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In My Father’s Arm

Rosie Zweet








This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 by Rosie Zweet

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First Edition: August, 2017




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Miss Hope Davies

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Miss Hope Davies

1835, England.

I bring my candle near the painting on the wall. I can see my mother’s signature clearly on the corner.

I fight a sudden urge to cry. After crossing the big ocean from America to London, and then shamelessly inserting myself in Lady Cecilia’s house party, finally, I find him. It must be true that Lord David Lloyd is my real father.

I lean closer, looking at the painting more clearly. Before seeing this, I am not sure if my suspicion is correct. But this painting chases away all my doubt.

This painting looks like the sketch I found inside my mother’s hidden box, three years ago. In both, he was still a young man, handsome with lively auburn hair and sparkling green eyes.

He looks little different from the current Earl of Rossford I know, though.

But it is expected for one to look different when they getting old. The young man in the painting smiles so openly while Rossford, I suspect he never smiles. He is stern and forbidding.

I exhale loudly, remembering what his daughter—Lady Cecilia or I should call her my half-sister—said about her father’s unfriendly demeanor. But I am his daughter. I wonder, will he love me if he knows the truth? Will he ask me to live with him here in England?

Honestly, I don’t want to go back to Boston. My mother, my stepfather, and little sisters are a picture of happy family there. And I am an odd one among them. I want to belong and loved too.

Before I meet Lord David, I always wondered why my mother left a man she loved back in England, but now, I know that he was already a married man at that time. I surmise he must be different back then, not brooding like nowadays.

A deep voice from the darkness, makes me jump, startled.

“What are you doing here, Miss?” Lord David says, disapproving.

I want to fly to his arm, telling him that I am his daughter. But his dark looks stopping me.

We are standing so close. I can see his handsome face so clearly, noting slight indention in his square chin.

Another discrepancy.

I fight back my tear.

Papa, I want to call him but, “Forgive me, my lord,” I say instead.

He scowls darker. “Things different here, in England, Miss Davies. You should go back to your room, lest people will mistake you for something else,” he scolds me, making me shiver under my sheer nightgown.

“Ummm… ahh… I just miss my father, and you look just like him,” I blurt.

“Really?” he asks in disbelieve. Then, his green eyes narrowed. “It’s not a mistake, I see,” he adds.

What mistake?

“Ahhh… yes, that’s it, my lord,” I say, smiling to cover my confusion.

“Well… I can’t have that under my roof,” he says hotly.

Oh, Papa please don’t be angry!

“Please, my lord. I… I just can’t sleep,” I say.

He is silent for a moment, assessing me with dark eyes.

“You’re hopeless, Girl,” he exhales loudly. “Let’s go to your room then,” he says as he drags me through dark corridors.

He seems to know where my room is. I wonder if by chance he recognizes me too, for I am the spitting image of my mother, brown hair, blue eyes and heart-shaped face.

We enter my room quickly. The room is dim with only a small lamp on the table.

Suddenly, he takes off his breeches. I yelp in shock, and my heart is beating faster.

“What… what are doing, my lord?”

He looks at me oddly as he folds his breeches. But luckily he still has a shirt on so that part is still covered.

“I sleep in the nude,” he barks in annoyance.

Suddenly, he chuckles darkly, shaking his head in mirth. “Do I really look like your father?” he asks.

I nod. “May I call you Papa?” I dare to ask.

“Well… I think I should leave now—”

“Oh please stay here, Papa,” I cut him, stopping him donning his breeches again. If he sleeps in the nude so he shall now. I truly don’t want him to leave. I won’t let society’s rule to stop me bond with my long lost father. So, I help him to take off his shirt instead.

But I blush furiously as I see his naked body.

He’s my father, not really a man, I tell myself. I try not to glance there, but my eyes are drawn to it.

I gasp when I see it, standing proudly between his legs. And it seems growing under my watchful eyes.

“It’s not fair if I’m the only one in my birthday suit, isn’t it?”

I tear my gaze from his manhood. “Ahhh… of course not,” I say, agreeing.

With trembling hand, I take off my nightgown. I shiver visibly when my naked skin touches the cold air.

My father eyes scan me from head to toe, making me shiver even more.

“Shall we, Papa?” I squeak.

I want to break his wandering gaze so badly, so I drag him to the bed.

He chuckles again. “Eager… I like that.”

I lay my body on the bed. Suddenly, I feel shy, so I cross my hands, covering my naked, rounded breasts.

He tsked. “No, no… I want to see you, Girl.”

I remove my hands and blushing furiously. He wants to see his daughter I suppose. And he has the right. I am his daughter after all whether he knows or not, it doesn’t matter.

“Beautiful,” he says as he moves behind me, spooning me.

Immediately, I scoot closer, seeking his warm body as we lie together on the bed. It feels so nice to have my beloved papa spooning me like this. I crave to be loved like this since I was a child. Having a doting father is a luxury I never had.

Tentatively, he brings his hand to my belly, drawing me closer still.

“Please love me, Papa,” I whisper.

You’re so naughty, so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear.

And his hand does the loving, it strokes my belly lovingly, making me feel funny inside.

I squirm, moving closer to him. My back hits his hard chest.

“You really need it badly, don’t you?” he rasps as he kneads my breasts gently.

“Yes… ohhh… yes… Papa, please love me,” I whine. “I need you.”

He chuckles. “Don’t be afraid, my girl. I will. I will make sure you can’t walk straight on the morrow,” he says as he grinds his manhood on my bottom.

Oh my, it seems to get big and bigger. It is a common thing for a man when they see a beautiful girl I’ve heard. I suppose a father will get hard too when they see their beautiful daughter.

