[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

"Sayang marah saya?" Wanda thought I was getting angry with her. I checked my tone; I didn't want to spoil her mood and make her stop her story. Furthermore, I hope I could put in another round before we head back home; I didn't want to waste the time we had in this hotel room. But curiosity really got the better of me and at that juncture, I was almost willing to give up another round, just to hear the answer.

And surely enough, the answer came from her soft lips, "Ayahku..."

The second man in the room was her biological father.

Men are perverse creatures; there is something about incest that excites us all. The very mention of her biological father in their matrimonial room sent another wave of excitement through my system and I felt another erection coming. I hung on to every single word she said as she described her feelings and her thoughts that night.

I felt a hand touching my shoulder. It felt rough, as if the hands belonged to a labourer; someone who worked with his hands. I was certain that the hands did not belong to my father-in-law. Who could it be?

“Wanda? Are you asleep?” he whispered in my ear. I froze. I recognized that voice; it belonged to my biological father. But why was he here?

As if he read my mind, my father spoke, “At least I know that Wanda is safe and happier here.” Tears begin to well up in my eyes and I was brought back to my childhood; my biological father had always doted on me. I remember him taking care of me during my formative years; he had always told me that I was destined for greater things so he didn’t allow me to help out in the fields. In a way he protected me from the harshness of growing up. While the other children in the village baked under the hot sun, I was ‘protected’. Although I was exempted from ‘hard labour’, I still had to help out at home, doing housework. My father probably cried his heart out the day I got married. Fighting back my tears, I continued to pretend to be asleep.

“You are contented just to know that she’s ‘safe and happier here’? Then you can leave right now,” my father-in-law challenged him, “You are here because you have always been curious how a tanned, mediocre-looking couple like your wife and you could produce a fair child like Wanda? You wanted to see how this diamond in the rough could be polished under my wife’s tutelage and sparkle?”

In a harsher tone that seemed to echo in the room and stab me in my heart, my father-in-law hissed, “You are a bastard, you always are. You are only here to take advantage of your drunk daughter and fuck her brains out!”