Nothing was quite the same after Mom left. Still, you didn't blame her, not really. She had always been a free spirit, ever since you'd known her, you could only keep someone like that caged up so long. She'd stayed long enough to watch the daughter you'd made together flower into a beautiful young woman, then left you both in each other's care. Said eighteen year old daughter was a little less forgiving about the situation, declaring often that it was not right for her to have abandoned you. Yet, there was an air of understanding and appreciation of increased freedom in her complaints. During her early teenage years your home had been host to an endless cycle of conflicts between the two women you loved most. Now you and your daughter were closer than ever, joined by a shared absence and slowly working out how to stretch out your limbs and fill that void.
It was possible you were now TOO comfortable together, you and your only child. Equals in slovenly comfort and insular relaxation. Working from home as a writer meant you rarely had reason to get dressed up or leave your quiet, little farmhouse. A state of affairs that suited you fine and seemed an inherited quality. She would walk in from school on a summer afternoon and quite promptly drop all her smart uniform in the floor in a pile, stretching out the day's aches perfectly comfortably in just her bra and panties. Then she would meander around looking for snacks or entertainment before possibly finally finding a baggy t shirt to throw over herself. It was hard NOT to admire the slanting angles of her long legs as she lounged in some chair in the sun. Seemingly unaware of what a vision she produced just reading a book, half dressed and in complete comfort. She was so much like her mother in that way, blind to the constricting fear of others' judgement.
When you emerged from your study she would greet you with a beaming smile straight out of her childhood, daddy's princess since birth. She would stand up and demand a hug, asking how the words were flowing today. More often than not in fact she would choose to share your workspace with you. Sitting quietly and pursuing her own interests, yet always maintaining that bond of presence between you. If stuck for inspiration you could admire her at any moment, one brow raised below her short, dark, tomboy-cut hair.
Weeks went by, then months, since the third pillar of your family left, leaving the remaining two leaning inwards. Your daughter was spending more and more time at home, rarely going out with friends. You tried a few times to gently push her into socialising, but being someone more happy at home than out yourself it always felt a bit hypocritical. Besides she seemed happy enough, working through the situation in her own way and to be honest it was nice to have the company. Single life after so many years of intimate connection was... trying at times. You just couldn't bare the thought of going out to meet someone new.
You were musing over these things in the shower one day when you heard the door clatter open. Remembering to lock it was a habit never picked up in this household. "Oh, sorry Dad!" was the chirpy follow up, though there was no sudden sound of the door being re-closed. Instead the patter of footsteps came further in, followed by the distinct noise of the toilet lid being raised. Now, your bathroom was not the largest or most lavish of spaces. The shower/bath separated from the other facilities only by a thin and translucent plastic curtain. The condensation on this made any clear view impossible, but vague shapes and colours were certainly visible. And below this, where the steam did not reach, you could quite clearly make out a pair of bare feet, panties hooked between them, twisting together in a sort of awkward dance.
"Honey?" You enquire, now acutely aware of your own nakedness and her shifting blur not a foot away. "Couldn't you have waited till I'm done? Or used the other bathroom?"
"I was desperate though Dad, sorry." You hear the telltale tinkle of liquid hitting liquid. "Besides, it's not like you haven't heard me pee before. You always mention you had to sing to me when i was on the potty, usually at the most embarrassing times you can..."
It was true, you had used that story as one of those little moments of vindictive parenting one is allowed in revenge for all the other unfair advantages a child has over their parent in the battles of love. It would seem she had come to recoup those losses, though why now you could not guess. You heard her finish up and move to the wash basin before talking again.
"Anyway I don't see why you should be embarrassed by it. You and Mom shared a bathroom for years! 'Family shouldn't feel the need to hide from family.' That was one of the few things I agreed with her on! So..."
Suddenly a face appeared between the shower curtains, resplendent with a cheeky grin. "Move over and make room for me!" You were so stunned by her giggling confidence that there was no time to argue as the girl clambered in beside you, naked as the day you watched her enter this world. The water poured down around you both, rivuletting between her budding breasts. She had not quite yet filled out into the curves that would clearly mark her sleek womanhood, but the thin, angular form she held was perfect in itself. You tried your best to avert your eyes and hide your shame... but there was no denying the pull of her beauty. She laughed high and clear at your attempts to cover your crotch with a hand towel.
"Oh Dad, don't be like that! I've seen it all before. The internet exists you know... and it's not just boys that look at porn. Here, I'll turn around if that makes you feel better."
She did, but it didn't really. Now you were just presented with her round little ass, given a rosy glow by the hot water washing over it. Still, you were aware enough to notice a heavy slump that came over her shoulders in that moment. As if a weight had been sitting there, held off by sheer will until she'd led herself into this moment of exposure.
"Can you... can you wash my hair for me Dad? Like you did when I was little?" The laughter fell out of her voice into a soft, wistful sadness. A true voice, washed free of all pretences.
Again caught off guard, you paused, but then moved to comply. Pooling some shampoo in your hands, then gently swirling it into her scalp. You could feel her begin to relax even from the first touch of your fingers, awash with the tenderness of nostalgia.
"I still... miss her. You know... despite how angry she makes me... I miss what we used to be..." She shuffled back a little, into your arms, yet the strength began to build back up again behind her words. "But she's gone. We need to accept that, and move on. She left us both and we need to fill in the gaps for each other where she's missing."
Your magnificent daughter now turned around to look up at you and pulled her body into your's with a tight embrace. "I've never said thank you, Dad, for staying close to me... even when you were left behind to pick up the pieces... I'm going to make sure that never happens again! To either of us, okay?"
She didn't wait for an answer. It was a statement instead. The girl gave you one more squeeze then stepped back out through the curtain. Leaving you alone once more, with just the sound of water pouring away.
