My name is Tony. This is story of the first time my daughter and I had sex. Well, she fucked me first, my mind that is. And then, I took her. She is bipolar and has many complicated issues. I don’t know, maybe I was in the wrong, but things just happened.
I have a few rules in my home. No one is allowed to be frightened. Not my children, not my dog, not my wife. No one!
On every rainy, stormy, windy night, I would always stay up and watch over the house until the I knew the storm was passing.
Since my wife passed, it’s just been me and my daughter. It’s been years. So many years. She has grown so much. She is 22 years-old now, but things are not exactly the way they should be. How could they?
She reminds me of her in 10,000 little ways. She even looks like her mother now back when we first met in subtle ways, and some not so subtle.
1:45 AM: My phone started blaring and I awoke from my sleep. Severe thunderstorm warning. Large hail. Strong winds gusting to 60 miles per hour. I opened the radar app. It would be here in just a few minutes.