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 Title: Ask Your Father Ch.  01


Summary: Curiosity leads Lily to important lessons before college.


Keywords: inc,fic



   The droning sound of tires on the road - it was a familiar and
comforting sound to John, especially when it would soon lead to a beer in
hand in his favorite chair by the lake.

   The rambling sound of his wife's voice as she sat next to him in the car
- not so soothing.  He'd learned to appear engaged as she prattled on about
problems at work or the things he hadn't fixed in the house.  Mostly, he
just loved hearing his son and daughter chatting and getting increasingly
excited in the backseat as they neared their destination.

   The cabin had been in the family since before John was born.  He and his
wife had made some significant renovations to it, and added a wing to the
house a few years after their second child, Lily, was born.  Now, the house
was a staple of their summer vacation and a place that everybody in the
family looked forward to visiting.

   "Are we there yet?" Lily whined jokingly from the backseat.

   "I'm not sure," his wife said, looking up from her phone, "ask your
father."

   "Getting close Lil," John replied, "I was thinking we take the scenic
route with that great view of the lake.  Should only add an hour or so to
our schedule - what do you think?"

   "NOOO!" both his children said in unison without a moment's hesitation.
John looked over at his wife to see her smiling; they both knew he'd only
said it to get a rise out of them.  Everybody was eager to finally arrive
and stretch their legs after a three-or-so hour drive.

   Lily was already in her swimsuit; he knew she'd be of little help
unloading the car once they arrived as she typically headed right for the
dock.  His eighteen-year-old daughter was nothing if not predictable. 
Beautiful too, he observed as he saw her anxious blue eyes smiling at his
in the rear-view.

   He'd never say it aloud, but Lily was the one he looked forward to
seeing most after a long day at work.  They just got along so well,
probably driven by the tense relationship Lily had with her mother. 
Daniel, his twenty-four year old son, had become his own man since moving
away for a job.  John was very proud of him, but they talked nowhere near
as much as he and his sweet little girl.

   John knew things would change when Lily went off to college next year.
He wasn't looking forward to that, or being left home alone with his wife.
Most nights were spent with Lily curled up next to him watching late-night
television or taking a trip out for ice cream.  Lily had friends and went
out some nights, but she really did seem to like spending time with him,
and he felt lucky for it.

   "The Murphy's are going to be here on Thursday you know," his wife's
voice interrupted the pleasant thoughts he'd been having of Lily.  "So I
want you all to be on your best behavior, including you!" his wife, Rachel,
said pointing John's way, "and especially you!" she continued, turning back
to look Lily in the eye.

   Of course his wife always had some kind of agenda.  She'd invited her
friend from the country club, Eileen Murphy, and her family to the cabin
for a few days.  Rachel had been dropping hints for the past week or so to
both John and his daughter about how 'respectful' and 'motivated' Eileen's
son Brian was.  John and Rachel had been high school sweethearts, so no
doubt she had designs to set their daughter up the same way.  Brian was
some kind of engineer and going into his senior year in college.  He may
have a great career in front of him, thought John, but the kid was kind of
a dud.  He couldn't help but agree with Lily as he watched her roll her
eyes and then smirk at him in the mirror when her mother looked away.

   John was remembering being in college, and as he looked at his
eighteen-year-old in the backseat he prayed that she wouldn't encounter too
many wildmen like he was.  He felt like he'd done his absolute best to
instill good instincts in Lily, and hoped that she wouldn't take on too
much of his wife's "settle down with a man who makes good money" mentality.
He was confident Lily would be just fine.

   John made a left turn onto the familiar street with the odd antique
store on the corner.  They were getting close.  He watched Lily sit up in
the backseat, obviously excited.  Her young breasts were perked up in the
swimsuit, visible as her cover-up top had slipped down over her shoulder.
Her tummy showed beneath the top and of course it was slender and smooth
from all that yoga and other nonsense that Lily did.  He knew he shouldn't
be looking yet he gazed at those impossibly tiny, white shorts that were
riding up and leaving about ninety-nine percent of her long legs open to
view.  Lily was staring out the window in anticipation, so she couldn't
catch him staring; John had to pull his eyes away.  He was starting to
worry about the fix-up that his wife had planned for her this week,
thinking that Brian the boring engineer would probably find her
irresistible.

   As soon as the car came to a stop in the wooded driveway that led up to
the cabin, both of the rear doors to the car flew open.  His two kids were
in full-sprint to the water before he could even get out to yell after
them. 'Oh well,' he thought, grabbing the discarded wrapper and coffee from
his center console and walking with his wife at his side to the front door.
He watched Lily and Daniel hopping on one foot as they stripped off their
clothes at the edge of the dock.

   Their laughs spread a warm, comforting feeling through his chest, and
the jingle of the keys in his hands meant they had finally arrived. 
Pushing the door open, the smell of the old cabin flooded his nostrils and
their vacation began.

   John and his wife got the bare minimum from the car, leaving the rest
for their two rascals before they grabbed a beer from the cooler and
settled down on the sundeck.  They probably had a lot of work to do getting
the place in tip-top shape, but it could wait.

   "...I'm not saying she's going to marry him," argued his wife after
they'd been out on the deck chatting for a while, "I'm just saying it
wouldn't hurt for her to meet a nice boy who had his head on straight like
Brian."

   John wasn't going to argue with her about it, it wasn't worth it. 
"Well, don't expect me to be forcing any kind of interaction with him on
Lily," he warned her, "last time they met she didn't seem too keen on him."

   "Well she just doesn't know a good boy with a bright future when she
sees him."

   "She's only just turned eighteen Rachel, I don't expect her to."

   Truthfully, John wasn't going to force any interaction on Lily because
he didn't want to jeopardize the time she'd spend with him.  His daughter
was sure to be his favorite part of their vacation, so he'd be damned if
his wife's obnoxious friend or her uninteresting son stood in the way.

   His wife hardly listened to him, and went on about how Eileen had told
her that Brian was a wonderful writer and that he was the chairman of some
club in his college.  Smile and nod, smile and nod, John repeated in his
head.

   After an hour or so, Lily and Daniel came ambling up to the porch. 
Lily's dark brown hair was soaking wet and dripping down onto her youthful
frame.  No way is she wearing that bikini when our guests get here, John
swore to himself.  Lily must have had that bikini since she was fourteen,
because despite her slender form, she simply filled it out too well.  He
was pretty sure her breasts were a 32C in a suit three sizes too small;
they looked like they could pop out of her suit at any second in that top
that she'd had since she was just a girl.  The bottoms too, they were much
too small to contain her cute little butt.

   "What's the matter honey," John said to Lily, "are your parents
depriving you so much that we haven't bought you a new bathing suit since
the sixth grade?"

   Lily looked down at her suit, directing his eyes to her mounded breasts
and the beads of water still rolling down between them.

   "Sorry daddy, I just always liked this one," she reasoned.

   "I don't think it's too bad John," his wife interjected, "I think you
should wear it when Brian gets here too, let him see you're all grown up."

   John shook his head, and Lily quickly walked away.  He hoped Rachel
wasn't going to be doing this all week.

   "Give it rest, will ya?" John asked her as he watched Lily saunter off.
His wife just shrugged.

   "Don't forget to unload the rest of the car!" John called after his kids
as they went inside, hearing them grumble in unison.

   Everybody eventually got around to doing the necessary tasks to get
their cabin in order.  John had to take off the storm windows, bring some
things out from storage, replace a few light bulbs and then he and Daniel
got the boat in the water.  Lily helped him fix a few posts on the dock,
and thankfully she'd put her top back on so he could focus on the task at
hand.  As usual they were laughing and horse-playing the whole time.

   "Daaaaaaad!" Lily yelled when he splashed her as he hopped down into the
water.

   "Liiiiiillly...." John mocked, "quit your whining and give me a hand.

   He pretended to look away as the young brunette stripped off her top. 
John's ability to focus would be short lived, apparently.  She hopped in
next to him and watched as her father submerged to grab the post as low as
possible.  She had helped him many times before so she knew where to hold
the platform and such, but she was always impressed at how strong he was to
pull the pole out of the muck and how long he was able to hold his breath.
The water always got so murky so she couldn't tell if her dad was making
any progress.

   "Ooouuuph..." Lily cried as she felt hands on her waist.

   Her legs were quickly swept out from under her and she only had time to
take one gasp of air before the water enveloped her.

   When Lily came up, rubbing water from her eyes and taking a deep breath,
she found her father grinning with pride.

   "You jerk!" she cursed him, smacking him on the chest.  Her hand
connected with a thud; she knew it was because her father was diligent
about his workouts.

   "That's no way to talk to your father," John scolded her,

   "Then you shouldn't be such a child and drown your daughter when she's
trying to help you!"

   John laughed and pulled his daughter against him, feeling her bikini
covered chest heaving while she caught her breath.  Her fingers snaked
around his side and they joined in an impromptu hug.  It lingered long
enough that Lily felt the warmth from her father's manly frame against her
in the cool water.

   "I love you dad," she said, looking up into his eyes.

   "Aww," he replied, "I love you too Lil'."

   Her dad was the only one she let call her that.  "I'm so excited for
vacation in with you.  Can we hang out just the two of us on this
vacation?"

   "Of course honey," John replied, "did you ask your mother what she had
planned for the week?"

   "Yep," Lily affirmed cutely.

   "And what did she say?"

   "What she always says: ask your father."

   "Well in that case, we can spend as much time together as you want."

   Lily smiled again and they finally ended the embrace.  She couldn't
know, fortunately, but John was aware that having the teenager pressed
against him for so long was causing a reaction beneath the surface of the
water.  He'd have to be careful to avoid that.

   John swiftly lifted his little girl out of the water by her waist,
surprising her again with his strength.  As he set her down on the dock,
his eyes were close to level with those undersized bottoms, and again he
found himself remembering what it was like to be her age and constantly
daydreaming about sexy young girls and what would undoubtedly be a tight
little opening within those bottoms.  Lily's lower half was every bit as
alluring as any young girl he remembered from when he was her age, and her
legs had just the right amount of tone.  John was tempted to run his hand
up from her knees to that forbidden place he shouldn't even have been
looking at, until he snapped out of his fantasy and went back to repairing
the dock.

   Each moment that passed with Lily, John was all the more glad to hear
that his little girl wanted to spend time with him alone on their vacation.
He felt closer to her than ever, almost forgetting that they weren't the
only people who'd made the drive until he heard his wife call them in for
dinner.

   Lily felt much the same way, starting to realize the fact that she'd be
out of the house for college soon and no longer able to spend time with her
dad like she loved doing.  She felt truly bad that she'd be leaving her dad
without anybody but her mother to keep him company.  Their relationship
wasn't awful, but it was strained over the last few years and Lily was
worried that her Dad would be lonely without her around.  He was such a
good man; he didn't deserve all of the nagging that her mother subjected
him to, especially since he was the one working so hard to provide for
everybody.  She intended to be really good to her dad this weekend, so if
nothing else they both remembered her last summer as fondly as possible. 
She held his hand as they walked back up to the house, smiling at him and
looking into his eyes intently while he gazed back.

   Later that night, as Lily was helping her mother do the dishes, Rachel
brought up her friend's son Brian again.  After the same spiel about him
being good husband material and respectful and such, Lily got to speak:

   "Mom, I don't know if I even like him, And even if I did, what am I
supposed to do about it?"

   "Lily, I'm not saying you have to fall in love with him, I'm just
telling you that you'd do well to figure out what a good man is like.  A
good man who respects women and will make good money to provide for your
family - like Brian."

   "Ooookayyyy," Lily responded, "And what about him, how do I know he'll
like me back?"