Chapter 2
It was a few days later than that strange encounter. Little had changed except your daughter had now taken to leaving the door completely open when she showered, as if enforcing the notion that you both had nothing to hide from each other. You tried your best to just accept that this was a phase of her working through the troubles, and just tried not to be trapped on the landing when she stepped out dripping. It always seemed to happen though, more than coincidence would allow. Seeing her like that just brought back flashes of the feel of her body against yours as the water poured over you. The softest of her skin in that naked embrace. You had to hurry away, shaking the words 'it's not just boys that look at porn' out of your head.
She still stayed mostly clothed, most of the time though. In the sticky, early summer heat you could hardly blame her for existing mainly in panties or short shorts. Her school uniform was still ditched unceremoniously every afternoon, although now it was often accompanied by an apparently 'uncomfortably sweaty' bra. At first you believed this was replaced with a new one, but any stray glance at the shapes her loose t shirts now cut across her perky chest told otherwise. She lounged and you wrote, often late into the evenings, ordering takeout when time had slipped away too quick to cook. One evening she demanded you watch a movie with her, a long held tradition you'd let go slack of late. She selected some sci-fi masterpiece you'd both seen a thousand times before and dragged you to the sofa, where she had constructed an elaborate nest of cushions.
Lying across this was just about the most comfy thing possible, though the reduced room meant the pair of you had to slot into each other to stay stable. Still, snuggling up during the movie was part of the nature of the tradition and you could wrap an arm around your daughter's stomach without having to think too hard about her bralessness above. A little way into the movie, however, another problem arose. The girl had lain before you in the natural pattern your bodies meshed together with, which meant her prim little bottom was resting against your crotch. Now, thankfully today she was at least wearing shorts, but you yourself had been lazily dwelling in a just dressing gown and boxers all day. Boxers which were now becoming distinctly tighter within their enclosed space.
This was propagated by the fact that the girl was clearly having trouble getting comfortable. She kept shuffling around absent-mindedly, causing random bouts of friction between your two bodies. You could only hope she was too engrossed in the movie to notice the effect this was having on you. It certainly seemed to be the case because, if anything, she seemed to be bringing herself closer to you, squeezing your already swelling bulge into a tighter crevice. Her ass just kept wriggling from side to side, playing havoc with your boxers until... the nightmare grew worse. Your now full blown erection slipped out through the opening at the front of your shorts, the button having clearly popped open in all the movement. In panic you felt that hot, sensitive flesh resting against the soft silk of her shorts and, at the tip, even the skin of her back.
Everything froze, both you and her. By some miracle coincidence she had finally found a position of comfort just as you slipped free. For a minute or more you didn't dare move a muscle, petrified by the feel of cool air and the slight fur of her back against your second head. Then, almost imperceptibly slowly, you attempted to free an arm to fix this awful situation. Except... you were foiled! With a quick movement she grabbed your arm into her own and pulled your embrace tighter. Twisting her neck back, your daughter flashed a smile full of innocence and continued to wrap your arm around her like a errant duvet. Clearly your little princess had no idea of the terrible conundrum you were facing down below and was just trying to enjoy movie night with her father. She had even pulled your hand to one of her breasts, so safe and unaware must she feel toward your dirty, unsuitable thoughts. So you had no choice. You just had to try and relax. Get through the last half of the movie without thinking of the burning shaft trapped between you, or the squidgy lump of her right breast, cupped involuntarily by your hand.
The next half hour was one of the most torturous in all your life. For a while your daughter seemed content in the stillness and you could focus on the movie. However, almost the instant you felt that danger had passed, your errant cock beginning to soften, she began moving again. This wasn't the occasional shuffling of before either. This was a full blown writhe, that rippled through her young body. You were forced to clench your hands and teeth and simply hold on for dear life as she wriggled against you like an eel. You were squeezing her breast and heard her gasp with it, but couldn't even begin to focus on that now. The rolling pressure of her silky shorts against your poor penis was driving you insane with dark and frustrated desires. Compounded by the age it had been since you'd last made love to anyone, this otherwise innocuous position was sending you hurtling toward a cliff edge you absolutely had to avoid. Still she wriggled though, her round little ass rubbing up and down and side to side against you. Until finally, in the booming climax of the film's final battle, you lost your own. Gritting your teeth to hold back a groan you felt dams burst as you shot streaks of cum up her back. The elation and relief that it brought overcoming even the grim horror of the situation. Surely now, with trails of sticky semen dripping down inside her t-shirt, she would realise what an awful creature her father was...
Only, she didn't. The wriggling stopped after that moment, further cementing your fears. But the last few moments of the film played out in dizzying calm. You managed to find a moment to tuck yourself away, as if the evidence wasn't already spread beyond that. Then the credits rolled and she got up and wished you goodnight, heading up to brush her teeth before bed. Leaving you to a room of flickering darkness and sad music, unable to quite fathom what had occurred.
Chapter 3
You spent the next few days on tenterhooks, desperately trying to avoid getting into any more compromising situations with your daughter and terrified she was going to bring up the mess she must have had to wash up. But no mention was made... had she really not noticed? Not understood? It was a relief, but not entirely a welcome one. Still, you could not get the memory of her nubile body pressed up against yours out of your head. And every time you looked she seemed to be exhibiting herself to reiterate that. From showering with the door open to yoga exercises in her panties. She was everywhere: bending over, stretching, skipping and sighing. She suggested several more movie nights almost immediately, but you made feeble excuses and hid yourself away.
All that pressure built up however... you needed some release. One evening when she had been particularly scandalous, walking round topless all afternoon, you found a moment to yourself while she was listening to music in her room. You had to masturbate. You wouldn't make it through the evening otherwise. Shutting your bedroom door and sitting on the edge of your bed, you barely had to close your eyes before you were back in that room, with her wriggling round in your grasp like a caught eel. You imagined her oblivious to your every action, spellbound by the flickering television as your hands roamed her body. Grasping her large tits with both hands as you ground yourself into her shorts. Slipping your fingers down the front of that tight fabric so the could creep down to the tight wetness inside. Feeling her buck and gasp back into you as you set her own pleasures alight. Then pulling that gusset aside to let you slide into her, filling your girl with the meat that made her...
