I didn’t know I had it in me. But Bruce Banner probably didn’t think so either.I just “Hulked” out on them. Suddenly, all I could think was, �...�SMASH PUNY HUMANS!!!”I turned to daddy and making no attempt to control the anger in my voice I said, “I am going to rip off your fucking head and shit down your neck if you open your mouth one more time; you arrogant cocksucker.”He started to open his mouth. I began to rise from my chair. He could see the genuine homicide in my eyes. He made a zipping. With both of them naked now, Stan ran his hand down over one of her legs. The smoothness of his daughter's skin was making his cock throb even harder.Although he had fantasized about this before, to now be able to actually do it was quite something different. He had often read that having a fantasy about touching one's daughter was something quite normal, no matter what the relationship or age difference, but Stan couldn't fool himself; he knew that most fathers didn't go through with it and. By the end, I was crying, and he had his arm around my shoulders.He kissed me on the top of my head. “There’s an old saying, something about that which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, but that’s probably a load of bull. I think it’s truer that the only thing you need to do in high school is survive it. Nobody really enjoys it, honey.”“It’s so unfair!” I cried. “I thought they were my friends.”“What about Becky?” he asked.“Well, she’s okay. I mean, she still hangs with me,” I. But I know it’s bloody annoying. I haven’t gotten any in months!” he replied, laughing. Later, I would ask myself what compelled me to do it. It was probably part alcohol spurring me on, and part a latent attraction to Luke, with his toned body and piercing eyes. “Maybe we can change that tonight,” I said, winking at him. Oh god. What had I done? He looked up startled and said “You can’t be serious.” I looked at the floor, wondering how I’d so catastrophically ruined my friendship, and was.