.Below is the first chapter of my short story The Closet is Locked. It's the story of a young woman who comes out to her father as a lesbian... and let's just say he's not a big fan. This story is porn (obviously) but it's also a tragedy. Some parts of this might be hard to read for those of you who have experienced a parent not being okay with your sexuality, or if you have a history of familial sexual abuse. If this is too much for you to read, I understand fully <3

If you'd like to read the full story, all six chapters are published on my AO3, and the link is listed in my profile.

Enjoy <3

A nervous young woman is pacing back and forth in her living room. Anxiously, she looks over at the clock on the wall. Her dad is going to get home from work any minute now, and the suspense is killing her. She runs her hands through her hair and sighs, falling backwards onto the couch. As she stares at the ceiling her mother walks into the room.

“Amber, you don’t need to be so worried,” She says, sitting down next to her daughter and gently running her fingers through her hair. “Everything is going to be alright. Your father isn’t going to be upset with you.”

“You don’t know that,” Amber says, sitting up with her knees brought to her chest. “This isn’t just telling Dad that I’m dating someone, it’s telling him that I’m a lesbian. You’ve heard some of the things he’s said about LGBT people, he isn’t as much of an ally as you.”

“Your father says a lot of things without thinking about it much. It’s easy for him to generalize about LGBT people when he doesn’t know any. I’m certain that once this is something that hits close to home he’ll change his tune. Besides, you’ve been dating this girl for six months now, you can’t keep this a secret much longer.”

Amber looks away from her mother dejectedly. “Yeah… I suppose you’re right… I know Ari wants me to come out to him, too. But, she’s lucky, both of her parents are supportive and she knew that before she came out to them. She didn’t have to hope that her being gay would completely change their minds on queer people.”

Her mother opens her mouth to reply but is cut off by her dad coming through the front door. He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up, then heads to the kitchen and cracks open a beer. Walking into the living room he sits down on his recliner and takes a drink. “God, work was hell today.” He rubs his eyes and looks at his daughter, still sitting in a clearly upset position. “What’s going on, Amber? You look like something’s wrong.”

“Oh, it’s… It’s really nothing.” Amber says, unable to make eye contact with her father. From the corner of her eye she sees her mother giving her a subtly disapproving look. “I was going to talk to you about something, but it can wait. I mean, you just got home from a rough day at work.”

“What? Pfft, every day is a rough day at work. I’m in my comfy chair and I’ve got a beer in hand - the stress of work is practically long gone by now.” He takes another big drink from the can and sets it down, leaning forward to close the distance between the two. “You know you can talk to me about anything, you don’t need to be worried.” He looks over to his wife, hoping she might speak up or give some kind of clue about what’s troubling their child.

“Well, I um…” Amber starts, still avoiding eye contact with him. “I wanted to tell you that… I’m dating someone.”

Disbelief flashes across her father’s face. “Oh! Really?” He laughs and sits back, picking up his beer once more. “Why were you so scared to tell me you have a boyfriend? I mean, yeah, you’ve gone 22 years without one so it’s a bit of a shock, but…” He shakes his head and takes another drink.

A small spark of hope lights up in Amber’s gut. Step one went well so far, and it does seem like he’s lightened up quickly from the stress of his workday… If only step two wasn’t the significantly harder one. “Well… I didn’t… I didn’t say… boyfriend…”

Her father coughs, choking down his sip of beer. He looks at his wife again, scanning her face for any shock. “Did you know about this, Elsa?” He asks incredulously.

“Yes, but she didn’t tell me until the other day.” She says, wearing her best poker face.

“Who is it?” He asks, his eyes laser focused on his daughter.

“She’s one of my friends I met online. She -”

“Oh, come on, Amber,” He snaps. “You can’t be serious. Dating some chick you’ve never even met? Some stranger from one of those chat rooms you’re in all the time?” He waits for a response from either of the women in front of him, pinching the bridge of his nose when none comes. “Sweetie, look… I just think that you’re confused. You’ve never had a boyfriend before, you don’t know what it actually means to date someone. I think this girl and you are just friends, she’s giving you attention and it feels nice… but that’s not dating.”

