Welcome Home Daughter - Victorian Father Daughter Incest No4
Publisher: Lot's Cave, Inc.
Many years ago, being young and full of myself, I allowed a grasping lady of the ton into my bed to disastrous results. At nineteen I had to marry her. The bitch died having the child and I promptly fostered her out and then on to private schools. Now she has finished her schooling and wants to come home to Wellsleigh, and when I see her for the first time in many years, I am astounded by her beauty and how enticing she is. God, help me.
“Cranston, would you be so kind as to bring me another pot of hot coffee? I find I need the boost to my day more and more.”
“Yes, milord. And might I congratulate you on your daughter’s return home.”
“Yes, well, that will be all, Cranston.”
Word certainly traveled fast. How did he find out? No matter. It is a fait acompli.
When I hear the head footman call for Cranston, I know she has arrived. Cranston greets her at the door and soon he is announcing her arrival to me, in my study. I love this room for its old ambience and the reminder of my father, whom I adored. I gather that love within me and hope Father is looking down from Heaven, ready to help me in any way he can.
“Gwendolyn, how lovely to have you home,” I smile, not knowing what else to say.
“Hello, Father. I will16 reserve any pleasure in being ‘home’ until I have been here for a while. In which direction are my chambers?”
By some trick of magic, there is my dead wife standing before me, perhaps not the exact image of her, but certainly the hardened bitch. Well, this makes my guilt and shame lose some of its bite.
“Cranston, show Lady Gwendolyn to her chambers please. And, Gwendolyn, you will have dinner with me tonight at seven o’clock. We eat early in the country.”
“Yes, Father,” she practically spits out, and I sense a test of wills on the horizon. So be it.