   "Well you can start by behaving, not fighting with your brother, and
doing your chores when asked while the Murphy's are around.  But all men
like different things, why don't you ask your father?  You two seem to be
getting along all buddy-buddy today I'm sure he can tell you how to talk to
Brian."

   Lily's mother seemed to be done with that conversation, and it couldn't
have come sooner.  Essentially, she was just done telling her daughter
about how great this boy was and she'd made up her mind about whether he
was good enough for her daughter.  'Why don't you just be with him or
something,' Lily thought, imagining how that would leave her dad's
attention almost entirely to her.  She felt guilty about wishing ill on her
mother, but certainly wouldn't mind being the center of her dad's world.

   So, later that night when their mother had gone to bed, and Daniel was
off somewhere talking to a girl on the phone, Lily decided to talk to her
dad about getting boys' attention.

   Lily had, as usual, pulled her knees up tight and was tucked under her
father's arm on a couch within the screened-in porch.

   "Hey dad?" she started when there was a quiet moment.

   "Yes sweetie?" John replied.  Lily loved the deep sound of his voice and
the way that he was so calm and ponderous as he looked out over the lake.

   "So...  I was talking to mom today and she brought up that boy again,"
Lily told him

   "Big surprise there," John said with a note of attitude.  Lily giggled

   "I asked her how to make a boy like me and she said..."

   "Wait," John interrupted, "let me guess: ask your father?"

   "Yup," replied Lily as she looked up at her dad.

   "Well what do you want to know?"

   Lily thought for a minute, "how do I talk to him?"

   It might have seemed like a simple question to John, but he understood
why his little girl would ask it.

   "Hmmm..." John started, "well to be honest, you don't need to do much
more than you do with me.  Ask him questions about himself, tell him what
you're interested in, and definitely smile.  You know you have a pretty
smile right?"

   As was intended, John got to see a big smile on his daughter's face. 
She nuzzled her head into the crook of his arm and he pulled her in tight.

   "Just be yourself honey, and don't worry about always being chatty; let
the conversation come naturally."

   "I'd rather just talk to you than some dumb boy that Mom is pushing on
me!" Lily complained.

   "Well I can't do much to help you with your mother, but you can talk to
me whenever you like Lil'." John assured his teenager.

   They were quiet for a moment.  Lily didn't really feel like she needed
to talk to anyone on this vacation other than her dad.  And just like he
said, the conversation came naturally; yet she could just be silent in his
arms and it felt perfectly alright.

   "Do you think he'll be attracted to me?"

   "Ha," John laughed, then looked down at his little girl to see a
confused look on her face.  "Oh don't worry sweetie, I only laugh because
I'd be shocked if he didn't."

   "What do you mean daddy?" Lily asked innocently.  He couldn't tell if
she was feigning innocence or not.

   "Lily, not all girls your age look the way you do..." John said, seeing
that his daughter still didn't fully understand.  He was glad to have a few
beers in him, otherwise the words might not have come as easily.  "You
see...  you are a very pretty girl, you have a lot of...  features that
boys...  and men find attractive."

   Lily was surprised her father was being so candid with her, and yet she
was positively flattered.  John's eighteen-year-old hadn't really
considered that her father might find her pretty, but here he was admitting
it to her.  Lily felt an inexplicable urge to prop herself up, smooth out
her top and not slouch so much, like she needed to live up to her father's
image of her or something.  It was a similar feeling to the way she felt
when she'd caught a boy on the football team staring at her from the
sideline, except she was more nervous with her dad.  The tiny brunette felt
slightly confused about her feelings.

   "I think you're just saying that because you have to daddy," Lily
protested, "If I wasn't your daughter I bet you wouldn't."

   John laughed again, "If you weren't my daughter I'd probably be saying
something much different."

   John almost put his hands to his mouth, like if he moved fast enough he
could stop the words from blurting out.  But it was too late, his daughter
had already heard them.  Thankfully, she didn't look too taken aback, she
couldn't truly know what he'd meant by the beer-induced slip of the tongue.

   Lily just let the words hang in the air, which made her father anxious
to know if she'd read into them.  Looking down at her beneath his arm, John
knew his confession had been completely truthful, but hearing himself say
it aloud was a strange feeling.  Even harder to grasp was the deep, welling
feeling in his chest as Lily smiled at him unassumingly.  God did he love
his beautiful daughter, thought John.  The promise of spending two weeks
with her close at hand was a most rewarding thought.  If he could just keep
his more inappropriate thoughts at bay, John knew this vacation would be
one to remember.

   He didn't know what time it was when the two of them had finally drifted
off to sleep, but he certainly remembered Lily whispering that she loved
him as her eyes closed and her tight little body began to go limp at his
side.  The moon shone bright and crickets were abuzz when he opened his
eyes again and decided to carry Lily to bed.

   John was intimately aware, as he picked up his slumbering daughter, that
she was still wearing that damned bikini.  As he lifted Lily and found
himself unable to adjust his hands without waking her, John felt his hand
securely palming one soft cheek of Lily's butt.  Obviously, he hadn't
intended it yet couldn't help savoring the feeling of her teen bottom.

   John's mind wandered as he carried the sleeping brunette carefully
through the cabin and upstairs to her room.  He was thinking of his
favorite position: the wife riding him and his hands aggressively holding
her ass while she did...  man did John wish it hadn't been so long since he
and Rachel had sex like that.  There was no helping it as the image of Lily
in his wife's place crossed his mind.  He doubted his little girl had ever
done anything like that; she better not have.  But, as rambunctious as she
was Lily would probably be sexier atop him than his wife ever was.  John
would certainly enjoy finding out.

   'Damnit!' John chastised himself, 'you're her father for Christ's sake.
Not only would a stunning young eighteen-year-old like Lily never want a
man like you, but it's incest.' John resolved not to think any more of the
subject, if he could help it.  But that word, that act, the image of making
love to his beautiful daughter and the thought of her naked and moaning for
him...  As he set her down on the bed and pulled the sheets over her
enticing figure, John wondered if he could keep his composure for an entire
week of watching her frolic around wearing hardly anything.

   John's head hit the pillow and he drifted off to sleep more easily than
he'd expected.  Lily, just upstairs in her room above the master bedroom,
was equally curious about the days to come.  She hardly ever slept through
the many times her father had taken her to bed, so the place where her
father's hand had rested tingled gently and lulled her to sleep with a
heavy feeling on her heart.

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   "Morning daddy!" Lily said cheerfully, wrapping her arms around her
father's shoulders and kissing him on the cheek.  The smell of her father's
body wash and that cup of coffee in his hand opposite the newspaper would
always be her favorite thing to wake up to.

   "Morning lil' one," John replied, "there's coffee there if you want it,
and I got some donuts from that bakery you guys like."

   "Mmmm..." Lily said, carefully selecting the maple one she'd fallen in
love with a few years ago and taking a bite, "Jeez dad, it's vacation.  You
must have been up at six or something.  Can't you ever sleep in?"

   "I'll get all the sleep I need when I'm dead." was John's retort.

   Lily gasped, "Don't say that dad!" She padded over to him and hugged him
almost too tightly around the neck.  Lily never could stand even the
suggestion of being without her dad.

   John playfully hooked his youngest around the waist and whipped her
around so she was sitting on his lap.  Her little butt just seemed to fit
so perfectly atop him, though they never seemed to do it when anyone else
was around.  John pulled Lily quickly toward him and snuck a kiss.  He
could taste the sweetness of maple frosting on her lips, and feel his
daughter smiling through the kiss because she knew it.  Lily pulled back an
inch or so, slowly.  She felt a little cross-eyed, but still wore an
adorable grin on her face as she peered into her father's eyes.  Those
beautiful blues, her father thought, he hardly even knew where they came
from in her heritage and yet there they were staring back at him
mesmerizingly.  A few charming freckles decorated the tops of Lily's
cheeks, no doubt more plentiful due to all the time she spent in the sun
against his wishes.  He could only admire her for so long until it became
inappropriate to remain so intimately close.

   They broke apart finally, and thank god because Lily's mother came
trudging loudly into the kitchen.  She was annoyed about something as per
usual, but Lily and her father remained content to tune her out as she
bitched about 'Lily's already messy room.' Father and daughter shared a few
loving glances as Rachel mouthed off, each wondering if the other was
experiencing the same blooming admiration.

   But when Rachel called Lily a brat for whatever she'd been ranting
about, John refused to be silent.  "You know what Rachel, that's enough."

   Everyone was quiet for a second.

   "This is my vacation, and that is our daughter." He wasn't yelling;
John's words were calm and commanding.

   "It is the first fu..." Lily watched as her father paused to collect
himself.  She was smitten by his self-control.  "It is the first morning of
our vacation, and you can't help yourself trying to ruin it for everyone."

   Rachel scoffed.  She was speechless, but not because she was surprised.
John could see it in her face that she knew he was right.

   "Lily," John said with a tempered tone, "Do me a favor and keep your
room reasonably better than your usual disaster area?"

   The troublemaking brunette shrugged bashfully and shook her head in
compliance.  She quickly padded off to respect her father's wishes.  She
could hear her parents arguing downstairs, but her father quickly put the
issue to bed.

   As Lily closed her door behind her and flopped back onto her bedspread,
she realized she was positively taken by the way her dad had stuck up for
her.  Something in her wanted to go down there and wrap her whole body
around him and kiss him a thousand times.  Lily doubted her mother would
appreciate that very much; she'd have to wait until they were alone again.

   The argument blew over eventually, but not without some obvious sulking
by Rachel as the family set about their first day on vacation.  By the time
they got out on the water, Rachel had cooled down and with a beer in her
hand she was actually quite pleasant.  Lily didn't even mind when she
brought up the boy stuff again.

   "So..." she prodded, "did you ask your dad about talking to boys?"

   "Yeeeesss mother," Lily replied.

   "And?  What did he say?"

   "He told me to talk to boys like I do with him.  And to be myself, and a
few other helpful things." Lily answered, recalling some of the more
interesting parts of her time alone with her father.

   "Good, good!" Rachel said, obviously excited that her husband had gotten
on board with the plan.  That's not what John had intended to do, and Lily
certainly didn't plan on using any of his pointers on the pompous guy she'd
met that one time her mother invited him over.  But, if it made her mom
happy, Lily would pretend for a while.

   "Do you have any more questions?" Lily's mother asked.

   The teenager looked to where her father was driving the boat; he
obviously couldn't hear them with the wind whipping past as he drove.

   "Well, I asked him how to talk to boys, but that's not all there is."

   Lily's mother furrowed her brow and then smiled, knowing that she was
asking for more intimate details.

   "You're right about that one Lily," her mother said with an obviously
intoxicated grin,

   "So...?" Lily pried, "What about when you're talking and you want to
show a man...  I mean boy, that you're interested....like physically."

   "Well first of all, and this goes without saying, you are only eighteen
and you should absolutely not be having sex, so don't even think about it."
There was the mom Lily knew, and obviously a liquored-up one for so freely
talking about sex.

   "Getting pregnant at your age can happen like 'that'," she said snapping
her fingers.  "And if it's not with the person you plan to love forever, it
isn't going to work out to well for you.  Which is why I haven't put you on
the pill, so you don't get any ideas..."

   "MOMMMM!" Lily interrupted, "Stop.  I won't have sex okay?  I didn't
mean that.  I just meant like flirting and stuff!"

