as long as we have eachother

Henry's hand still held the door firmly, using to block himself from her view. Not that there was any reason to give her privacy now, but he knew she was crying. He didn't have to look at her to know she had been scrubbing her skin so hard to rid herself of the disgusting feeling that her skin was probably bright red and raw. "Well," Henry whispered, "You could always use a second towel. I'll be right back."

Leaving the door cracked open, he returned to her room and grabbed her a clean pair of shorts and a shirt. Holding them over one arm, he hesitated before opening the top drawer of her dresser, seeing her many pairs of panties and thongs all thrown together. Quickly grabbing a pair and slamming it shut, he tried to block out the image of Payton prancing around one of the thin thongs in his mind. On the way back to the bathroom, he grabbed another towel from the hall closet. "Coming in," he announced, before using his shoulder to open the door the rest of the way.

The bathroom was steamy, the glass of the shower door and the mirror already having fogged up. Folding her clothes, he laid them on the sink counter, unfolding the towel and opening it for her. "Come to me, sweetie. I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered, finally turning to face her. Even in the shower, water running down her face he could tell she had been crying. Her cloudy eyes were puffy and her face was swollen.

---

Zada hadn't been expecting what Charles just propositioned her with. All of a sudden, her mind was flooded with conflicting emotions, her body tensing when she felt his hand on her thigh. She was confused, but part of her wanted to instantly answer yes, even if she wasn't entirely sure of what she was saying yes to. The other part of her wanted to get sick, afraid of saying no, knowing there was no getting away from him.

"I-I don't know," Zada whispered, feeling her hands start to shake. Her heart rate had picked up as well and looking at the little frown on Charlie's face, she felt guilty. Had she done this? When she stayed in his bed last night? Did she somehow make him think... She shivered, forcing herself to look up in his eyes. She did want attention, she craved it, it had been years so long since her father had shown her any kind of affection. Now, with Charles bringing it up so bluntly, she could feel tears burning her eyes. "Yes..." She eventually whispered, feeling disgusting that she was admitting to being jealous of what her father was doing to her sister. Zada laid her hand over Charles, feeling like her stomach was tying itself up in knots. "I-It isn't fair..." She whispered again, under her breath, feeling a tear fall down her face.

@ castle.

Payton tensed when Henry announcer that he was coming in. She cleared her throat as she turned, teaching out to turn off the shower. Even once she had, Payton hesitated to climb out of the tub. Henry hadn’t told her where he set the clothes so she wasn’t the least bit surprised when he prompted her to go to him. She gulped as she set her hand on the wall, carefully stepping out before she made her way over to Henry.

She chewed on her bottom lip as Henry started to dry her off, holding her arms out to her sides despite wanting nothing more than to cover herself completely. There was no running from her father and trying to tell him she didn’t need help, it would only serve to upset him. Alone in the house with him, Payton was sure that Henry’s temper could lash out without consequence.

“Thank you,” Payton forced herself to speak, taking a deep breathe. “I’m just going to brush my teeth before I go to sleep.. if that’s okay,” she added quietly, only wrapping her arms around herself once Henry had finished helping her dress.

---

Charles’ heart sunk when Zada stuttered. In that moment, he was sure that he had managed to upset her and now he was going to end up regretting it. She would go back to Henry and tell him what Charles had just suggested. His family would be completely torn away from him and he wouldn’t have anything else to live for. When Zada started to break, Charles was so relieved that he felt sick to his stomach. It was clear that his niece was suffering and yet that was the source of his relief. Exhaling slowly, Charles turned toward her.

“Why don’t you turn toward me?” Charles prompted her and the moment that she had, he reached up to cup her cheek. He brushed his thumb over her skin, smiling softly. He was quiet as he leaned forward, pressing her lips delicately against hers

Henry watched his daughter tug her clothes on, pulling the thin shorts up her legs and the tank top down over her head. Sometimes, he caught himself staring at her wishing that she wasn't his daughter. If she wasn't, maybe he wouldn't be a sick pervert, maybe they could've had a real relationship, or maybe they wouldn't know each other at all. And then sometimes, Henry caught himself wishing that it had been the other way around in the accident, that she had died and his wife had lived. It would've made things easier, but he always felt so ashamed of himself thinking those kinds of things.

For once, Henry decided he would let Payton sleep alone. It made no sense, they had the house to themselves, no one to sneak around, but, oddly enough, the silence was suffocating and he didn't feel like he could bring himself to slip back into her bed. He usually had distractions to keep him from focusing on how he was hurting his daughter, how she was crying and broken. But tonight, it was only them in the house. Zada wasn't in her room, blaring loud music, he couldn't hear her fingers tapping away on her keyboard playing some dumb game, or sneaking into the kitchen for a late-night snack. There was nothing to distract him from how pathetic and sad Payton looked, and all he could think about was how it was his fault.

