Soon they left the home and went near the nearby station. Well, due to previous events, she was still in shock and was trying her best to act normal with her father, but deep down, she could only remember those moments with her father whenever she was seeing his face.
Remembering the steamy moments and then pretending that it can't ever happen, it might be her fatigue that was giving her such dreams, but still remembering such memories around her father, she was unable to think about anything straight about it.
After some time, they got on the train and started to check their seats and reservations. Soon they found their seat, and to their surprise, the train was so crowded that they were finding it hard to even properly stand, so they had to keep each other close to avoid the trouble of getting lost.
But the girl was feeling much more terrorized by the situation than by the crowd, like no matter how hard she was trying to not think about that dream of her with him, she always ended up doing it, and it was so much trouble for her that even holding hands with her father was causing a strange kind of tension in her body that every movement felt way too strangely exciting.
Finding it hard to believe that despite her many attempts of making distance from him, she was still getting attracted to him was more than enough for making her cheeks crimson.
Soon after getting to their seats, they got to know that due to waiting in their reservation, only one ticket was able to be confirmed while the other was occupied by some other person.
Finding it troublesome, the father sighed and spoke with an apologetic tone: 'Guess, brat, I should apologize to you for dragging you on such a boring trip. Guess I shouldn't be this miserly with money and would have reserved a better train, so I am really sorry about it, and now we will have to share the seat, ok?"
Hearing her father's apology, she was feeling somewhat sad, but deep down she was insanely terrified and frustrated because the moments when she should be away from her father many millions of miles away, she was going to share a seat with him.
Now only the thoughts that were crossing her mind were 'Now what?' first licking elder brother's cum and then having hardcore sex with younger brother, so now what, will I become this slutty that I would be sucking and riding my own father's treasure! No fuck, I can't let things happen; this time I will make sure to not repeat the mistakes, and even in a dream, that scenario activated when I compared myself to Mother, but if I don't compare myself with Mother, then that means the scenario won't ever happen!"
Thinking about saving her last bit of sanity, she was trying hard to escape the accursed fate.
But soon after sharing the seat, she started to feel the warmth of her father's body; despite it being evening and early night, she was burning to death with the warmth from her father's body. Every bit of her hormone was screaming to get close to this strange warmness; no matter how much water she drank or how much she tried to distract herself, the temptation kept on increasing.
Soon when she was feeling that she would be crushed under these temptations, she heard the voice of her father: "Kid, is everything alright? Today you are seeming much more annoyed than every day." I know this annoying, bitchy habit of always being frustrated was inherited by you from your mother, but at least try to be cheerful with your old man, ok?"
Hearing her father's gentle words, she was feeling terrible about it, because here her father was telling her to be cheerful while her inner hormones were only wishing for him to start unbuttoning her and treat her like a real woman and own her like a possession.
But still, despite such pressure, she forces a smile and speaks: "What, Father? Cummon, you know, I always get annoyed easily, and you don't have to blame yourself for it, but what do you mean by inheriting from Mom?"
Hearing her own words, she realized that unknowingly, she triggered that same plot that she was trying to avoid; the memories again rushed like a flood, and she felt just how dumb she could be!
But soon she hears her father's words that were quite sad yet pretty cheerful: 'Brat, I guess you mustn't remember your mother, right? But I can't blame you; you all were pretty young at that time. Only your creepy elder brother remembers her clearly, and he was always stingy about her.
Can you believe that brat in his childhood always gobbled up his mother from me while saying that he doesn't want his mom to have a beard like me, so he's going to protect her!
But his dumbness matured in a pretty horrific manner; when she died, we were unable to comprehend how this could ever happen to us. She had a major heart attack, but that fool, instead of going to the hospital, chose to take care of you all and died.
That bitch always makes my eyes watery; I just can't even think for a single moment without her, and your stupid brother wept to the point where he had a paralyzing breathing stroke. But that was the moment that creep stopped showing any interest in life and started to work like a robot, and despite countless tries, I couldn't fill that gap of your mother!"
Hearing such words, she felt something much warmer than her temptations, something that was deeper than mere lust; she was now seeing a lonely man who was still trying to forget about his wife and her brother who was still trying to look after his mother's memory.
But as she was thinking about these warm feelings, the memories started to connect in a horrifying yet terrifying manner, in a "what if": 'Her father also finds her, as an image of her mother and what if he also finds that way of closer with her, like how her brother started to feel that closer in that feeling!'