Chapter 9
The road was long and wide and immaculate, the freshly laid asphalt gleaming in the bright sun like the shiny, shimmering back of a snake wending its way through a forest. Two lanes led in either direction, separated by a yellow line down the center, and at four in the afternoon traffic was only sporadic. The road was lined to either side by endless rows of modest but well kept suburban houses, each single storied and each with its small front lawn. It was just another main drag, Nelida thought. A year ago, even if she had never seen it before, she would have thought it was something special. All streets and places, people and things were special to her then, because she had seen so few of them. But she was a year older now, and she had spent a year with a man in a truck, driving over and over again from one corner of the continent to the other. So this was just another main drag. Commuters took it to work in the mornings, and they'd take it back again that night. If it weren't for the commuters the road might as well not exist at all. Nelida had seen at least a thousand roads just like it, and this one looked just the same. It was hard for her to believe that this was actually Xenia, Ohio, and this was the street of her home.
Oh Jesus Nelida thought. The pretty teenage girl sighed under her breath and shrugged her shoulders to lift the heavy pack a little higher on her back. Then she took a deep breath and continued to plod up the sidewalk paralleling the street, now less than a block from her house. Her jeans and loose sweat shirt were covered with the familiar grime of the highway, and as she walked she could feel the even more familiar ache spreading dully through her feet and ankles and calves. $1.20 in her pocket, her thick brown hair matted like an animal's, the way her lower back hurt from sleeping on the ground so much ... she had to go home, Nelida reminded herself adamantly. It had been only ten days since Dan had dropped her off in Kansas City, but it felt more as if she'd spent half a year in the Philippines. Sleeping under a tarp on the snow outside of Cincinnati; threatened with a vagrancy charge in Independence; talking herself out of no fewer than three impending rapes, each at the hands of some pervert who picked her up on the road ... no, she had , to go home. Most men who picked up female hitch hikers had only one thing on their minds. Dan had been an exception. After ten days on the road she appreciated that more than ever before. She'd been lucky to make it back to Xenia in one piece.
Though she might be even luckier to make it into Xenia with her life. Nelida frowned, shrugged the pack on her shoulders and stopped walking. The house she had grown up in was directly before her now, looking no better or worse than it had when she'd bid it farewell for good twelve months ago. A faint shudder passed through Nelida's body, and for the first time she had a real sense of being home. Then she bent her head and plodded up the walkway to the front door. She didn't really want to do this. Her father would probably welcome her with open arms, but her mother ... Nelida rang the doorbell and bit her lip as she waited. Her mother would probably spend the next week beating her from head to toe for running away. Her mother was the main reason she'd run away in the first place.
"Come on in," a drunken voice shouted from the interior of the house. "It's open!"
Nelida smiled faintly to herself as she pushed open the door. Well, at least one thing hadn't changed; her father was still getting smashed at four o'clock in the afternoon. George had always been such an incredible alcoholic, for as long as she could remember. A nice man, a trul3r loving father in a way I , but it was hard to have much respect for a parent who couldn't even climb the stairs after eight o'clock without tripping all over himself. Nelida unshouldered the pack and pushed it ahead of her into the house. No, George would always be the same. Her only question now was, which job her darling father had gotten himself fired from this time.
"I said come on in, god damn it!" the voice reiterated. "It's open!"
Nelida took a deep breath and entered the house. The living room was dark and abandoned looking, furnished still in her mother's bright but dreary style that had depressed her as long as she could remember. A game show was holding forth on the television set, and there was a stack of empty beer cans on the coffee table. George was lying under a blanket on the, couch. His thinning hair was mussed, his face was sweaty and a company shirt was open to, reveal the wiry grey hairs of his powerful workman's chest. Just as grungy as ever, Nelida thought resignedly. Forty years old and he didn't look a day under fifty.
"Hey ya, Dad," Nelida murmured. She smiled and kicked the pack ahead of her onto the carpet, shutting the door behind her. "Guess who?"
George narrowed his eyes and squinted at his daughter across the shadowed living room. Then his eyes widened, and his drunken expression opened in recognition.
