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I'm not proud of myself for this (Or maybe I am). My only suggestion for you to get through this chapter is to open your mind. I don't know, but I wish you luck while reading.

Father/Daughter Relationship-Parent/Child Incest -Smut- Teasing -Angst- Teenagers- Underage Sex -Belle is not the legal age of consent -Consensual but Statutory -Daddy Kink

This is your last warning. If this is not your type of thing, please tread no further.

Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some, who are given the chance, cling to morals, or the gods, or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The Climb is all there is. -Lord Petyr Baelish

Prologue

I blame that damn show. Game of Thrones. I believe it's what started this whole mess. I wish I never went to Barnes and Nobles and purchased her those damn books. I wouldn't blame myself, how could I? How else could I explain the feelings I have for her, for my daughter Belle. I have two other girls and none of them seem to warrant the same effect I have with Belle. My wife did at one point or another. I cared about my wife Colette, always have. I call her Cora for short. When we met, I was an unloving man. I only cared about my son Baelfire. Baelfire's mother left me and abandoned him to run off with a younger, more handsome man. That day I vowed to never open my heart to another woman again, but faith had another plan for me. Colette Mills was an interesting woman, a nurse fresh out of school and not ready to venture out into the world of nursing quite yet. She was too busy nursing her own desires. The night of the Storybrooke fair, I was enjoying the night with my son. Watching Baelfire ride the fair rides and eating his fill of fried greasy food. It wasn't until a beautiful woman with reddish-brown hair bumped into me, making me spill my full cup of beer on my favorite black Dolce and Gabbana Gold-fit wool suit. I was close to cursing her out, but she was too beautiful for me to vain her name. She apologized and I noticed I never seen her in town before.

"I'm new to Maine. I was looking for nice place to settle down in after I became a nurse." She said loudly over the noisy fair antics.

"Storybrooke is a town for its quaintness. You will do fine here."

She smiled at me and that's what restarted my heart. I introduced Cora to my son and asked, noticing she was alone, would she like some company while at the fair. She accepted and she accepted the invitation back to my home to get better acquainted over a glass of scotch. One thing led to another and Cora was in my bed riding me fiercely. She was wild between my sheets and I loved it. She grinded her warm entrance on my member as I bucked my hips to reach deeper inside her. When I was close to my orgasm I tried to pull her off of me to unsheathe myself, but she held me down forcibly as she continued to sway her core on mine. In my state of shock, she bent down and whispered in my ear come inside me. I gave her a devilish grin and filled her up until my seed dripped from within her.

A few weeks later I convinced Cora to moved in with me. After a few months she became pregnant and after nine more months Zelena was born. Bealfire was so happy to have a baby sister. He loved her and so did. She was so beautiful, born with wisps of orange hair that grew curlier and darker as she got older. I married Cora, how could I not? She made me so happy by giving me such a beautiful child and accepting Baelfire as her own. By the time Zelena was three, Cora was pregnant again. Another girl was born to us with cold black hair and chestnut eyes that matched my own. She was perfect to me. Cora gave her a name that was meant for the Queen that she was, Regina. My life was perfect, I had everything I wanted. A strong son that loved sports, a red-haired daughter who loved fashion and a brunette who looked like me. I also had a hard-working wife that loved me and our family just as much as I loved them. Cora began working a twelve hours night shift job from six in the evening to six the next morning. Everything was ideal, until Cora got pregnant again very unexpectedly. Regina was already seven and we had given up on having anymore children, but we couldn't change fate. Belle was born. She was breathtaking. I didn't understand why I felt so happy when she was born. Perhaps it was because it had been seven years since Regina's birth. When the doctor placed her in my arms I broke down and cried. She was so little, only weighing 5.2 pounds. Her tiny hand couldn't even fully grasp around my finger. She was a tender little thing with vivid blue eyes that matched her sister Zelena's. I didn't want to put her down and I hated when I had to give her to her mother so she could hold Belle.

Regina and Zelena were perfect baby sitters and Baelfire even helped too. I loved them for that, but it was me who loved to play and spend the most time with Belle when she was a baby. As she grew into her beauty, she fell in love with books. Perhaps it was because I read to her as often as I could before she went to sleep.

Unfortunately on Regina's 16th year, she became pregnant by a young man named Robin. I was devastated. I hated him for taking my daughter's virtue and then not even sticking around for his own son. I wasn't ready and neither was Regina, but Henry was born and I became a grandfather.

As the years went by, my children continued to grow. Baelfire was 27 and long since moved out to live with his girlfriend Emma. Zelena was 23 and in college out of state. She attended UMass at Boston and the college life seemed to suit her well. Regina was 20 and decided to pursue her nursing degree at Storybrooke Community College so she wouldn't have to leave Henry. Belle was just 13 and almost finished with middle school. Regina and Belle both still lived at home with Henry of course, a small boy of 4. He reminded me of my Baelfire at that age and even looked like him with his dark brownish hair.