His fingers slipped up to her hair, running through the strands as he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Okay, goodnight, sweetie." His voice came out trembling, his fingers grazing over her shoulder as they dropped from her hair. "Just call if you need anything." He still found himself hesitating next to her, unable to force his feet to carry him from the bathroom. Eventually, he found the courage and slowly left, looking back over his shoulder at her before disappearing back to his room.

---

Before Charles kissed her, Zada remembered something. He had almost entirely brushed her off the night before, making it seem like she had made everything up in her head, but now, how he was speaking... Did he believe her? The way he used the word pleasure, and how willing he was to suggest that he could give her what her father wasn't... This wasn't a surprise to him, did he know her father was sick, before what she told him last night? She didn't have much time to linger on the thought, her breath catching in the back of her throat when Charles leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Hips lips lightly pressed to hers, a soft enough gesture that if she wanted to pull herself away she could, but instead, Zada felt herself leaning into his kiss, her head leaning softly into his hand. His thumb brushed over her cheek, and she could feel the callouses of his rough skin, but still, it felt nice.

When he pulled away, Zada stared down at his shirt for a moment, her lips parting in shock as she tried to pick apart the situation she found herself in. She had just kissed her uncle, and she wanted to again? Forcing herself to look up into his eyes, hating the way they looked so much like her fathers, not even one slight difference. He even had the weird patch of brown in one of them. Zada also felt her heart hit her stomach for a completely different reason. If her father found out... would he be mad? More like furious, she thought to herself. Still, she found herself leaning against Charles' chest, wrapping her arms around his torso tightly in a hug. "I-I wish I didn't have to go home tomorrow," was all Zada could force herself to say. Even if this was weird and her uncle wanted to kiss her, or whatever else, at least he was nice to her and gave her attention and got excited over the things she was good at... He was willing to spend time with her.

@ castle.

Payton was quiet as she waited for Henry to answer her question. She wouldn't move to brush her teeth without him telling her to because as okay as she thought they were at the moment, Payton knew things could in a matter of seconds. She was living proof of that. She was quick to nod her head when bidding her goodnight. She felt her heartbreaking for him because his voice wavered and it made her want nothing more than to reach out to him. They were both broken, was it really so wrong to find comfort in each other? Or at least she tried to tell herself. She knew that Henry felt horrible about it and even if she didn't necessarily understand why he did what he did but... if it helped Henry heal.

Her shoulders sagged as she listened to Henry retreating from the room. Payton was completely torn on what she was supposed to do and she hated it. She exhaled, turning toward her bed uneasily. It was better if she laid down and just went to sleep but she knew that Henry was hurting and she couldn't just leave him alone like this. Even if she was scared, even if she hated what happened between them... he was still her dad. She didn't think she could ever actually hate him, just what he did.

Payton was hoping that if she followed Henry, he wouldn't try for more. She took a deep breath before heading toward the door, using the wall to help guide her toward Henry's room. She bit down on her bottom lip, knocking on the door before she peered inside. "Dad? Are you.. okay?" Payton asked quietly, hanging her head as she stood in the doorway of Henry's bedroom.

---

Charles had half been expecting Zada to pull away from the kiss so he was more than relieved when she leaned into the kiss. His arms slid around her waist and he pulled her close to him, his eyes fluttering shut as Zada leaned into him. He held back a moan, his fingers brushing beneath the material of her shirt. When Zada broke the kiss, Charles leaned his forehead against hers. He was quiet as she settled against him, one of his hands rubbing her back gently. He couldn't help but smirk at her comment, nodding slowly. "I know. I don't want you going either but you can always tell your Dad you want to come back. That you miss spending time with me.." Charles trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.

Pulling his hands out from beneath her shirt, his hands moved up her back. Charles was quiet as he pushed her plaid shirt off of her shoulders. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, looking up to her. His movements were slow, anticipating her reaction as his hands started to push her shirt up her torso. It was clear where Charles was pushing this but by Zada's reaction to his kiss, he was sure that she wouldn't pitch a fit. Charles hoped because he didn't want to have to call Henry and tell his brother there had been a terrible accident on the hike.

"Do you want to take my shirt off?" Charles prompted in a low voice, a little smirk on his face as he dropped her shirt off beside the bench. "It's okay if you do."

Henry had sat down on his bed, his hands resting flat against the matress, staring to the left. On the nightstand, by the bed, was a photo of him and Jean, one that they took while on vacation. Tears burned his eyes again as he stared at it, "I'm so sorry." He choked up on his words, feeling a tear run down his cheek. Henry hoped, almost every day, that there was no heaven where Jean could look down on him from, knowing that if she could see what kind of a disgusting monster he was...

