Gold

To be honest, I wasn't just afraid of being caught with my daughter Belle. I was more afraid of what I've become. A child molester. The name sent chills down my spine. I've been many things to many people, but a child molester has to be the worst. Then my mind outdid itself. Incestual child molester. There wasn't a hell deep enough to contain my soul. When I saw her blood, it frightened me. It was just as much my blood as it was her owns. I deflowered my daughter. I curse the God who created me. So what now? Embrace your sins.

Belle sat there next to me in bed pleasantly eating her sandwich. She even offered me a piece. I smiled and took a small bite of it. She was really a sweet girl and I was thankful that our sinful deed didn't seem to alter her. I flipped on the television using the remote and located Game of Thrones, since it was her favorite show. I suppose our favorite show. Although, this time I didn't bother with fast forwarding pass the indecent scenes.

"You think my sister heard me? I was worried I was being too loud." Belle asked taking the last couple of bites from her cheesy sandwich.

"I don't think you should worry. Regina and Henry sleep like the dead." I assured her. "And besides, I loved hearing you."

"And you.." She paused, moving her hand through the air as if to grab the appropriate words from nothing. "enjoyed me?"

I suppose for the lack of sexual terms in her vocabulary, enjoy was a feasible word, but it was also an understatement.

"Belle you were amazing. Honestly, I was more blown away by the amount of trust you gave me."

"Why wouldn't I trust you Rumple? You're my dad." And I took advantage of that trust, shattering our father- daughter bond. She's my child and I let myself get overwhelmed by sick desires I shouldn't even have for her.

After she was finished with her sandwich we laid down together in my bed. She snuggled up to me she letting her head rest on my shoulder and her arm across my chest. I pulled the covers up to her shoulders, tucking her in and holding her close until she fell asleep. Although I couldn't, my mind was racing. I felt as though I was filled to the brim with darkness. I hated myself while at the same time I was proud of what I did. Belle was unobtainable and I felt powerful at the fact that I was able to make her want me.

While Belle was bathing, I returned to her room to collect her sheets. A little red stain blotted boldly upon them as a reminder of my sins. I said a quick prayer, to whoever was listening, that her blood would wash out completely instead of ruining the sheets. When she finally shifted off me and turned her position facing away from me I was able to slip from the bed without waking her. I grabbed her plate and coke can and took it with me to the kitchen. I threw away the empty soda can and washed the dish before going to the laundry room to dry Belle's sheets. Thankfully no stains. After about an hour of walking around the kitchen and pacing the small laundry room, her sheets were dry and I went to put them on my daughter's bed.

Next was the hard part, moving Belle to her room. I rolled her tiny form onto her back and lifted her into my arms. She slept like the dead too. Belle was so little, just 13, her woman's body was barely beginning to form. She had the face of an angel with long auburn hair that swayed as I walked with her in my arms. She's fallen asleep many times in my room over the years and I've carried her back to her bedroom in my arms countless of times, but this time felt so much more different. I was appreciating Belle for more then what she was. She was more than just my daughter now. She was my paramour. Perhaps I was just tired of rationalizing with myself that I couldn't be with my daughter in that kind of way. She wants it, she doesn't deny it. I want it, I shouldn't deny it. I shouldn't deny her of what she wants because I'm too selfish to accept it. But then to just throw my morals aside and forget that she was my underage daughter. What of kind man would that make me?

I laid Belle down on her warm sheets and covered her small body with her blanket. She made cooing sound that brought me contentment and I smiled before kissing her again while she slept. When I left her lips, a smile resonated there and I turned to leave her bedroom for mine. Once I was there, sleep didn't come easy. The clock blared 3:48 am in red blocked numbers when my eyes finally closed. I didn't dream, I suppose they all came true in reality and I was too busy living in my nightmares.

It was Saturday morning when I opened my eyes. A sleeping form was lying beside me who I could only guess was my wife, Cora. I stroked the hair from her face and kissed her cheek. She was beautiful sleeping peacefully next to me. I still loved my wife and will always. She brought me so much happiness in the form of our children and the love she had for us. I felt a chill passed through my heart. If Cora were to ever find out about what I've done to our daughter, I wouldn't need to worry about our small town killing me. I would be flayed living by my wife. I prayed Belle knew how to keep secrets.

I eased myself from our bed and went to the bathroom to relieve myself and bathe. I turned the water on and stood directly under the spout, letting the hot water roll down my neck and back. Belle's face when she gave me her innocence played over and over in my mind. Eyes closed tightly, her face scrunched up in agony as I broke through her barrier. My hand, clasp down over her lips so she couldn't make a sound. I felt myself harden, but I used the last bit of strength and push the thoughts of her out of my head. Once my shower was over, I finished grooming myself, brushed my teeth and proceeded to get dress in an Armani Colleziono suit accented with a light blue tie to match her eyes.

