That reaction is better than he could hope for, and he laughs at the big mismatched eyes that stare up at him. His fingers drift down her neck and back while he smiles fondly.
"Exactly right, darling girl. When the ability to procreate is taken from the picture, and both parties are capable of giving informed consent, in my mind, the whole situation becomes perfectly harmless fun, just a new way to show you how terribly I adore you." Granted, there's that huge power gap between a father and daughter, especially when Richard is the father in question; a number of psychological issues which may arise; and that little detail that some people tend to take sex a bit more seriously than he does, for whatever reason, and tend to acquaint it with romance. But those are just side-issues. The philosophical ones are at least moderately covered.
"There are some mild differences, though, between this and kids playing with their step-siblings. That's a situation of peers, and most people would be less disturbed by that because there's no blood relation. However," he grins and straightens her hair out, stroking and smoothing it, "I am the sort of man who finds the idea of a blood relation intensely erotic, and the idea of step-siblings rather trashy. Because that's simply an act of convenience, and curiosity, or perhaps boredom; whereas in our case, physical acts between you and I are products of intense attraction, and the sincere ardor of a father for his little girl, and vice versa."
His fingers tickle gently along her scalp, petting her as though he were scratching a kitten behind the ears while he drifts into thought. A pair of philosophers once argued that incest is impossible, because there are no sexual roles within the family--so, psychologically speaking, the mind flips back and forth in such a case, not thinking of the blood relation as blood, but rather, as an attractive individual who is convenient and available. This is perhaps the case with hillbillies, but Richard, ever the neo-libertine, is a different case. He finds himself attracted as he is to her not just because she is a nubile young woman who is interested in him, but because she is his daughter. It is the defining aspect, not simply of their relationship, but of his carnal feelings toward her. His is a deliberate, insidious, irresponsible descent into the taboo, into stranger, much more beautiful new ground to guide his daughter through.
"I'm glad you have the sense not to worry about these things. But I wouldn't have expected you to get all wound up about it, anyway, you've always been a clever girl. You take after me that way." Richard shoots her a cheeky grin and pats her shoulder. "But you should know that if you have any concerns, or if you're ever worried about what goes on between you and I or the implications surrounding it--which you shouldn't be--then you can talk to me."
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Date: 2012-07-30 06:32 pm (UTC)"Exactly right, darling girl. When the ability to procreate is taken from the picture, and both parties are capable of giving informed consent, in my mind, the whole situation becomes perfectly harmless fun, just a new way to show you how terribly I adore you." Granted, there's that huge power gap between a father and daughter, especially when Richard is the father in question; a number of psychological issues which may arise; and that little detail that some people tend to take sex a bit more seriously than he does, for whatever reason, and tend to acquaint it with romance. But those are just side-issues. The philosophical ones are at least moderately covered.
"There are some mild differences, though, between this and kids playing with their step-siblings. That's a situation of peers, and most people would be less disturbed by that because there's no blood relation. However," he grins and straightens her hair out, stroking and smoothing it, "I am the sort of man who finds the idea of a blood relation intensely erotic, and the idea of step-siblings rather trashy. Because that's simply an act of convenience, and curiosity, or perhaps boredom; whereas in our case, physical acts between you and I are products of intense attraction, and the sincere ardor of a father for his little girl, and vice versa."
His fingers tickle gently along her scalp, petting her as though he were scratching a kitten behind the ears while he drifts into thought. A pair of philosophers once argued that incest is impossible, because there are no sexual roles within the family--so, psychologically speaking, the mind flips back and forth in such a case, not thinking of the blood relation as blood, but rather, as an attractive individual who is convenient and available. This is perhaps the case with hillbillies, but Richard, ever the neo-libertine, is a different case. He finds himself attracted as he is to her not just because she is a nubile young woman who is interested in him, but because she is his daughter. It is the defining aspect, not simply of their relationship, but of his carnal feelings toward her. His is a deliberate, insidious, irresponsible descent into the taboo, into stranger, much more beautiful new ground to guide his daughter through.
"I'm glad you have the sense not to worry about these things. But I wouldn't have expected you to get all wound up about it, anyway, you've always been a clever girl. You take after me that way." Richard shoots her a cheeky grin and pats her shoulder. "But you should know that if you have any concerns, or if you're ever worried about what goes on between you and I or the implications surrounding it--which you shouldn't be--then you can talk to me."