“I have met her, actually.” Amber replies softly, finally glancing in her fathers direction. She can see that he’s once again leaning forward, staring so hard at her that it could burn a hole straight through her. “When I went to California to see my friend, Emi, she was also there. We’d already been dating for-”

“That trip was months ago!” He shouts, interrupting her story. “You’ve been keeping this from us for this long?”

“I wanted to make sure that I really did have feelings for her!” Amber snaps, the fear turning slowly to frustration. “I wanted to be sure that this was something real and meaningful before I told you. And, yes, it IS real. I really do have feelings for her and she has real feelings for me.”

Her father stands up abruptly and starts to pace the living room. The room is silent, save for his footsteps. The tension in the air is palpable, the silence deafening. “You aren’t gay, Amber.”

“Yes, Dad, I am.”

“Bullshit you are. You’ve never even been with a guy, you’ve never given one a chance. You can’t say you don’t like cock when you’ve never even had one.”

“Douglas!” Amber’s mother shouts. She stands up in front of her daughter and crosses her arms.

“It’s true!”

“It’s not!” Amber yells, her voice audibly shaking. “I mean, no, I’ve never slept with a guy. But, I thought I had feelings for one of my guy friends in high school and college. The whole time I kept telling myself that we were more than just close friends, but it never felt like anything more than that. He wanted us to date, but I knew I didn’t want that. I know that I want to be with Ari.”

“For fuck’s sake, Amber. That was one boy! You can’t write off all men because some dope in high school didn’t woo you.”

“It’s not just one boy, dad. I’ve never felt attracted to ANY guys. Any time I’d think that someone was hot, it was always women. For as long as I can remember, the thought of dating a guy has sounded awful.”

“What’s so wrong with men, huh?”

“Nothing is wrong with men, but-”

“And yet, you just decided a few months ago that you’re too good for men?”

Amber stands up, tears starting to well up in her eyes. She starts to speak but her mother cuts her off. “That’s enough, you two. We can continue this later, but you need to calm down, Doug.”

Before he can get a word out, Amber storms past him and closes herself off in her room. Doug turns to watch her leave, then turns back to his wife. His mouth is wide open, completely at a loss for words. “I just… Come on, you can’t seriously believe this, can you?”

“What I can’t believe is the way you’re acting right now. This was a hard thing for her to share with you and you blew up at her?” Doug opens his mouth, but is cut off. “No, you’ve said enough for now. You’re going to cool off and then apologize to your daughter.” With that, she walks to their bedroom and closes the door on him, leaving him alone in the living room.

Doug sits back in his recliner and picks up beer again. His mind is racing as fast as his heart is beating. He shakes his head, trying to grapple with the idea that his daughter could be a dyke. It just didn’t make sense to him. If his daughter had never even given boys a chance, there just can’t be any way she could say for certain that she’s gay. Besides, dating some girl she met online and in person one time? It just doesn’t add up. She’s being taken advantage of, clearly. He looks over to his daughter's closed bedroom door, wanting to get up and talk to her more… but he knows that she’s emotional right now and clearly not going to listen to reason. Sighing, he looks at his watch and sees that it’s already 10pm. He finishes his beer, tosses out the can, and walks to the master bedroom… which is locked shut. He jiggles the handle a few times and rolls his eyes. “Honey, open the door.”

“No,” She yells back. “You can sleep on the couch tonight. I don’t want to be near you right now.”

He stands there in disbelief. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” He says to himself, his blood pressure raising again. He walks to the kitchen and picks up another beer, but hesitates before opening it. He puts it back in the fridge and walks over to the cabinet holding the liquor. He needs something stronger than beer right now. Pulling out a bottle of whiskey, he opens it and takes a hearty drink straight from the bottle. Sitting back in his recliner once again, he turns the TV on, hoping to get his mind off of this shit show of a night. He takes another drink of straight whiskey, closes his eyes, and focuses on the sounds of idle TV in the background.

–

Doug drifts back awake, his neck slightly sore from nodding out in the living room. He checks his watch, seeing that he was only asleep for about two hours. He grabs the whiskey from the table beside him and takes another drink before screwing the cap back on. Groaning as he stands up, he walks back to his bedroom door and tries to open it once more… displeased to find it still locked. Muttering obscenities towards his wife, he then walks down the hallway to find light shining from underneath Amber’s door. He takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, and knocks on the door.