You were getting close... closer and closer... when something made you open your eyes. Drifting back from those dark fantasies in a haze. The door was open. The door was open and she was there. Right opposite you. Perched on the corner of your dresser and just... watching. You re-entered the real world with a start and quickly tried to grab something, anything, to cover you.
Again came that pealing laughter you knew so well. "Don't panic Dad... I've already seen everything I'm likely to see. You really should shut your door properly..."
You managed to get hold of a cushion and drag it over. You were sure you had closed the door... but then you had been in such a hurry. Oh how could you be so stupid!
Her voice was full of confidence and reassurance, though perhaps there was a slight quiver of something else about it too. "I said don't worry, it's all perfectly natural. What do you think I was doing next door before I came out and spotted you?"
Another image you didn't need flitted across your subconscious, sickeningly tantalising in its proximity.
"It's all part of what I was saying the other day, about family being honest to each other. You do it. I do it. Everybody does it. Why should we be so ashamed about it?" She smiled a cheeky smile, all teeth and openness.
"It's obvious you've been all pent up since Mom left, no wonder you need to get it out somehow. Just another mess she's left us to deal with. So I want you to know you don't have to hide from me. If you need to... y'know... get it all out, just do it wherever. I don't mind at all..." The slight shyness she still held about saying the word helped you a little, this was still your little girl... she was just worried about your health, that's all. Her voice retained that cheeky commanding tone though, so reminiscent of her mother.
"In fact. I think you should finish off, right here and now. While I do the same over here. That way neither of us will have any reason to be shy or scared about it. We were only one wall away anyway, so what's the difference really?"
You could see her logic, though it certainly wasn't in line with the way society might look upon this. Just another sign of that base detachment from such squeamishness that defined these women you loved. You still felt the need to argue though, could you really do this? Play with yourself while watching your only child do the same? You felt sick with both want and refusal. The words caught in your throat, you felt your erection fizzle away in doubt until...
She started. Dropping down to the floor momentarily to free one leg from her panties then climbing back onto the dresser, that thin cotton now hanging from one knee. Her pink slit was revealed, topped by a neat triangle of trimmed hair. She reached one hand down and began circling it, pale, thin fingers distinct against darker flesh. She stared right at you for a moment, before some left over embarrassment of her own took old, prompting her to scan the ceiling and close her eyes. This was happening, whether you wanted it to or not. You couldn't leave her alone in it, watching the show like some perverse theatre. That would surely be worse?
Your erection certainly had no issue returning. Observing the tender circles she played on herself. The shorter breaths that began to pass her lips. The rise and fall of her chest and tightening of her gut as waves of feeling washed up her spine. It all lasted moments or hours before you found yourself at the point of climax once more, spurting white goop all over your hands and stomach. She chuckled at this and handed you several of your own tissues, placed within reach but forgotten in the moment. Then she offered to take the mess to a bin, tidying up after you as if you had done nothing more than spill a drink. Watching her go, panties still bunched round only one leg was an exercise in pure, confused misery. What had you possibly done to deserve such horrendous marvel?
Chapter 4
The next week was one of strange and gradual adjustment. You came home from the shop the next day to find the girl sat in the lounge, watching porn on her laptop and knuckle deep in herself. You hurried past to the kitchen and stayed there, praying she'd be done before you had dinner ready. But the next day she was at it again, and again. In the shower, in her room, laid out on the soft lawn out back, thankfully hidden from prying eyes by tall hedges. You never knew young ladies were so prone to carnal need. Teenage boys sure... but you'd always imagined girls were stronger willed than that. By Thursday it no longer even registered as out of place to you. You would ask how her day was or what homework she had left to do, all while her fingers worked away down below. When you walked into the lounge and were faced with a flickering vintage montage of blonde and pigtailed girl-scouts being rolled over by moustached men... well you shrugged and sat down next to her. Your knees interlocking as each one of you spread out and gave in to base pleasures. A sly smile creeping across your darling child's lips.When movie night was next suggested you were not particularly surprised to find out it was a more erotic slice of entertainment than last time. Though still a film with actual plot rather than simply grunting plumbers and squealing housewives. Your daughter was clearly making the most of her new found levels of freedom, but you couldn't say it wasn't doing you both good. You felt much more relaxed about what happened last time, it was, as she said, most likely just down to how pent up you'd been. As for her, you'd noticed a whole new level of colour in her cheeks and spring in her step. She was happy, where before she had not been, at least not really. Only now could you see it. At last the shadow of her mother's absence was beginning to lift. If all it took was a little more freedom from social taboos around the house to achieve that, well it was certainly worth it in your mind. So you agreed, contentedly ordering pizza and laying out on her carefully prepared fort of cushions.
The pair of you laughed and ate, cuddled up as before and more relaxed in each other's presence than ever before. Then the food ran out and the movie began to get a bit more racy and you found yourself pinned back once more between the sofa cushions and your daughter's wriggling bottom. Your cock arose once more as if to demand its own space in the equation, but you simply ignored its single minded insistence. That is, until your daughter's whisper trailed back: "Hmmm, Dad? You're poking me in the back a bit.. Could you just..." Suddenly you felt a large, cool hand reaching down between the two of you, searching for the source of her discomfort. With an intake of breath you knew she'd found it and had precisely no time to complain as she popped your shorts open and grasped it firmly. Then, in one smooth movement, she shuffled herself up and back some more, opening her thighs to feed your shaft through.