His breath hitched in his throat when he heard the door creak open. He hadn't heard Payton's feet coming down the hall, she walked so quietly across the hardwood, silent as a mouse. Taking in a deep breath, Henry wiped at his eyes, hoping he could speak without cracking. "Yeah, honey, of course." He had to put on a smile, even if Payton couldn't see it. His one job was to be strong for her, to protect her and make sure everything was okay, for her... Even if he couldn't protect her from himself. Sitting here crying on the bed wasn't going to help Payton.

It was a shock to Henry that Payton had followed him, had willingly came to his room. Though, he had never done anything to her in here. He couldn't. The bed he sat on was the one he had shared with his wife and the thought of lying Payton down here... It twisted his stomach. "Will you come here for a second, Payton?"

---

Zada's lips parted, a protest appearing on her tongue as she felt Charles' hands pushing her shirt up her sides. Biting down on her bottom lip, her eyes flashed to his, and something scared her, enough to make her raise her arms so he could pull the shirt completely off. Something in her mind told her she had to go along with this. If she wanted Charles to let her come back, if she wanted him to praise more of her art and give her attention, she had to. Zada told herself it wasn't the stern look in his eye that scared her, it was the thought of him pushing her away too. When her arms were free of her shirt, Zada instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, her face burning red. She had never done anything with a boy, besides kiss. Not even make out, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Still, she told herself she had to.

Slowly lowering her arms from her torso, her hands slowly reached for the bottom of his shirt, her fingers barely brushing the fabric. She dropped her gaze from his, feeling her cheeks burning red. Pushing his shirt up, Zada swallowed thickly as she pulled it off. Her eyes trailed down his muscles, over his chest hair, down the little trail that led into his jeans. How far he was trying to push this? Looking back up at him, she felt an inch tall, and like she had lost her voice. "I've never done anything," she squeaked, completely humiliated.

@ castle.

Payton shifted from one side to the other, her head turned in the direction of the bed. She was unsure of bothering Henry while he was in his room, she tended to try her best to avoid the room because it was Henry's room. It was the room he had shared with her mother and she felt like she was overstepping. Something that she shouldn't be doing when Henry already did so much for her. Her stomach flipped at the thought, her relief only coming in the form of Henry answering her. She blew out a breathe, chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to decide what she was supposed to do. She had asked if Henry was okay and he had assured her that he was. She had done everything that she needed to, hadn't she? Should she just leave him alone?

Unsure of herself, Payton nodded at his question. She pushed open the door a bit more before sliding into the room. It wasn't ofte that Payton had been in this room so she kept one of her arms in front of her, trying to feel for the bed because she didn't want to run into it and end up bumping her knee or something. Payton's hand brushed against the bed frame and she made her way toward him. She stopped in front of him, wringing her fingers together.

Payton had plenty of things that she wanted to say but she didn't know where to even begin so she chose to be quiet, to let Henry say whatever he wanted.

[liine]

Charles lifted his arms, an encouraging smile on his face as Zada lifted the shirt from his body. When it dropped by her shirt, Charles noticed the way her cheeks were tinging a bright red. He shook his head as he reached out, cupping her cheek in his hand. "That's okay, princess. We can take it nice and slow. I promise I won't hurt you," he breathed, tucking a strand of hair behind Zada's ear. He leaned forward, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. His grip on her hips tightened, pulling Zada into his lap. Pressing himself closer to her, his hands trailing up her back.

His fingers brushed against the clasp of her bra, teasing it for several moments as he focused on kissing Zada. It was clear just how nervous she was, he was trying to ease her into the idea of what was about to happen. Charles didn't think he would stop if she asked him to, he was in too deep and he couldn't remember the last time that he had slept with a woman. Undoing the clasp of her bra, Charles pushed the material off of her shoulders. He only pulled away long enough to pull it free from her body. "You can touch me, too. You know?" He murmured, cupping her breast. His eyes were locked on her as his thumb brushed against her nipple, trying to gauge her reaction to his touch.

Henry watched Payton try to find her way over to him, feeling pathetic as he gently reached out for her, guiding her closer to him. His hands lingered on her arms, hooked loosely around her elbows. Henry was finding it hard to figure out what to say, though there was so much he wanted to tell her. When was the last time he told Payton about her mother? Small things she might not know, things about when her mother was younger or things that happened while she was pregnant with Payton. When was the last time they talked about her, instead of pretending like she had never been there.

His hands fell to Paytons, loosely hanging onto her fingers. He wished she would stay with him, that something in her would push to sleep with him. Henry knew without her curled up by his side, he would lie awake all night staring at the ceiling. "What made you wanna come check on me?" He asked quietly, his fingers intertwining with hers.