“Amber, can we talk?” He pauses, waiting for a reply. After several seconds of silence he knocks again. “Come on, Amber. We need to talk.” More silence. He grabs hold of the doorknob, fully expecting it to be locked. However, to his surprise, it turns and the door opens. Amber is laying in bed under her covers, fully ignoring her father’s intrusion. He walks in and sits down on the bed, silently searching for the right words to say.

Amber looks over at him. “What do you want, Dad?” She asks, barely above a whisper. Her face is red, she’s clearly been crying.

“Look… I’m sorry for yelling earlier. I just… It came as a shock, that’s all.”

“I don’t… I don’t really want to talk about this, Dad. I just want to go to sleep.”

“Yeah,” He scoffs, “So do I. But your mother locked me out of the bedroom for the night.” There’s another moment of silence. “Sweetie, I just don’t want you getting taken advantage of. You don’t know this girl, you don’t know anything about dating. She saw you, a grown woman who’s never had a boyfriend… I think she just wants the attention you’re giving her.”

“You can’t say that. You don’t know her, you don’t know anything about her!” Amber turns away from her father, tucking the blankets around her more.

“No, but I know you. You’re a beautiful young woman, a talented and caring person… Anyone in their right mind would want to be with you. But…” He sighs, trying to keep himself calm. “I just don’t think you can call yourself gay without even attempting to date a guy. Hell, even just sleeping with one.”

“Dad, please. The sex talk was bad enough when I was a kid, I don’t want to talk about that with you.”

“Yeah… Of course…” Doug can feel a rift forming between him and his daughter. He looks down at his hands, wishing the right words to say were written on them. Yet another moment passes in silence, every second feeling like years. “Okay, I’ll leave you be for the night.” He stands up and looks down at his daughter, fragile and hurting. His heart aches knowing that this was partially his fault - though he refuses to take full ownership of this pain. After all, if she wasn’t being manipulated by this online dyke, none of this would even be happening. “Can I at least have a hug goodnight?”

Amber doesn’t move to hug him. She just lays there with her back to him, pulling the blankets in. “I’m not really in a hugging mood right now.”

“Come on, Amber. One hug and I’m out of your hair for the night.” He watches as she lay there motionless. Despair turning to frustration, he grabs hold of the blankets and yanks them off of her. His eyes go wide as he sees his daughter’s naked body under the blanket. She doesn’t move to grab the covers back, she just buries her face into her pillow. He can’t help but stare at her smooth skin, her petite and athletic figure… Her plump, round ass. He’s frozen in place, the only part of him that does move is cock, growing in size in his pants. “You… You’re… Naked?”

Amber sits up, pulling her legs to her chest to cover exposed body. “Yeah, and? I was alone in my room under my blankets. I didn’t expect you to come barging in, and I definitely didn’t expect you to rip my blanket off of me.” She says with a hint of scorn in her voice, reaching out to pull the blanket back. Her tug is met with resistance, the blanket is still in her father’s tight grip. “Can I please have the blanket back?”

Doug doesn’t move nor reply to his daughter’s request, his eyes are transfixed on her body. “Amber, you…” He pauses, trying to find the right words to make her see sense. The whiskey sends a wave of warmth through his body that distracts his thoughts even more. “You know… biologically… your body is meant for men.”

“God damn it, Dad.” Amber says irritably. “I don’t care! I don’t like men, I don’t want like cock!”

Angrily, Doug pulls the blanket completely off the bed and onto the floor. “You can’t say that, Amber!” He snaps, barely below a full shout. “You’ve never had cock, you’ve never had a man’s hands on you. You don’t know what you like, and I won’t let you pretend to be a dyke until you actually know.”

“Okay, let me just find some random guy off the street and I’ll let him fuck me. Is that what you want?”

“What? No, that’s not-”

“There are no guys in my life I have any kind of sexual attraction to. No one I trust enough to ‘experiment’ with. What other option do I have besides trusting the gut feeling I’ve had since I was a kid? Like, what do you want, do you want me to fuck you?”

