We Have a Secret That No One Must Know

Chapter 1 Isabella

ATTENTION: THIS STORY IS 100% FICTIONAL!!THE ACT OF INCEST IS WRONG AND SHOULD

NEVER BE COMMITTED IN REAL LIFE. IT IS OKAY TO HAVE A FANTASY, BUT ALSO BE MINDFUL

OF REALITY.

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"Hi, my name's Isabella. I'm 17, have brown hair and hazel eyes, and I'm 5'6". I live in a small town

called Little Vill with my mom, dad and my little brother. In a small town like this it is hard to keep many

secrets. Things circulate around here so fast. Rumors either start in school or in meet ups with friends.

You could only truly keep a secret if you were to never think about it...."

I closed my note pad and put it aside on my nightstand. I'm writing a mini book about my life in Little

Vill. It's the weekend and school is coming to an end. Two weeks left to be exact. I have no home work

to do and I'm getting bored. So I decided to write a book.

Writing isn't something I really do so I'll probably update the book maybe once a month.

I got out of my bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. As I reached downstairs I saw my father sitting

on the coach watching football. He's a real sports fan. Only sport he doesn't really like is golf. He says it

isn't active enough.

As he screamed at the tv all I could do was look at him and scrunch up my face because he was being

extremely too loud.

He turned and looked at me and gave me a look as if saying “WHAT DO YOU WANT”.

I just rolled my eyes and went to the fridge to get some orange juice.

"Bella honey do you mind passing me a beer while your at it.”

As I was about to pour my juice I groaned in frustration.

I reached to the bottom of the fridge and decided to get him two beers since I knew he'd want another

one later.

I walked over to the couch and gave him the beers.

"Aww...you got me two!" He said in this lovey-dovey voice.

"Because you love beer for some reason... weirdo." I said faking disgust.

He laughed and told me to sit down and watch the rest of the game with him.

I didn't want to, but me and my dad don't spend much personal time with one another. So if it's as

simple as watching a game then I'll definitely take the offer to have quality time with my father.

There was 10 min left of the game and I was starting to get a little interested.

Since I didn't know the teams I just decided to chose whoever was winning.

My dad was really loud and dramatic as he bounced on the couch screaming for the team to win.

I found out that the team was called the 49'ers and they were winning.

The game came to an end and the 49'ers won!

My dad screamed extremely loud. So loud I thought my ears would pop.

He turned around to me and screamed "HELL YEA BABY.. WE WON!" And then he grabbed my head

and kissed me!

Not a kiss on the lips, it was meant to be a cheek kiss. But with all his excitement he went so fast that I

don't even think he realized that he was a little too close to my lips.

I was in shock as I continued to watch him scream at the tv in excitement.

I told him I was going back to my room, which he barely noticed.

I went upstairs and fell onto my bed.

I closed my eyes and thought about what happened not too long ago.

My dad almost kissed me.... and... I think I might have liked it.

The thought almost sent shivers of disgust down my body, but at the same time... it sent lust throughout

my body as well.

The feelings that I'm feeling rn, it isn't right

But why does it feel good?

I heard a knock on my door. I looked up and seen my dad holding a glass of orange juice.

I looked at him in question.

He took slow strides towards me as he handed the cup out to me and said "I'm guessing you forgot you

poured this for yourself."

He's right, I did forget.

I sat up in my bed and took the glass out of his hand.

I took a long swig of the juice and placed it on my nightstand.

"Thanks" I said

"Why were you just laying in your bed like that? Is something wrong." he asked as he sat down beside

me.

He started to rub my knee in a comforting manner.

His touch was distracting me, and as he gazed into my eyes I started to get lost in his crystal blue

ones.

For the first time ever in my life, I look at my father with attraction. I was starting to get feelings for him.

Physical features that had never stood out to me before were now starting to show. His chiseled jawline

and his built body. The muscles faintly showing through his shirt

His soft brown hair, with the slight indentation of his natural highlights, which really helped to bring his

whole appearance together.

My dad continued to stare at me with soft and worrisome eyes.

I snapped out of my daze and told him that there was nothing wrong and that I was just wondering what

I'd be doing all summer long.

He chuckled. "Well sweetheart, I can assure that there will be a lot of adventure for you this summer."

I smiled at him knowing that every summer, dad always finds a way for the whole family to have a good

time. Maybe he might finally take us to Paris this summer.

My dad gave me a light kiss on my forehead and told me not to think too much, or else it'll drive me

crazy.

He's not wrong.

He got up from the bed to walk out.

A thought popped into my head and before he could reach the door I called out to him.

"Hey dad?"

"Yes honey.” He said turning around slightly.

"When do you think mom and Jackson will be back?"

He checked his watch

"Well it's 1:30 now and they've been gone since 11.... maybe around 3?"

"Why do ask?"

"No reason I just wanted to know.” I had many reasons. My main one being if I could try and seduce

him.

He raised his eyebrows and gave me suspecting look.

I smiled up at him as innocently as possible.

"In the meantime, why don't me you bond! We barely get quality time together to bond. And now seems

like the perfect opportunity" I said with a smile.

"You're up to something"

"No I'm not!"

"Yea you are, I know that look. You always make that look when you're planning something. Usually I'd

walk away because I know I'm always the one to get hurt, but this time. I accept your challenge."

I laughed because my dad knows me so well.

I want to explore this feeling inside of me with my father. I want to experience it with him. I want him to

start seeing me the way I have started to see him.

I can't just view him as my dad anymore. I want to start something with him. I don't know if it'll work, but

I have a lot of time on my hands to try.

I got up from my bed and went to give him a hug.

I put his hands on my waist and then reached out to my hands behind his neck.

"Uhh... what is this for" he chuckled nervously.

I pressed my body further into him and nestled my head in the crook of his neck.

"This is for being an amazing father, I love you" I said.

And then I looked up at him and kissed him on his cheek, making sure to kiss close by his lips.

I made sure to linger my lips on his face for a little while before removing them and staring into his

eyes.

He was holding onto me pretty tight. It was comforting and warm in his arms.

We looked into each other's eyes for just a minute. And then he pulled away.

He cleared his throat and stuttered with his words a little "I-I'll be... I'll be downstairs"

He closed my door, and I heard him walk away.

I walked over to my bed and laid down once again.

I closed my eyes and smiled to myself.

I thought about everything that had just happened.

I kept replaying the scene in my mind, and I quietly whispered to myself....

"I've got him"