---

Zada felt a shiver run through her body when Charles pulled her bra off. Goosebumps had popped up along her arms while he had played with the clasp and the anticipation from it had caused a dreadful feeling to build in her stomach. Her bra fell to the ground along with their shirts and she tensed when she felt his hands on her again. If this made him happy, then Zada should want to do it. "S-Sorry," she gasped, forcing herself to move to touch him, feeling a weird sensation between her legs. Should she be enjoying this? The young girl didn't have an answer, but she knew she had to try to make him happy. She wanted to make him happy. Especially when he called her princess.

Her hands moved to his chest, her fingers running through the hair, feeling the ridges of the muscles on his abdomen. Zada continued, running her fingers down along the trail of hair that led to his jeans. When her fingers brushed the denim fabric, she bit down so hard on the inside of her cheek she tasted blood, before deciding to move her hands lower and undo the button. She had never expected the hike to end up like this, but weirdly enough, she didn't feel uncomfortable. More nervous, worried she would disappoint him.

@ castle.

Despite everything that happened between them, Payton found herself relaxing when Henry's hands grabbed her arms. She knew she was safe with him, for the most part. The only thing that she had to worry about what him and he never actually hurt her, did he? It could be so much worse than it was, she was sure of it. Henry was just mourning in his own way, was helping him out as bad as she made it out to be? For a moment, she thought that everything that she was doing was wrong because she didn't try to make Henry feel better. All she did was cry and complain when he decided he needed her comfort.

Guilt was the only thing that she felt as she stood in front of Henry, her stomach twisting as she looked away from him. She shrugged at his question, squeezing his hands when his fingers laced with hers. "You.. sounded sad," she managed to convince herself to speak, her own voice breaking slightly. "I didn't want you to be sad," she said as she shrugged her shoulders. "So I wanted to make sure you were okay."

---

Charles gave her a light smile, shrugging his shoulders. "No need to be sorry, princess. It's your first time. It's okay to be nervous," he explained softly. He was quiet, his breath catching in the back of his throat as Zada's hands travelled to his pants. He bit back a groan, leaning back to let her have all the room she could want to explore his body. "Go on. It's okay," he breathed, laying back against the bench. When she undid the button on his pants, Charles waited for a moment before lifting his hips so that she could pull his pants down his thighs.

"I won't hurt you. I promise," Charles murmured, biting down on the inside of his lip as she reached for his boxers. He watched her movements, all too eager to watch as Zada touched him for the first time. She was so naive and innocent that Charles wondered just how hard he could push Zada - what would she be willing to do to make him happy?

Henry wanted to beat himself up, feeling like he had failed as a father. Payton was never supposed to worry about him, for any reason. "Aw pumpkin," Henry frowned, pulling her closer to him, until she was standing between his legs. "You don't have to worry about me, okay? Ever. I'm fine." He let go of one of her hands so he could reach up and cup her cheek, his words were being drawn out and slightly slurred together, but Henry didn't blame it all on the alcohol entirely. "I'm just tired, sweetie." Still, his heart fluttered in his chest hearing that Payton wanted him to be okay.

Pulling her a little closer, Henry wrapped his arms around Payton's waist and laid his head against her shoulder. It was just a simple hug and even though he knew it might cause Payton to tense, cause goosebumps to run down her arms and make her nervous, it was just a hug and he needed it. "Do you want me to take you back to bed?" He whispered, tilting his head back up, but his arms still wrapped around her waist. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he wished that she would ask to stay with him, not wanting to be alone, but tonight he couldn't force her.

---

That was the second time that Charles had promised he wouldn't hurt her. It stuck out to her in her mind, raising little red flags for some reason. Her hands hesitated on the waistband of his boxers, before she slowly withdrew them, her eyes watching how badly they trembled before she rested them on Charles legs. Her fingers nervously fidgeting with the fabric of his boxers. Something was telling her she shouldn't be doing this, but she was also scared to try and tell him no, now. "I-I'm really nervous, I'm sorry," she apologized again, her cheeks turning a bright pink. This was intense for her, the fact that her first time doing anything was with such an older man, let alone her uncle? It made things difficult. There were conflicting voices in her head, one telling her to stop and the other telling her to go and even if she wanted to go, she didn't know what she was doing.

Her eyes trailed back down his body, sucking on her bottom lip nervously as she saw he was already getting hard. She knew there were no getting out of this, that it was going to happen and she didn't have a choice anymore. Did she ever have a choice? Forcing her hands to move back to the waist band of his boxers, she slowly pulled them down, with the help of him raising his hips once more, until his cock was freed.

@ castle.

Payton found herself relaxing when she was pulled between his legs. She pouted slightly even when Henry declared that he was okay. She shrugged, not all that sure she believed him but still, she leaned into his hug. Her arms wrapped around him, pressing her cheek against his hair. She tensed slightly at the action but she did her best to act like nothing was wrong. She still wasn't sure whether she believed Henry that he was fine and she didn't want to make it somehow worse with her stressing out over what Henry might or might not want to do to her.