The two hold eye contact in silence, her words ringing through Doug’s head. They are both angry and breathing heavily, neither willing to concede any ground in the argument. Her father breaks eye contact to look at her body once again, sinful thoughts racing through his head. He can feel his hands start to shake subtly, though if it was from his anger or taboo thoughts… he wasn’t sure. “If… If that’s what it would take… Then yes.”

Amber’s eyes widen in shock and her mouth drops open. She can tell that he’s looking at her body. Her eyes drift down and she can see the bulge in his pants is becoming more prominent by the second. “What the fuck… Dad… No, just… I don’t…” Her anger is swiftly being replaced by fear, she can’t get more than a few words out before choking up. She grabs the pillow beside her to attempt to cover up, but it’s quickly snatched from her hands and tossed across the room by her father.

“I wish it wouldn’t have come to this… But I know you, Amber, and you aren’t a queer.” His voice is a mix of disgust and anger. “You’re a good girl, but you’re naive. As your father, it’s my job to teach you, get you ready for the real world. This… This is just part of that.” He reaches up to unbutton his pants, a new wave of resolve killing the shakes from just moments ago. The fear in his daughter’s eyes pains him, but he knows that he has to do this to protect her from that girl online, from all of the predatory queers that would take advantage of her. He unzips his pants and drops them to the ground. A voice in the back of his head tells him that he needs to stop, that this is wrong… But he doesn’t listen, the throbbing of his erect cock is speaking much louder.

“D-dad… Please… Pull your pants back up… We can just forget this happened.” She pleads, heart racing and breathless, completely frozen in fear.

“No, you need to remember this.” He pulls his shirt off and removes his boxers. He never noticed just how small his daughter was before, a fact so obvious now that their naked bodies are sharing the same small room. His body couldn’t be more of an opposite to hers. Her body is short and thin, though toned from her somewhat athletic job; His body is much taller and has more fat and muscle packed in. Amber’s body is smooth and hairless, Doug’s body is rife with hair from head to toe. His cock stands at attention, all eight inches rigid in anticipation. “Now… Come here.”

With shallow, shaking breaths Amber slowly shakes her head and tries to scoot herself away from her father. Unfortunately, her body is giving up on her, choosing neither fight or flight, but freeze. Try as she might, her body feels as though it were filled with lead. Doug’s face shifts from a somewhat calm resolve to a contemptuous anger. He steps forward and grabs her ankles, and with one mighty tug he pulls her across the bed. Now, laying on her back with her legs spread open, she is at the edge of the bed mere inches away from his body.

Her father’s cock twitches as he finally gets a good view of his daughter’s pristine virgin vagina. She keeps it fully shaved, likely to show off to her little internet friend, but Doug can’t help but be somewhat pleased - after all, women should keep their bodies hairless. Still holding her ankles tight, he spreads her legs apart even more and pushes her hips back to give him the best view. At this angle he can clearly see the light dancing around her folds and an ignoble smile grows on Doug’s face. “You’re over here confidently saying that you’re a dyke, that you hate cock… but looking at your Daddy’s cock is making you wet.” He moves both ankles to one hand and uses his now free hand to run a finger through her folds. He presents his now slick fingers to his daughter, undeniable proof of her arousal.

Shaking her head vigorously - the only movement she can muster - Amber starts trying to get words out once again. “That’s not…”

Kneeling on the bed, Doug leans in close to his terrified daughter. Their faces are now just inches apart. “You need to stop fucking lying to me, girl.” He whispers, malice in every syllable. In this position his balls are resting on top of her pussy, his cock on her pubic mound. He leans in closer, whispering in her ear. “You can play tough, but biology always wins. Your body is asking me- no, begging me to show you exactly why you aren’t some fucking queer.”

Tears begin to roll down Amber’s face and her lip starts to quiver. She can’t believe this is happening, it must be some kind of horrible nightmare. She closes her eyes tight, repeating to herself that this isn’t real… but her eyes snap back open as she feels one of her fathers push inside of her. She can’t help but let out an involuntary, high pitched breathy moan.

