One week.

Her father had not talked to her for a week after having sex with her.

To say that she was disappointed with it wasn't enough. She was devastated. Yes… Devastated was the right word.

That day, after noticing that her father's reaction would certainly draw some unwanted attention, she rose from the bed quickly, collected her clothes and dressed up as soon as possible. With a rushed kiss on her father's lips, something that he hadn't been expecting at all and that only made him panic even more, she ran out of the room before her mother could climb up the stairs and catch them in the act. Keeping her pace as fast as possible and feeling her legs completely unstable after having being harshly devirginized by her father, she had walked all the way down the corridor and just stopped when her bedroom's door had finally closed behind her.

Even after a week, she could perfectly remember how her body had ached, her pussy pulsed and her legs wobbled while she moved, but the wonderful feeling of having her father's semen dripping down her legs surely made it all worth it.

She had been so unable to suppress her happiness at the moment, that when she found herself alone, she let her body slump to the floor and started to laugh. Laugh, and laugh, like a complete psycho, while she listened to her parents talking in the distance, far enough so that she hadn't been able to understand a single word of what they said. Not that she cared, anyways. She knew her father wouldn't tell a word about what had really happened. He wouldn't dare. After all, what would he say to her? "Ah, hello darling, can you see these pretty blood lines on our sheets and on my penis? It's our daughter's blood, I had just taken her virginity… And guess what? I cummed inside her pussy, so maybe she's been impregnated with our first grandchild and my second child almost right now, are you excited?"

No… She was sure he wouldn't tell her mother the truth about having sex with her. He had probably just hidden his nudity and the incriminating pool of body fluids in the middle of the bed with some blanket and told her something about a nightmare or something like that, some made-up story to cover them up. He was drunk, so even if her mother thought his behaviour to be odd, she would blame the alcohol and shrug it off.

But even though Helen Granger would never, not in a million years, find out what had happened between her husband and their daughter on her own marital bed that night, it had been close. If she hadn't called for Dan's name, for example, the chance of her catching them in bed, her husband's penis buried inside her daughter's cunt, had been huge.

Hermione needed to be more careful from that day forward, and she knew that well enough.

That night, after calming down from her laughter attack of joy, she crawled to her dressing table and picked up a hand mirror. Opening her legs, she positioned its facet to her aching core and for minutes she stayed there, openly analysing her reddish abused cunt, smeared with semen, vaginal fluids and some strings of blood. With her fingertips, she had opened her nether lips and stared at her torn hymen. It was beautiful. The way their mixed secretion was spread inside and outside of her vagina was entirely beautiful, what brought a content smile to her face.

She slept like an angel that night, with his cum still inside of her, completely refusing to wash out the proof of their conjoined sin as if it were a prize to be kept. To her, at that precise moment, nothing else mattered, just the fact that her father had finally turned her into a woman, he consequences be damned. She would think about its effects later.

The next morning, however, responsibility took the best out of her. After taking a shower and having a light breakfast, she took the KnightBus and went to Diagon Alley, more specifically, to some apothecary to buy some contraception potion. Yeah, she liked the feeling of her father coming inside of her, but she was very aware that it would be incredibly imprudent to not take some kind of precaution against its possible consequences.

She had thought about having a morning-after pill at first, but after considering her future perspectives of having a repeat, she opted for the potion, since it would be able to prevent unwanted pregnancy if taken before twenty-four hour after intercourse and it would keep her infertile for at least a month.

That day she didn't ling for a long time in the Wizarding World, and less than one hour after leaving home, she was right back. She wanted to be at home if her father showed up in the middle of the day, wanting to talk about what had happened between them, and she wanted to be completely available to him, even if it were just for a talk. It was always like this between them: when he wanted to talk to her about something important without her mother's presence, he would cancel some client and go home to meet her when he knew her mother would be working. So, naturally, she expected him to do just the same after what had happened between them.

But he didn't.

He didn't show up in the middle of the day, or even at dusk, and when he finally got home much later than normal, he spared not even a glance at her direction before going up the stairs and locking himself up in his bedroom.

