Age Is Just A Number Daughters Are Just Lovers - Victorian Father Daughter Incest No10
Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
It is difficult giving up one's profligate ways, even war couldn't change that. And not to mention the glorious debauchery of every chit who is willing! Imagine my distress when finding my latest target is a little bit too close to home, literally. Impetuously, I married the girl and made her my Dutchess. Now what am I to do?
It is over and sweet Elise is my wife. Now all that needs to be done is visit with her Uncle George, and we will be on our way to Lewellyn Manor in the country.
My collar suddenly feels far too tight, and I can feel myself perspiring. What is happening to me? I feel like a school boy all of a sudden.
“You what?” Well, it will have to be annulled. This cannot happen!”
“It has already happened and will not be annulled. Elise is with child.”
I am laughing hysterically in my mind at the lie, but it seems to have an effect on George. He looks bilious.
“No, it cannot be! You don’t understand! You cannot father a child with Elise! This is a catastrophe!”
“What do you mean I can’t father Elise’s child? I certainly can and have, sir! What the devil would prevent such a thing, I’d like to ask?”
“You silly bastard, you are her father!”
Silence. Deathly silence fills the room, and Elise looks like she will faint.
“How can this be, sir?”
“Do you remember bedding Felicity Broadmore during one of your trips home from playing soldier at war? Yes, I see you do. Well, Felicity bore you a child while you were away, and she died in doing so. I am Elise’s Godfather and ward. I have raised her to be a good girl and now look what you have done!”