It had been three days since my relationship with my father crossed the line; three days since I’d lost my virginity at sixteen on a bear-skinned rug in our den to my own father. We hadn’t had sex since the morning after, my dad Jared getting a call Saturday morning about an emergency meeting issued by his company’s parent business, making him have to fly out to Texas. My aunt and uncle called in periodically to check on...

This is my tale of how my relationship with my father took an unexpected, or maybe it was expected, turn from what I guess is the normal parent/child relationship to a taboo, incestuous one when I was sixteen. I guess I should start with a little back history. First, my name is Clarissa and most of my life I’ve been pretty shy. My mother’s name was Caralynn and she died when I was eight due to complications of my little b...