On Marni's Grave

Shilo pulled her mask off and let it drop to the ground as she looked down at her mother’s tomb. She sat down on it gently, brushing her fingers over the engraving, enjoying the soft sounds of the night outside.

Her room had grown stuffy, and she’d needed to escape. Her balcony had felt like a cage, and the rest of the house threatened to grow boring quickly.

Only here, with her mother, could she find peace, fresh air, anything to liven up her night. She sat there, spacing out, considering going out to stretch her legs and walk.

She was about to when she heard the sound of old metal moving, a creek piercing the night like a dagger. Her head jerked to the doorway and she watched as it opened. A figure stood there, looming, and Shilo’s heart jumped up to her throat. Only once he was within the chamber, and the door had been shut, did she recognize the fluid eyes of her father in the dim light.

“Dad?” she whispered, and he walked over, eyes wide with shock to see her. In the dark she couldn’t make out the details of his long leather jacket, his typical Repoman attire, save for the helmet. He was glad for that.

“What are you doing here, Shilo?” he asked, walking over to her. He undid a few of the buttons on his jacket and let it flopped to the sides, exposing his t-shirt beneath. “You shouldn’t be out here.”

“I needed some air,” she said, brushing her hands over her thighs. “The house is stuffy.”

Nathan stood looking down at her, and when she looked up, eyes half lidded it resembled a look she’d given him only recently, when he’d carried her from outside this very grave home. When he’d taken her in her bed during her high fever.

She’d never said a word of it. It must have been lost in the haze of intoxicating drugs. Nathan was relieved and disheartened at the same time. Ashamed as he might be, he wanted Shilo to remember, to know what he’d felt for her, with her. He wanted her to accept it, love it, need it. Cherish it like he cherished her.

Wishful, sick thinking.

“You should get back,” Nathan said, “I can take you, even.”

“What would mom think,” she said, ignoring him, staring out the barred windows, “if she knew?” Nathan looked down at her, and she wrung the hem of her skirt. “If she knew…” she trailed off, looking away, and Nathan looked sternly down at her.

“If she knew what Shi?” he asked Shilo sighed, looking away, and whispered,

“If she knew how you touched me, how I kissed you like she probably did.”

Nathan stared down at her, eyes wide, his heart freezing in his chest. She remembered, Shilo remembered. The desire for this was suddenly replaced by panic. It left Nathan speechless, and all he could do was stand there. He was just staring, cheeks just slightly flushed, when Shilo turned to him and looked up. “I bet she’d hate me,” she whispered, and stood up slowly. She reached out and ran her fingers over his jacket, feeling the slick leather, “if she could see the look in your eyes when you see me.” She leaned up, still much shorter than Nathan, but still closer to his face now than before. “She’d hate me, too, if she saw me do this.”

Shilo leaned up more, gripping onto his t-shirt to jerk him down just enough for her lips to graze his. Nathan stiffened, heart jerking to life, and Shilo smiled against his lips. She released him, taking a step back, and placing her hands on her hips.

“I bet she’d stand here and say that I’m a monster, a daddy’s girl,” she said, lowering her eyelids at the last part of the sentence.

“Shi-“

“You can’t disagree,” she said, sitting back down on the grave. Nathan, at a loss for words, said nothing, only looked away, out the gated windows. He stood there in silence, unsure what to say to his daughter, or if there was even anything he could say at all. How did he begin to tell his daughter that her mother could never hate her, even if they never met? How could he tell her that it didn’t matter now, Marni was gone, and she was all he had left. And he’d choose her in a second, his Shilo, over anyone in the world.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said finally, sitting down next to Shilo and reaching over, taking her hand. She looked at him, and he squeezed her hand gently. “Your mother isn’t here, Shi, I am.” He released it and rested his forearms on his knees.

“I know,” she whispered, tracing her fingers along the edge of the stone now, unable to sit still. Silence fell again, and she inched closer, her thigh pressing to his. He looked over as she draped her arm over his leg, fingers dancing along his inner thigh. “Still…I must be a monster to her.”

Nathan reached to grip her fingers, push her hand away, but she was too fast. Her fingers brushed up against his groin, pressing hard enough that it was impossible for him to miss, before drawing back. She slid away, pulling her feet up onto the stone and pressing them firmly to it, spreading them so her skirt draped down, covering most of her cream colored panties.

“Shi-“

“I wasn’t dreaming about you,” she said, playing with the ends of her skirt that hit the stone. “That night.”