"There, that's much better!" She murmured contentedly, turning her interest back to the characters on screen. Leaving you stranded without chance of complaint; your hot, throbbing self trapped between two walls of cool, pink flesh. Rushing back came the nervousness, the heart-clenching desire. You tightened your embrace of her and held on for dear life, all-the-while your mind being consumed by the soft pinch of those milky thighs. Above, you could feel her panties, warmer and... possibly even a little damp... Your hooked shaft curled up with them, following the contours of her out to the other side where the head breathed fresh air, wanting nothing more than to be pulled back through. That was all you wanted, all you burned for... to pull back and push forward. To feel that cleft of skin and muscle catch and release you like the gates of heaven. You couldn't. You shouldn't. It would be taking advantage of your sweet girl who just wanted some comfort in ways she wouldn't even consider.
And you didn't even need to... Her ass began moving on its own once more. Shuffling forward and back. Twisting left and right. It sent shivers up your spine, tightening and loosening the grip of her legs. Sliding your length up and down the varying textures of her panties. Every flex of her long legs was telegraphed to you, every twist of a foot. You stopped watching the inconsequential lovers on screen and were buried in the mixed feelings of this moment. Your hands had locked to her breasts as if automatically and you could not stop them now, kneading and squeezing in time with her shifting hips down below. You heard her breath begin to catch and knew that she too had lost focus on the film, but could not stop your own pelvis beginning to move. Pushing back against every buck of her you felt the gap tighten as she entwined her ankles together, forcing you up, up into that cotton-covered cleft between her legs. Pistoning harder and faster now, almost to the point where it could be considered you were fucking your daughter's thighs. You lost all sense of rhyme and reason in the world. Until at last, with shuddering relief, you came. Spraying silver trails across her inner thighs and out into the room beyond. Then you both lay there gasping, still locked together deflating until the film finally ended, some 10 minutes later.
There were no credits, so you were simply left wallowing in darkness, your daughter's head resting upon your chest, her hair tickling you under the chin slightly. "Dad..." She mumbled sleepily. "If you're going to cum like that you really ought to warn me... you've made an awful mess again..." She yawned, loudly and happily. "Oh well, I'm sure we'll figure something out..." Then she dozed, fitfully, on top of you, until the night's chill persuaded you to carry her up to her bed.
Chapter 5
The day after was a Saturday and you spent the whole of it in a daze. Your daughter, by comparison, was incredibly chipper. Rushing round the house doing chores she never would have volunteered for before. She even wore a full set of clothes, for a change, skinny jeans and a loose blouse, though clearly with a push up bra. What she had for cleavage was presented for you every time she bustled over to dote on you or offer you a sandwich. And dote she did, treating you like an invalid with a headcold rather than the wretched man who had used her thighs like goalposts last night. Come late in the afternoon you were sat in the lounge watching nothing very much on tv and trying not to stare at some freshly scrubbed patches on the carpet. That had clearly been the first job she'd taken to this morning, cleaning up your leavings like it was a fully expected chore.
When she had run out of jobs to do she came over to join you. Flicking the tv immediately over to a porn channel, she simply sat and watched. Absorbing the erotic material without resorting to playing with herself, as if watching strangers invade each other was entertainment in itself, the wet slap of their meetings a music to her ears. You yourself simply stared blankly at the screen, feeling your cock harden once more, for all its sins. You were still wearing yesterday's boxers. You felt dirty and worthless and empty. After about 15 minutes and a scene change you felt an arm reaching out across you. Your daughter had shuffled closer on the sofa, but had pulled out a book, offering you no particular interest whatsoever. Except... for that one hand. Which quite calmly reached over, opened up your boxers and took hold of your penis. She did it like it was nothing. Like the meat in her hand was part of her own body. Like such was an average part of any Saturday afternoon. She began stroking you up and down, curling her fingers and thumb around you while she continued to read. Her large, cool hand both soothing and arousing you as it took to its work absentmindedly. You sat frozen, weighed down by the intensity of how dull and normal the atmosphere of this day felt, despite the rising waves of pleasure spreading up you. It was a crashing battle of senses and sensibilities. This couldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening. But at the same time there seemed no reason for it to stop, no police descending from the rafters, no heavenly outrage. Your daughter didn't act like you were leading her down some depraved fantasy into darkness and mental illness. She simply moved her hand up and down while focussing on other things. A girl comforting her father when he seemed out of sorts.
Still, the waves of it kept building up. Paralyzed or not you felt the rise of your climax approaching, the unskilled work of her palm good enough to get the job done. Glancing over she could clearly tell what was coming. "Oh, are you going to cum Dad? Let's not make a mess like yesterday. I had no idea how hard it was to get spunk out of the carpet." She chuckled, putting down her book but continuing to slide her other hand up and down, a steady pace, never ceasing. She slid off the sofa onto her knees and shuffled round in front of you, in between your legs. Still working away at masturbating you she now aimed such at herself, looking up at you with soft eyes and a warm smile. "Here, pour it onto me. I was going to have a shower in a minute anyway... saves us going to find some tissues."
You wanted to complain. Wanted to scream: 'No! You weren't going to use your own daughter as a cum rag!'. But it was all coming too fast. Everything was changing so fast. Had you already missed the point where you could speak up? With a heaving groan you came, spurting one, two, three, four trails of slimy gunk at the waiting face before you. Most landed across her breast bone, the open top of her blouse inviting it to slide down between her cleavage in a little puddle. One line streaked up across her face though, reaching from her lips to her fringe. She laughed as it forced her to close one eye, a silver bead caught in her lashes.
"See now isn't that better? You've been grumpy all day... but I bet you feel a hundred times more relaxed now, no?"
It was true. As shaming as it was... your shoulders felt lighter and head felt clearer than it had all day. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from you just at the very moment you ejaculated on her. It was a feeling of euphoric nonchalance. A giant 'fuck it' to all the troubles of the world.
"You need to stop panicking so much about every little thing. Over the past week I've felt so much happier than ever before. It's because we're closer than we've ever been Dad, we're helping each other out where we need it most. I don't mind getting a bit sticky once in awhile if it means helping the man who's looked after me all these years. It saves the carpet at least..." She laughed and licked a drop of semen from her lips experimentally. "In fact, maybe next time you should just cum in my mouth... It doesn't taste that bad... just a bit salty. I'm sure I could gulp down a mouthful or two, the porn stars almost seem to live off the stuff!"