Suddenly, he squeezes my breasts harder, shaping and pinching my nipple.

“Ahhh…” I moan, biting my lip.

“You like it, don’t you?” he growls, grinding faster.

“Oh yesss… I love it,” I answer, breathless.

Then I feel something prodding my cunt. Large and thick and hot.

“Oh god, you’re so tight,” he says as he stretches me with his manhood.

I wonder if it is right for a father to put his manhood inside their daughter. I also wonder if he does this to Lady Cecilia, my half-sister. And it makes me mad. I want him for myself only.

“Ohhh… Papa,” I moan, moving my hip so he can penetrate me deeper.

He bites my neck as he shoves his large tool deeper, stretching me wide open.

“Arrgh, sweet heaven,” he groans.

It stings a little but the stuffed feeling is so good. His love feels so good.

We moan, breathing hard as our bodies try to become one down there.

With a hard thrust, he settles to the hilt. I wince a little because of the brief pain.

Noticing my discomfort, he stilled. But his throbbing meat feels so good inside me.

“Ohhh… Papa…”

“Shouldn’t you stop calling me that by now?” he says as he licks my jaw, kissing my cheek and lips softly.

But you are, I bite my lip to stop my retort.

I grind my hip, drawing low growl from his lips.

“Naughty girl!” he says as he starts to move in and out me, bucking me hard and fast.

My eyes roll back. His cock feels so good.

“Ahhh… so tight…” he says as he keeps his fast pace, pummeling me with his manhood.

I arch my back, angling my cunt for his cock, for his love. He acknowledges me by hammering me faster, feeding me with his love relentlessly and grunting madly as he does it.

Is this how one should be loved?

I want to cry aloud because of the mounting pleasure my father brings to my belly.

“Papa… thank you ohhhthank you,” I say as I move my hip, following his rhythm.

“You truly love my cock, don’t you?”

Then, he flips me, flat to my belly and garbs my hip high and proceeds to shove his cock in and out me faster, rocking the bed under us.

“Take my cock… take it ahhhsweet cunt,” he growls, pummeling me in and out with a strength that belied his age.

Finally, I can’t stand the pleasure. I cry out as my cunt clench, tensing and then clutching his pistoning cock so hard.

It makes him wilder. He holds my bottom higher, angling me more for his hammering cock, jolting me to and fro as he works his length in and out me.

I am sated, spent and limp, but my papa still plows me vigorously. And I let him use me. I want him to. I want him to love me more.

“God… ahhh… I’m cumming,” he yells loudly as his cock twitching before it spits, and flooding my cunt.

I feel the splash inside.

“Ahh… Papa,” I moan in pleasure.

We are so loud. I wonder if my neighbors can hear us. But I don’t care.

He is still panting above me. “Oh, God… It’s been a long time since I am cumming this hard,” he says as he rolls me and wraps me in his strong arm.

“Thank you, my dear,” he says when he kisses my cheek swiftly before he drifts to sleep.

His warm and hard body feels so nice. “I love you, Papa,” I whisper before I go to dreamland too.

I am glad that I found you.


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The Explorer’s Daughter

1885, Egypt.

Staring at the ceiling, I think about my predicament. Uncle Angus’ solution is the best one, I know that. With my father’s, and then my fiancé’s recent dead. I have no one here but him. He was my father’s dearest friend after all.

But still, my heart is beating madly as I wait him to come to my room. I stroke my cat’s fur gently, trying to calm down my racing heartbeat. Lucy makes tiny ball as she curls up in the crook of my arm.

I should chase her away, for she can’t sleep in this bed with me tonight. I sigh heavily, but oddly she makes me less nervous.

With my father passing, I have to go back to my aunt’s house in London. And I don’t want back to England, that’s for sure. After spending half my life—nearly a decade— here, I don’t want to leave. I come to love exploring the tombs and ruin of the long dead pharaohs.

I shudder at the thought of going to London. In her letter, my aunt mentioned about ball and soirée. She wants me to marry before I turn nineteen, she said.

It makes me resent my reckless father and fiancé. If my father not died three months ago, and then my fiancé, Lachlan, two months after him, I would have been a married woman now.

Uncle Angus and I, we share the same grief and disappointment. Lachlan was his only son. With him gone, Uncle Angus is alone in this world just like me. We only have old tombs and dead language to study as company.

When I was a child, I often wonder if by any chance they delivered a wrong baby to wrong family. And maybe I am Uncle Angus’ daughter instead of my father’s.

Uncle Angus and I, we have a lot thing in common. We both love doing research off the excavation site, not doing the digging ourselves, unlike my father and Lachlan. They were more like father and son.

The door is creaking open and Lucy immediately jumps and then running outside.

My heart beats faster as Uncle Angus tall, lean frame comes to view. His old face looks gentle as usual but his blue eyes looks wary and awkward.

With blond hair and blue eyes, he does look like his son. I can’t help but noticing.

He sits in the edge of the bed.

“It’s not too late for second thought, my dear,” he says.

I shake my head. Uncle Angus is kind, thoughtful man and great explorer even better than my departed father. And he is like second father to me.

“It’s okay, Uncle. I know you want a son and I… I don’t want to go back to England,” I say with conviction.

He sighs heavily and climbs to the bed. “I just want you to be sure, my girl,” he says softly. “I feel guilty suggesting this mad scheme to you.”

Of course, I know that. Lying is a big deal to me too. And now, we are lying to my aunt, saying that I had already wed to Lachlan just shortly before he died, and I am with child already. But it won’t be my beloved fiancé’s child. It will be his father’s.

“We have to do what we must, Uncle,” I say, trying to be wise.

“Ah… yes, my dear,” he says as he spreads my legs, and takes his position in between.


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