The dreams I have experienced over the last few days have been weird, to say the least. At night, I have woken up at two in the morning, sweaty body, a pumping heart and an erection the size of a cucumber. The dreams quickly evaporate and yet I remember the devil’s voice on my shoulder telling me that I’d like to fuck her, want to fuck her, need to fuck her.
Every time I shake my head and try to forget that whimpering, giggling voice.
Over several days I had dreams that reinforced the one before. I refused to let them have any purchase on my mind and quickly dismissed the idle chatter that I was hearing from that voice.
Then the devil’s voice told me that my son would succumb. He’d fuck her.
That made me sit up at night and try and force myself to remember what the dreams were about before they faded into a distant haze. I knew who the dreams were incriminating and I didn’t like it one bit.
One night I had the most vivid dream of all. I was looking at the wall of my bedroom, staring at it for ages, a constant thumping coming from the other side. A woman’s scream cried out, not in pain, but pleasure. Satisfying grunting was also heard.
I wanted to get up, move next door and stop the sound but my legs would not move, then my cock became erect and huge. It was out of proportion for me, far too big. Pre-cum oozed from the slit and my hand encroached it. I remember trying to stop myself from reacting but it was futile. My body had a mind of its own.
The wall evaporated and I saw the cause of the thumping before my very eyes. My daughter, Maisie, lying flat on the bed next door, hands grasping the bedposts nearest to me, legs curled over the back of my seventeen-year-old son, Simon, who was holding himself upright on his arms. His cock was pumping furiously into her cunt. I could see it all happening. I watched them go at it with his eagerness, her need, all combining to form the perfect storm.
The devil on my shoulder spoke to me, ‘She wants you as well.’
I shook my head. No. I shouted to Simon to stop but no words came out. When he lifted his head to look in my eyes he smiled as if to say what a great fuck she was.
The devil on my shoulder spoke to me again, ‘You’ll fuck her too, she’ll make you.’
I watched as my son pulled himself off her, allowing her to turn over and present her bottom to him. Her words were filthy and I couldn’t repeat them. Her hand came upon the bed frame and she looked over the top of it towards me. My son’s cock entered her again and then I looked into her blackened eyes as she stared back at me and smiled.
‘You’re next,’ said the devil. ‘Look at how your cock has grown.’
It had grown, and I was wanking too; pulling my hand over the shaft as my daughter, Maisie, smiled at me. She flicked her tongue up and down in a mock attempt at licking it. I closed my eyes; shaking my head. No, this wasn’t happening.
I sat bolt upright in bed, covered in sweat, panting heavily. The lower half of my chest and cock were covered in spunk and my hand still grasping it tightly.
The dream was far too vivid.
At breakfast, my son mentioned that he had a weird dream that night. I went silent; I dared not ask him what it was about. I didn’t want to know. All I told him was that he was to forget the dreams and get onto the farm as quickly as possible. We needed to harvest the wheat.
My son and I work on a smallholding that farms wheat and various other crops. During the summer he helps me out full time, it cuts the costs of hiring when he’s not at school. He’s a good lad, hard-working. My daughter, Maisie is at University, it’s her first year and she’s studying farming. We haven’t seen her in over a year and I for one will be over the moon when I pick her up in five days from the train station. I know Simon is looking forward to having her back as well. He’s lonely and in need of some company. They were inseparable when they were growing up without a mum, and recently it’s been hard for him since she left to attend University.
But the dreams have been worrying me a lot. They don’t let up and seem to get more and more vivid each time. I can’t go on worrying about them and it’s spoiling the enjoyment of her homecoming.
I can only hope they will go away once she’s here.
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I feel the rush of the train as it enters the station. I can see Maisie shaking her hand at me as it goes by and I walk in her direction. The train comes to a stop and she opens the door; she struggles with the three pieces of luggage but manages to get them on the station before I reach her. As I do, she drops her bag on the floor and rushes into my arms. Her legs leave the floor and before I know it they’re wrapped around my waist and she’s hugging me tightly.
“I’ve missed you, dad.”
“I’ve missed you too, hun. It’s good to have you back for the summer.”
I go to put her down and find her legs are still wrapped around my waist even though she has leaned backwards. She looks at me and smiles. I feel uncomfortable when she wiggles her hips and find I have to break the moment in case I get embarrassed.
“Come on, we have to get back, there’s work to do,” I tell her. It seemed to have worked and with her feet on the ground, I manhandle two of her bags towards the car park.
