Feeling such terror, she was trying her best to not look him in the eyes and was trying her best to just nod at every word and avoid him, but soon she felt her father's hand pulling on her head, pulling her closer to his chest while speaking: "Brat, where are you paying attention? Here I am telling you about your mom, and instead of taking joy in it, you are just emotionlessly nodding like a spoiled brat!"
Hearing his words, she forced a smile while speaking: "Dad, yeah-yeah, I am hearing you. How lovely Mom was, this and that! But then if she was this good, then why didn't you ever talk about her before today? Because most of the time, you always act tired from your business, and most of the time, you are on business trips, and Elder Brother, he is a true creep; he never talks about such things, and he is the least sociable person I know, so why are you getting this emotional today?
Hearing her words, her father forced an apologetic smile and spoke in a heavy tone while avoiding her gaze: 'Well, it might be, because after that hag died, neither of us ever felt that place like home. 'No matter how hard we tried, it's just that we were never able to make that place our home, but something changed after you got mature. You started to look so much like her that I started to feel that she returned somehow, and this is the only reason why we started getting more cheerful with each other!"
Hearing his words, she was feeling that her terror was materializing right before her eyes, and she couldn't even avoid this thing because she could feel the warmth of raw emotions from her instead of just average cold emotionlessness, so she was feeling way too guilty about thinking such things about him.
So, feeling it unavoidable, she also thinks about playing along while expecting that things might not turn out if she plays her role correctly.
So she spoke with a cheerful and teasing tone: "Father, you are sounding like an old radio, just praising your woman in front of your kids and trying to act tough! You never praised me like this; you surely are weird, only praising your dead wife instead of giving some praise to such a charming daughter. You surely got old, Dad!"
Hearing her words, he broke into laughter and grabbed her head tighter to his chest and spoke: "Brat, I didn't know you still had some fight left in you!
I guess anyone in this family has the same energy as me, and who could even inherit such energy if not my lovely daughter!
Yeah, brat, sure. What do you want to know? Tell me. I am more like an open book. If you want to know about your memories of childhood, I can enlighten you. How you always had that thug type face and always competed with your mom that you were going to steal me from her!"
Hearing his father's words, her eyes turned wide as if someone had punched her in the guts, and her face was crimson as she asked, "Dad, what the fuck? I mean, how in the fucking world do you remember that? Even I don't remember ever saying that. Don't tell me you are making up stories to bully me!"
Hearing her words, he made a nasty face while speaking in a declarative tone: 'Yeah, brat, it is right; I remember it clearly because you kept nagging me the entire week to tell you whom I like more, your mom or you.' So I remember pretty clearly that I chose your mom, and then you kept weeping for the entire day while cursing me, so I am pretty sure that it was you only!"
Hearing his words, she realized that she shouldn't have asked for confirmation, so, feeling embarrassed, she quickly switched to the sleeping area while cursing him: "Dad, you are such a creep. Who does even remember such stupid things? There's no fucking way a decent father would even think about keeping such memories in his head!'
After saying it, she switched to the upper seat to sleep, and seeing her getting ready to sleep, he also sighed while giggling and spoke: 'Brat, today we would have to share the sleeping area or we won't be able to wake up tomorrow, so better not mess around!"
As he said these words, he also went upside down and lay beside her. Feeling such a sudden change, her face turned way too crimson, and her terror started manifesting right in front of her, so she took a breath and spoke: "Father, maybe we shouldn't lie beside each other because it becomes uncomfortable, so how about I switch to the leg area so that we can get proper spacing right?"
Hearing her words, she was hoping that her father could understand her condition because there was no way she could directly say that she had a terror that she might end up fucking her own father, so it was her only hope that could keep her sane.
And seeing her changing to the leg area, Father spoke with a sighing tone: "Well, whatever, kid. I know you are mature now, so you must be feeling disgusted about your old man, so don't worry and just lie wherever you want"
Hearing such words, she was wishing that she could clarify the tension among them, but such things were better off being left as a mystery. So while changing the side, to maintain the atmosphere, she spoke teasingly: "Yeah, then you should have focused more on getting cool instead of just chasing money."
Hearing her words, he pouted a bit while biting her feet and spoke in a teasing tone: "Brat, always remember coolness always declines with time but not money, so always worship me for earning money, because no matter where you are trapped, only money can save you!"
Hearing his words and feeling the pain from her bite, a scream came out of her mouth, but feeling the people on the nearby couch, she covered herself and pinched his leg while speaking: "Old man, stop it right now. If you keep acting like a young person, then you are going to reduce your years of life!"
Despite saying such words, she wasn't retracting her feet from his side, and the warmth of his lips around her feet was strangely arousing her more than anything she had ever experienced.
Feeling a strange kind of comfort in his arms and such closeness with him was making her breaths heavy by every moment!