She hesitated at Henry's question, slowly starting to shake her head. Payton looked uncertain, biting down on her lower lip. "Is it okay.. If I.. stay here? With you?" She asked after a moment of silence. She raised an eyebrow, shifting her weight from one side to the other. "I mean, if it's okay. If you just want me to go back to my room, I can. It's up to you.." she trailed off, sounding more than unsure of herself at the moment.

---

Charles felt his body tense when Zada started to pull away from him. His emotions were at war. Part of him knew that this was wrong but a bigger part of him, it needed this. He wasn’t planning on hurting her but it had been so long since he was with someone... and he had only ever seriously hurt one girl. Biting back a sigh as Charles moved to sit back up, only to freeze when Zada’s fingers wrapped around his waistband.

The light breeze that had picked up sent a chill down his spine, his cock twitching once it was free from his boxers. “Zada, princess,” he had to bite back a groan as he looked toward her. He moved so that he was sitting up, reaching out to take her hand. He urged her hand toward his cock, wrapping his fingers around him and urging her to give him a few pumps. “There you go, sweetheart. Not so bad, is it?”

@ dezz

Henry perked up when he heard Payton ask to stay, as if his thoughts had been heard and she answered them. Still, he noticed how she hesitated between words and the way she shifted her weight. It was obvious she was nervous, not sure what she was supposed to do in this situation and even though something was telling Henry to tell her no, to let her go back to her own room, he couldn't. "Of course, you can, sweetheart," he nodded, letting his arms fall from her waist as he forced himself to his feet.

Turning towards the bed, he pulled the covers down and took Payton's hand once more, helping her in. She had sounded so uncertain, going back and forth and ultimately telling him if was his choice. It was always his choice what she did, where she went. He had full control over her. Sliding into the bed next to her, Henry had to lean over his to his nightstand and lay the framed photo of his wife face down. Even if he couldn't do anything to Payton in this bed, he couldn't wake up in the morning with her in his arms and see that photo.

Relaxing back into the sheets, Henry turned towards Payton and pulled her back into his arms, caging her against his chest as he held her. "I love you," he slurred a whisper, his head leaning against hers as he closed his eyes.

---

Zada felt like she couldn't breath when he tugged her hand towards his cock, wrapping her fingers around it and showing her how to stroke it. When his hand fell away from hers, she continued, watching as it grew bigger. Zada felt a heat wave course through her body, and she couldn't help but shift, feeling the growing excitement between her legs. This was wrong, but Charles was making such lewd noises, and coaxing her on, how could it be?

She leaned closer to her uncle, her eyes trained on how his lips were parted, his face was blushing slightly. He looked like he felt good, she was making him feel good... "N-No, it's not bad..." It was still something she couldn't wrap her mind around, but she needed something else to focus on. She couldn't stop thinking about every word she would say or every move she would make at least twice before she could force herself too. While she pumped him, repeatedly with a steady pace, she found herself leaning closer to him, pressing her lips to his again. All she had to do was just pretend it was okay, that her father wouldn't care and Charles wouldn't hurt her and after all of this was over, everything would be fine ...

@ castle.

Payton shivered as Henry helped her into the bed, wondering if he was going to try something in this bed. The thought churned her stomach but she felt like she was in too deep now. That if she told Henry she wanted to go back to her room, he'd be angry with her and that would only make it worse. She was quiet as she felt Henry lean over her, squishing herself down against the mattress so that she wouldn't be in his way.

A content sigh escaped her lips as Henry pulled her to his chest. She wrapped her arm around him, burying her face against his chest. This was unconventional, she knew that, but she knew that Henry loved her. Just like he'd said. So what if he needed a bit more from her? That didn't make him a horrible parent. "I love you, too," she mumbled, pressing herself even closer to him.

In the morning, Payton groaned as she shifted, starting to come to. She froze when she realized she was in Henry's room, still pressed against him. She relaxed after a moment, realizing that it was okay. She inched out of the bedroom, heading downstairs. It had been a long time since she cooked a meal for them and she hoped that she could put something together, she might just have a bit of a hard time with seasonings but she was sure that she could do it if she just tried.

Ultimately, Payton settled on making eggs benedict, her brows pulling together as she focused on the task in front of her.

---

Charles groaned, pumping his hips gently against her hand, trying to encourage her. His hand tightened around the edge of the bench. His gaze darkened as he watched her movements, eagerly leaning forward to kiss her. If this hadn't been the first time that he'd been with someone in so long, Charles thought he would have just let Zada finish him with his hand. "You're such a good girl," he panted as he pulled away from her, setting his hand on her wrist. He pulled her hand away from his cock, instead giving her a little smirk. "I'm not that selfish, princess," he murmured, his thumbs dipping into the waistband of her pants and underwear at the same time. "Stand up," he encouraged her, pushing them down at the same time.