One evening at the dinner table, a strange discussion transpired that began my descent into my dark intentions.

"Regina, have you started watching Game of Thrones? Everyone at school talks about it." Belle asked her big sister.

"I've seen a couple of episodes, but I haven't really just jumped into it. It's kind of slow." Regina said.

"Is that show on HBO?" Cora asked.

"Yeah so you know what that means." Regina said.

"Very racy with foul language." I specified to Cora.

"Well I don't want Belle to be watching such things."

"Hmm? You let her watch Penny Dreadful with you." Regina pointed out.

"Yeah, but I fast forwarded pass the dirty scenes." Cora explained.

"But mom I really want to watch it. It's all everyone talks about at school, even the teachers." Belle implored.

"Cora the show is based off books. Perhaps she can just read the books instead, something less visual." I suggested.

"Fine I'll make you a deal, Belle. We will get you the books and if you finish them I'll let you watch the show. As long as one of us is watching it with you."

The next day, I went to the bookstore and found a copy of all five the books of the A Song Of Ice And Fire series. A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and A Dance of Dragons. Belle was so happy when she saw her collection and she began reading immediately. I also took interest in the books as well and we even read some chapters together. In four months time, Belle came running into me and Cora's bedroom bouncing on our bed happy as could be.

"Mommy, Daddy. Guess what? I finished A Dance of Dragons, that's all the books."

Such a dedicated little bookworm I thought to myself.

"So I guess you're ready to start the show now?" Cora asked her apprehensively.

"You promised mommy."

"You did promise her dear. You can't go back on the deal now."

Cora sighs. "Fine."

We located the show on DirecTV's OnDemand and started from the first episode of the first season. I enjoyed the story of it and I kept watching long after Belle and Cora had fallen asleep in our bed. After about 3 weeks, we were caught up to season 3 and my middle daughter Regina even became enthralled in the show too. Belle became a dedicated fan, she even liked to go back and watch previous episodes.

Cora, however, did not enjoy the show as much as we did. So I continued to watch the show with Belle or Regina. Regina loved that brooding, always angry looking fellow, Jon Snow. So did Belle, but she grew even more fascinated by another gentleman on the show named Lord Petyr Baelish, also known as Little Finger. He was a small man with a slender frame and stubble goatee. He tended to stay behind the fighting using his words and his power of manipulation to move and change the game to work for him. Little Finger was in love with a woman named Catlyn, but when she died he came to lust for her daughter Sansa, an innocent teenaged high born lady.

"Regina who's your favorite house?" Belle asked one evening at dinner.

"The Starks. Duh!"

I laughed. I thought the Starks were dim-witted, always putting themselves in preventable danger. My favorite house were the Lannisters. Tyrion was a smart man, Jami was very clever, and Cersi was filled with passion. I found all those qualities within myself, but the father Tywin was who I really appreciated. He never made a move unless he was sure it would work in his favor.

"What? What's wrong with the Starks?" Regina asked after she heard me laughing.

"Nothing I just believe you only like the Starks because of their magical abilities and their noble decision making skills."

"Well yeah, they are true to themselves. What about you, dad? Who's your favorite house?" Regina asked me.

"I like the Lannisters."

"Eww Dad! Jami and Cersi are gross!" Regina said.

And they were. They are brother and sister, also very incestual.

"Well you can't help who you love." Belle tried to point out.

"They're evil too, except for Tyrion." Regina explained to her younger sister.

"They have a kingdom to control. Brash decisions have to be made, but it was the Starks' fault I seem to recall. They wage war against the Lannisters and they weren't even responsible for the death of Jon Arryn. It was Little Finger." I tried to justify to my middle daughter.

It was true the Lannisters never really started the war and it was the Starks' who took both of Tywin Lannister's sons, Tyrion and Jami, as hostages. Regina rolled her eyes in defeat.

"But they pushed Bran out the window." Regina said in rebuttal.

"Ok that's enough with that damn show! Can we eat please? Starks and Lannisters." Cora said shaking her head. "How about we fight for this family? The Gold's."

I laughed and my daughters found it funny too. Cora didn't understand the hold the show had on us. It took me back to a simpler time where fighting and backstabbing could get everything you wanted. Now-a-days slick talking was all you needed and I was a man of few words.