"Nelida," he said hoarsely. "Nelida."
"That's me," Nelida said I cheerily. She crossed the living room and grinned down at her father. "It's your darling daughter, come home from a year of fun and adventures. Where's Mom?"
An hour earlier, when a lecherous insurance salesman had dropped her off on the outskirts of town and she had begun trudging wearily homeward, Nelida had occupied herself by anticipating her parent's reaction to her return. There was no real problem anticipating her mother's; her mother would simply start beating her as soon as she walked through the door, and after imagining the scene a few times Nelida had quickly tired of it. But her father's reaction was an interesting question. He might stare at her in amazement, then run over and hug her until her bones felt as if they would break. He might be shy; he might even act reserved, in an obvious effort to conceal his embarrassment at seeing her again. George had always been an emotional man, which may or may not have been a cause of his alcoholism. There was no telling what he might do, and for the five miles between the freeway off ramp and her house Nelida had entertained herself intermittently by visualizing his reaction.
She had never, however, expected him to break out crying. For several seconds, as she stood smiling down at him next to the couch, George pressed his head into the armrest and gaped up at her in stupefaction. His eyes moistened, and the tears began to run down his sallow, leathery cheeks. A moment later he was sobbing like a baby, holding his hands over his face to conceal his expression from his daughter.
"Aw c'mon, Dad, for Christ's sake," Nelida said. "It's just me. I'm not here for the rent or anything."
"I'm no good!" George screamed tearfully. "Oh ... oh God, I'm no good! Nelida ... I'm no good, I'm no good, I'm no gooo-hooo-hooooooood ..."
"Aw Dad Jesus Christ!" Nelida exclaimed. She shook her head and looked down at her father in bemused exasperation. "Would you knock it off, please? I've got enough problems without having to listen to this. You didn't do anything. I ran away from Mom, not you. I love you just fine."
Nelida's attempt to soothe her father's feelings only made George cry that much harder. Sighing, Nelida pushed her father's legs roughly off the couch and sat on the cushion next to his hip. As she did so the blanket slid slightly up his leg, showing his naked, hairy thigh and revealing that he was wearing no pants. George immediately pulled the blanket tightly around his waist and, recovering himself slightly, sat straight on the couch next to his daughter.
"Now that's better," Nelida said soothingly. She leaned forward and gave her father a brief kiss on the cheek. "Tell you what. Why don't I go out to the kitchen and brew up a nice, big pot of coffee? Then you can get yourself sobered up a little and we can have ourselves a good long talk. How's that sound?"
"No, nothing more," George muttered vaguely. He sniffled and stared at the floor. "No more drinking. I swear, I'm ... I'm never I going to take another drink again."
"No, Dad, I said coffee ..."
"You should have stayed away, Nelida," George said solemnly. He pursed his lips bitterly and kept his eyes hollowly on the carpet. "I don't know what you were into out there, but you should have stayed away. I'm no kind of father for a girl like you. You're ... you're ... and I'm just a drunk. I'm just an old drunk now, and you would have been better off somewhere ... grooving ... I don't know ... something ..."
"Dad, would you please knock it off?" Nelida said sternly. "I already told you, I love you just the way you are! You're my father, and I don't want you to change a bit unless you want to. Now! Why don't you just tell me how things have been around here? And where's mom? Believe me, I can hardly wait for her reaction. Ten to one she'll beat me until.."
Nelida's sentence was interrupted by her father's hoarse, miserable sobbing.
"Now what's wrong?"
"I'm all alone now," George said tearily. "You're all I've got, Nelida ... oh God, all I've got ... we're all alone now. I'll take care of you, honey ... I promise ... oh oh God ..."
"What?" Nelida asked incredulously.
"Your mother has ... deserted us," George said carefully. He shrugged his shoulders and gestured helplessly with his hands. "She ... just last month ... she ran away, from home. That was when I got fired and ... my drinking ... I disgusted her, Nelida. I truly disgusted her. I don't know where she is now. She might have gone back to Pennsylvania, but she could be anywhere. It's been a month now, and I haven't received a word ..."