He stood, turning to face Zada. "Lay back," he instructed her in a low voice, giving his cock a few lazy pumps of his hand. Charles moved around so that he stood at the end of the bench. Charles' eyes were locked on hers as he lowered to his knees, reaching out to slide his arms beneath her thighs. Charles pulled her toward him, his gaze still locked with hers as he leaned down to start kissing up her thigh. "You just have to relax, baby. I promise this is going to feel so good," he murmured, running his tongue up her slit.

Henry had slept like a rock, Payton wrapped up in his arms and her head against his chest, it had been exactly what he needed. When she slipped out of bed, he remained on his side, his arms laying over the spot on the sheets where her body had been. It started to wake, maybe, fifteen minutes after Payton had disappeared out of the room. Groaning, he rolled into his back, blinking a few times as he came to.

Payton. He looked over to the empty side of the bed and felt worry. Had it been a dream? Was she tucked away in her own bed? Pushing himself to his feet, Henry left his room, heading straight towards hers. Not even taking a second to dress or brush the tangles from his hair. Her door was closed tightly and when he pushed it open, he noticed her bed was empty and the blankets completely made. She hadn't slept there. It hadn't been a dream. She had asked to stay with him, in his bed.

Quickly, he hurried down the stairs towards the kitchen. "Payton?" He called, wondering where she had gone, or what she was getting into. He was always so worried about her, anything could happen, anything could hurt her. Stepping foot into the kitchen, his brows raised to his hairline and he felt the sudden need to make her stop everything. "Payton...?" He spoke again, watching her move around the kitchen. Staying where he was, Henry found himself conflicted. He wanted to let her continue, find some independence, and while she seemed to be getting along fine, anything could change in a second. She could burn herself, cut herself... "Do...you need any help, sweetie?" It was still such a nice gesture, she had woken up before him and was trying to make breakfast. He would let her try.

---

Zada wasn't about to ignore Charles' demands, but for a moment, when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, she thought she had done something wrong. It wasn't until he spoke, that she found herself letting out a sigh of relief, her cheeks burning again when he called her princess. She liked him calling her princess.

With the bench beneath her back, Zada looked up at the sky for a moment, wondering if this was all her fault. If she hadn't entered his bedroom last night, if she hadn't brought up her dad, would this be happening right now? Did she give him the idea for this? Swallowing, she gasped when he grabbed her legs and slid her down the bench, closer to him, where he had better access. You just have to relax, baby... She found herself doing the exact opposite, her body tensing as she felt his lips trailing up the inside of her leg, knowing exactly where he was headed. It was the anticipation that scared her.

Her mouth gaped in surprise when she felt his tongue between her legs, but this time, instead of a gasp, she heard herself moaning. It was a quiet, and shaky moan, but it was still a moan. Had she thought he was lying when he said it would feel good, because he hadn't been. It felt amazing, feeling his tongue moving around her clit, exploring every inch and fold of her.

@ castle.

Payton jumped at the sound of her father’s voice calling her name. She lifted her head, chewing on her bottom lip as she listened to him enter the kitchen. She was sure she could guess the look that he was giving her. Disapproving, unhappy that she was trying to navigate making them a meal all on her own. She gave him a small smile despite how nervous she suddenly felt, unsure how she was supposed to respond. She thought that she had been doing fine but now, she was unsure

Payton gave a small shake of her head. “I was just going to make hash browns and some eggs Benedict. Could you grab the hollandaise packet for me?” She offered after a moment. “But I wanted to make something for breakfast because you’re always doing so much for me and I just...” Payton trailed off, shrugging her shoulders. She felt silly all of the sudden and she turned back toward the stove, grabbing her spatula to stir the hash browns before she started toward the fridge to grab the eggs.

---

Charles couldn’t help but to feel a sense of pride when Zada moaned. She was shaky, unsure of herself but the noise was exactly what he had been wanting to hear from her. His smirk only grew as he teased her clit with his tongue, grazing his teeth against her delicately before his hand moved to settle between her thighs. Her body was responding just as much as she was vocalizing her pleasure. Circling her entrance with the tip of his finger, Charles started to push it into her. Even if she tensed or told him to stop, he wouldn’t listen until his digit was buried inside of her.

Slowly, Charles started pumping his finger inside of her. When he felt she was ready, Charles presses a second finger into her cunt. He moaned as she spawned around him, wanting nothing more than to feel her around his cock. She was tight on his fingers, he could only imagine how she would feel then. Curling his fingers inside of her, Charles starting fucking her with his fingers then. Every so often, he would curl his fingers to elicit a dirty little moan from her lips.

Henry wasn't so sure about any of this, but he still moved to do as Payton asked. He grabbed the packet that she needed, and nervously watched Payton take the eggs and return to the stove. Every horrible thing that could possibly happen was running through Henry's mind, and it felt almost impossible for him to relax, but he had to. Payton needed to get back into the habit of doing things on her own. It was scary to think about, but Henry wouldn't always be there for her. He knew in the matter of a year or less, she would be fighting him to leave for college and even though he knew he would do everything he could to stop her... One day she might break away from him and if she did, he wanted her to at least be able to handle herself.