The next evening Belle and I were watching Game of Thrones. Belle chose the episode and decided to go back all the way to season one. We already finished the sixth episode and the ending credits were playing. She was wearing her bedtime clothes, a long cotton gown with different color butterflies and flowers printed on it. It was very child-like, but that's what she was, a child. Her auburn hair was still wet from her shower and flowed down to rest on her shoulders and back. The room was dark and the light from the television only illuminated her face. She was focused on the show, watching and listening to every word the characters spoke of. The seventh episode's opening credits were ending, and Belle gave me a smile and I returned it, I really was enjoying her company. Regina was asleep due to the fact she needed to go to work the next day and Cora was already at the work at the hospital. About ten minutes into the episode the character Little Finger appeared. He was also the owner of a brothel and was teaching two prostitutes how to be more believable whilst pleasuring a man. I quickly reached for the remote to fast forward through the lewd scene, but my hand was blocked by Belle's.

"Daddy this scene is important. It explains how Little Finger became a clever man rather than a brute."

I sighed and gave in. She loved this show and I couldn't deny her information on her favorite character. The two women played with each other and vocalized their pleasure with obscene moans and heavy breathing. The women were very beautiful in their bliss and I felt an ache in my groin as I observed the erotica. I looked to Belle as she watched the sexual act and she seemed almost aroused, biting her bottom lip and tugging on the collar of her gown in an anxious fidget. In that same scene Little Finger also explains that only by admitting to what we are, can we get what we want. And I wanted her. I confessed it to myself, that I was a monster, as I placed a hand on her thigh and moved it inward along her seam line. I was expecting her to push my hand off and run to her room. But she only looked at me with curious eyes, those blue eyes so filled with light. I pushed her gently onto her back so her head would rest against the arm of the sofa and kissed her intimately with closed eyes. She even accepted my tongue as I used it to massage her own. I was still expecting her to push me off and run from the monster that I was, but she only moaned in my mouth as I padded my hand toward her center. Perhaps I wanted her to push me off and slap my face to bring me back to my senses, but she didn't and I kept inching my fingers closer to her wetness.

Once I reached her panties they were damp with her juices. Was it the show having this effect on her or me? I didn't care to know, just delighted that it was occurring. I pulled away from her lips and began to use my tongue to lick the soft skin of her neck, biting her softly when her hips jerked against my bulge. I snaked my fingers around her panties and massaged her swollen clit. She gasped in my ear. This was all so new to her, she was only 13, never had she known such passion. I halted my teasing to gaze at her. My daughter was beautiful with her eyes tightly closed shut from her pleasure and her hands gathered in fists holding onto the material of the couch. I pulled her gown up over her small breasts. She was flat-chested on her back, but I was still able to suck and tenderly bite her erected nipples. She grinded her small body into my embrace when I gently tugged her nipple with my teeth. I left her breasts and kissed my way down her torso until I reached her awaiting mound. I pulled her lavender colored panties down her hips and over her knees to pool at her ankles. Then I tucked myself between her legs, letting them rest on my shoulders. It was so small, a little flower not quite yet ready to be bloomed. I kissed her there and sampled her sweet nectar. She moaned her excitement as I used my tongue to deprave my daughter's soft essence. I reached down to myself, unbuckled my pants and took myself in hand. My cock was oozing from its head with anticipation. I stroked my hard erection starting with small tugs of the tip, before long I was pulling the whole length of myself as I played with my daughter, Belle. I was so close and I needed all my concentration to release my tension. I grabbed her arm and pulled it down to her heat to show her how to play with herself. I watched her use her tiny fingers to make small circles on her bud. Her breathing began to labor and I knew she was close. Her face almost looked frightened. Was she afraid to come? Or was it the fear of the unknown if she let herself go?

"It's okay Belle, lose yourself." I whispered and exhaled a breath into her mound.

Her hips began to grind wildly against her hand as she let go of inhibitions. I released mine too into my hand so I wouldn't ruin the sofa, but I couldn't forget or get over the fact that I was between my own daughter's legs. She looked down at me with an indecipherable look. My expression probably resembled hers. I turned my glare away from her. My shame was through the roof and I became angry, not just with myself, but with Belle too. How dare she let me do something so immoral to her and find joy out of it.

"Clean yourself up, and go to bed."

"Daddy B-but I-"

"Belle, I said go to bed. Now."

She swung her legs from around my shoulders, pulled up her underwear and pulled her gown down to hide her body, leaving me in the media room alone with my indignity. I put my face onto the couch to inhale my daughter's scent and licked my lips to taste her one last time. I went to the kitchen to wash my filthy hands and pour myself a drink. After my sixth glass, my mind was numb and I was able to fall asleep on the couch where I tasted my Belle.

Well you made it to the end. Please don't kill me. I am in no way FOR incest or molestation. I hope you stick around for the next chapter. Now excuse me while I go to church.

-RL