Nelida widened her eyes and stared at her father incredulously. Then it was as if an enormous weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she suddenly found herself smiling. She had hated her mother as long as she could remember; the news that she had deserted them didn't upset her at all.
"... and I'm just an old bum, Nelida," George continued drunkenly. "I'd like to paint a better portrait of myself, but I can't. I'm just a worthless old drunk who can't hold down a job ... you'd be so much better off if you'd stayed away from me ..."
"Now c'mon Dad, don't be like that," Nelida said soothingly. She moved closer to her father on the couch and wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck. "You may drink too much, but you're not an old drunk. I love you just the way you are, and to tell you the truth, I don't care at all that Mom's gone. I never liked her anyhow."
"You don't really mean that."
"Oh, I mean it, all right," Nelida said assuredly. She grinned cheerily and made an effort to change the subject. "Now! It's four o'clock in the afternoon and you're watching tv. What happened to the job, Dad?"
"Oh Nelida, don't torment me like this," George said wearily. "You know I got fired."
"That's okay, Nelida said. "But seriously now, you gotta do something for money, don't you? It's been a month, right? You've' been looking for work, right? So what's lined up?"
George shook his head and stared despondently at the floor. Then the tears again began to run down his cheeks, and a second later he was crying as hard as before.
"Oh Dad, for Christ's sake ..."
"I'm no good for you Nelida, I swear I'm no good," George sobbed jerkily. "There's not much left in the bank and I ... I just sit here all day and drink. I don't even ... don't even have the decency to wear a pair of pants ... I just drink and watch television. Pretty soon all I'll have to do is go on welfare. I'm just an old drunk..."
"Oh Dad, stop it!" Nelida exclaimed helplessly. Her own eyes moistened, and as she stared at her father's pathetic condition she felt herself overwhelmed with pity for him. Suddenly she threw herself against him, embracing him tightly and showering affectionate kisses across his cheeks and chin and neck. "Cut it out, Daddy, I love you! Stop crying! I love you! Cut it out!"
It seemed to take George a moment to understand what his daughter was doing. His sobbing diminished, and he slowly sat up on the couch. Then he lifted his head and returned Nelida's kisses. But the affection was not the sort ordinarily displayed between a father and a daughter. Instead he kissed her intensely, laving his lips across hers and insinuating his tongue into her mouth, as a man would kiss a woman before the act of copulation. Nelida felt his arms twine around her waist, lifting the hem of her loose sweatshirt and caressing the ivory smooth skin of her naked back. Instinctively her nipples stiffened against the fabric, and she felt the guttural warmth of lust course through the hair fringed lips of her pussy; for a moment she almost kissed her father back. Then her eyes widened, and she forcibly separated herself from his embrace.
"Dad!" she said embarrassedly. "For God's sake, don't kiss me like that! I'm your daughter!"
"Oh Nelida ..."
George immediately started crying again. This time his sobbing was much louder than before, and there was something in his expression that told Nelida the true depths of his misery. Nelida flushed in embarrassment and unconsciously moved away on the couch.
"Oh c'mon Dad, it's not that big a thing," she said huskily. "I mean . .. you just surprised me, that's all. Take it easy. I understand ... "
"You don't understand!" George cried ashamedly. "I'm telling you, I'm just no good! I'm a filthy old drunk! I sit in front of the tv all day and drink, and I ... think things, and it's so awful!"
"What are you talking about?" Nelida whispered.
"l masturbate!" George confessed loudly. "There! I masturbate! Your mother's gone, and I'm here all day, and I don't have anything else to do! I jerk off all the time, like a kid or something! I don't even have the decency ... oh Christ ... not to think about my own daughter."
"Dad, I just don't understand what you're talking about."
George swiveled his head and looked at his daughter openly. His expression was a grimacing mask of shame and rage, as if he were on the verge of shooting himself. Suddenly he grabbed the blanket and threw it off his body, leaving himself naked except for the open work shirt.
"There!" George cried, almost triumphantly. "Do you understand that? Do you? Go ahead, look at it! I told you I'm no good! Do you understand now! Go ahead, look!"
