leg up on the frame, my arse waving in the breeze. My daughter was kneeling behind me, with her face buried between my cheeks. She was licking away contentedly, her hand wrapped round my cock. She tugged me off as she rimmed my bum hole.
And the pissing thing didn’t go away, either. We didn’t do it a lot, but we certainly did it enough. Usually I would empty my bladder onto her, but she liked to give as well as receive. I had been a bit squeamish about the whole thing, to be honest, but I was determined to indulge my little princess. So I found myself lying on a towel on the bathroom floor, as Sadie crouched down over my face. She had been wearing nothing but those high heels I had bought her in the States.
I saw her pretty little pussy descend down on top of me. Then, almost at once, a shower of hot liquid descended on my face. I can’t say it did all that much for me, although it wasn’t the least bit unpleasant, and I was happy to do it for her. The sacrifices fathers make for their daughters.
This is a story about an infection. A disease. A contagion. But I’m not talking about the virus that originated somewhere in a wet market or perhaps a laboratory in China. I’m talking about a different kind of infection. I’m talking about incest. Who knows where it came from, or how it was transmitted, but both Sadie and I had come down with it. A really bad case.
The world changed in the Spring of 2020. Everyone knows it. A lot of people got ill, a lot of people died, and the rest of us had to cower inside. But the world changed for me and Sadie in a different way. We became lovers. Partners. She’s not just my daughter now. She’s my girlfriend. She’s my woman.
She’s going to move in with me. It was practically the first thing we agreed. She’s going to go to university down south and live with me. Although the details are a bit vague, since all her exams have been cancelled.
“Don’t you think you’ll miss out?” I asked her, in a quiet post-coital moment.
“You always say that. I can still go to parties and stuff.”
“But what about boys? What if you meet someone your own age?”
“I have someone. I have you.”
“But there’s no future in this.”
“Don”t say that. Never say that.” She brought her hands to my cheeks, staring straight into my eyes. “I love you. I will always love you. You’re it for me. I’m yours and you’re mine.”
She kissed me, and soon enough our post-coital moment had become yet another coital moment.
In truth, who knows what will happen? Our lives are still suspended for now. The lockdown remains in place, although there are rumours it may soon be eased. Perhaps, if what we have is also a virus, we will recover? Maybe, when the pandemic has passed, our relationship will go back to normal? The fever will abate, the contagion will fade away.
I don’t believe that, of course. I know it’s not true. I agree with Sadie; she is mine and I am hers. She’s my lover now. My soulmate. I can’t imagine life without her. I want to spend the rest of my days with her. I want us to be together until the moment I die.
We’ve even talked about children. Nothing serious, not yet, but the subject has been raised. She mentioned it to me, quite casually, almost in passing. I suppose I should have quickly quashed the idea – that’s the role I tend to play, the reluctant voice of reason – but I didn’t. We discussed the risks, and we agreed nothing would happen for a long time to come, but we both know what we want to happen. Eventually.
So this is our life. Our crazy, wonderful life. An incestuous affair. It’s madness. It’s illegal. It’s joyful. I never feel happier or more content than that moment when my dick slides inside her tight little cunt, her large breasts press against my chest, and our tongues meet in a deep soulful kiss. And then when I cum? When my cock erupts and my semen floods her pussy? Pure heaven.
Somehow, inexplicably, my daughter and I have found love in the time of Coronavirus. If this is a disease, I pray they never find a cure.
The End
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