NovelAI Scenario: Idle Hands

Description

Two souls at hazard in the wilderness of colonial America, a father and a daughter struggling against temptation. Wouldst thou live deliciously?

Tags

archaic, corruption, father-daughter, fempov, historical, religious, daughter, father, incest, 1st person, first person

Prompt

God forgive me these impure, sinful thoughts which possess me. I have lived all my life with my father alone in all the world, and he with me, upon our humble farmstead. From my very birth I have brought grief and burden upon my father, as my mother and his beloved and devoted wife died in my delivery, leaving him a man alone to raise a crying babe in the isolation of the woodland and to tend to livestock and all the necessary things a farm requires besides. Beset, and burdened with wo as he was, I can only commend his noble and tender care of me, teaching me rightly in the ways of being of Godly temperament; being a stern and hardy man as necessary in such a place where no succor may be had but by oneself. But now, as I think back to those nights by the hearth where he would cradle me to his breast, I cannot but yearn to be held so closely again. And yet, I am no longer a child, as my father explained to me when my blood came in. Having grown into a woman's body, it is but natural that I should have womanly ambitions and longings. Though I had known stirrings, flashes of unusual warmth I knew not the cause of, my desires first fully blossomed into awareness in my mind when I beheld my father without his shirt, a sheen of sweat upon his masculine musculature as he toiled with incredible exertion to repair a horseshoe. I looked upon him, my body enthralled by his strong arms straining against the weight of the iron, muscles bulging, face reddened from arduous effort, his bared torso glistening wet as he wiped away the perspiration that trickled down the length of his broad back... My covetous gaze lingered, drawing over every inch of him, passion inflamed in my breast, transfixed in moments passing like aeons. 'Tis one thing to read the words upon biblical pages of temptation, and another to feel enraptured thus, an aching tempestuous urge to cast aside the pale I carried and bridge the gulf between us, and to simply lay my hand upon him, the devil whispering into my ear alone knowing where this licentious craving should direct itself after that. Only with great effort did I tame myself, averting my eyes and becoming busied with my chores about the farm, the crimson flush which had overtaken me evidence to my guilt and shame. At evening prayer, I submitted myself fervently before God Almighty, begging in silent confession to be steered away from this sinfulness. I did the same at the next morning, and at each succeeding night, yet still the Lord offered me no relief. With each passing day I succumbed more and more to this enveloping, voracious appetite within me. As I worked my daily duties, my mind conceived unbidden of ever more illicit excitations, imagining what it might be to press up close beside Father and take his form in mine; how sweetly I anticipated that embrace, finding it ever more difficult to do else than be lost in unchaste reverie. My mind, so possessed by these devilish flights of fantasy, bid me, as I wash in the nearby gently flowing brook, entirely naked as in Eden, to imagine that my father should come upon me in this state. My flesh trembles with the knowledge that I could scarcely be compelled to preserve my modesty, to refrain from entreating him with unrestrained ardor. That he should be so enticed by the sight of me, his own daughter, as I were of him,... [Click to expand]

God forgive me these impure, sinful thoughts which possess me. I have lived all my life with my father alone in all the world, and he with me, upon our humble farmstead. From my very birth I have brought grief and burden upon my father, as my mother and his beloved and devoted wife died in my delivery, leaving him a man alone to raise a crying babe in the isolation of the woodland and to tend to livestock and all the necessary things a farm requires besides. Beset, and burdened with wo as he was, I can only commend his noble and tender care of me, teaching me rightly in the ways of being of Godly temperament; being a stern and hardy man as necessary in such a place where no succor may be had but by oneself. But now, as I think back to those nights by the hearth where he would cradle me to his breast, I cannot but yearn to be held so closely again. And yet, I am no longer a child, as my father explained to me when my blood came in. Having grown into a woman's body, it is but natural that I should have womanly ambitions and longings.

Though I had known stirrings, flashes of unusual warmth I knew not the cause of, my desires first fully blossomed into awareness in my mind when I beheld my father without his shirt, a sheen of sweat upon his masculine musculature as he toiled with incredible exertion to repair a horseshoe. I looked upon him, my body enthralled by his strong arms straining against the weight of the iron, muscles bulging, face reddened from arduous effort, his bared torso glistening wet as he wiped away the perspiration that trickled down the length of his broad back... My covetous gaze lingered, drawing over every inch of him, passion inflamed in my breast, transfixed in moments passing like aeons. 'Tis one thing to read the words upon biblical pages of temptation, and another to feel enraptured thus, an aching tempestuous urge to cast aside the pale I carried and bridge the gulf between us, and to simply lay my hand upon him, the devil whispering into my ear alone knowing where this licentious craving should direct itself after that.

Only with great effort did I tame myself, averting my eyes and becoming busied with my chores about the farm, the crimson flush which had overtaken me evidence to my guilt and shame. At evening prayer, I submitted myself fervently before God Almighty, begging in silent confession to be steered away from this sinfulness. I did the same at the next morning, and at each succeeding night, yet still the Lord offered me no relief. With each passing day I succumbed more and more to this enveloping, voracious appetite within me. As I worked my daily duties, my mind conceived unbidden of ever more illicit excitations, imagining what it might be to press up close beside Father and take his form in mine; how sweetly I anticipated that embrace, finding it ever more difficult to do else than be lost in unchaste reverie. My mind, so possessed by these devilish flights of fantasy, bid me, as I wash in the nearby gently flowing brook, entirely naked as in Eden, to imagine that my father should come upon me in this state. My flesh trembles with the knowledge that I could scarcely be compelled to preserve my modesty, to refrain from entreating him with unrestrained ardor. That he should be so enticed by the sight of me, his own daughter, as I were of him,

Author Notes

[Inescapable, undeniable sexual and romantic tension. Intimate. Diary of a pubescent teen girl's inappropriate desire for her father. antiquated Sesquipedalian loquaciousness, flowery, elaborate language. Repression of sinful lust.]

Memory

[17th century. Thomasin and William are devout fundamentalist Christians living alone in a remote homestead in the New England colony. William is the teenage Thomasin's father. Thomasin is lusting after her father.] [I am all too aware that my girl's body has become a woman's with a woman's desires.]

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mother, grave, Katherine
My mother is dead. My mother died in childbirth. She is buried in a solitary grave at the edge of our property which my father often takes visits to offer prayer and gather his thoughts. My father has told me often that I am an identical likeness to her.

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mother, grave, Katherine