   Lily really hadn't been thinking about being pregnant, but thoughts of
sex had definitely entered her mind recently.  She was a virgin, but Lily
didn't feel totally clueless.  Sure, she'd hardly done more than kiss a boy
at a sleepover her parents didn't know there would be boys at, but she'd
picked up a few things and obviously knew how it worked.  The young
teenager knew from friends that sex was a very significant thing and most
of them said that they absolutely loved it.  Lily just simply hadn't ever
been in a situation where it felt right, and she wasn't going to force it
with somebody she didn't care about completely.

   She wanted to know more, like what did men like about sex and how could
she become good at it?  What did it feel like?  What is foreplay exactly...
a million questions rattled around in her head.  Needless to say, her
interest was piqued, but she obviously couldn't ask her mom about it -
maybe her dad?

   "Well, to be honest," her mother started, loosening up a bit, "your dad
was my first and last boyfriend, so I only know what he likes."

   Rachel saw curiosity in her daughter's eyes and so she continued, "he
always loved laying side by side, spooning, but you be careful doing that
with a boy because they can get carried away easily!  And having his hair
played with, right around the front of his hairline."

   Lily was tickled by the information, it was funny to hear about her dad
like that.

   "Let's see...what else...  he's gets very bashful but excited about
showing any kind of affection in public: running my fingers on his arm or
leg, or whispering in his ear when nobody else can see.  Your body language
can tell a lot to a man, tell him you want him, or that you don't." Lily
had a feeling that her dad had become accustomed to the latter of the two,
and again she felt sad for him.  "Alright mom, no more please!" Lily said,
laughing and imploring her mother to quit embarrassing her.

   The inexperienced teen was fascinated, it seemed she knew very little
about how to work her way into a man's heart.  It was strange to her,
however, that she already did some of the things her mother was describing
when she was around her dad.  Lily guessed that she didn't have to work for
a spot in her dad's heart and most of it was just natural dad and daughter
stuff.  She wondered if the same things would work on the boy who would be
visiting in a few days, not that she really wanted to try it.

   John noticed the ponderous grin that Lily had on as he looked back at
her.  He didn't know what the two girls had been talking about, but he was
glad to see that it hadn't ended like their first conversation that
morning. He was starting to feel like his thoughts were becoming a broken
record, but as he gazed back at his daughter John was again struck by her
beauty.

   She didn't have on the undersized bathing suit from the day before, this
time instead opting for a beautiful bra-style lime green bikini.  It pushed
her teenage breasts up wonderfully and supported them in such a way that
they bounced each and every time the boat hit a wave.  Her skinny little
hips were hugged by matching bottoms, with a bow on each side where they
tied up to keep from falling off.

   John wondered what he might see if they did.  He certainly didn't see
his young daughter in the bathtub anymore; what if one of the carefully
tied bows came undone and the green bottoms fell to her feet?  A small part
of him guessed that she would be shaven and smooth.

   'Damnit,' John thought, wondering what was causing his thoughts to stray
so consistently to inappropriate imaginings of his own little girl.  He
knew she was far from little anymore, evidenced by the way he was picturing
her as he watched her stretch out with her arms over her head in the back
of the boat.  But why was she now becoming a different kind of object of
his love?  Perhaps it was the way she was smiling at him, as she did when
she caught his eye in the rear view mirror.  Or maybe it was the thought of
losing her to a distant home in college, missing a chance to explore the
curious change that has manifested in the time before she left.  And
likely, talking about more adult themes with Lily was not only getting him
on the topic, but also thinking about his daughter in the same context.

   With the way she looked in her swimsuit...  tan skin looking warm and
inviting to his wandering eyes and anxious fingers...  breasts tucked
snugly into each cup of her top and large enough to make her father proud
of what he'd made...  He wondered what would happen if he just went back to
her and pulled the ribbon of the cute green bows holding her suit on and
exposing her sexy little body in front of her mother, brother, and most
importantly - her increasingly interested father.  Something told him that
was not a great idea, and John was scolding himself yet again as he cast
his eyes away from Lily in hopes to quell the desire he had felt.  In the
back of his mind, John was hoping to have another night with his baby after
everyone else had gone to bed.  He didn't intend to act on any of his
fantasies...  'Absolutely not,' he promised himself, but having the
beautiful teenager in his company was reason enough to be excited.

   The sunset couldn't come soon enough, and then the obligatory family
time on the screened-in, and finally the exchange of excuses for going to
bed or staying up and such as Lily and John each anticipated their alone
time.

   "Wanna go and sit on the dock dad?  The moon is really pretty tonight."
Lily asked after she and her father had shared a moment of unspoken
admiration and eye-contact.

   "Sure honey," John replied, trying not to sound too eager.  "Don't you
think you're going to be a little chilly out there?" They both looked at
her in a small pair of pink cotton shorts and loose fitting spaghetti-strap
top.  There was no sign of a bra, and yet her young globes were perky as
ever underneath.

   "Well," replied John's underdressed young daughter, "we can grab a
blanket, and then I have you of course!  You're always so warm daddy, you
should have enough heat for both of us."

   Her voice was sweet and innocent.  but both father and daughter were
assigning a deeper meaning to Lily's words in their own minds.  As John
watched his little brunette trot over to the sliding glass door of the
house and slip inside for a blanket, his eyes fell upon her long, tan legs.
He wouldn't mind keeping her warm and, in turn, feeling the smooth skin of
her calves and feet rubbing against him under a blanket.

   In fact, that's just how things played out after Lily came back out and
they walked with John's arm slung casually around his baby's waist.  Lily
shivered when she felt the hem of her shirt ride up and her father's rough,
masculine hands come into contact with her skin.  Neither of them missed
that, nor did they fail to enjoy the intimate, if unintended, contact.  But
then John sat down first on the large bench at the end of the dock and Lily
followed shortly after, Before John pulled the blanket over them, his
daughter slung her legs over his and pulled his arm around her tight.

   For a few quiet moments, they sat together and listened to the sounds of
the peaceful lake.  There was a lot going on in both of their minds.  Lily
always loved the sound of water lapping at the dock below, but at that
moment she was more focused on the strong heartbeat in her father's chest.
She was snuggled up so close that it felt like it was thudding right
against her breast.  John could feel his daughter's chest rising and
falling in her cradled position at his side.  Her legs felt even better
than he'd imagined as she fidgeted to get comfortable and rubbed her legs
along the length of his.

   "Can I tell you a secret dad?"

   "Of course you can." replied John.

   "This is my favorite part of the day.  I've been looking forward to
everyone else going to bed for hours now." Lily was looking right into his
eyes for approval.

   "That's sweet honey," John said, then paused.  "I've been looking
forward to this since I put you to bed last night."

   Lily leaned in even closer to her father in thanks, quieted by flattery.

   "Can I just a few more questions like last night dad?" Lily requested,
laying it on thick.

   "Don't you know the answer to that by now Lil'?  Of course you can,"
John was careful to hide the eagerness he felt.  "I saw you and your mother
talking again today, how'd that go?

   "Oh fine," Lily told him, "she didn't get mad at me, which was nice.  I
was just asking her a few things about like flirting and stuff and she told
me a little but I want to know more.  She told me to ask you again."

   It was adorable the way Lily sometimes spoke in streams of
consciousness, her father thought.

   "So...  shoot." Her father urged her.

   "Okay, weeeeeellllll...  how will I know when I like a boy enough to be
in a relationship, and how will I know he likes me?"

   "Hmm...  coming out of the gates with a hard one huh?" John rubbed his
chin and Lily noticed the stubble on it; her father always looked so manly
with his 5 o'clock shadow.

   "Honestly, I think it's a pretty obvious feeling when you realize that
you're with somebody you want to get to know romantically.  You'll get
close to each other and want to touch and feel each other; it's kind of an
inexplicable feeling, almost like a big magnet is pulling you towards her
or something."

   Somehow, that made a lot of sense to Lily She thought it was kind of
funny how her father had switched to talking about 'her,' like he was
imagining a scenario instead of teaching her about something.  John felt
his teenager shift her bare legs around like she was trying to tangle up in
his even more than she already was.  He wished she would stop because he
couldn't help that the added touching was making not only his heart beat
deeply but his pants stir in response.  'Stop it,' he chastised himself.

   As John went on, Lily listened intently.  Her father told her how it was
important to have mutual attraction to each other, how imbalance could
cause problems in a relationship and how becoming more intimate required
time and becoming comfortable with her partner.  When Lily reached up and
ran her fingers through his hair, John felt like he would tell her anything
she wanted to hear at that moment.

   "I feel kind of dumb asking this," Lily started with the most innocent
care in her voice, "but I don't really know what you mean about being more
intimate.  Like, say I want to do that with this kid mom's pushing on me,
what would I do?"

   This felt off limits.  John knew he should stray from going into detail
when it came to intimacy and his attractive young daughter.  But suddenly,
he felt a pang of jealousy and the spark of competition.  It caused him to
overlook his reservations.

   "First of all," John said with a noticeable edge, "I resent that your
mother is making you think you owe this boy some kind of attention.  You
don't."

   Lily thought she might have crossed a line with her father; he seemed
jumpy at the topic and it made her feel curiously anxious.  John decided to
backtrack a bit:

   "But...." he resumed, pulling Lily close and making her feel more at
ease with the conversation, "there's a lot of things involved when it comes
to flirting.  Some of it you'll just do without thinking about it."

   Lily wondered if the way her dad was running his fingers up and down her
side but over her shirt was meant as an example of what her dad was saying.

   "Of course, there's always touching with your fingers.  Men and women
have all kinds of spots that well...  turn them on.  Do you know what that
means?"

   "Duh Dad!" Lily blurted, "I don't live under a rock."

   "Okay okay," John felt so at ease with his little girl; their chemistry
was undeniable.  "So you know then that there are some obvious spots that
we won't talk about because you're eighteen and I won't pretend you're as
innocent as you look." And despite glossing over them, both John and Lily's
eyes darted down to the blanket, at each other's respective 'spots.'

   They both noticed the glance when their eyes met again, and Lily choked
out a laugh.  It was inappropriate to acknowledge, but John couldn't help
joining his teenager in giggling about the unspoken awkwardness.

   "But there's other things too," John continued, feeling his daughter
quiet and her giggling stop after a time, "like what you're doing with my
hair right now."

   Lily bit her lip adorably and continued messing about with her father's
thick, dark strands.

   "So you know about touching the hair...  neck is a big one." As he said
it, John took his free hand and made a 'V' with his thumb and forefinger on
his daughter's neck.  As soon as he touched her there, Lily held her
breath. He followed the path of the stunned brunette's collarbone with his
fingers until just low enough to feel the beginnings of her mounded
breasts. When he finally lifted from her chest, Lily was able to take a
breath.

   Her whole body felt numb.  'Oh my God that was crazy,' Lily thought to
herself.  She couldn't believe how one simple motion by her father had made
her feel so wholly consumed by his touch.

   John didn't have to ask.  He had felt his little girl's reaction.  He
knew she understood.

   "And the way that you're sliding your legs around honey," her dad
acknowledged, "you better be careful with those things, they're dangerous."

   Lily blushed and retreated deeper into her father's hold.  She was
buzzing with thoughts and feelings she felt totally unfamiliar with.  She
hadn't expected the conversation with her father to go this way, but was
glad where they'd ended up.  Still, after the way her dad had commented on
Lily rubbing her legs again his, she didn't like that he had since curbed
the attention he'd been paying her.  John was trying his best not to take
their 'lesson' too far, and Lily had noticed.  She decided to push her luck
a bit.

   "Is that it Dad?  I mean Brian might like some of that, but so far
you've only told me about using my fingers in his hair and rubbing my legs
on him.  I'm already doing that with you, so that can't be everything!"