She had felt completely disappointed with him and went to bed crying, telling herself that it would be different the next day. Except that it wasn't. After two days waiting for him and being completely ignored, she understood what he was doing: he was avoiding her. Avoiding her completely. She didn't like it, but she knew she couldn't force him. He probably just needed some time to put his thoughts in order, so he would search for her when ready.

Hermione did her best to continue with her daily routine as if nothing was happening, but it was really tough. She wanted to talk to him, wanted to feel him, but the way he evaded being alone with her and ignored her presence most of the times really made her sick. He couldn't run away from her one hundred percent of the time, of course, otherwise his wife would be suspicious about something going on, but he tried, as much as possible, to not have too much contact with her and barely directed a word at her all the week.

She, on the other hand, kept her demeanour anyways, playing coy while showing him some of her cleavage, or even some glimpses of her arse and pussy in the rare occasions of them being alone together for more than a second, and even though he blushed profoundly every time he saw some part of his daughter's body that he knew he shouldn't be able to see, he refused to diverge his eyes from her even for a second when it happened. He was tempted, she knew, and this fact made him very uncomfortable, hence why he kept his distance while trying to ignore her with all his might.

The turning point, however, happened on Sunday, when she finally found herself alone with him for the first time since then.

It was a cloudy morning, when she woke up from a pleasurable dream and went downstairs for some breakfast. Expecting to find her parents already eating at the table, what surprise she had, when she entered the kitchen and only found her father sipping some tea while reading some newspaper. Her heart, immediately, fluttered inside her chest and a warmth started to bloom in her lower belly, quickly spreading itself to the space between her thighs. As per usual, she wasn't wearing any kind of underwear, just a short nighty that left little to the imagination.

"Daddy, where is mom?" She asked after realizing that he hadn't noticed her presence. A visible shiver run down his body and his jaw tensed. He was obviously bothered by her presence, what made her feel a lump inside her throat.

"The clinic. Something about having forgotten some important documents..." He said, not taking his eyes out of the newspaper.

Pure rage rose inside her throat, but she swallowed dry and counted until ten to calm her nerves down. She needed to be serene with him, a sweetheart. She could cry if she wanted, and it would truly help her, since he had always been a sucker for her when she cried, but she couldn't be angry with him. She wanted to make him feel bad for treating her like this, not make him angry too.

She counted until ten again, before continuing.

"Daddy, why are you treating me like this?" Her voice, a little shaken, showed up all the sadness she had felt that whole week without her father talking to her. "Why are you ignoring me?"

"Me? I'm not…"

"Don't lie to me!" She said, cutting him off, what made him lower the newspaper and finally look at her. "You've been ignoring me all week, and I want to know why."

Of course she knew why, but she wanted him to say it. They would only talk to each other about it if he admitted what they had done. If he recognized what had happened between them.

"You know why…" He said, his cheeks flushing. He was so beautiful, being shy like that…

"Yes, I know why." She admitted, taking two steps in his direction. "But I want to know if you know why, dad…"

"Hermione, what I… What I did to you…" He almost babbled. "It was wrong…"

"Why was it wrong, dad?" She asked, taking a few more steps until standing right in front of him. With her fingertips, she pinched the newspaper and took it out of his hands, lying it down on the table. "Wasn't it good?"

"Good?" He asked, furrowing his brows. "Hermione, it's not about being good or not, but about me, your own dad, taking something very precious from you. What I did to you… is wrong. It's a sin."

"You didn't take anything from me, dad…" She said, smirking slightly at him while curling a lock of her hair around her index finger, as she had seen some girls often doing on TV when they tried to seduce someone. "I gave it to you… I… I've wanted you to have it for a while, now…"

He gulped.

"You don't know what you're talking about…"

"Oh, no, I'm pretty aware of what I'm talking about, dad…" She told him, leaning in, what made him sink back on his chair to get away from her. The chair, however, was a limitation for him, what in the end trapped him and left him at her mercy. Soon, her mouth was on his ears, and with a trained purr, she whispered to him. "I've always wanted to give you my virginity, dad… Did you like it?"

"I… I…" He gagged, and she took the opportunity to swing her leg and sit on his lap, straddling him.

