I masturbated as I imagined what he would say if he were to walk to the bathroom and see my bedroom door open allowing him a view of his son fucking h...s granddaughter! It made me cum thinking about it even though I knew it would never happen. Some things just can't be understood by people and I knew my grandparents would never be able to comprehend my true relationship with my parents. I know I had to get up soon so I picked out a light blue dress shirt of my dad's I kept hidden in my closet. "Oh, quit it with the amateur psychiatry. I know all the same hocus-pocus about this stuff as you do. I know it better, even. But you don't really understand it, Travis. You think you do, but you don't."Because, that first time he did it to me, I let him because he was my daddy and I loved him. And I didn't tell my mother because I knew it was really bad, what he'd done, and that he would be in a world of trouble if I told on him."But after that, other times, he would come and we would do it —. I locked the door so as not to get caught and quickly stripped out of my clothes.I put her bra on first and then found a pair of her thong panties.I felt my nipples and my cock thru the lace as I stared in the mirror.Instantly my thoughts of sucking cock came back. Unfortunately I did not know how to go about finding one (no internet then)I ended up cumming and licking it off my hand,took her clothes off and went back to drinking beer.That night all I could think of was dressing and finding. As she stood laughing, her shirt still open and her breasts heaving from the struggle, me burning with shame and embarrassment, I looked her in the face and told her she would pay for this. Earlier I had told her not to call me a bitch again and that I would get her back. “How?” she had asked simply. I was on the spot and had to think quickly. “I’ll shame you in front of... of the whole of Paris!" I stood up, stark naked, and walked to the bathroom. I tried to stroll like a model, straight back.