   Even though John had fully recognized the inappropriateness of what he
and his teenage daughter were doing, he forgot himself again to protective
instinct.  Lily was his own daughter, and she wasn't to be peddled off to
some boy she didn't care about.  He was right there, obviously madly in
love with her, and more than willing to help her understand what being
intimate with a man meant.

   Surprising her, John pulled Lily from her seated position beside him
directly into one on top of his lap.  Knowing that his cock had gotten
unintentionally hard from all the suggestive talk, John made sure to slide
her so that his erection was tucked behind her and not right up into her
thin shorts.  When she came to rest, John could feel the sexy
eighteen-year-old waiting expectantly for his next move.

   She felt so perfect in his lap.  Her cute little butt was cupped by his
larger lower half.  He'd seen her youthful and round cheeks enough times to
make his head spin while she frolicked about in her swimsuit earlier in the
day, but feeling it against him was far better.

   "It's not always as simple as touching; it matters how you do it too."
John taught, "Do you want me to show you?"

   As he asked the question her father placed both hands gently on Lily's
hips.  She was spellbound, completely submitted to her father.

   "Mhhh hmm." Lily granted.

   John slowly but decisively grabbed hold of his daughter's hips.  She
immediately found herself arching her back as his thumbs dug into the
dimples of her lower back.  His fingers came in contact with her hipbones
as he massaged her backside.  Lily couldn't help herself from forcing her
butt further into her father's lap.  John knew where things could head from
there.  If he followed his most primal instincts, he would have slid his
hands up her sides and finally taken her teenage breasts into his palms
while grinding back into her.  He felt compelled to, instead of stopping,
wrap his thumbs around her waistband and slide her shorts down those thin
legs so she was bottomless for him.

   Lily mewwed.  Nobody had ever touched her like that before.  There was
that.  But nobody had ever made her feel quite so desirable either, and
that was before she had even propped up on her father's lap.  Now Lily was
pining for her father's touch and she didn't have the capacity left to
consider why.  She could only press harder into him and hope he wouldn't
stop.

   For a few moments their suggestive contact continued.  Lily wasn't
exactly grinding her ass onto her father's cock, and John wasn't
technically giving his attractive young daughter more than a lower back
massage, so it seemed alright.

   "Just so you know, lips are one of the most important things to pay
attention to," John said, speaking quietly now into Lily's ear.

   "Obviously I won't actually kiss you, but getting close works too." As
he spoke, John placed his mouth at the nape of his daughter's neck.  While
he was speaking, Lily could feel her dad's breath caressing her skin; she
didn't completely agree that he shouldn't kiss her.

   Lily's hips moved on their own, as did her arms as they stretched above
her and backward.  With her tiny frame splayed out in his lap and his head
in her neck, John was treated to an uninhibited view of his daughter's
breasts within her shirt.  He didn't want to stare too long, but his eyes
stayed put regardless.  He could just make out the pink circle around her
nipple, the moon was so bright it lit her naked front up just for him. 
When her hands came into contact with the back of his neck and the
sensitive spot in his hair, John thought he might lose his reserve.

   "Oh god Daddy," Lily cooed.  Her father's hands were tight on the soft
spot of her pelvis and beginning to urge her hips back and forth at a very
slow but noticeable pace.

   "What Lil'?"

   "Don't stop, I like that," said his little girl.

   It felt incredible, and the young teenager in front of him was the girl
he loved most in the world, let alone the most incredible beauty.  But
hearing her ask him to continue was too familiar, the only time he'd heard
that John had soon heard a girl crying his name as he made love to her.  He
couldn't do that with Lily.  As much as we wanted to rip the skimpy
clothing from her youthful body and show her the full extent of what she
wanted to know, he simply couldn't.  Though he was hard as ever and feeling
Lily's plump little butt gyrate against his cock, he just couldn't do more.

   "I think you've learned enough for one night...I think it's time for
bed," John said, in an attempt to put an end to things.

   Lily froze.  She was stunned.  Her daddy had started all of the touching
and she didn't think it was fair for him to stop now.  But maybe he didn't
want to continue, maybe he was only teaching her like she'd asked.  After
all, she had asked, not him.  Lily felt sad that her dad was removing his
hands from her and obviously expecting her to follow suit.  Lily felt heat
inside her body that she'd never felt before.

   "Do we NEED to go in Dad?" Lily tried in one last effort to continue.

   She felt her father close his hands around her hips and squeeze tightly
once more.  She squealed because he pressed so hard around her hipbones
that he hit a pressure point or something.

   "Yes honey," John said when finally lifting his daughter off his lap. 
He looked down to see that her shorts had ridden up, as well as her shirt.
If he'd looked any closer he would have seen that between his baby girl's
legs was a wet spot caused by the feelings he'd brought out in her.

   Lily walked mindlessly next to her father on the way back into the
house. She was lucky to have his hand wrapped around her waist and guiding
her or she might have wandered off the dock and into the dark water.  Both
of them were glad for the renewed contact, even if it was far the distance
they were silently hoping to go.

   "Do you want to have some you-and-me time again tomorrow?" Lily's heart
skipped a beat when she heard her father ask it.

   She simply looked up with big puppy-dog eyes and nodded at him.  John
loved the way she bit her lip and lifted her shoulders like she was
embarrassed to say yes.

   Lily grabbed at her dad's shoulders to get him to lean down so she could
kiss him.  Usually, it was just a short kiss and goodnight.  This time,
both father and daughter lingered a few seconds before connecting.  They
just...  sensed...  each other and the hesitation felt right.  Then Lily
stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips to her dads.  It didn't last too
long, but it sure felt different.

   When they broke, both were silent; the quiet felt natural.  As John
watched his little girl open her bedroom door, he got one more good look at
the ridiculous night-clothes she was wearing.  When the door closed, he was
tortured to know if she'd be taking them off.  Lily was hesitant to even
allow the thought, but as she began to undress she wished she wasn't doing
it herself.

   Both Lily and John went to bed staring at the ceiling.  They were so
in-tune with each other that their thoughts were practically the same.

   Lily swore at herself for being so careless with her dad.  He was only
doing what she'd asked.  He'd never do any of those things for real with
her.  And yet, she was pretty sure she'd felt a stiffness in his pants when
she'd gotten the chance to wiggle her butt around on him.  And his hands
weren't just showing her where to touch, they were touching her deeply. 
She felt bad for her dad, that he probably hadn't gotten the chance to
touch her mother like he had with her.  And Lily certainly didn't mind
letting him do so with her, in fact her only wish was that he'd show her
more.

   John resolved not to take one more step with Lily.  It was no use
beating himself up for being aroused by the eighteen-year-old's perfect
body...  or those soft, shapely breasts...  or the graspable bottom that
he'd felt grinding backward into his lap.  Damnit, he couldn't even keep
his thoughts contained long enough to scold himself.  He had to be
indifferent, he had to cut out the temptation and be a good father.  But
she'd practically begged him to continue; how was he going to keep saying
no.  How could he deny her when he now lay in bed wishing that he'd just
kept going, that he'd gotten his hands all over the fully naked and willing
teenager that happened to be his daughter.

   They both fell asleep within a couple minutes of each other, despite the
separate rooms.

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   Sleeping it off turned out to be a good thing.  John and Lily both awoke
without the intoxication of each other to cloud their judgment.  Lily
didn't see her dad until she had already showered and come downstairs for
breakfast.

   "Think you and your brother are up for going into town today?" Lily's
mother asked.

   "Sure mom," she replied, grabbing some bacon from the plate on the
countertop, "what time?"

   "Soon," replied her mother, "but you can take your time and eat your
breakfast first."

   Lily sat down next to her dad, looking for his eyes to be directed her
way but not finding them.  John flinched when she accidentally brushed her
leg against his.  Nobody could know that he'd done a hell of a lot more the
night before with his eighteen-year-old daughter, but he felt skittish
nonetheless.  Lily was admittedly confused by her dad's behavior.

   He warmed up though, and when her mom and brother let Lily sit shotgun
on the way to town, the two lovebirds were soon chatting and talking as
normal.  His eyes had this new kind of familiarity in them.  Lily felt like
he was continually acknowledging secret between the two of them, and each
time it made her heart jump beneath her breast.

   Even better was when her mother and brother Daniel wanted to stay and
listen to some gathering that was going at the main crossroads.

   "Lily and I will go pick up a few of those toiletries we forgot at the
convenience store while you guys do...  this," he said motioning at
whatever was going on with disinterest.  Lily was on board, the guy talking
sounded stuffy and looked like one of her old history teachers.

   While they were walking, John watched his youngest skip around
restlessly in her jean shorts and baseball shirt.  Of course, she'd tied
the shirt up to show off her tummy and the ring on her bellybutton that she
was so proud of.  She looked cute as ever, and he expected nothing less.

   There was some horseplay between the two as they perused the aisles of
the store.  John got what he thought he was supposed to, but wasn't really
paying too much attention.  Lily kept coming up behind and trying to knock
him down by bending his knee suddenly on the side he was leaning to.  She
got close a few times, but mostly he just let her continue because he liked
feeling her chest press against him and her tiny hand on his forearm when
she did it.

   "What are you looking at now?" John asked, seeing his daughter stopped a
spot on the aisle in front of him.

   When he got closer, he saw and whoosh of breath escaped his mouth as he
realized.

   "What are you doing over here," John asked, much more quietly now, not
wanting to call attention to the fact that he was standing with his
eighteen-year-old daughter in the condom aisle.

   "I dono," Lily said bashfully, "I just haven't ever seen one before... I
wouldn't know how to use one."

   John didn't have an answer for her, but somehow he wasn't surprised at
what he heard next.

   "Mom definitely won't teach me about this..." she paused, then looked
his way with those damned big blue eyes pleading, "...will you daddy?"

   "Wha...  no I coul....  no way..." John stuttered.  Lily thought it was
funny that she'd caught her dad off guard.

   "Relax Dad," she said with a hand on his arm again, "It's not like I
plan on needing one or anything."

   "Honey I don't know....  I don't think I sho...hmmm..." John was
unprepared for this.

   "Please daddy?"

   "Can't you ask one of your friends or something?" He attempted.

   "My friends that are boys?" Lily asked suggestively.

   "No!" John had to catch himself and his volume to prevent anyone
noticing he and his daughter who had now taken a pack of condoms in her
hand and was flipping the box around.  "No you better not!" He said feeling
oddly protective again.

   "Come on daddy please?" Lily was getting louder now, the little brat. 
"Won't you teach me how to use a condom?"

   "Lily shushhh!" John cautioned.

   "You don't want your little girl getting pregnant, do y...mphhh" Lily
couldn't finish because her dad had reached out and covered her mouth and
that teasing little smirk she had on it when she was goading him.

   "Cut it out," he said as he looked down at her and then around the
store. She could tell by the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth that
her dad wasn't actually mad, but she decided not to test him anymore.

   "Fine," he said, "I'll get them but you have got to go stand outside.  I
can't be seen buying condoms with my beautiful eighteen-year-old right next
to me."

   "Nobody knows I'm your daughter, DAD," she replied with inflection but
then being much quieter, "and it's not like you're buying them to have sex
with me either!"

   John flinched for the second time that day; a pang of guilt that he
didn't intend struck him.  Just the thought of buying a condom around his
pretty teenager and that incredible body she'd been dangling in front of
him put two opposing themes together in his mind.  Sex...his
daughter...sex....  his daughter.  No, he couldn't allow the thought that
the box of condoms in his pocket were for anything other than education. 
He certainly wasn't going to give them to his little girl so she could try
them out on someone else.  No...  he'd teach her what she needed to know,
but nothing more.