You gulped at the thought. She was already considering a 'next time'. Talking openly about swallowing your semen without a care for connotations. Wasn't this wrong? Wasn't this incest?! I mean, it wasn't like you were having sex with her. You weren't forcing her to do anything at all. She was just... helping. Cheering you up. Cleaning your messes. But still, as a father shouldn't you step up here and place some boundaries? Make sure you weren't taking advantage? The words just wouldn't come. Not while she idly dipped a finger between her breasts, hunted down another droplet of her potential siblings, and sucked at it thoughtfully. She laughed again. "Come on then mopey! Come jump in the shower with me and help me clean up."
Chapter 6
Once again you were encased with your daughter in a womb of hot water. Seeing it flow over her naked form was like travelling back in time, to moments spent watching her mother jump in and out of waterfalls. Yet, there was also a sense of something better here. Your wife had danced naked in the spray purely for her own love of the sensation. Your daughter seemed almost to direct her every movement at you, as if each curve of her form was a gift she offered your eyes. Here, cut off from the outside world by that wall of water, you finally felt safe to truly appreciate her beauty. From pointing nipples on large, soft breasts to slender hips just beginning to fill out into those of a woman, she was perfect. A flower caught just at the moment it was opening to the world.
She rinsed the remaining semen out from between her tits and flashed you a dazzling smile. "There now. Much easier to clean up. I think you should use me whenever you feel the need to shoot a load out Dad... It'll save us a fortune on tissues at least." Her giggle was cheeky but proud, that of one first learning the joy of dirty thoughts and lewd words. "Whenever you like, you don't even have to ask. Just whip it out and spray all over me!" She came close to you, reaching out a hand to just idly lay a fingertip or two upon your cock. "And if you ever need some help... I'd be more than happy to. It's probably about time I got some practice with one of these... you know... for educational purposes... Wouldn't you much rather I was safe with you than playing around with the idiot boys in my classes?"
Still, words failed you. As if assenting to her calmly laid out logic would damn you to it, yet refusal might break the spell of this miracle. You helped her wash, running a sponge diligently along every crease and crevice she instructed you to. You let her do the same for you, basking in the extended period she spent chasing foam around your genitals, closing your eyes and letting the sensations take over. Then you both got out. Wrapped each other in fluffy towels and retired to your own rooms. Each shut apart by one thin wall as the evening slipped away to night.
You couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning at the thought of what had happened today. At the thought of her lying not 10 feet away. By some ungodly hour of the morning you were half-crazed with horniness. You just had to see her. Had to confirm such a creature was truly your daughter, not a dream you'd lived in all these years. The door to her room was ajar, as if left that way just to invite this visit. Yet she was asleep. Sprawled out upon her bed with covers kicked askew, her pyjamas ruffled up to reveal a bare stomach... and a hand still trapped down their waistband. You tiptoed closer, till you could see the rise and fall of her chest, hear the quiet hiss of her breaths. In the silver moonlight she was a picture, an artwork, a frozen image of erotic perfection. Pornographic publications would have paid a fortune just to stand where you did now, to steal this softcore scene and sell it to the baying masses.
Look, that was all you had meant to do... but now you found a quivering hand reaching out to lift her top, bunching it up to reveal her chest. Your other reached down to find your body's greatest source of discomfort. You drew the traitorous thing out and began stroking it as you watched her. She moved a little in her sleep, but did not wake. Turning more onto her back her pink lips drifted open a little more, murmuring something unintelligible. Something that could almost have been "Daddy..." if you dreamt at it hard enough. Were you really going to do this? Take up the offer she surely should not have given. Use your closest human connection as nothing more than a dump for your liquid perversions? It seemed too late to stop now, the rising waves of pleasure growing within your clenching fist as her beauty and innocence were laid out before you. It didn't take long. Within scant minutes you were at the point of no return, aiming directly at those plump little lips. You shot yourself across her bow once more, white trails flashing in the moonlight. Still she did not wake, even as the creamy liquid splashed down and instantly began to cool upon her cheek. You tucked yourself away and fled back to bed, sleeping more soundly than you had in months.
Chapter 7
You were eating breakfast when she came down next morning, idly picking at some of the dried substance still streaked upon her face. She yawned and poured herself some cereal, settling down opposite you to munch away. "You took me up on my offer sooner than I thought you would. Not that I'm complaining... ooh it was a funny, fuzzy feeling waking up to find my face all crusty! I wish you'd got more on me than on my pillow though Dad, that'll need to go in the laundry."
You mumbled an apology through your toast, but she waved it away. "It's okay, it must've been hard to aim in the dark... Maybe go for my tits or belly next time? Or! I wonder if you could just pop it in my mouth while I'm snoring?! Would I choke? We'll have to test it while I'm awake!"
The almost scientific enthusiasm she was putting into these considerations was terrifying. Why was she so excited by this? Was she truly just trying to put on a brave face for her twisted monster of a father? Even in this moment she was idly reaching out one of her long, slender legs to caress you under the table.
She didn't clean up all day, lounging around in her pejays wearing your cum like a badge of honour. It was creepily endearing just how happy she was that you'd used her in such a fashion. As if that night time invasion of her private sanctum was a moment of achievement she'd been aiming at for years. A graduation on her path to womanhood. Throughout the entire day she would pop up every hour or so to pester you: 'Did you need to get any more out?' 'How about now?' 'Would you like to masturbate with her during lunch?' 'Could she just see what you taste like? Just for a second?' It was all very wearying, breaking down your resistance by the pure fact that, deep down, you didn't want to resist at all.
