I had watched Susan grow up since she was ten. I bathed her, cared for her, and became the only constant in her life. She saw me as her guardian, her closest friend, almost a father. To me, she was the only family I had left.By the time she turned eighteen, the feelings I had tried so hard to bury could no longer be ignored. I hated myself for them. I fought them every day. But the more I resisted, the clearer it became: I didn’t just want to protect her. I wanted her forever. No other man would ever touch her.I waited. I waited until she was twenty. Only then did I allow myself to claim what I had long decided was mine: her virginity, her body and her future.Now she lay beneath me, still whispering the word that once defined us.“Father…”I covered her mouth with my hand, my voice low and firm.“You’re still calling me that… even after our wedding?”“Umm… sorry.”I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “So what do you call me?”She tried to look away, but I guided her c
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