Several days had passed since Jotaro had caught Jolyne in his guest bedroom masturbating to a framed picture of him. Her eyes were fixed on the image she was holding, her trembling sweaty fingers slipping along the metal frame. Clearly he had walked in as she was approaching climax.

Jotaro reclined in his office chair and shuddered at the memory once again flashing through his mind. He struggled to get work done at the research centre where he had a small room for himself, right next to the lab.

"Yare yare…" he said to himself looking up at the ceiling and played that day in his head yet again to confirm that it really did happen.

Five days ago, Jotaro was in high spirits at the progress he was making with his father-daughter relationship. He had invited Jolyne to spend time with her after prison and almost a week had passed since she'd arrived. Although he'd expected her to bring a friend along to his four bedroom house, when she had shown up alone, he felt a quiet satisfaction with the prospect of using the time to build a meaningful relationship with her.

That evening, Jotaro had texted her to come downstairs for a pizza delivery but assuming she had lost track of time, he made his way upstairs to check on her. Her door was left slightly open and from inside he heard her breathing heavily.

"Jolyne, the pizzas here, did you see my texts?" He waited several steps away from her door but she didn't answer, so he walked over into her room and stood shocked at the sight he was met with.

Jolyne was completely naked with her legs spread facing the doorway. Her right hand rubbing her clit and the opening to her dripping wet cunt. Held tightly in her left hand, however, was a framed picture - which Jotaro immediately recognised as the portrait of him he usually kept in his bedroom. It took some moments for Jolyne to turn her gaze towards the man standing in the doorway and as soon as their eyes met, Jotaro turned on his heels and shut the bedroom door.

Quickly, he walked back downstairs and stopped midway to think about whether the framed picture she was holding was really the one of himself. He decided to rush downstairs and get as far away from her bedroom as possible for the time being. No sound came from Jolyne's room afterwards and she never came down to eat, but Jotaro didn't wait long.

He sent another text message before putting the pizza in the fridge and hurried to his own room where the first thing he saw was the missing frame on his bedside table. Jotaro sighed and a surge of anxiety made him switch the lights off and just try to go to bed instead of letting his mind run in circles all night.

"What has gotten you so pent up these days, Mr. Kujo?" a familiar feminine voice interrupted Jotaro's thoughts. He had almost forgotten he was at work and sat up straight to greet another researcher who had just walked into his office.

"Grace," he said, "you're still here."
"It's only six o'clock," she closed the door behind her and sat down on the other side of Jotaro's desk. "So tell me, what has gotten into you lately? You even asked for an extension on the paper you were going to send in today, that's not like you."

"I didn't know you were keeping tabs on me like that," he sighed and looked at her curious face. "I've got enough trouble at home to deal with at the moment."
"Don't you live on your own?"

"It's my daughter, she's visiting."
"She's still there?" Grace propped her elbow onto his desk and continued staring at him. "What's up with her?"

Jotaro had known Grace since she entered the work place at twenty-two. Eight years had passed since and although they were not necessarily close, it wasn't difficult to tell Grace about the incident, since she had kids of her own.

"I caught my daughter masturbating," he uttered plainly, and felt a weight lifted off his shoulders immediately after saying this. There was a short pause, and then Grace lifted her arm off the desk to laugh. She turned back to look at him sitting still and unamused as usual.
"Oh no…" she held her mouth and then looked up at him smiling, "well she's all grown up isn't she, do you have a problem with her masturbating?" Jotaro didn't say anything at first and his co-worker cocked her head to the side, peering into his eyes. "Hm?" The silence continued, but at this point she was accustomed to his stoic nature and simply waited for him to say something.

"She was holding a picture of me while she was…"

"What?!" She gasped, "you can't be joking but…"

"No, it was definitely a picture of me," Jotaro pulled a drawer on his desk open and picked up a box of cigarettes. "Just a normal… portrait."

"Well I mean, it makes sense that you'd be bothered by that… but how did this happen?"

After lighting his cigarette, he started telling Grace about the incident between long cloudy drags.

"Mr. Kujo," Grace said at the end of his retelling, "I'm sorry if this is maybe a rather inappropriate suggestion, but are you sure that was an accident?"

Later that evening

Jolyne came home from a party much earlier than she wanted to after receiving a text message from her father saying he wanted to talk. She rolled her eyes at the time, it was only 11:30pm. The thought to herself about how the party she was at was probably just starting to get better. She had bought a new black fish-net dress and worn it for the first time, with only a thong bikini underneath. Usually, Jotaro would be asleep by the time she got back, so he would never have to see what she's wearing.