Come the evening you were exhausted, simply from trying to play out a sunday in normality. You collapsed into a lounge bathed in red twilight and turned the news on. Like a circling shark she appeared, as if sensing her moment was here, your defenses were drooping. She stalked over to lie on the sofa next to you, her head on your lap. You made no acknowledgement of her presence. So she didn't even ask for approval. Light fingers simply began to play over the fly of your jeans, tiptoeing round the moment they plucked it open. Once your manhood was free it became a plaything, a source of endless fascination and experimentation. Fingertips traced its length, crept down to its balls, entwined gently squeezing nets up and down it. A wet tongue finally found its moment. Delicately reaching out to the tip, then following those fingers guidance, slipping up and down and around. You simply sat there and tried not to feel like an Egyptian pharaoh or mafia drug lord. Sat upon a throne so corrupt and unquestionable that your own child would dedicate herself solely to the exploration of ways to pleasure you.
And pleasure you she did. You tried to focus on the usual cavalcade of tragedies and comedic fallacies the anchor lady unveiled, but were lost in a world beyond their coverage. Your daughter played you like her first recorder, finding the notes that stuck by running through an avalanche of curiosity. She licked at you, lapped at you, tickled you, tapped on you. She set her lips astride you and gently nibbled. She sucked at the head as hard as she could, then blew bubbles of saliva and precum along your shaft. She took you in her cheeks and held you there, storing you in those wet, warm chambers like a chipmunk. She kissed your balls and sucked on them, giggling as the hairs tickled the roof of her mouth and the weight of your cock fell against her face.
All the while and through one tantalising, sensual experience after another you came to realise one true over-arching fact: She loved this. She was happier than you'd seen her in years, even before her mother left. She looked only as she once had on shining christmas mornings, when a new toy had been unwrapped and it was obvious this one would be her favourite for untold years to come. She tried swallowing you deeper. Orientating her mouth so that she could gulp you down into the back of her throat. You felt the tip of you reach that tighter passage... but be rejected. Spluttered back up as she gagged and choked. You glanced down in concern, but your determined child didn't even turn away from her task for a second. She drove her head back down, forcing your length just a little further in before once again jerking back up in a fit of drooling coughs. You tried to reach out a hand to stroke her hair, to console her. But she was already drawing another great breath and descending once more. You tangled your fingers in her soft hair and tried to indicate that this was not necessary, but you already knew how stubborn she could be. A lighter hand reached up and enlaced itself on top of your own, applying insistent downward pressure. She wanted you to force her down onto you, to utilise her own father's strength to bypass her body's natural reflexes. You were worried you might hurt her, worried you might suffocate her. Yet at the same time the pulsating feeling of her throat struggling to hold you was intense and incredible. That little hand continued insisting: deeper. Deeper! It was an order you couldn't refuse.You pushed... and slid in. Just for a second, down past her tonsils into the depths of her. She jerked back and you released her, letting her grunt and gasp as great drips of saliva swung from her chin. She caught you with watering eyes, tears joining the other fluids leaking from her face. Yet those eyes were determined and elated. "I almost had it there! God this is harder than the pornstars make it look. Give me a few seconds and we'll try again." She panted like a dog that had spent all afternoon running, that tongue that had been so good to you lolling free.
"You don't have to do this... any of this..." It was your own voice, but it sounded distant. Unconvincing even to you.
"I want to! I want to learn how to do it properly and make you feel as good as you possibly can! What's the point in all this if I can't be what you need me to be? You've given me everything Dad, the least I can do is learn to give you a proper blowjob! Now this time don't let me come back up straight away... hold me down some more."
With that she dove straight back to it, driving herself onto you to the point she'd reached before just by force of will. With no chance to renegotiate you did as you were asked, holding her there by the back of her skull. Yet, with horror, you realised your own body was making further decisions of its own. Your hips began to push up against her, answering her downward efforts with upward thrust. Perhaps another inch was gained before you felt her squirm and pull back. There were no words this time. Just gasping breaths then another tug on your hand. Down again she went and again your hips answered. Her lips were almost at you hilt now, trembling as they surrounded you. She pulled back, but not all the way this time, then threw forward once more, drew back, and threw forward. Your hips echoed, your mind wailed, your cock throbbed from within her... And you were now truly fucking her sweet face. Everything else faded to black behind the sheer, tight desire of it. In and out, in and out. Every three or four pumps you'd let her come up for air. Always to slam her back onto you. Not that she ever missed her cue, opening wide and guzzling you in, never letting teeth or doubt enter the equation. She was incredible. A welcoming mouth like no other, her tongue lashing around each heaving entrance to its domain. You felt blood rush to your head, muscles tense in your chest, then the familiar pulse of pressure leaving your body. Still buried in her esophagus you came hard and long, denying her breath completely until the last spurt was drained. The grabbing feel of her choking throat a beautiful harmony to the climax of your pleasures.
Suddenly you remembered yourself and heaved your meat free. She spluttered and gasped, that young face flashing red from near blue, but still breathing at least. You leaned close in panic, fearing damage, damnation or hatred. What you received instead was an incredibly liquid kiss, various fluids splashing your cheeks as a tongue was forced into your cheeks. Then she collapsed again, her chest heaving as it tried to catch up with her exhilaration. She lay next to your deflating cock, giggling childishly through what you guessed was an almighty headrush, while you found a salty flavour washing round your mouth, almost certain it was your own. The pair of you stayed like that for an hour or more, saying nothing, watching TV. Your cock rested on her neck, between cheekbone and shoulder. Occasionally she'd turn, just ever so slightly, and tenderly kiss it.
Chapter 8
The next few weeks went by surprisingly quickly. Summer burnt on towards its peak, school rapidly approached its closure for the year. At home life was good, settled now, if far beyond the realm most would consider normal. You would often awake, with dawn's light caressing you, to the soft, subtle sound of suckling. She would be there with you, under your bed covers, attending to your morning wood like a babe to bottle. She loved to sneak up on you like that, to take claim of your cock before you had a chance to complain or doubt. Your daughter was no fool, she knew that the physical level of your relationship bothered you, but she also seemed to know what your body truly craved, better even than you did. She would always appear, as if by magic, just when the fangs of horniness began to bite at you. Yet always they returned, more and more frequently, as if all her hard work was just further opening the gates of your pent up desire.