Nathan swallowed hard, staring at her. He knew exactly what night she was talking about.

“I was out,” she said, “I know you were lying. And he…” she shrugged, looking away. “I don’t know, I’d never been around anyone but you.” She sighed, her small chest heaving out. “It was exciting…” She trailed off, but when she looked up her eyes were hazy again, like they had been that night. “And then it turned into you,” she whispered, voice thickening with lust, “and it was even more…enticing.”

She pulled on her skirt a little more, and it inched up her thighs, showing more of the creamy fabric covering her sex. Nathan felt his chest growing tight, his cock twitching in his trousers. He tried to look away, and when he did, Shilo frowned and shifted, crawling back over to him. She braced a hand on each of his thighs and looked up, a few strands of her hair drifting into her face.

“You’re still enticing,” she whispered, and felt his fingers graze her skin as he brushed the hair from her face. “Am I, daddy? Am I still pretty?”

“Shi,” Nathan said, nearly choking on his own tongue. “You’re beautiful, Shilo.” She smiled and he braced her as she crawled onto his lap, reaching behind him and playing with the ends of his hair. She leaned against the leather of his jacket, too distracted to wonder why he was dressed as he was, and kissed him gently, softly.

Nathan barely moved at first, trying to will himself to carefully lift Shilo off of him, to take her home and put her to bed. She wasn’t ill, there were no toxins running through her system. She was just Shilo, just his daughterr, and he had to be her father now.

But when he tried, he found his fingers digging gently into her sides, his lips pressing ever so gently against her own. She relaxed into him, kissing the corner of his mouth, and then his cheek. When she got to his ear she tugged on the lobe gently, before whispering, “Would you touch me again, daddy?”

Nathan’s heart stilled, and he ran his hands down along her sides. “Shi,” he whispered, and she kissed below his ear gently. “I need to get you home.”

“We don’t need to go anywhere,” she whispered, tugging on his hair a little. He gasped, tilting his head back, and Shilo’s lips touched his throat, her tongue flicking over his Adam’s apple. She kissed lower, leather grazing her cheeks. “We’re fine where we are,” she whispered, into his shirt, and lowered herself down, pushing her sex down against his groin. Even through the layers of cloth, he could feel her heat.

“Shilo, I can’t-“ he whispered, before his voice cut off as her fingers unbuttoned his leather jacket, splaying against his t-shirt covered chest, then nails pressing in. He looked down at her, and she was worrying her lower lip.

“Why not?” she whispered, working on more of the buttons.

“You’re my daughter-“

“That didn’t stop you before!” She cried, leaning back. This time Nathan grasped her and lifted her off, setting her on the stone and standing up. He walked towards the doorway, and Shilo climbed up on her mother’s stone, planting her feet firmly on it. “Dad!” she called as he reached for the door. Nathan stopped, and cautiously, he looked over his shoulder at her. She stared at him, unsure what to say, and dropped her arms, which she had been holding out. Her eyes faded, losing their glow.

“Please, don’t go.”

Nathan turned around, looking at her, and felt his heart sink. Though ever moral bone in his body begged him to leave, he walked back over to Shilo, reaching out and gripping her hips so she turned to face him. Now about level height, he kissed her cheek gently, before touching his forehead to hers.

“Tell me you love me,” she whispered as his hands moved from her hips to her arms, running up and down them, feeling her skin chilling slowly.

“Shi,” he whispered, and her face contorted, looked pained.

“Please.”

“I love you,” he whispered, reaching up and sinking his hands into her hair, gently rubbing her temples. She leaned forward, their foreheads resting together, and just smiled.

“Then what now?” she whispered, reaching around his neck as he lowered his arms again, encircling her. “What now, dad?”

Nathan was quiet, unsure what to say, what to do, when Shilo kissed his cheek gently, pressing against him and letting him hold her. He squeezed her tight, stroking the tips of her hair, reveling in the feeling of having her in his arms.

He’d lost one, he would not lose another.

And just like that, Nathan knew what he was going to do. It wasn’t the sane, logical action anyone should ever take, but he was going to take it. And Shilo, for that matter.

When she looked at him next, he kissed her, his lips pressing against hers, into hers, softly, tenderly, as he exploder her spine. She moaned softly, fingers running over the leather of his jacket. She undid the last two buttons, and he shrugged it off. It fell loudly to the floor, and Shilo tugged at his shirt on, her fingers wrapped around the hem, brushing his stomach.