"I think you liked it…" She said, her nighty climbing up her body, making her bared pussy touch his covered penis, that she could feel hardening. Hardening for her! "You came pretty hard inside of me, after all…"

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked, finally, his voice panicking as he tried to put her out of his lap, but the table at her back impeded him from achieving success. Circling her arms around his neck, she clung to him to prevent him from pushing her further, so the most he could do, then, was make her withdraw her hips a little to take her pussy away from his bulge.

"I'm talking to you, dad…" She murmured beside his ear, and his body shook slightly against hers, when a shiver run down his spine.

"You don't need to be sitting on my lap to talk to me…" He reasoned, while trying to push her out again, and she clung even more, sinking her face on the curve of his neck, her little nipples hardening against his chest.

"If I don't, you will run away…" Her eyes quickly filled with tears, what made her voice shake, full of emotion. If seduction hadn't worked, she only hoped that her tears would do the job. Yes, she knew she was a manipulative girl. If she were a pureblood, maybe her house might even have been Slytherin.

"Are you crying?" He asked, softly, after some seconds of silence. He hesitated for a few seconds more, but soon he was circling her small body with his strong arms and bringing her closer to him, in an attempt of comfort. Knowing that he would be a lot more lenient if thinking that she was crying because of him, she pressed her eyes closed and forced some tears out of her eyes, together with a made-up sob. Soon, her pussy was nestled on his covered cock as before, as he pulled her closer and tried to soothe her. "Don't cry, sweetheart, don't cry… I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry…" It made her hot, the way he was unconsciously causing her to rub herself on his tent; and luckily, he mistook the little moans that escaped from her mouth, derived from the pressure on her clit, with sobs. "It's alright, let's talk…"

"I don't want to lose you, dad…" She murmured in his ear, fitting her head on the crook of his neck like she used to do when she was a little kid and he would often pick her up on his arms. "I don't want you to feel guilty…"

"You won't, sweetie… I'll always be by your side… Always…" He comforted her, letting one of his hands run up and down her back to soothe her.

"But you're ignoring me, dad… After we… we… We made love, you've ignored me for a whole week..." His body, when she mentioned their encounter, immobilized for a few seconds, before he was able to continue his comforting. "And I don't think I can stand it anymore…"

"Oh, sweetheart…" He murmured tightening his arms around her. "I've ignored you because I've been feeling guilty… I don't blame you, not for a bit. But I blame me. What we did was wrong… What I did to you was wrong… You know it was…"

"But why, dad?" She asked, backing off a little, just enough to be able to look at him. "Why do you feel guilty? Was I so bad that you hated me afterwards?"

"Bad? Of course not, kitten…" He shook his head, reinforcing his speech. "You weren't bad at all… You were… good. Very good, indeed."

"You were good too, dad…" She smiled at him, sniffing. "Very good…"

"And that's the problem. The motive why I have been ignoring you." He said, his fingers gently sliding on her back, in a caress. "It was very good, yes, but it's wrong nevertheless, princess. I'm your father. What I did to you is a sin. A crime."

"Why is it a sin, dad?" She asked, cocking her head to the side and trying to be cute. She knew he would be weaker for her if she was being cute. "Something that felt so good couldn't be wrong…"

"Hermione, you know why it was wrong…" He admonished her, what made her pout. "You're my daughter. To engage in sexual activities with your own daughter is fucked up in so many ways…"

"Why? Because the Bible told you so?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. All kind of coyly behaviour quickly leaving her attitude. "I thought you didn't believe in the Bible, dad. I thought you were an atheist."

"I am, kitten. But I'm not talking about the Bible. You know what science tell us about incest, too." He reasoned, and she shook her head.

"There is no problem in its act, dad. Incest taboos are learned social conventions, for the most part."

"But the offspring of incestual relationships…" He reasoned, but soon he was cut off by her.

"I'm not telling you to impregnate me, dad!" She raised her voice a little, in an attempt of sounding convinced. Once more, his body shivered against hers, making his cock twitch a little in contact with her pussy. "I'm just telling you that there is no problem in having sex with me. Not in the act itself, if we are careful. I'm willing. It would be a different thing if I wasn't, but I am..."

"What are you trying to imply, baby?" He said, after a few seconds of silence, where it looked like he was trying to rationalize the meaning behind her words.