Your daughter gulped down your ejaculate greedily now, calling it 'first breakfast'. She seemed to genuinely enjoy the taste, if not just the dirty sensuality of obtaining it. She loved to play with it around her mouth, swirling it with her tongue and showing you the sticky mess you'd made in her before gulping it down. Even if she didn't use her mouth to draw it from you, she knew full well it would come to her in time. Her bedroom door was always open to you now, she slept naked and free, fully expecting to wake up dressed in your nighttime leavings. During the weekends the girl would lie basking in the sun, in a short dress but without panties, waving her legs before you and just waiting for you to crack. Once you'd spent enough time occupying one set of cheeks sliding between the others like two adorable little love pillows hardly seemed a stretch. She would simply relax and read while you rubbed up against her, using that peachy bottom as a snooker rest till you poured lotion upon her back. She was your confidante, your best friend, your fan and supporter. As you were for her. You would each talk through the trials and troubles of your lives while you kneeled above her chest, squeezing her large tits together around your cock. So many days she spent painted in your cum, leaving it clinging to her hair or skin till she finally decided to drag you to the shower. All washing was now shared, and once a week the pair of you would lie back in the bath, a relaxing underwater embrace where once again you were caught between her thighs.
It was during one such intimate moment that the first accident occurred. She was bobbing up and down on top of you in the water, arching her back against you and using the tight triangle between her legs to pleasure you. Higher and higher she went with this, as your second head was tickled by the soft nest of her pubic hair. When suddenly, at the peak of her bounce, something caught. You felt the very tip of you dip, just ever so slightly, into a welcoming crevice of warmth. Your daughter froze, her neck draped over your shoulder, wet hair dripping against your back. After a second she wriggled her hips a little, side to side. This only made the problem worse. Now you felt yourself properly secured in that slot, the very entrance to her. The soft feel of a fleshy opening was muffled slightly by the water, but there was no mistaking the pulsating grip of another's muscles as they adjusted to accommodate the half inch or so of your intrusion. Neither of you spoke, trapped in this instant, unable to focus on anything other than that single point of meeting. Slowly, ever so slowly, you felt her own weight begin to take hold of her. She took no active role, her muscles simply relaxed, letting gravity have its due. Yet here in your cooling little bubble of spacetime, both celestial bodies were aligned. You slid into her, centimetre by centimetre, much more smoothly than she had entered this world. Time slowed to a crawl as the experience became everything, suddenly there was a whole new in, to reconcile against out. The embrace of her interior as tight and loving as any her exterior had provided. After an aeon she was back in your lap, this daughter of yours, settled upon you in love and comfort. You were slotted together perfectly, two bodies wrapped together in harmony. Your arms encased her as her inner walls encased you. Silence and stillness remained, you each simply listened to the other's heartbeat echo through your own body, till there was no division between them.
You had to speak to her now. To bridge the unmentionable gap above which you both were dangling. Feeling her whole body gulp at you was divine, clenching around your forbidden entry into the centre of her. But it could not be. You reassured yourself that very fact was what made the intensity of the moment. You tried to find the words to divide this:
"Princess this... we... this can't..."
She cut you off before you could stumble any further. "I know Dad... Helping you relieve some tension is one thing... but this... this could be dangerous. I could get pregnant. You could get arrested. People might tear us apart if they found out... I couldn't take that. Not again."
She reached up and back to awkwardly hug your neck, inadvertently shifting your position inside her. A shiver ran up both your spines. "It's just... It's just we fit so well together... I know you feel it too! Not just now, but in everything. These last few weeks we've finally become comfortable, in who we are and what our bodies need. This just feels like... the perfect end to that right? We're all... slotted together... y'know. Wearing each other like clothes. It's not sex is it? Not really. It's just... the closest two people can be. In fact, the fact that neither of us is moving just proves it doesn't it! We're just hugging, inside and out. Isn't that fine? Can't we stay like this... just for a little longer?"
It was hard to argue with her logic. And, true to her word, neither of you moved much at all for the remaining duration of the bath. After a while you just went back to chatting away, washing each other as you normally would. Trying to ignore the little squeezes of pleasure every time she reached forward or shuffled back. Your erection even deflated a little inside her for short periods. Until one of those movements reignited it, resulting in an answering shudder from her body. Perhaps she was right, it was just all this outside tension that was driving your excitement. The very fact that all this was taboo driving the urge to go further. Still... you spent a lot longer in the bath that time than usual. Neither of you willing to break that connection until the surrounding water was near icy about you.
When you both finally rose dripping and wrinkled from the water she dutifully got down on her knees before you. Knowing that you needed a release now as never before. You skull-fucked her. Harder and faster than you had ever done to anyone. One short, vicious frenzy of effort to release an hour of pent up energy. She took it ably, her gag reflex self-trained into exile now, swallowing your length and leavings like she was born to do so.
Still, all that night and the next day you found yourself boiling over with desire. You just couldn't shake the memory of being inside her. The tight warmth of her young flesh clung to your mind through a haze. Over the course of a sleepless night you returned to her room again and again, watching her soft breathing in the moonlight. You didn't want to wake her on a school night, didn't want to let her see the desperate state you were in. So instead you simply masturbated, time and again. Splashing a few more spurts of glistening liquid onto her sleeping form then returning to bed... Only to get up half an hour later and start the cycle again. Each time drained you a little lower, burned off some of your anguish and left a little less sticky goop on her skin. Yet, by the time you finally collapsed back in your room and did not rise again, her naked young body was a mosaic mess of criss-crossed trails. You had no knowledge of how your daughter reacted to this upon waking up to it. By the time you arose from slumber, with your nethers still raw and burning, she was long gone.