   John was considering how to go about showing his daughter how a condom
works without crossing any lines when his wife and son found them again. 
Lily surprised him right before they joined up by shoving her hand down
into his pocket.  She pushed the box down further; it must have been
showing.

   "I don't think we want mom or Daniel seeing those, huh?" Lily suggested.

   "You've got a point there Lil'," John responded.

   While they were watching Rachel and Dan approach, Lily hooked her
fingers on her father's belt and stood up to speak in his ear.  John was
immediately nervous that the contact might be perceived as strange by his
wife, but determined it was only because of the box he had in his pocket.

   "I'm really curious, can you teach me about these tonight when mom goes
to bed?" Lily asked sweetly.

   "Sure sweetie," John said quickly, giving her a playful shove with his
shoulder in hopes that he might shift her from the suggestive position.  Of
course, Lily made sure to let her chest brush against her father's side
plenty before she returned to her spot at his side.

   "What did you two get?" Rachel asked them, holding a bag of her own.

   Lily quickly looked up at her dad, raised her eyebrows and smiled.  'She
is just the worst!' thought John as he saw the knowing glance from his
brunette teenager.

   "Got everything you had on the list," responded John, wondering if there
was any hint of a lie in his voice.

   "And a few things you didn't!" sang Lily.

   John tried hard not to look stunned as his eyes darted down to his
little girl.  But then Lily brought a candy bar to her mouth and crunched
off the tip while still looking at him and John breathed easy.

   He was starting to wonder how he was going to deflect the trouble they
were stirring up with all this somewhat inappropriate interaction.  John
tried to remind himself of the promise not to let things go any further
with Lily.  Looking down at her, seeing the cute face he'd grown to love so
much and further down the alluring, bare skin at her stomach, John worried
about how hard keeping that promise would be.

   But things just always seemed to work out for him.  Nobody noticed a
thing.  Not one sideways glance from his wife or prying eye from an
onlooker.  Even when he wrapped his hand around Lily's waist, fulfilling
his aching desire to touch the bare skin of her stomach - nothing.  John
surmised he was just being paranoid, which wasn't exactly a bad thing, but
at least he could relax and enjoy his beautiful teenager's company.

   "Hey Dad, stay there for just a second," Lily directed without
explanation.

   They'd walked into a local shop and the family was mulling about the
store.  Lily seemed to always stay close to her father, which John was glad
of.  He didn't like having her out of his sight for some reason, probably
because she was so damned fun to look at.

   But then he watched as his little one crossed her arms over her head and
pulled off her shirt in one swift motion.  She was cornered by a couple of
clothing racks, but certainly not enough to just disrobe in the middle of
the store!

   "Lily what are you..." John started and then stopped, seeing that his
daughter had pulled her bra off as well.  She was turned away from him but
he definitely got a clear view from behind of her perfect breasts jiggling
free of the bra.  He quickly moved closer to her to protect anybody else
from seeing.

   "You can't just do that!" He said in a hushed voice, watching his wife
to be sure she wasn't looking their way.

   "Oh don't be such a tightass dad," she replied, "what do you think?

   John turned around to find his daughter pulling a dark tank-top down
around her stomach.  It cut low enough that he could already see her
cleavage and she hadn't even adjusted it yet.  'Damnit' he thought, 'why
did she have to wear that, how did she know that he loved shirts like
that?'

   Her breasts even showed a little bit on the side, and John could make
out a little nub where her nipple was.  If he wasn't so incredibly turned
on and still stunned that she'd changed right there in the store, he would
have been pissed that she was wearing it at all.

   "It's nice, honey, why did you pick that though?"

   "No reason," Lily lied, "I guess I was a little warm and it looked
comfy."

   Truthfully, she'd done it because of what her mother had told her the
day before.  She knew her dad would like it, and she'd seen him stealing
looks at her all day.  When she finished pulling down the shirt over her
upper body, it left a thin strip of skin just above her low-riding shorts
and Lily reached up to make sure her breasts looked good too.

   "Don't you think that shirt is a little revealing?" Her mother asked
when they were checking out.

   "Relax mom," Lily answered snidely, "Nobody here knows me.  And besides,
I've got Dad to protect me if any boys come after me."

   John rolled his eyes; his daughter was unbelievable.  But then, he liked
the thought that Lily was his to protect.

   Once again, the day flew by.  John had to fend off Lily reaching into
his pocket to grab at the box of condoms in there for whatever reason she
was doing it - probably to cause trouble.  Always he was unsure whether she
was intentionally positioning herself so that he could see down her shirt,
or feel her little body against him or whatever other antics she decided to
pull next.  And always there was a building apprehension about how he
should react.  Certainly he wasn't supposed to feel turned on, but the
erection he kept getting didn't seem to care one bit.

   "Thank God!" Lily finally gasped after her mother had yawned and decided
to turn in.

   Suddenly she was bubbly and full of energy again.  As if some kind of
switch had been flipped, suddenly Lily acted like it was okay for her to
drape herself over her dad on the loveseat of the screened-in porch.

   "I saw you and your mother talking again today; more life lessons?" John
asked his daughter as he held her tight,

   "I asked her about being pregnant and she actually told me all about
it," answered Lily, "First she told me I better not even dare think about
it until I'm with a man who has a good career and we're married and all our
money was saved up...  blah blah blah blah blah."

   John laughed as he heard his daughter imitating Rachel and then felt her
shake with a lovable giggle against his chest.

   "You know she's not totally fully of it Lily, right?" John salvaged, "It
can't be just anybody, you have to be sure you love each other and want to
be together."

   "I knoooow Dad, do you know how many times she's said that to me?"

   "Okay, I'm just making sure," John relented, "So what else did she say?"
"She said that it hurt, a lot!"

   "There's no doubt about that, I was there when you came out and man was
your mother screamin'!" John told.

   "But she also said that it was wonderful too.  Having a baby growing in
her was incredible, it's what makes women so much better than men.  You
can't survive without us.  Then she said to ask you about what it was
like." Lily repeated.

   "Yep, that sounds like your mom." Dan said with a roll of the eyes. 
"You know, a lot of couples say it's the best thing that ever happened
between them - pregnancy."

   "What do you mean?" Lily asked, sounding curious.

   "Well, it's a big thing, having a baby together.  It means you're
committed to each other and to being together, most people would say
forever.  it means you love each other enough to raise a child."

   Lily stayed quiet.  She liked hearing her dad describe it that way; it
sounded a lot more beautiful than the way her mother had.  Lily knew from
experience that he was a good dad, but he made pregnancy sound like a
wonderful thing for both partners, too.

   "Everybody looks at it different I guess," John continued, feeling his
daughter nuzzling him closer, "I guess I just romanticize it because I got
such a beautiful daughter out of it."

   Lily couldn't possibly have buried herself any deeper into her father's
hold.  She was so flattered she could just die.  John was instantly struck
to his center with enthralling happiness as he watched his daughter react
physically to the compliment.  He felt her body against him, saw her bite
her lip the way she did, and then watched as she sat up and looked him
straight in the eye.  There was a few seconds of silence before Lily spoke.

   "I love you so much dad...  I can't even explain how much"

   "I think I know how you feel," said John "I love you too Lily."

   Lily hugged her dad again, trying to wrap her arms around him but
finding his big shoulders too much to contain.  Of course, John's arms
encapsulated his daughter with more than enough to hold her and then some.

   "Would it be too much to ask you to teach me some more dad?" Lily
requested as she pulled away from the long hug.

   "Nope, fire away!"

   "I know I'm not supposed to have sex, I'm not saying I want to," Lily
reasoned, "I just don't want to feel some dumb when all of my friends talk
about it."

   "So...  " John prompted.

   "Can you teach me about the condoms?"

   "Oh shit...  those..." He'd totally forgotten for a moment, all the talk
of pregnancy with his daughter had his brain doing that awful association
dance again.  And of course, his pants were threatening to tent as he
wasn't exactly soft when thinking such troublesome thoughts.  He was
grateful, though, that he didn't have a noticeable erection so Lily didn't
get any ideas.

   "Yeah, I guess I can teach you," John agreed, seeing Lily sit up with
excitement.  He had to conceal his.  "You're gonna have to go get something
we can use as a prop.  I'm pretty sure I saw some bananas your mother
bought from the market."

   Lily hadn't been sure what to expect, but she was suddenly disappointed.
She didn't like the idea of using a prop, though she wasn't exactly going
to suggest using the real thing.

   "Better bring your dad a drink, too, I'm not equipped to show my
eighteen-year-old daughter how to put on a condom without at least a couple
fingers of scotch."

   Lily was okay with that.  But on her walk back into the house, she
decided on a change of plan.  She found the bananas alright, but she didn't
like the look of those.  She quickly opened the trash and through them in,
shuffling things around so they weren't on top.  She did the same thing
with the cucumber that was in the fridge, and she pushed the tall jar of
cherries to the very back, though she didn't think it would have worked
anyway.

   She opened a few drawers and tossed the ice cream scoop, a turkey
baster, and some other weird tube looking thing in a cabinet nobody would
find.  The kitchen wasn't very well equipped so it didn't take long before
Lily had covered all her bases.  By the time she was done, the teenager
realized her heart was racing.  She quickly poured her dad a big glass of
his favorite scotch with one ice cube before running up to her room to
change.

   .

   "Thank you sweetheart," John said, taking the glass over his shoulder
that his daughter had put there after he heard her approach from behind
him.

   He took a long drink, finding quite a bit more scotch than necessary in
the glass.  Still, it warmed him just right.  When he was tilted the glass
back, he sprayed the lingering fluid from his lips as he caught a glimpse
of his daughter.

   "LILY!"

   She had changed again.  This time it was simply unacceptable.  She was
wearing an incredible matching set of bra and panties.  The bottoms were a
sheer black boyshort style.  He could see most of her hips and the 'v'
between them leading to a hardly substantial patch of opaque fabric that
covered where her tiny opening would be.  They were revealing enough for
him to know that she shaved.  The top was equally as striking, a dark black
cup that left as much of her incredible, young breasts atop them as was
possible.  If he just pried toward him with a finger, her nipple was sure
to be shown.

   "What?" She said.  Even his troublemaking little girl couldn't pretend
she didn't know that what she was wearing was inappropriate.

   "You can't wear that around me!" John chided, "who am I kidding, you
can't wear that around anyone!"

   Lily looked hurt.  John tried to look away.  So much of his beautiful
girl's body was on display for him.  The shadows from a dimmed overhead
light showed all the curves and tight spots of his daughter's tight little
body.  If there was an outfit that made her look sexier out there in the
world, John had to see it.  Indeed, he wanted to see her, and though he
knew he should have sent her right back inside to wear an oversized t-shirt
or anything more suitable, the words didn't come.

   "Do you want me to change?  Don't you like it?" John couldn't answer, "I
never get to wear anything like this, Dad.  It's not fair that I can't fool
around with any boys or have sex or even wear things that make me feel
sexy."

   She had a point there, it seemed a crime not to let the beautiful,
athletic, young brunette show off her absolutely incredible body.  And he
was lucky that she was showing it only to him; he couldn't trust anyone
else to treat her the way she deserved with that outfit on.

   John sighed, and Lily saw the way he tried to avert his eyes.  It made
her feel just the way she'd hoped.

   "Alright...fine...just..." he was still taken aback, "It's not that I
don't like it," John said, finding his words, "I do; you look beautiful
baby.  It's just that I'm your dad and I'm not supposed to see you like
this.  You're practically naked!"

   "Not all the way naked, Dad.  Do you want me to be?"

   John couldn't believe his ears, "What?  No!  Why would you need to be
naked?" He was trying to keep his voice down, but he was understandably
excited.