At home, Simon receives the same as I did. Legs wrapped tightly and hugs that would squeeze the life out of a gorilla.
To save him from the same fate, I get him to help me with the bags.
As it’s her first day back, I give both of them leave to do as they please and I find that they hang around the cottage chatting and catching up. Simon is throwing question after question at her and it’s not surprising. In a year he’ll be going to University too, hopefully.
I leave them alone for a while and tend to some chores that desperately need doing around the farm but they both follow me to lend a hand. As I said, they are good kids. Though more like grown adults now.
I was about to walk into the barn when I heard them whispering to each other. I became curious and knew that they would stop if I entered. They often did that as kids. So I crept around the barn and entered through the back door, hidden by the crates of fertiliser that had been stored there.
I couldn’t believe my ears when I heard Maisie tell Simon that all the blokes at the Farming College just wanted to fuck all the time. She told him he’d have a whale of a time if he went into farming because the women were just as bad. I heard him ask her whether she was just as bad. She must have nodded because I just heard Simon say ‘Fuck, sis.’
I started to leave the barn by the same exit. I had heard enough but was stopped in my tracks when I heard Maisie say that the summer holiday was going to be rough on her because she was used to having sex every day while in College.
Every day! The thought hit me hard.
I listened for what seemed like thirty seconds but nothing more was said. When I crept around the corner I saw that they had vanished and were now somewhere else.
I reflected on what had been said but knew that there was nothing I could do. I realised that Maisie had surely grown, up all of a sudden. I continued with the tasks that I had set myself not knowing in what direction the two of them had headed or whether I would bump into them again.
By the time I entered the house at six in the evening, the lovely aroma of lasagne had attacked my senses. Maisie had been busy and Simon had helped her prepare the evening meal.
As we ate, we caught up on everything that happened in College, the good, the bad but not the sexy, though I could tell by the way Simon was smiling that he had heard a few of the more raunchy tales. By nine in the evening, they told me that I should retire to bed and that they would do the cleaning up. That was a first in my book, no one ever volunteered to do the washing up, but retire I did and left them to it.
That evening I experienced the worst dream that I have ever had.
It was the same scenario as before only this time it was me pumping into my daughter while looking at myself in a wall-sized mirror, a mirror that we didn’t even possess. The little devil on my shoulder giggling away, ‘tight isn’t she.’
At three in the morning, I sat bolt upright, sweating and with that huge erection that didn’t want to go down. Worse was the fact that I could hear moaning coming from Maisie’s room. I flopped back on the bed and tried to ignore it. I sat upright once more with the thought, ‘please, don’t let it be Simon.’
I got out of bed and rather sheepishly put my head to the door to listen. The moaning got louder, higher-pitched, and frenetic.
“Dad?”
The words stunned me and I spun around to find that my son had exited his room opposite and was watching me listening at my daughter’s door, stark naked. At least my cock was flaccid.
“I ummm, I’m concerned that she’s alright. She’s having nightmares?” I said.
Simon came over and listened at the door. He smiled and headed off to the toilet.
“She’s having a wank,” he said, matter-of-factly, “I’ve heard it before.”
Well, I hadn’t heard it before but at least it answered two of my questions before I headed off back to bed. The noise still concerned me but I must have fallen asleep because I awoke in the morning to crashing and banging from the yard. It was late.
They had let me sleep in because I looked knackered when they peeped around the bedroom door earlier. They had got up and got on with things. I was glad of the help.
That evening, Maisie once more, prepared the dinner. It was – lasagne. I didn’t say anything but Simon did.
“Is this all you can cook, Maisie?”
She nodded, “Pretty much. Yeah. We only cook quickie meals in College.”
I looked at Simon and you could see the cogs turning in his head. I also noticed where his eyes had landed and they were on something fleshy and large.
That evening I went to bed thinking that this family is changing. People are growing up and it was time I met them on an equal footing and not as a safeguarding dad, but as a friend as well. This place was far too remote for them. They needed friends around them.
There were no noises that night when I awoke from a relatively mild dream. There was no giggling devil on my shoulder this time telling me what I or my son should be doing. In fact, it made me wonder why?
I realised that while I enjoyed the quiet of the night, it was too quiet, far too quiet. I got up and noticed that Simon’s door was ajar. I looked inside and it was empty. I looked at Maisie’s door and though it was closed my hearing told me that it too was empty and so I started downstairs towards the lounge.
I could hear that devil’s words, ‘He’ll fuck her,’ in my head as I crept downstairs.
I was halfway down when I heard words a father should not hear coming from his daughter.