When I exited the bathroom, Cora was still asleep. So I let her continue her slumber while I went to prepare breakfast for her and my children. While walking to the kitchen, my curiosity rose and I wanted to go see Belle. But I persuaded myself that she will come to me when she's ready. Once in the kitchen, I pulled out the eggs and bacon from the refrigerator. I thought omelets would make a perfect Saturday morning breakfast for my family. Cooking seemed to take my mind off my daughter Belle. The pleasant aromas filled my large kitchen and for a brief moment I felt like everything was back to normal. I was taking the last omelet from the skillet when I felt two arms wrap around me.

"Good morning dear, I thought you would have still been sleep." I said turning around to address my wife, but it wasn't her. It was Belle.

"My nose woke me." She said stepping on her tip toes to plant a kiss on my cheek before walking to the table to take her seat.

My eyes followed her. She was so beautiful. She had a glow about her and her eyes even looked more vivid as they shimmered when she smiled at me. I was lucky. Even if she wasn't my daughter, she was still too beautiful for the likes of me. But that didn't seem to matter to her. It didn't seem to matter to her that I was her father either. What else does she see in me?

"Oh –uh. I'm sorry about that sweetheart." I apologized shifting my eyes downwards.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Yes." I chuckled lightly. "Quite, actually. How did you sleep?"

"Wonderfully." She said in a sing-song way while looking happy as can be.

"I can imagine. Especially after the exhausting night you had." I stated suggestively to see how she would react to me coming on to her.

"All thanks to you." She gave me a deviant smile with her answer. My thirteen year old daughter was flirting with me and basically thanked me for taking her virginity.

She bit her bottom lip in that nervous habit she always had since she was a little girl. I never paid much attention to it then. But now it only triggers my sexual thoughts of her. I had to change the subject. Or risk me throwing all caution to the wind and pinning her down on my family's dinner table. I'm sure she wouldn't mind. She wanted to be a part of this darkness too.

I walked over and placed her omelet on the table in front of her. "Where's your sister?"

"I think she's getting Henry ready." Belle said cutting into her fried egg before taking a bite.

"Oh are they going somewhere today?"

"The zoo, Henry loves to feed the birds." She mumbled with a full mouth.

"What about you? Regina didn't ask you to join them?"

"She did, but the zoo is for little kids. I rather stay home and watch Game of Thrones." Did she really think I would watch Game of Thrones with her while her mother was home? Perhaps embracing a sexual relationship with Belle is not the right thing to do.

I sighed and shook my head before pouring her a glass of orange juice. "Belle you are thirteen. Don't let this stop you from doing what you like."

"I'm done with all that. You're what I like." I heard Belle say while I was walking to put the juice back into the refrigerator.

"I don't want you growing up too fast. You're still my daughter remember."

"I know daddy, but-" I held my hand up to stop Belle from saying more when I heard footsteps approaching.

Cora was walking into the kitchen in her robe and slippers, yawning and rubbing her sleepy eyes. I looked to my daughter and I saw her turned her eyes away from her mother.

"Good Morning Belle." Her mother said giving her a kiss on top of her head.

"Morning." Belle said it so unconvincingly.

Cora walked over to me and gave me a kiss, I was more than happy to return the favor. I wrapped my arms around her waist bringing her further into my embrace and deepen her kiss. She moaned playfully in my mouth, biting my lip softly as she ended her teasing of my mouth.

"Mmm. Seems my wife is very happy to see me." I said looking into her ebony gaze. "How was work last night dear?" Cora was still my wife after all and I wouldn't dare disregard her for Belle.

"Pretty uneventful."

I chuckled at the uninspiring tone in her words. "I seem to recall when we first met I warned you about Storybrooke's quaintness."

"I suppose you did." She said smiling. "I found ways to keep myself busy. Med-pass, PT/INR, but mostly documentation and missing my husband." She placed another trite kiss on my lips before turning out of my arms to address our daughter. "Belle, are you going to the zoo with Henry?"

"Oh my God, NO. Would you all stop asking me that." Belle scooted from the table and left the kitchen abruptly.

"BELLE!" Cora shouted angrily to our daughter before turning back to me. "What the hell is her problem?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I asked her the same question. I believe she feels the zoo is for kids."

"Well she is a kid."

"Thirteen is not a kid's age Cora. She's a teenager."

"Barely Rumple."

The word, barely, kept ringing in my ears. Thirteen is barely on the cuff of being a teenager. Thirteen is barely the age where she should only be learning about sex, not having it. Thirteen is nowhere close to the legal age of consent.

"Your right and she shouldn't have acted so rude." Choosing my words carefully trying to temper my wife.

