All Chapters of Unholy Cravings-a Sinful Obsession: Chapter 621 - Chapter 630

I stayed with Papa and Nana for around two months. Despite whatever doubts they may have had, they ended up publicly supporting my father, which meant a lot to me. I withdrew into myself, but was good for them, not wanting to give them reason to complain about my behavior. I slept very little and often cried, sometimes for no reason at all. I just wanted things to be back the way they were. I just wanted mom back.Then, something like a miracle happened. Mom didn't return to me, but my Daddy did.I was out running errands with Nana; when we got back, there he was- just outside talking with Papa. They weren't jovially laughing like they usually were with each other, but there wasn't anything awkward or hostile. They were just two men who shared the grief of my mother's absence. I ran into my father's arms, and he took me home. We stopped at McDonald's on the way home, and we talked about nothing, and he made the dumbest jokes, and I loved him, more than ever.He told me that night that

I know that the stereotype of teenage girls is a bunch of catty bitches trying to bring each other down, but we weren't like that. Larissa always told me how good I looked and never ever made fun of my weight. I always told Larissa that her petite beauty was amazing. And we both told Hana that her androgynous look was fucking gorgeous. She was athletic with boyish short hair, and both men and women found her pretty irresistible. So, I guess what I'm saying is that we all kind of validated each other. It was nice. I wouldn't ever imagine that my friendship would ever be tested by my own awful feelings.When we walked out to the pool, bringing our iced tea and portable speaker with us, Daddy was just finishing up his laps. He tried to get them in every day and also did things like push-ups and other exercises. He was honestly in excellent shape for his age.Yeah...so...you may have noticed, I've been avoiding describing him. Physically, I mean. I can't do that anymore. Even now, after e

The car was silent for a bit. It wasn't uncomfortable. If anything, it was...electric. I felt something passing between us in the small space, and I knew that it wasn't just in my head. In my aroused state, I noted my father subtly adjusting his pants. I smiled, knowing that I had an effect on him.He spoke again, his voice full of worry."I'm sorry if I've upset you, honey. I didn't mean to. I want you to always be able to ask about anything, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable."He put his steady hand gently on my knee, in that reassuring way that he sometimes did. Without thinking, I grabbed it and held it with both of mine, sliding it up to my midthigh, which was still not nearly far enough according to my aching pussy."You don't know how happy it makes me to know that you think I'm sexy, Daddy. I don't always feel attractive...and sometimes I feel kind of fat and ugly. But you're the best and most handsome man I know, and if you think I'm beautiful, then I know I must be."

As I said the words, I dipped another purloined fry in ketchup, and then slowly licked it off before taking the whole thing in my mouth. Daddy couldn't look away, and I felt like the sexiest woman alive. Then he reached over, and I felt his gentle finger at the corner of my lips, cleaning away some ketchup that had escaped my mouth. He cleaned his own finger, in an off-handed fashion, sticking it in his mouth and sucking it clean.My breath caught. I felt my expression getting more serious, tense. Daddy kept smiling. It wasn't the warm one that I'd become used to. It wasn't cold either. It was...hot, and full of hunger, like his gaze, was a fire, and my body was just so much dry wood and tinder, ready to catch.I knew then that he was playing the same game I was. Maybe it was just one of dares and tricks. We could pretend to be together. We could hold hands. We could even make little flirtations over lunch. But we both wanted more, and I really wanted to see where this went.After we

We got dressed quickly, me in a short sundress, probably too thin for the weather, but definitely sexy. He looked good in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, and before we left, he stopped me and put his jacket around me. It was too big, but it made me feel like I was his, somehow.We walked, hand-in-hand, back to the quiet downtown. The shadows were lengthening, and it would soon be dark. The sun peaked through the clouds on its way down, and we stopped to watch it. I felt more at peace than I had been in years. Probably since my mother disappeared.We finally stopped before a place that I had never been before. The front simply read "Argo's." It looked less like a restaurant and more like a converted house. Soft candlelight played at the windows, and soothing, romantic music enveloped us as Daddy held the door for me to go in.The decor was tasteful, and I couldn't help but notice there were quite a few couples here. When we sat down, I looked at the menu, which was relatively tiny, but