"I'm saying, dad, that I want you to fuck me again." She whispered, seductively, and he immediately went still. Inside his pyjama trousers, his cock twitched again with the perspective and she slowly wiggled her hips on it, in a tantalizing way. The idea of fucking her once more was clearly very appealing to his dick. "I want you to fuck me as much as you want… I've wanted you, dad… I've wanted you for so long, that I've dreamed of having your cock thrusting inside of me uncountable times, night after night of us having sex..."

Seeing that he did nothing to stop her, she continued rubbing herself on him, angling her hips in a way that her clit was being stimulated by the upside of his cock in every move of her body.

"I've masturbated thinking of you since I've been fourteen…" She confessed, grabbing his hands and dragging them to place them on her hips, in a clear signal that she wanted him to help her hump his erect cock. "I've come on your bed so many times, fantasising about you… Always wondering about the day when you would finally take my virginity and make me yours… You made me, dad, so my whole body is yours, naturally. Only yours…"

"It's wrong, baby…" He said, but even though his words were of a disapproving nature, the way his hands slowly started to guide her on his lap told her that he was liking it very much. "I'm your dad, I mustn't take advantage of you…"

"I'm willing… If there is someone taking advantage out of someone here, this someone is me…" She said, before biting down her lower lip as a moan escaped from her mouth. "I made you think I was mum… So you would fuck me… I am… the guilty one… Not you, Dan…"

Her words, full of lust and want, were interspersed by small moans and sighs of pleasure, while she felt in her pussy the evidences of a near coming orgasm that would surely rock her whole body. She was above cloud nine, and sensing how high she was, her father started to also move his hips, in a way that his rock-hard cock would rub against her clit in a faster way.

"Not Dan, daddy..." A delighted grin spread on her lips with his words. So, he liked the idea of her calling him daddy, hmm? The idea that was indeed his daughter who was riding his covered penis. Kinky. She loved it. "Fuck, you're so tempting..." He hissed, his fingers gripping her so fiercely that his nails were leaving little half-moons on her white, creamy skin. "So sexy…"

"Oh dad, yes…" She said, feeling the first signs of a contraction inside her pussy, indicating that she needed just a little more to achieve her climax. "Just like that, daddy… So good…"

"Come for me…" He whispered, almost inaudibly, eying her intently as she rocked her body on his with the aid of his large hands directing her hips. "Come for your daddy, princess…"

"Yes…" Her body shuddered on his, as her mouth opened to let out a soft cry when her inner walls started to clench around nothing. Once more, she was having an orgasm without him inside of her, but this time she wouldn't get upset about it. He had made her come, not while she pretended to be his wife or something like that. He made her come knowing that it was her who was dry humping him. Knowing that was her riding his covered cock. Knowing that the girl who was mounted on his cock was his own daughter.

"You've wet my trousers…" He murmured, after a few seconds of keeping quiet, just listening to her loud pants, and she instantly giggled with his comment.

"I'm always so wet for you, dad… If only you knew…" She grinned, backing off a little to see the splotch her leaking vagina left on his trousers. His cock, still concealed and so much erect, twitched again and once more she giggled. With her fingertips, she traced the obvious outline of his dick stretching his trousers' fabric and the slickness of her cum spread on him immediately clung to her fingertips. "You didn't come, dad…"

"It's ok, honey…" He said, letting his hands wander up and down her body to feel all of her curves. "Don't worry about me…"

"No, no, I think I can help…" She started to say, ready to drag her fingers to the waistband of his trousers to free his cock, when the sound of a car entering the garage deterred the advance of her digits.

"Hop off, kitten… Your mother is home." A pout immediately appeared on her lips, and slowly, she dismounted her dad's lap. "This is our secret, princess…"

"Of course, dad…" She said, grinning and, slowly, she dragged her wet finger on his lips, smearing it with her juices. Leaning in, she kissed him on the lips, just a peck, to share her cum between them. Both of them, at the same time, after she backed off, licked their lips and a pleased smile appeared on their faces when they realized they had done the same thing.

When her mother entered the kitchen, with a folder full of records from her patients on her hands, both of them were back on their places forming an innocent picture of a happy, normal family, his still erect cock hidden by the tablecloth and her juicy pussy by her short nighty.