Laying the packet down on the counter for her, Henry pulled out a chair from the table and took a seat. It felt wrong, everything in him was telling him he should be making breakfast for her. She had to be straining herself, trying to imagine the kitchen in her head around her, rethinking every moment over and over, and if she wasn't, that only scared him even more. "If you need any help, I'm right here."

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Zada whined when Charles pulled back, when she couldn't feel his tongue anymore. Instead, she gasped and started to sit up slightly when she felt one of his fingers pushing into her open. "W-wait, Char-" but he didn't. She felt his finger press into her, and made herself relax back on the bench. It was obvious where this was going and there was no stopping it. He said he wouldn't hurt her, but if she begged him to stop, she knew he wouldn't. Another finger was added, stretching her open, sliding in and out of her. His fingers curled and twisted in and out and Zada couldn't help how her body was reacting, doing the exact opposite of what her mind was telling her to. It terrified her to think about how he was getting her ready for something bigger, for him. It was scary because she realized she wasn't ready for something like this, but now she couldn't back out.

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Payton was half expecting for Henry to stop her from finishing the meal that she had already started. The hashbrowns were going and she had turned on a pot to melt the butter for the hollandaise once Henry set the packet down for her. She thanked him quietly as she moved about the kitchen, trying to be careful about not spilling anything or actually hurting herself. The part that she was most nervous about was the eggs but she hoped that she could do as much as possible without Henry's help. She finished off the sauce and gave the hashbrowns a quick stir before she glanced toward the direction of the kitchen table, after starting a pot of water to boil. "Can you help me, with the eggs?" She asked, hesitant to even ask Henry because she was trying her best to be independent and she felt like Henry always did so much for her, even asking him for simple things sometimes felt wrong.

Moving toward the toaster oven, Payton turned the knob all the way to the left before turning it back to the fourth option, so that she knew it was on the right one. She dropped the English muffins inside, shifting her weight around as she waited for them to pop up. "You always do so much for me.. I just wanted to do something nice for you," Payton said, out of nowhere. When they finished, Payton hissed to herself as she accidentally brushed against the metal as she was pulling the one out. "I'm fine," she was quick to say, knowing just how worried Henry would be as she slid the other set of English muffins into the toaster.

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Zada was nervous, afraid even he was sure. Charles didn't want her to be and he was intent to take this slow until her body was ready to take him at least. When she had started to protest, Charles realized that she might not be as eager as he had thought she was. That didn't change his mind but he knew that he needed to show her what she could feel with him. Zada would feel pleasure that she had never felt before. He wanted to ask her what she had done before if she had ever touched herself but he was far too focused on the little noices that she kept letting out despite her nerves.

Zada's thighs started tensing, she started tightening around his fingers and he realized just how close she was. He entertained the idea of pulling away from her completely to take her but he figured that she could enjoy her first orgasm with a man. Charles focused on her clit, curling his fingers inside of her.

Henry was honestly relieved when Payton opened up and asked for his help. "Of course, sweetie, that's what I'm here for." He stood to his feet and moved over to the stove, pulling a frying pan out and setting it on one of the burners, before reaching for the eggs. Right as he did, he heard the hiss of pain and quickly moved to stand behind Payton. His hand grabbed her shoulder quickly, looking over her arm to see what she had done. He sighed in relief, relaxing when he realized she had just slightly burnt her hand. "Sorry, I can't help but be on edge," he laughed. "You're doing great," he kissed the side of her head, hating how timid she seemed. He couldn't be helping her any, stepping around her just waiting for her to hurt herself. So instead, he tried to support her.

Her father felt his heart flutter when she admitted that she just wanted to do something nice for him, for once. Sometimes, Henry forgot about all of the things he did for her. Constantly running around the house, making sure nothing was out of place so she could find everything, doing the laundry, picking her room up for her, cooking, checking on her every hour... Maybe it was time for him to take a step back and allow her to try and navigate on her own. Once the eggs were finished and Henry had helped Payton plate everything, he brought their food to the kitchen table and took a seat. "I hate to say it, but you surprised me, Payton." He teased, laughing as he sat down, "I'm very proud of you."

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Part of Zada wished he could call out for some one, call her sister,...even call her dad. Anyone, who could come help her, but she kept trying to remind herself who she was with. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to remember how she had felt when she first arrived to Charles. How he had called her his girl and hugged her so tightly, how excited he had been over her art and her grades... Was that all a play? Would it all stop now after this? Had she been tricked? It didn't matter what she was thinking in that moment, because her body was moving forward without her. Charles' thumb focused on her clit, moving in circles over it as his fingers curled inside of her again and she couldn't help how her thighs tensed, how an orgasm started to rip through her body. Zada was completely embarrassed by how her body trembled as she came, how her quiet moans grew louder and her hands were gripping at the bench underneath of her. It felt amazing.