   "Well it's just that I checked the entire kitchen and there's nothing to
use for the condom."

   "And...?" John begged of her,

   "I dono..." she said, trying to look innocent, "I thought maybe you
could use a little encouragement."

   John's eyes stayed wide.

   "I thought maybe if I dressed up like this you might find me pretty
enough for your 'penis' to get hard like it did yesterday." Lily whispered
quietly when she said penis like somehow that was crossing a line.  "I'm
sorry I assumed, I guess I was wrong."

   His daughter looked too gorgeous and yet too hurt for him not to
reassure her.

   "Honey, I didn't say you weren't pretty enough."

   With that, his eyes found her body again, she had sat on the edge of the
seat and was close enough that John's heart could feel the proximity.  Lily
was still staring down, pouting.  He pinched at her side just below her bra
and watched her well supported breasts shudder as she flinched.  A small
smile cracked on her lips but she clearly didn't want it to show.

   "Come on Lily, don't be like that," he said, pulling her closer.  She
allowed him to do so and he thought he felt her arch her back a little as
she slid forward into the seat, but her body language still said she felt
unwanted.

   "I just have a hard time seeing you when you look like that, because I'm
not supposed to think my daughter looks sexy..." John knew he was walking a
line, "...even if she really does."

   Lily finally looked up.  She'd gotten what she wanted, or at least part
of it.  The other part was not so well hidden by a big bulge that she could
see in her father's pants.  John's hand came to rest on his daughter's
side, just above the thin band at the waist of her bottoms.  He wasn't shy
about holding her either, and the way his fingers pushed against her skin
was enough for Lily...  for the moment.

   "So you're telling me that there's nothing up there to use for me to
teach you about these?" John said, grabbing the box of condoms out of his
pocket.  "This isn't just one of those 'I'm too lazy, I can't find it' type
of things?"

   "I swear daddy, I looked.  You know there's not much in the kitchen."

   He supposed she was right.  He could have sworn there was a bunch of
bananas right next to the knife block, but he could be wrong.  John took
another swig of the cold liquor; it wasn't enough to get him near drunk,
but as he started to weigh the options of how else to teach Lily about
using protection, the choices didn't seem as taboo.  But then, neither did
the way his hand had started to massage around the soft skin above her hip.

   Lily inhaled deeply, she would accept whatever attention her dad dared
give her.  She could feel his eyes on her, and responding to the way he was
touching her, she rolled her hips and pushed out her chest so he could see
her tits a little better.

   It was working: the booze, the soft glow of the lights, the hum of night
critters and the enabling privacy of a father and daughter alone on the
porch at night.  It wouldn't be so bad if he just showed Lily what she was
obviously implying.  After all, it was teaching her about safe sex.  He
didn't even like the thought of her having sex with another man, but being
pregnant by one he could not abide.

   "Are you sure you know what you're asking Lily?  Daughter's aren't
supposed to see their father's private parts on purpose."

   "I know dad, but you're just teaching," she seemed to have the perfect
response for everything, "It's okay, I know to keep it to myself.  I just
want to see."

   The perfect response...  the perfect body...  the most perfect daughter
that a man could ask for.  John was content with their agreement as he
tipped the remains of the glass into his mouth and savored the woodsy
flavor of it.  He had a little buzz, but maybe that was because he was
anxious about what they were thinking of doing next.

   Lily took the glass out of his hand and put it on the table.  She looked
ready for action, and probably a little too eager.

   "Okay, here goes nothing," said John, handing her the box, "You take out
one of those, and I'll take out..."

   The two of them chortled at the phrasing.  Lily's hands were a little
unsteady as she held the box and opened it.  They were wrapped just like
anything else, like a candy or something, she thought amusingly.

   Lily watched excitedly as her dad unbuckled his belt and fidgeted with
the button, "Do you need me to do anything to make it har..." Lily's jaw
dropped.

   John had decided not to prolong the act of revealing his cock to his
daughter for fear that she, or more likely he, would change his mind before
it could happen.  As soon as he pushed the waist of the pants and underwear
with it past the right spot, his staff sprung free.

   He found himself smirking a bit as Lily took him in with a look of awe
on her face.  Certainly, she hadn't prepared herself for the actual sight
of what she'd been asking for.  But the way she was fidgeting around at the
hips in her perched position, John was pretty sure she wasn't going to ask
him to stop.

   "Yeah," John spoke knowingly, "I think you see now why I was worried
about you wearing that outfit around me Lil'."

   "Uh huh," sounded his daughter, swallowing deeply.  "It's...bigger, than
I expected it to be."

   Before he sat down Lily got a good look at the impressive length of her
father's manhood and the way it stood at such an angle.  From the one time
or so that she'd accidentally seen her dad's penis after a shower, she
couldn't believe how it looked so solid and straight.  Her eyes never left
it, even after her father took a seat next to her and tried to relax under
her gaze.  John decided it was fair, as he was silently memorizing each and
every curve of his daughter's body.

   "Well," he said, startling her to attention, "should we move on to the
next part or do you just want to stare?"

   "Oh, sorry Dad!  I just didn't know that it would already be all full
like that already.  How will this thing fit on there?" Lily asked, looking
at the relatively small ring showing through the wrapper.

   "Just hand me the condom, and by the way that's what happens when my
daughter gets almost naked around me, I can't help but think about her
ACTUALLY naked."

   "Ohh, I'm sorry I didn't know that's what you wanted," Lily apologized
innocently, "Should I take off my bra and panties for you too daddy?" As
she said it, she reached around her back for the clasp in her bra, jutting
her teenage breasts toward her father as she did.

   "No!" John replied without hesitation.  But the damage was done; both
Lily and her father saw his cock stiffen noticeably at the thought of
having his beautiful eighteen-year-old naked in such close proximity to his
bare cock.  Having revealed his desire involuntarily or not, John knew such
a thing was an accident waiting to happen.  He couldn't let it go that far.
He didn't want to mislead Lily again, though:

   "That would be too much for your old dad, Lily" he said, "why don't you
just open that and I'll show you how to put it on."

   Lily complied, tearing the packet and letting the rubbery thing inside
slip out onto her palm.  She pretty much understood immediately how to use
it.  When her father reached over to take it from her, Lily closed her
fingers on it.

   "Wait," she said, "that's it?  Last night you told me about massaging
and kissing and then all of the sudden we put on a condom?"

   "Well, no, things come in between." His shaft remained standing at
attention.  Now he was thinking about whether he'd have to show Lily how a
man might rub her little pussy until she cried out with pleasure.  That
couldn't happen.

   "What kind of things?" She asked sweetly.

   "Come on Lily, you know what I'm talking about," he said while looking
intently into her eyes, "touching each other, you know...  things we can't
exactly learn about together."

   Lily giggled again; she liked pestering her dad.  Of course she knew
about that stuff.

   John reached for his daughter's hand again and she pulled it away.  He
felt frustrated and horny and for some reason he had this image of pushing
all the furniture away and laying Lily down on the rug to do...  something.

   "Lily," he said sternly, "I thought you wanted to learn?"

   "I do, I do..." Lily hesitated, "but I want to put it on myself."

   He should have expected that.  He should have known that Lily would push
the envelope once again.  His silent desire certainly agreed with her, even
if his reservations didn't.  Yet, John stayed quiet for a the time being.
If he had really wanted to he could have denied her on the spot.

   "Please daddy," she pleaded, "I can already see your hard cock right in
front of me.  Would it really be so bad if I put the condom on you so I can
learn how to myself?"

   No, absolutely not.  That's what John should have said.  That's what he
wanted to say.  That was, until he blinked and was reminded how incredibly
sexy his daughter looked in that black lingerie and how she was still
probably the most stunning girl he'd ever come across, regardless of their
relation.

   He let go of her wrist; he'd been holding it as he debated her request.
Seeing the look in her father's eyes, Lily knew she could continue.

   She opened her palm again and then examined the rubber ring inside. 
Flipping it over, the mischievous little brunette found what looked like
the side that would roll easily down her father's shaft.

   Then she looked right into his eyes.  This was it, she was going to
'learn' by putting a condom on her own father...  her own father whose cock
was hard for her.  The thought made Lily squirm.

   Keeping her eyes on his as much as she could, Lily carefully directed
the condom so it was resting on the very tip of his upright pole.  She
watched her dad take a big breath as she did what came naturally and slowly
pushed her fist down over his head.  John could only stare with amazement.

   The rubber stretched taught in no time, before she could even get her
whole hand around him.  His penis looked even bigger with her small fingers
wrapping around it.  Lily wasn't sure the rubber circle could stretch any
more, but seeing the obvious look of pleasure on her dad's face, she had to
try.

   "It's kind of fun," she told him with a cheeky smile, "does it feel good
when I do this?"

   John had to hold out, he couldn't let this turn into more.  It was his
obligation as a father.  "It's alright," he said, gritting his teeth.

   Lily wouldn't be discouraged.  She felt the lubrication on the part of
the condom she had exposed and brought her hand back up to the tip to push
down again.

   'Fuck,' thought John.  Either she knew what she was doing, or he was
just unlucky.  If Lily kept touching him that way he'd soon lose out in the
battle to NOT enjoy her hand on him.

   John watched as his daughter continued gripping his shaft and urging the
condom further down on him.  Again she lifted her hand and started at the
tip like she was trying to smooth out the layer of rubber between her hand
and his bare cock.

   He focused on that: his young girl wasn't technically touching him, only
the condom.  But the way she was still gliding her hand over the slippery
surface was much more like stroking than simply applying the protection.

   Looking at her John was once again enamored by the wonder in her eyes
and the obvious fulfillment of her youthful curiosity.  He loved so much
about his daughter, not least of which her beauty, but watching her John
was reminded of what a wonderful companion she'd been to him for so long.
He'd watched her grow into this intelligent, adventurous female with
striking beauty.  He'd taught her so much, and so he allowed her to
continue 'learning' rather than to stunt the potential of their exchange.

   "I don't think it can go any further daddy, you're thing is too big,"
alerted Lily.

   "That's normal," said her father, "some are made a little bigger but
these ones always fit me best."

   "But what about here, dad?" Lily said, moving her hand directly to the
base of her father's penis and grabbing on tight.

   "Oh Jesus Lil'!" exclaimed her dad.  'So much for her not touching me
directly,' he thought.

   "What?" she asked, immediately understanding from the way she felt the
underside of his shaft pulse in her hand.  John didn't answer; there was no
reason to, and so Lily continued:

   "If you put it inside me, couldn't some still get out around here and
get me pregnant?" She had the perfect, innocent look as she asked.

   Lily was probably just being completely hypothetical, but how could her
father prevent the immediate thought of both of those things.  One: his own
cock, which she held in her hand, being inserted inside his little girl. 
Just by looking at the faint outline of his daughter's lips behind those
cute black boy shorts, John was sure it would be a difficult fit.  And two,
even though she was mistaken, his cum accidentally getting in Lily's young
womb and what a forbidden yet alluring thing that was.  The thoughts just
seemed to come more naturally when his little girl was gripping his cock in
her hand.

   "No baby, it works just fine that way." he said, trying to shake off the
forbidden images she'd instilled in his mind.  "You see how there's a loose
part at the top?"

   Lily slowly brought her hand all the way up, making sure she had her
fingers wrapped around for the entire motion.  She couldn't get enough of
the feeling of her father's cock in her hand; it was surprisingly warm and
thick enough that she couldn't touch her two fingers together without
trying really hard.  When she paused for a second, she could feel his
heartbeat pulsing within.  Truthfully, she wanted to feel his whole cock
without the condom on but instead she just crossed her fingers that he
wouldn't end the lesson to soon.