She came home from school with a thoughtful look on her face however, the kind of look you recognised as meaning an important question was brewing. Still, she attended to other matters first. You had been eagerly awaiting her return all day, despite last night's exertions. When she wandered into your office and began immediately unbuttoning her blouse it was clear she had expected such. Her large braless breasts were revealed, still streaked with the odd patch of dried on semen. Had she not showered that morning? Just washed the most obvious evidence from her face and neck and covered the rest with her uniform? You caught yourself imagining her sat in the classroom among her peers, fully aware that under a thin layer of clean cotton her body was a stinking mess of taboo secrets. Wallowing in her pride of being daddy's little cumdump while those about saw just a prim young lady who'd gone a little heavy on the deodorant today.
She moved to settle herself down on your leather futon, lying back with her blouse dangling open, watching you intently all the while. The invitation was clear and your will to resist long scattered. You practically bowled her over as you ditched your pants and pinned her down between your legs. Your hands took to kneading the clay of her chest, knowing the pert malleability of those two blossoming swellings so well now. You pulled out your poor, put upon penis and let her lips bring it back to life. She reached up to help squeeze herself into a valley for it, welcoming the shaft back to a haven of her skin. Winding her tongue up and around it she provided plenty of lubrication, allowing you to slide across her sternum in a steady pace of delights. She gazed up at you cheekily as her body became your playground once more, existing solely to provide nooks for you to hide in. Could there possibly be a luckier man alive?
She began to speak as you slid yourself between her tits, occasionally stuttering as your tip got too close and she felt the need to lap at it. "Daaad..." The drawn out drawl of that word was the same she had always used in askance, for christmas presents or ice cream or other such treats. "You know I love doing these sort of things for you... it makes me happy just being your little sex toy. And I'd be perfectly happy just to be useful to you like that forever... if you wanted. Buuut..." She sucked on you for a second or two at this but, as if to draw out the words. "But I've been having troubles too... since we started doing this. I wake up covered in your stuff and it just makes me feel so dirty and horny... I try playing with myself in the shower, but it only helps for a little bit. Then I have to spend all day in class, wriggling in my seat thinking about the taste of you and when I'm next going to be able to squeeze you up between my legs..." She seemed to shiver even at the thought of this, shaking herself off track for a second. "What I'm basically saying is it's getting really distracting being so horny all the time and I can't seem to fix it on my own. So could you... maybe... help me out... like, the way I help you... just once in awhile? I don't mind if you don't want too of course! I'll manage and you can keep cumming on me all the same..."
The nervous rapid-backtracking, combined with such a hopeful look on her face broke you. You couldn't speak for a moment as an orgasm rolled through you and you doused your daughter in another sticky apology, splattering that innocently anxious face with one more unfair load. How could you be so selfish?! To not realise that of course her self-sacrificing acts would be taking a natural hold of her growing body's hormones. No wonder she spent so much time watching porn and masturbating these days, she was teasing her own sexuality nigh endlessly, all for your benefit. You looked over your daughter's innocent wanting, her expression so eager to please even after you had coated it in slimy gunk. There was only one answer you could give to her.
Kissing her still bared breasts, you reached down to her prim, pleated skirt and relieved her of it. Biting gently on her nipple you won a delicate gasp through still-sticky lips. You descended her, kissing a path across her hot and salty skin. When your mouth found her bellybutton it paused to explore it, yet your hands continued on along her ever-so-inviting curves. At her hips you found the thin edges of her panties, catching them with trailing fingers and tugging them down and down. Now you were presented with a little fork of perfection. Her milky thighs opened out to you, dragging the eye toward the little patch of neatly-trimmed fur at their centre. You had helped her snip and tidy that area just the other day, her trust in you absolute as she let you run a keen razor up to the very edges of her innocence. Now that pink slot was presented to you once more: a fleshy orchid you had felt envelop you for just that briefest moment last night. It was already weeping with anticipation for you now, delicate folds begging to be dined upon.
You wasted no time. She had waited long enough. Diving into those folds you let the sour sweetness of her wash over you. Your daughter tasted divine and the gasping clench of her legs around your head told you this was exactly what she'd needed. She squeezed you up into her, desperate for your tongue to find the deepest reaches it could. It took a good few minutes before that pressure eased and she let you begin lapping at her in a more even pace. Her large hands tangled in your hair, stroking and scratching your scalp as you ran circles around her entrance. Everytime you flicked past her tough, little clit she would let loose a cute little yelp, as if such a pleasure could catch her by surprise indefinitely. You drove into her softness and flicked at her nerves, using every trick you could muster to catch her unsuspecting in joy. Once your tongue was exhausted, in muscle and inspiration, your fingers took over. Diving into her one after another you felt the warm, wet welcome of her once more. Each time you felt her dripping musculature clench and then relax around you, adjusting to your presence and encouraging it further. Soon you could fit all four fingers in, kissing her deeply above as she sucked her own flavor from your tongue. With your thumb you found another hole, this one tighter and rimmed with rough skin. She gulped as you popped inside it slightly, but then shoved her consent back into your mouth when you thought you'd gone too far. It opened to you like all other aspects of her, wanting nothing more than to swallow you whole.
Now was the moment to finish this however. You pulled free that thumb, and two of your fingers. Backing out of the kiss as well you caught a flash of disappointment on her face, before she realized what was happening. With those two fingers still remaining you began to scoop deeper into her, pulling up against her flat, little stomach on every out movement. You began to increase your pace, steadily but aggressively, pumping in and out of her soaking slit. She began to arch her back, resting her shoulders in your other arm and closing her eyes. Deep, primal sounds began to echo out from her as your pace still increased, a churning engine burying into her. She bucked upwards as you felt her whole being clench together, waves of tightness squeezing your fingers as her orgasm played out. Then she fell, your slippery hand still entering and leaving her at a gradually slowing beat. She gasped and spluttered back down to earth, a beautiful red blush flowing across her cheeks. Before leaping up to kiss you long and deep once more, pressing her naked self against you as if she wanted to crawl inside your skin.