Nelida widened her eyes and stared disbelievingly at her father's naked body. George had the biggest, hardest penis she had ever seen. It stood out of his pubic hair with steel-like stiffness, at least nine inches long and incredibly thick, pulsing and throbbing before her eyes with its engorgement of blood. She could see the plum sized orbs of his bloated testicles between his legs, and she could see the pink, blue veined hardness of his cock as it twitched stiffly against his navel. The head was enormous, spongy and swollen, glistening as his cum slit literally oozed semen all over his dick. Nelida felt the lascivious heat in her cunt intensify immediately, and for a moment she thought she would faint. Dan had had an exceptionally large male organ, but it had certainly been nothing like this ...
"Do you understand now?" George continued bitterly. "I don't even have the decency not to desire my own daughter. I think about you all the time, ever since you were a little girl. Can you imagine how it makes a man feel to know he wants to fuck his own daughter? I'm no good for you, Nelida; I'm telling you, I'm no good!"
Nelida widened her eyes further and said nothing. She couldn't take her eyes off her father's big dick. It actually seemed to be throbbing rhythmically before her eyes, as if the blood was pounding violently through his engorged member with every beat of his heart. It was the first sight Nelida had had of her father's penis, and as she looked all her thoughts seemed to gel into the simple, irresistible passion of her lust. It didn't matter that George was her father, or that he was a drunk, or that she had just walked in the door, that she had been away from home for a year, that she was sixteen years old. All that mattered was the incredible blue-veined stiffness of his meaty erection, and the way it was making her pouting pussy moisten with the feverish needs of her desire. She wanted to suck it, Nelida realized hypnotically. She wanted to purse her lips tightly around the hardened pink shaft, and suck his cock hard, and gulp down a his thick semen as it squirted down her throat.
"Don't look at me like that, Nelida George said. "Oh my God, don't you know I feel bad enough about it already. I'm sorry honey, but I'm just no good ..."
"Daddy," Nelida whispered huskily, "do you really want to fuck me ?"
George gasped at the obvious arousal in his daughter's expression and said nothing. Nelida continued to stare at his bloated organ a second longer, panting lightly through her flared nostrils, feeling the animalish need of lust flow through her whole body. Then she raised her arm and gently clasped her fingers around the meaty thickness of her father's massive erection. She squeezed his big prick hard, sighing as she felt its swollen length pulse nakedly against her palm. George gasped again and widened his eyes. Nelida tightened her grip around his blue veined stiffness and quickly began to pump his penis up and down, wantonly masturbating him with her hand.
"Nelida, stop that," George said softly. "You don't ... unh ... you don't know what you're doing. I'm your father. Don't do this to me. I won't be able to stop myself . Oh God ... oh God ... ohhhh ..."
Nelida continued to stare at her father's member and began to jerk him off much -harder. Her strokes became hard and frantic, incorporating all the skill she had learned in a year's worth of sexual intercourse with Dan. Soon the seminal fluid again began to seep from George's cum slit, coating the mauve glans with the translucent liquid and dripping luridly onto her fingers. It was then that Nelida realized she simply had o take her father's big penis into her mouth. She knew there was a possibility that she would regret the decision afterwards, and in the back of her mind she was sure that they would both have to confront the enormous significance of their incestuous contact. But now she was much too horny to care. Her pussy felt wet and hot in her panties, and her nipples were as stiff as two little rocks. She needed to suck his cock immediately.
"No Nelida, stop ... no ... unhhhh ... no ... unhhhh unhhhunhhhh ..."
Nelida bent forward until her face was only inches from the rock hard shaft of George's twitching cock, the mushroom shaped head bobbing and pulsing before her eyes. Pausing, she licked her lips and shook her thick brown hair out of her eyes. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could. The pulsing crown of her father's member fit comfortably between her lips, and as soon as she tasted the saltiness of his seminal drippings against her tongue the wanton sense of her own arousal worsened. Nelida moved her hand down the thick tumescence of his organ and resumed her stroking along the base of his dick. Then she clasped her lips wetly around the head and puckered her cheeks, eagerly beginning to suck her father's cock as hard as she could.
George groaned loudly and relaxed into the couch.