With a quick movement, Nathan lifted Shilo into his arms and crouched down, setting her on the stone so she was sitting. As he stood up, but before he could do anything else, Shilo was reaching up and popping the button on his pants. She pulled the zipper down as she lifted onto her knees, and massaged Nathan through his underwear. He groaned, watching Shilo as she tugged down on the waistband, freeing his sex, and as she stared. She’d had such a high fever before that a few details were hazy, and seeing his length, so close to her now, made her ache between her thighs.

She tentatively wrapped her hand around him, stroking him gently. He sighed, lids feeling heavy. Shilo leaned forward, her lips touching the base, kissing gently. When he groaned, her confidence grew and she kissed along the underside, unsure what to do, just knowing every sound that escape her father’s parted lips made her feel hot within her own skin, made her nerves ache.

When she got to the tip, her tongue darted out and ran over it. She tasted his salty liquid, and licked again, liking it. Nathan’s eyes slipped shut as she took the head into her mouth and sucked gently, her hand moving along the rest of his length. Nathan had to restrain his hips, how they wanted to drive forward into Shilo’s small mouth, how he wanted to be buried deep inside something warm.
And he couldn’t help but think he enjoyed this more than he had when Marni had last done it.

Shilo moved her lips lower down, trying to take more of him into her mouth, but when he got near her throat, she coughed, moving back and falling on her butt. She continued coughing, and Nathan crouched down, crawling onto the stone. He pulled Shilo to him, stroking her hair as she regained her breath.

“Sorry,” she whispered, blushing, and he smiled and kissed her temple.

“Shi,” he whispered, nuzzling her hair, “there’s nothing to be sorry for. Now…” he leaned back, one of his hands running up her thigh. “Let me, Shi.”

Shilo gasped and leaned back, her hair splaying over most of Marni’s name. Nathan lifted one of her legs, pulling at her panties so they dangled around one ankle and slipping between them and lifting her hips. He bent his head and ran his tongue between her lips, taking her back to the first night he’d touched her. To the heat, the sickness, the need she’d felt for him, and the pure elation she’d felt as he’d kissed her most secret places.

“Dad-dy,” she cried, arching up, her body contorting, only held in such a position by her father’s strong hands. He kissed her deeper, her arousal coating his tongue, his throat, making him moan, ache for her to sheath him again.

He let her down gently, leaning over her and bracing himself with one hand and kissing her mouth. She tilted her head back, their tongues dancing together, as he guided himself into her. She gasped into the kiss, gripping onto his arms, nails digging in. He leaned up, gasping out, “Shi,” and she smiled, her own chest aching.

She closed her eyes and tipped her head back as he began thrusting in and out of her, his hands finding her clothed breasts. He managed to unbutton her sweater as she moved her hips with hers, but gave up on her shirt and pushed it up. He bent his head, slipping an arm beneath her and lifting her up so his lips could wrap around one of her nipples. He bit down on it gently, making her cry out and wrap her legs around his waist.

“Dad!” she called, one of her hands slipping between them and pressing against her clit, making heat shoot through her body. “Harder, please,” she cried, and Nathan arched up, gripping her hips as he drove deep inside her. She cried out, finally feeling skin rub skin, the friction she needed. She reached out, her fingers gripping the edges of the stone as she arched her back, crying out to her father as her muscles convulsed around him, as her head tossed and her hair whipped, hiding Marni’s name from sight.

Nathan gasped, seeing his daughter in such an elongated orgasm that part of him waned to be standing at the foot of the stone, watching her writhe and cry out with every wave of pleasure.

But the majority of him wanted to stay exactly where he was, buried deep inside her as she was wracked over and over again, as she clawed at stone and cried out. Nathan arched himself, unable to take anymore, and cried, “Shi!” and paused deep inside her. Shilo could feel the heat of his essence, how it coated her inside, and gasped, feeling another convulsion. She shuddered, and Nathan collapsed, catching himself just above her. They panted, staring into each other’s eyes, and Shilo smiled.

Nathan bent down, kissing her forehead, at a loss for words. He didn’t pull out of her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the corner of his mouth, before finding his lips, and didn’t think twice about considering staying just like this with his daughter, keeping her pinned under him until she was ready to move again.

He reached up with one of his hands, brushing his fingertips of the engraving of Marni’s name, feeling the silk o Shilo’s hair, as she squeezed her muscles around him and whispered that she’d stay like this forever…