"Well I suppose we are going to need to prepare for this. She's going through puberty. Her behavior will be like this often now."

I gave a playfully exaggerated sigh before giving my beautiful wife a complacent grin. "At least this will be the last one."

Cora laughed at my subtle quip. I pulled out her chair for her to sit down at the table and placed her breakfast before her. I grabbed mine too and we ate together as husband and wife. We talked mostly about Zelena. She was Cora's favorite. I love my eldest daughter too, but I couldn't place any of my children higher then another. I suppose it was because Zelena was her first born, very smart, and rarely got into any trouble if she got into it at all. My mind stayed with my youngest, my Belle. Why did she leave like that when her mother only asked her a question? Perhaps she didn't understand that even though I didn't see her as a child anymore, others around her did. I probably should talk to her about it.

Around noon, Regina and Henry were still at the zoo and Belle was off doing something in her room. I was relaxing with Cora, enjoying her company. We were in the media room watching television. The same room it all started in, sitting on the same sofa. My wife was cuddled in my embrace. My arm wrapped around her, resting on her shoulders as I use my hand to softly stroke her upper arm. I couldn't help but let my mind wonder to Belle. I wanted to know when the next time would be. How long before I was back between her legs, tasting her intoxicating juices.

It was as though my thoughts summoned her when I noticed my daughter walking into the room. From the looks of it, she was heading to the small library we kept in a study that was near the den and in order to get there one would need to walk through the media room and pass directly in front of the television to get there. The corners of my mouth rose slightly when I saw her. She was wearing blue jean shorts and a dark blue tank top. Her body was so small that one of the straps had fallen off her shoulder. I suppose, she decided not to draw attention to herself and refused to look my direction as I sat there with her mother.

"Belle?" Cora said making her halt in her tracks. She turned to her mother with an exaggerated look of what now. Cora set up on the couch to get a better look at Belle. Her face began to frown as her eyes scanned our daughter up and down.

"Why are you limping?"

My heart skipped several beats. I hadn't even notice she was limping. I was too busy paying attention to her body rather than actually her. Belle's eyes shifted to me then back to her mother. Having never been in a situation like this I couldn't give her any hints as to what to say. So I kept myself quiet, putting all my faith in her to pass this huge first test.

"I think I might have pulled something running laps in gym class Friday." She lied well to cover me.

"Really? I don't remember you limping yesterday when I picked you up from school."

"I don't think I was feeling it then mommy. Perhaps it got worse overnight? One of those that's going to hurt in the morning type injury." Belle gave a great response, such a clever girl. I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips. She was really committed to preserving me and this twisted thing we kept a secret.

"Well I'm sorry you hurt yourself. Come here. Let me see if you have any swelling."

Belle rolled her eyes and went to her mother who was gesturing her to sit on her lap across ways. Cora love being a nurse, especially when it came to her daughters. Belle laid her head against the arm of the couch and propped her feet in my lap. I watched while Cora roamed her little thighs looking for inflamed muscles. Her hands gently massaged the smooth pale skin of Belle's legs. She move them apart to check the back side of her limbs too giving me full view of the outline of Belle's middle. The exact place I wanted to be. I turned my gaze from her when I felt a nudge in my pants.

"I do see a little swelling. Go grab your book and I'll rub you down with BioFreeze and find you a heating pad."

She got up from her mother's lap to walk wearily to the study. I made the poor thing unable to even walk straight. The glow of my pride washed over me as I watched her hobble out of my view and I felt my pants tighten at my groin. Thinking quickly, I maneuvered a pillow into my lap to hide my shame from my wife's eyes. Thankfully, Belle returned quickly from the study with her book, Cora stood to leave with her and they went to Belle's room together. When I no longer heard their receding footsteps I quickly unbuckled my pants and took my erection in hand. My cock was already dripping from its head. I licked the palm of my hand to add friction and pulled long strokes of my length, spreading my precum along the shaft. A vision of my Belle was sitting with me on the couch, watching me with precocious blue eyes. Learning more of what she didn't know about her father. She only needed to be patient. I was going to show her everything. My tugs became erratic and my hips lifted from the couch as I thrust myself into my hand. My breathing turned shallow when I reached my orgasm, letting my warm come pulsate and fill my hand. It took so little from her to make me want her and for me to become like this. I knew I could get accustomed to these newly found desires for my daughter.

And that's when I admitted it to myself. It wasn't just the fact that Belle was only thirteen. It was the fact that she was my daughter that kept me wanting more of her. Something that I help bring into the world. Someone that was supposed to be so precious to me and I plucked her from the world, took her honor, and made her mine. And she wanted to be a part of the darkness too. More than happy about it I would say. I was finally ready to embrace what I truly was. I, Rumple Gold, love to fuck my daughter Belle.