   When Lily's hand came to her father's tip, John inhaled deeply once
more. Everything about her touch seemed to make him anxious for more.

   "When you're having sex with one of these on and the man ejaculates,
hopefully all of it stays up here."

   "Ohhh.." Lily replied repeating the motion of bringing her hand from
base to tip again.  "Hopefully?"

   "Well, it's not common, but sometimes the condom can break and that's
obviously not good."

   "Obviously!" said Lily adorably.  "Is it only during sex?"

   "That it can break, or that a man has an orgasm?"

   "Well," she pondered, still moving her hand deliberately along her dad's
length, "both I guess?"

   John hadn't meant to say it aloud, but trying so hard to stay composed
had him mixed up, "well if you keep doing that I might cum right here."

   There was no taking it back, and Lily didn't miss a beat: "Keep moving
my hand like this daddy?" Her hand began moving more consistently, up and
down on her father's protected pole.

   She was emboldened by the pleasure in her father's voice when he'd
admitted it.  Lily thought that might happen.  In fact, she hoped it might,
so she kept up her attention and watched as her dad rolled his head back
and let her continue.

   Then he surprised her.  Of its own volition, John's hand found the thigh
of his cross legged daughter.  His hand had been resting on her tiny hip
for a while, but his fingers wanted more Lily was sitting facing him the
whole time she'd been practicing on his cock, and it was too easy to simply
shift his hand.

   First he rubbed firmly at her soft surface of her leg, moving in circles
as his fingers experimented and rubbed his daughter suggestively.  Her skin
was just as warm and inviting as it looked, and Lily instantly enjoyed her
daddy touching her.  It just felt like the right thing to do at the time,
and feeling her unapologetically was empowering.  John wanted more.  He'd
made promises to himself, yet his fingertips disobediently inched closer to
the bottoms he'd been admiring.  Her father's touch made Lily nervous.  She
was aware of what was happening and completely willing, but nobody had ever
touched her there before.  Lily knew she was worried for no reason.  She
could feel totally safe with her dad, yet her hastened, excited breaths
didn't stop.

   And then her dad's fingers were at her panties.  They pushed firmly on
the mound above her shaved pussy.  Lily quietly cooed.  She was burning for
him, though she had no idea what her dad's intentions were.  He was slowly
moving his fingers and touching everywhere but the burning center of her
pelvis, and she was pretty sure that's where she wanted him the most.

   Feeling a bit frustrated after a moment of that, Lily's hand, which had
continued stroking her father all along, felt the ridge of the silly rubber
ring that still covered her dad's penis.  Each time her hand rolled up, the
ring did too.  If she just did it a few times, it would pop right back off.

   And it did.  By the time John finally put his fingers directly on the
cloth-covered mound of his daughter, he didn't dare stop her from holding
his bare cock in her hand.  Lily just rolled the condom back the way it had
come and let it fall to the ground.  Her hand still had enough of the
lubricant on it that she could slide it on her father's naked shaft; she
liked it much better that way.  There was even a little fluid coming out of
his tip by then, thought the teenager, and she used that to ease her
strokes too.  Obviously, if she kept up the good work, he'd orgasm just
like he told her.  She wondered what that would be like without the
protective condom on.

   His fingers felt so wonderful on her.  John was doing what Lily liked
the most, though he couldn't have known, and that was to gently rub his
finger between and around Lily's sensitive lips.  She was so fired up that
it immediately made her shudder with excitement and pleasure.  Lily scooted
closer to her dad, still facing him and letting him get closer to rub her
pussy better.

   "Oh sweetie, keep going," he instructed her, "you're gonna make your dad
come."

   John had promised not to go any further.  This was only supposed to be a
lesson.  But she felt so good, and looking at her he was proud to watch his
beautiful daughter stroke his cock as he rubbed her tiny pussy through her
panties.  It seemed only a shade more taboo for them to touch each other
than to simply learn how to put a condom on.  He wasn't having sex with
Lily, after all, only teaching her about foreplay and how to please a man.

   "Oh fuck daddy, you're really good at that.  It feels good when you
touch me."

   "You too honey.  Lay back a little, I'm getting closer."

   "Oh keep going Dad!  Don't stop touching my pussy," she was writhing her
hips around in rhythm to her father's strong, massaging fingers.  The way
he was pushing them just right on her clit and the thin lips of her quim
was inexplicably wonderful.  Lily quickly obeyed her dad and leaned back in
the chair so he could do to her what he wanted.  She could only hope for
him to do something more.

   Lily saw the way her dad was positioning himself between her legs as she
stroked him.  It couldn't be, but a part of her wondered if he was thinking
what she was.  If he just reached down and pulled off her underwear, his
big cock would be so close to her pussy.  Would he ever consider teaching
her about that, about how it would feel if he slid his hard penis inside of
her and became the first man to claim her virgin pussy?

   No, they couldn't.  Lily had taken the condom off her dad and there was
no way he'd risk getting her pregnant, she reasoned.  It was so naughty of
her to think about it, but somehow the thought of her getting pregnant with
her dad didn't deter her as it should have.  She couldn't know it then, but
a similar thought had crossed her father's mind as well.

   "Are you going to cum daddy?"

   "Yesss..." her father hissed.  "Do you know what's gonna happen baby?"
He had just instinctively lined up in front of his daughter because it was
what he wanted, but hadn't thought to ask her permission.

   "Are you going to squirt your cum on me daddy?" Lily asked between
breaths as she was trying to focus her attention on her dad and not on the
escalating distraction of pleasure.

   "Uh huh, do you want me to Lil'?  John requested.

   "Yes daddy....  mmmnnhh...oh fuck.  You're gonna make me cum too," she
looked so beautiful as she continued moving her hand and simultaneously
wriggling under her dad's fingers.  "Don't stop...no...don't stop..." Lily
begged.  She was doing such a good job, thought her father.

   Lily was trying so hard to please her dad when she started to shudder
from the onset of her climax on his fingers.  She brought two hands to her
father's cock and prayed that she was doing it right.  She couldn't even
keep her eyes open, or at least pointed in his direction.  She'd never felt
so much tension and desire released in an orgasm as the one her dad was
causing her to feel.  She knew she had succeeded when she felt the first
warm spray of her father's cum on her bare stomach.

   John looked down at his little girl.  She was beautifully laid back on
the arm of the couch and shaking visibly as her father continued to
stimulate her pussy through the release.  His cock spurted an incredible
amount onto the eighteen-year-old's midsection.

   "Daddy...  oh my god...  fuck...  please!"

   He just kept going, and her hips tried to lift in retreat.  It had come
on so quickly, but John was going to make sure his teenage daughter had
every bit as powerful an orgasm as he was.  And still Lily held on with two
hands and pumped her father's cock right at her, coaxing each jet of white
semen onto a different vacant stretch of her stomach.

   Lily's orgasm lasted longer than her father's, and it was a beautiful
thing to watch.  She moaned loud enough that John worried she would wake
someone up.  Fortunately the closest room was his wife's, and she was a
heavy sleeper.  A few times, Lily's eyes stared into her father's when she
could tear her concentration away from all the stimuli.

   When she finally came to, they both looked together at the mess they'd
created all over the surface of Lily's abdomen.  That was definitely not
what John had in mind when his daughter had asked to put a condom on him.
Yet, he didn't feel even slightly compelled to complain.

   "Your cum is so warm too dad!  I can feel it all over my tummy!"

   "You like that feeling Lily?  Your dad liked feeling you make him come
honey."

   "Yeah daddy, I like it almost as much as the orgasm you gave me!"

   She looked beautiful with the ropes of his white semen shot on her tan
skin.  It was so wrong, and simultaneously one of the sexiest things he'd
ever seen.  Lily wearing that incredible black lingerie just for him was a
treat enough, but the act of coating her with his sperm after teaching her
how to put a condom on seemed too much to comprehend.  He had to admit,
that couldn't have worked out any better for him.

   "You know, you said you just wanted to put on condom on me honey, were
you lying?"

   "No daddy, I swear!" Lily promised, "I just...  I don't know, I wanted
to make you feel good, and you're penis felt so big and warm and I just
wanted to keep jerking it.  I couldn't stop!"

   He loved hearing her prattle on.  She was so innocent and yet sexy at
the same time.  John quickly flipped around and maneuvered Lily so she
could lay back in his arms.  His hand came to rest around her shoulder with
his fingers resting right at the tops of her breasts.  Of course he
immediately began caressing the tops of her mounded breasts.  Below, the
fresh ribbons of cum on the pretty high schooler's stomach began to cool
and Lily could feel the night air tickling all the wet spots down there. 
But her dad was warm enough to keep her comfortable.

   "It's okay baby, I don't mind.  You did such a good job too.  Should we
clean you up now?"

   "No Daddy, just let it stay like this for a little bit.  I like it, it's
like you marked me yours."

   John loved that thought, and loved even more that his daughter saw it
that way.  In his eyes, Lily was his very own.

   Exhausted after all of it, father and daughter dozed off.  The image of
holding his teenage daughter in his arms, her flat stomach still glazed
with his cum, and the peaceful look on her face as she fell asleep was
something John hoped to never forget.  He dreamed of Lily, even as he held
her, exploring unspoken curiosities of what lessons she might ask of him
next.

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   It was a glint of sunlight that awoke him some number of hours later. 
At first, he rolled his shoulders back to loosen up, feeling a weight on
his arm and chest as he did so.  He looked down to see his daughter nuzzled
under his arm in the same incredible lingerie, though seeing her
practically naked form in the light of the morning was arguably better. 
Then he saw the drying, but some still damp streaks on her stomach from
where she'd spent him the night before.

   "Shit!" John said aloud.

   Lily awoke, hearing her father's voice.  "Mmmmnhhh," she murmured,
pulling at his torso with her hands, "good morning daddy."

   She sounded so adorable to John that he didn't want to just toss her
from his hold and make her feel like they'd made a huge mistake.

   "Lily," he shook her, "you have to get up."

   When she opened her eyes, Lily saw that her father's cock was completely
erect again.  He'd had enough time to get a good look at the gorgeous teen
before he'd realized they were still very exposed and in an unquestionably
forbidden position together on the couch.  "Ooo," the devious little
brunette said with excitement, reaching over casually and grazing her
father's cock with her gentle touch.  His muscle flexed at the feeling. 
"Should we do another lesson dad?"

   As Lily wrapped her hand around his cock, John almost threw caution to
the wind and allowed her to stroke her like they'd done the night before.
But the prospects of continuing to teach his daughter everything he wanted
to got the better of him.

   "Yes, but we can't now honey.  It's morning; we've got to get up and get
cleaned up before your mother or brother see us.

   "That would be really naughty, wouldn't it daddy?  We could get in so
much trouble if someone saw how much cum I made you squirt on my tummy last
night." Lily was obviously enjoying the taboo.  "Especially if I said how
much I liked doing it!" She sat up excitedly, "And how much I liked when
you rubbed my pussy daddy!  Can't we do it again, please?"

   "Lily, no!" John cautioned, "please honey, we've got to get you out of
sight and cleaned off!"

   "Hmmmph," Lily pouted, watching her father stand up and cover up his
erection with his pants.

   She didn't want to have to pretend ALL DAY that she and her dad weren't
exploring an exciting new path in their relationship.  But now she was
feeling disappointed and kind of mad, being shuffled off by her dad like
nothing had happened.  She got to her feet unenthusiastically as her father
took her hands and pulled her up, against her will.

   "Lily," he said, taking her down-turned face in his hands and lifting it
towards his own, "I love you sweetheart," John sounded truly sincere and
paused, "We can keep having our lessons, but I think you're smart enough to
know that if anyone saw you like this..."