“See, your cunt wants to be fucked so bad. That was just one finger… think about how much better it’s going to feel when it’s my entire cock.” Doug starts fingering his daughter, slowly for just a few seconds before slipping in a second finger. He thrusts his fingers in as deep as they’d go and starts curling them, almost as though he was beckoning her to come to him. Amber’s body reacts accordingly, her back arching as much as it could with him on top of her and her breathing becoming more stilted and erratic. She tries to form words but nothing comes out, too overloaded with sensations to even begin thinking of a coherent thought. Doug smiles and can’t help but laugh. “See, no dyke would be getting off on getting finger fucked by a man like that. I knew you weren’t gay.”

His daughter’s eyes flutter open, struggling to focus on anything. “Then…. You can… stop…” She asks in between staggered breaths.

A scowl dawns on Doug’s face. He lets go of his daughter’s ankles and pins her down by the throat. “No,” He says plainly, ramping up the speed of his fingering. “I’m not letting you off easy. Showing you that you’re a slut for cock is important, but this is also a punishment. This little prank of yours has your mother pissed off at me, not even letting me in my own fucking bedroom?” He slips in two more fingers, watching Amber’s light up in either pain or enjoyment… in this moment, doubt couldn’t care less which it was. No longer just caressing her insides, he is now thrusting his hand in and out of her cunt with force. More pathetic moans and squeaks escape her lips, as much as they can with his hand clamped around her throat. With one final, forceful shove he stops his assault and leans back in towards her ear. “What do you want now?”

Wearily, Amber tries to speak, but can’t get anything out while her throat is still being held so tight. He loosens his grip enough to let air travel more freely, listening to his child gasp for breath. “Please… Daddy… stop -” She’s starts, but is cut off by a firm smack to her face.

“No. That’s not what you want to say. Try again.”

Finding the ability to focus her eyes again, Amber makes eye contact with her father. She searches his eyes for any hint of kindness or remorse over what he’s doing, all to no avail. Amber knows there’s no way she can overpower him, and he’s clearly not in a place where he can be reasoned with… She closes her eyes, resigning herself to whatever the night has in store for her. “I want… I want you to… f…” Her voice trembles as she tries to get her words out, but as she gets closer to saying what he wants to hear she can’t help but begin crying. “Fuck me, daddy.”

Doug releases his grip on his daughter’s neck and kisses her on the forehead. “Of course I will, sweetheart… But…” He places his hand over her mouth just hard enough to muffle her sobs. “You need to keep your voice down. If you wake your mother up…” He presses more firmly, making his point. Amber does her best to calm herself down, and his hand lifts up. He stands up and grabs her legs once again, putting her back in prime fucking position. Rubbing the tip of his cock against the opening of her vagina, he smirks and licks his lips. “Get ready, baby girl, you’re about to really understand why men and women are supposed to be together.”

Amber picks her head up to watch her deflowering unfold. Her chest is tight, not only was she about to get penetrated by a real cock for the first time, not only was it her father… she had barely ever even fingered herself, preferring to masturbate clitorally. His cock was so much bigger than the starter dildo she bought and used once or twice. Doug starts to slowly ease his cock into pussy, she can feel her walls stretching to take it in. A warmth radiates from her cunt throughout her body, a mix of pleasure and pain. He barely has the head of his cock inside of her and the sensation already feels overwhelming. Steadily sliding in more and more, Amber can’t keep holding her head up and it falls back to the mattress. As he finally bottoms out she can feel the tip of her fathers cock pressing up against her G spot, eliciting a guttural moan of pleasure.

“You’re doing so good,” He says, softly shushing her. “You took Daddy’s full cock. See, your body was designed to serve men.” He lets go of her ankles in favor of holding onto her hips, giving him better control. With this new position Doug begins to slowly fuck his daughter, making sure to go slow to ease her in. However, it’s hard for him to keep a slow and steady rhythm when her cunt feels so damn good. Her pussy is so tight it’s practically sucking his cock in, the warm and wet walls making every motion effortless. “Fuck… Oh my god… I haven’t fucked a pussy this tight since your mom and I started dating.”

Amber just lays there, no longer paralyzed with fear - but over stimulation. The constant stretching of her formerly untouched pussy keeps a consistent - though moderate - feeling of pain. Intense pleasure keeps spiking in and out every time his cock bottoms out and slams into her g spot. However, it’s the dread of knowing that all of these feelings are coming from the incestuous union of father and daughter that sits above everything else. Perhaps the pain and pleasure would be more bearable if the cock belonged to someone else… And then Doug starts to pick up speed. The intermittent waves of pleasure are coming faster now, starting to override the pain and make her dread seem so much fuzzier. She notices that she’s moaning and has no idea how long she’s been doing so.