Since she'd been there, Jotaro was spoiling her with his generous allowance and gifts every time she said she needed something. It was so unlike him, she kept thinking. Sure, Jolyne didn't need all these things and all this money to enjoy her life but she did want something else…

Jolyne walked in casually and walked through the entrance of the house where she left her shoes before strolling into the dimly lit living room. Jotaro was sitting on a black leather chair which matched with the black leather sofas he had in his large living room. The chandelier which usually lit the room quite brightly was hiding in the shadows of the high ceiling. Several lamps gave the room a warm glow but under Jotaro's hat you could only see so much in such low-lighting.

"What's up, old man?" she put her bag down by the sofa opposite her fathers chair and then walked around it to sit herself down in those leather cushions she just hated. The sound they made, the feel of it on her skin. She looked at the man sitting opposite her, who she hadn't spoken to in days. They sent some texts back and forth and usually, when she ran into him in the house, she would make her way into her bedroom and stay there. It wasn't because she was trying to avoid him, his cold demeanour wouldn't even acknowledge her presence and she felt virtually invisible around him. Jolyne hated that.

"Don't you feel cold in that outfit, Jolyne?" Jotaro broke the silence with the topic of what she was wearing, which is exactly what Jolyne expected, but she didn't know what to say to him. She hadn't been paying attention to the goosebumps forming on her arms and legs. She never saw him look at her either. "There's blankets here…" He turned his head towards the drawers on the TV stand next to him and started getting up.

"No, it's okay," She said, urging him to sit back down, "I'll get it." With that Jolyne promptly got up and walked over to those drawers which were just next to Jotaro on his left.

He glanced at her in the dim light, her fishnet dress left very little to the imagination, but he didn't even need that imagination having seen it all now. The thought made him tuck his chin in slightly to let the shadow of his hat cast over his eyes. When she bent over next to him, however, from the corner of his eye, he caught another forbidden sight. The sound of him shifting in the leather chair made Jolyne smirk. His body was reacting, as it would naturally to the sight of a woman bent over in a thong like that. No, that's just an excuse.

"Oops, sorry old man, am I giving you a show?" Jolyne remained in the bent over position and looked back at him, "what do you think?" Jotaro didn't react this time, as his battle instincts kicked in. He wasn't sure what he was battling against but he refused to acknowledge what had just happened, until the thought dawned on him. She's doing this on purpose. Jolyne clocked his stillness and let out a "hmph" before walking back to the sofa, this time wrapping a blanket around herself to sit in a ball and peer at him with a pout.

"I know it's been hard on you," Jotaro said this in a relaxed voice, which lacked the empathy he was trying to convey, because he was too busy guarding himself from what was increasingly feeling like attempts to subvert his temperament. "It's okay if you find means to cope which might not necessarily be as orthodox as we'd all like. I want you to feel like you can be safe here, safe not just from the world but from me as well. I'm not too sure if I'm doing a good job of-"

"That's a lot of words coming from you after you spent the better half of the last week ignoring me like I don't even exist," Jolyne sighed at her own honesty coming through in that remark. She didn't want to give him that attitude, that was not part of the plan.

"Is that what you want, attention?" He, too said this with regret following right after the words left his mouth, "I don't mean to make it so-"

"Look at me," she said this and planted her feet firmly on the ground, spread apart. She pulled the blanket open to show him what she wanted him to see and pulled up the dress to give him yet another view.

"Jolyne."

"I like the way you say my name with that voice, daddy."

"Jo-I, what are you doing?" Jotaro's cool was gone, he was starting to get angry.

"The truth is, I like you… I don't want you to look at me like I'm twisted, I never felt like this before… I don't care if you're my father. I don't care if you're old now," Jolyne's voice broke as tears started welling up in her eyes, "most of all, I don't want you to try and fix this like it's a problem."

"Oh my god…" the image of his grandfather came to him. He wondered what he would have done in this situation. Then images of his mother acting like Jolyne entered his mind. The chaos of this scenario spiralled out of control and Jotaro felt more disarmed than ever. "I don't understand… you're so young, I'm sure you can find men suitable for you, maybe it's just too early for you right now to be dating. Perhaps this seems like the safest thing… but I-"

"It's not like you're taken right now, are you?" Jolyne got up, "tell me to stop, if you don't like it." She walked over to him.

"Jolyne."

"Say you want me to stop, if that's what you want," she bent down until her face was just inches away from his. She looked into his green eyes with lust. "I'm going to kiss you, daddy." Jotaro didn't say anything, and she gave him plenty of time to react. He gulped, but his mouth remained closed.

If it's just a kiss…

She turned her head and kissed him slowly, the brim of his hat pushed out of the way and let some of his hair fall down onto his forehead. She hummed with pleasure and continued kissing him.

This is bad, isn't it? I should pull away, shouldn't I?