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Payton had to admit that she was the tiniest bit relieved when Henry grabbed her shoulder because he still cared, evidently. Despite the accident, despite losing his wife... despite her needing help with so many basic things, she still had Henry. He would always love her, regardless of what was going on. She gave him a tiny smile before he moved away from her, her own attention turning back to the toaster oven just as it dinged again. She reached out and was quite a bit more careful as she pulled out the second English muffin. She moved back over to Henry with them, thanking him when he started to help her with plating their food. She did her best to do as much but was still far more relieved than she wanted to admit as she sat at the table with him.

She looked up, a deep blush developing on her cheeks as Henry talked about how proud he was. Biting down on her bottom lip, she looked down to her lap before shrugging. "It's nothing.. you deserve to be taken care of sometimes, too. It doesn't just have to be me that's getting the help, you know?" Payton explained quietly. She looked back up, a shy smile on her face even as she leaned forward to take her first bite of food.

"So I was going to start my project and once I finish it... we can do the hot tub?" Payton offered, wanting Henry to at least have some sort of idea about what she wanted to do today because she knew that if Henry didn't approve, it wouldn't get done. It was as simple as that.

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There was no hiding just how happy Charles was as he pulled away from her, his eyes locked on her shivering form. He watched her breath, his mouth watering at the sight of her chest rising and falling. Charles' hand wrapped around his cock and he started pumping it, ever so slowly as he watched her try to catch her breath. This wasn't going to end yet but he wondered if she would protest when he started to take his own orgasm. It had to be give and take, not just taketaketake. Charles wondered just how much she regretted coming to his cabin now if she regretted coming on this hike with him.

Charles stood, running his tongue over his bottom lip. "Spread your thighs, princess. I'm going to make you feel real good now," he moaned, running his thumb over the tip of his cock. "It's going to hurt at first but I promise that what you just felt is nothing compared to what you will feel," he explained as he lowered over her. "Do you want to taste me first, hm?"

Henry looked up from his food when Payton mentioned the hot tub, at first just nodding his head, but then he cleared his throat and audibly agreed. "Let me know when you're almost done, that way I can make sure it's warm for you." When the pair was done eating, Henry stood and gathered the plates, stopping Payton before she could even try to clean them. "Ah, ah," he shook his head, grabbing her plate from her hands. "You cooked, I clean." He smiled, before it faltered and he felt his heart sink. He used to say that to Jean all the time. Biting down on his lip, he moved to drop the dishes in the sink, turning the hot water on. "Get upstairs, that project isn't going to finish itself, is it?" He laughed, wanting Payton to know he wasn't seriously scolding her.

A couple of hours and four beers later, Henry looked up towards the stairs when he heard Payton call down that she was almost finished with her schoolwork. Rising to his feet, he crushed the empty beer can and headed outside to the back patio. The hot tub was completely blocked off by privacy fences, something Henry had made sure to install when they moved into the house, because he assumed him and his late wife would've been using the hot tub frequently... It was odd to think of how he wanted to use it with Payton now. Starting the jets, Henry stood back and crossed his arms, looking up at the sky that was beginning to darken. Letting a soft sigh leave his lips, he returned inside, closing the sliding door behind him.

About an hour later, he was following Payton out of the house, his eyes skimming down her body. Her bathing suit hugged her perfectly in all the right places. Stopping at the doors, Henry placed a hand on his forehead, remembering he forgot his beer. And then, the next thing he knew, he had a brilliant idea. "Hey, Payton, how does a glass of wine sound?"

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Zada looked up at Charles, still trying to catch her breath as he began to lean over her. She didn't like the sound of anything he was saying, wondering just how badly this would hurt. Her eyes roamed down his chest, farther south until she could see his hand pumping at his cock. He was big, or at least, she thought he was big. His was the only one she had ever seen in person, but it was enough to scare her. Biting down on her bottom lip, she slowly nodded her head, willing to agree to anything that would prolong what she knew was going to happen one way or another. That, and some part of her still did want to make Charles happy. "Y-Yes," she choked out.

Charles stepped back, giving Zada enough room to sit up on the bench. Sitting on the bench, she was at the perfect height to please him with her mouth. Charles was very tall, he towered over the girl. Resting her hands between her legs on the bench, Zada swallowed as she eyed his cock, nervous as she leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around his tip. Zada could taste his precum, how salty it was and she wanted to draw back immediately and beg him to let her stop, but she knew that probably wouldn't end well. She brought her hands up to his thighs, anchoring herself against him as she slid her mouth farther down his shaft, her tongue swirling down his length.

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