Doug pulls his cock all the way out, breathing heavily. Amber struggles to pull her head up once again, now feeling the room spin around her. “Why did you stop?” She asks, though not entirely sure why. She should feel relieved, but… She feels an emptiness inside of her cunt now, almost yearning to have it filled again.

“Just needed a moment to catch my breath.” He takes a deep breath and smiles. “Why? Are you just so eager to have a big cock inside of you? You want to keep getting fucked?”

Amber blushes, not having an answer for him. She knows this is wrong on so, so many levels… But she couldn’t lie to herself and say it didn’t feel good. Though, having a moment to catch her breath did feel nice.

Unfortunately for her, Doug was ready to go again. He pulls her ass off the edge of the bed and flips her over. Lining his cock back up with the opening of her cunt and shoving it in at full force. A much louder moan of pleasure yelps from her lips, this new angle sending entirely new kinds of pleasure through her body. Doug pushed her face into the bed, silencing her. “I thought I told you to be quiet.” With this new leverage he’s able to fuck into his daughter harder and faster. He had never thought of himself as a particularly kinky man, but the rush of fucking someone so much younger than him was intoxicating. The fact that he was fucking his daughter… He knew deep down that the shame of this would hit him eventually, but for the moment it was the hottest thing he could think of. His grip on Amber’s hair tightened as his pace got faster and more erratic. “Fuck… God damn… your cunt is so tight… I’m not gonna last much longer.”

The thought of her father cumming inside of her sent a cold chill down her spine. She wanted to tell him not to, beg him to pull out, but her mouth was still pressed firmly into the bed. Her body was too weak from the over stimulation to try and push him off. The most she could muster was a feeble attempt to shake her head. The dread of the situation was once again growing, but knowing she was entirely powerless to stop it… was also turning her on. Her head shaking slowed, soon turning to nodding. As if that was the sign he had been waiting on, Doug pulls her head up by her hair. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck it, do it, please, please, Daddy.”

Hearing his daughter beg him to cum inside of her pushed Doug off the edge. His erratic thrusting getting harder. With one final push his body tensed, pulling her harder and crushing her body into the bed. His cock and balls throb as he unloads weeks worth of pent up cum into her now deflowered cunt. Husky grunts are all that Doug can manage as his orgasm flows through his body into hers. She moans out as she reaches climax in sync with her father, her pussy twitching and squeezing onto his cock. Her body can’t help but milk out every drop of cum he has.

Once their shared orgasm subsides, Doug pulls his cock out and lets his daughter’s head thud back onto the bed. Cum flows out of her pussy onto the hardwood floor as the two breathe heavily. Amber’s body lies slumped over the bed, too heavy and exhausted to move on its own.

Doug steps back and admires his work. Despite cumming, no sense of overwhelming guilt comes over him. Instead, he can’t help but feel proud of what he accomplished tonight. He picks up Amber’s body and lays her on her back, watching the cum continue to ooze out of her onto her sheets. Her eyes flutter open as she sees her dad pick up the blanket and lay it back on her. He leans in and kisses her on the forehead, pauses, and then kisses her on the lips. His stubble feels scratchy against her soft face. He pulls away from the kiss, remaining just inches above her face. “I told you, biology always wins.”

Her father picks up his clothes off the floor and walks to the door. His hand reaches for her light switch, but stops. He walks over to her night stand and picks up her phone. She can see he’s typing something, but can’t find the energy to ask what he’s doing. He sets it back down and walks back to the door. Turning the lights off and opening the door, he looks back. “Goodnight, baby.”

Amber watches her father leave the room. Her mind is racing, not believing that she not only let her father breed her… but that she actually begged for it. She turns and reaches for her phone with a heavy and trembling hand. Turning it on, she finds herself looking at her texts from her girlfriend. She had texted Amber several times while this madness was unfolding, asking her if she was okay. To her horror, she reads the text her father sent just moments ago.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not a lesbian. We have to break up. I never want to hear from you again. Goodbye.”