   John ran a finger down his daughter's neck, across her collarbone and
then hooked the top of her bra, playfully tugging it like he wanted to see
her hidden nipple inside.  When Lily looked down she was warming up again,
reassured that her father wanted her.  They both saw the messy surface of
Lily's midsection together, causing Lily to smile with pride.

   At any moment his wife could have walked down the stairs and seen him
touching his daughter.  There wasn't a chance she could miss the results of
the previous evening splattered on the half-naked brunette's front.  Still,
he was powerless when his offspring looked up into his eyes with that
sultry grin and big blue eyes full of content; he just had to kiss her.

   At first, Lily didn't know what to do.  It didn't feel like any other
kiss that they'd shared, right from the start.  Her father's warm palms on
either side of her face were wonderful, she stepped up onto her toes and
pressed her lips more firmly against his.  She felt the tent in her
father's pants brushing just above the waist of her bottoms.  If she could
have stayed there forever, she would have, especially when their mouths
parted and opened to each other.  Lily was inexperienced, but somehow she
felt inspired to dart her tongue between their connected lips.

   Lily's presence was intoxicating to her father, who was feeling the
nervousness of their exposure build while he began to fear that they would
start something he couldn't stop.  His hands were already moving toward
Lily's sides; he couldn't get enough of touching her there.  When finally
they reached there, both Lily and John were getting more aggressive about
kissing each other and wanting more.  John had to put a stop to it before
they were found.

   He firmly grabbed under Lily's rib cage and pushed her back from him,
watching her lean in to maintain contact with his lips.  She gasped again
and glared at him like she was going to throw a fit.  He couldn't yield to
her, no matter how much he wanted to reach out and pull off her tiny bra
and panties so she could be his pouting AND naked little daughter
simultaneously.

   "Nope," he said aloud, alerting them both that he would not be
continuing.  Lily felt her dad twist her hips away from him and then with a
step towards her and two hands on the cheeks of her mostly uncovered butt,
push her toward the door to the house.  Lily looked back at her father and
bit her lip for him before finally obeying him and heading toward the
house. He watched her the whole way thinking 'my god am I in some trouble
with that one.'

   While John was inspecting the area, picking up the hardly used condom
that Lily had cast on the floor, he started making promises he knew he
couldn't keep again.  'This is a bad idea,' he thought, 'I should put an
end to it right now.'

   Lily was in the shower, feeling all different kinds of things as she
remembered all the places on her body where her dad had touched her, and
finally her midsection where he had coated her in spunk.  She felt silly
and lovesick wondering if her dad would let her keep pursuing their
'lessons,' if they could even be called that anymore.  The whole time she
wore a huge smile thinking of him; her dad had made her feel truly
wonderful and she craved his attention even more.  "You look fresh this
morning," her mother commented when Lily came downstairs, her dad was
avoiding eye contact because he didn't want to give them away.

   "You think?" implored Lily, "I guess dad and I didn't get too carried
away last night and I slept really well.  Perhaps we should go crazy
tonight though."

   The look on her father's face was priceless as he gazed at her over his
orange juice glass.

   "Well you can count me out, you two stay up way too late for me.  What
do you even talk about all that time?"

   "I don't know," said Lily, "anything, everything.  Most stuff I don't
even remember, but we have a lot of fun together, don't we Daddy?"

   John tried to act completely normal as his daughter threw her arms
around him from behind.  In truth, nothing she said would necessarily tip
his wife off.  Thankfully, she couldn't see beneath the table because even
the slightest touch by his naughty teenager was causing his pants to stir.
'Yep...trouble,' he thought again.  John decided to play along with Lily;
it excited him to keep the secret from Rachel.

   "I guess I'm just trying to teach my baby everything she wants to know
before she leaves us." John snuck his arm around Lily and tugged her over
to his side.  His wife had stopped paying attention to them, so he dared
snake his fingers under the hem of his daughter's shirt.  As his hand came
upon her sexy and now cleaned-off abs, he finished: "We cover a lot of
things don't we honey?"

   Lily opened her mouth in shock and mouthed 'DAD' at him.  His fingers
traced the ribbons that had been there only minutes before.  When the
silence was long enough that John worried his wife might look, they broke
apart.

   "Well," Rachel said, finally looking up from her phone, "the Murphy's
are getting here tomorrow so I expect you both to be good guests.  Lily,
maybe you can save some of that nighttime conversation for Brian?"

   As usual, that seemed to kill the mood and Lily went outside to sit in
the morning sun soon after.  John felt for his daughter; Rachel didn't seem
to care at all how Lily actually felt about it, she just kept pushing.  He
knew that he had at least a day and a night full of his wife and that
annoying Eileen cackling and talking about nonsense and reality shows until
they finally went to bed.  He didn't know yet how they'd deal with the son,
Brian, but he'd figure that out.

   Most of all, as John looked out at his daughter laying out on a towel in
yet another swimsuit, he was hoping they might get one more night alone. 
She would be the death of him, thought John as he recalled that he'd
recently sworn not to take things any further, again.

   But that suit!  Could she wear anything that didn't cause him to
fantasize jumping her in the lawn without a care who saw.  This one was no
less revealing than the last, more even.  It started with the hot pink,
strapless top.  Lily's little, tanned shoulders uncovered revealed a
charming tan line where they would usually be covered.  The strip that went
around her toned back was pretty simple, save the two cups that supported
her breasts.  He could not fathom how it stayed up.  He couldn't decide if
the bottoms were a thong or not.  Perhaps he was just being prude, but they
didn't look to be more than an inch wide in any spot.  John guessed that
somehow made them okay.

   He must have stared at her all day and so did plenty of other men, he
noticed, as she was water-skiing or sitting in the boat.  It pained him to
have little or no ability to get his hands on her all day; they were simply
never alone.  John truly enjoyed when he caught Lily staring his way,
clearly deep in thought.  Nobody knew; nobody could know, but having
something between them as intimate as the last few nights they had spent
together was driving both John and Lily crazy in the best way.

   Once, when they were swimming in the water together, Lily's mom and
brother had gotten back onto the boat to grab a snack and a beer from the
cooler.  Lily and her dad were mostly out of sight near the other side of
the boat, wearing lifejackets to keep them comfortably afloat.

   "Hi Daddy," Lily had said in the most adorable way she could, pursing
her lips together.

   "Hi baby," said her dad, floating closer to her steadily.

   "I've been thinking about our lesson last night; I think you left a few
things out." Lily implied.

   "I've been thinking about it too." John replied, feeling Lily reaching
out for him under the water.  He checked back up toward the boat, where his
wife and son had sat down and were chatting while they snacked and drank
beer.  "What did I leave out?"

   Lily kept quiet for a moment.  She felt her dad's hips come into contact
with hers and she instantly knew that he was hard.  Instead of answering
him, Lily maneuvered her hips so that she could wrap her legs around him
and trap his cock between them.  Dan's hands quickly went to her sides, but
whether to hold her off or to keep her on he did not know.

   John checked, the coast was still clear.

   "Lily, don't you think this is going a little far?" He asked as he felt
Lily's hips rotate around and his bulging cock being rubbed on the spot he
just knew was her tiny quim.

   "What?" she asked as if they were doing nothing wrong, "You'd just be
teaching, and we'd never have to do anything skin-to-skin if you didn't
want to?"

   "Where's the fun in that?" John said without thinking, then immediately
regretting it.

   Lily looked stunned, and even when her dad told her he was just kidding,
she didn't believe him.  She did keep grinding her hips on him, and for a
silent moment or two, they just stayed locked together, only ten feet from
their other family members and making some totally forbidden and yet
amazing contact under the water.

   "So...  tonight?" Lily asked.

   "Tonight." said her dad.

   Lily reached down between them and took hold of her father's cock
through his shorts, slowly pushing him away but obviously knowing the
effect she was having on him.  In truth, John wished the contact had never
happened, because afterwards he couldn't get out of the water for ten solid
minutes, he still had to be tortured by the eighteen-year-old in that sexy
swimsuit all day.  Watching her breasts bounce inside it as they played
lawn games that day was one of the worst teases he'd ever experienced in
his life.

   "Early day tomorrow, hun?" John goaded his wife when he'd finally
reached the end of his patience.

   "Yes, and on that note I'm off to bed.  You too better not get into too
much trouble tonight, because I'm getting you up early!"

   "Yeah yeah," said John, "you're the one that's gonna have the hangover
after all of those margaritas."

   "Oh shut up!" said his wife, "just get her to bed at a reasonable hour,
will you?"

   "What about Daniel, doesn't he need to go to bed early?" interjected
Lily.

   Daniel had taken the boat across the lake to a friend's home and he said
he'd be back just after dark.  It had been dark for a while by then, so he
was probably staying over.

   "Don't you worry about your brother," said Lily's mother, "he doesn't
really have to entertain anyone tomorrow like you do."

   "MOM!  I told you!  I don't want to be Brian's personal tour guide, this
is my vacation too."

   "Yes yes, just get some rest tonight alright?"

   Lily only grumbled.

   "Goodnight honey," said John as she went off to bed leaving her husband
and daughter alone.

   For a few long minutes, Lily and John just stared at each other half
smiling and half testing the other's reserve.

   "Do you want to go down by the water and lay on a blanket with me
Daddy?"

   "Sure," said John, glad one of them had finally spoke up.

   He still took the opportunity to watch his lithe little teen stand up
and show off her body to him while she searched for the right blanket. 
When she found it, she strutted over to her dad with a hand extended to
help him out of his seat.  John stood up and pressed against her; he knew
where this night was heading and it had his emotions in overdrive.

   Together they spread the blanket on the grass by the moonlit water. 
Lily lay down on her back and stretched out for her dad to see.  She wanted
him to want her like he had the night before.  He did, John just didn't
want to be too upfront about it for fear he couldn't control himself.

   He lay down next to her and traced one finger from her small chin all
the way to the spot just above her bottoms.  Lily shivered in anticipation.

   "I really liked what we did last night daddy, you know that right?" Lily
said.

   "I did too Lil', but I want to really careful that I don't take
advantage of you."

   Truthfully, that's exactly what Lily wanted him to do, but she felt like
she shouldn't outright say it.  "I promise you're not daddy, I'll tell you
any time I feel uncomfortable."

   That made her dad feel a bit better, and the way he added a few fingers
to the path of his hand on her stretched out body told Lily that too.

   "Can we practice the condom again Dad?"

   "...sure honey," John said after a short pause.  He got out the box from
his pocket and Lily eagerly took it from him.

   "Let me take those off for you dad," she said after she'd gotten a
wrapper out of the box.

   John watched as his naughty little girl unbuttoned his trunks and tugged
them down, but then swung her leg over him so she was straddling his
thighs. It was almost too close for comfort, and where his cock had only
been partially hard before, he was quickly solid.  Lily giggled when she
saw it harden before her eyes.

   "You like it when I'm on top huh daddy?" asked Lily, sounding
irresistible.

   "Yes, but you be good now Lily, just the condom this time okay?" He was
trying so hard to stay on track.

   Even so, Lily grabbed right for his cock first.  Her hand on him felt
amazing, though John did give his daughter a knowing stare to knock it off.
After she'd held him tight and even jerked her hand a little up and down,
Lily went to work putting the condom on her father.

   This time she did it faster with only about three strokes downward, to
John's dismay.

   "There," she said, sitting back, "how did I do?"

   "That was good Lily, I think you're learning." He replied.  She'd gone
too fast, John was thinking that at the very least he could feel her little
hand on him for more than a few seconds and the lesson could stay
relatively innocent..

   "Well since I did so good, could I learn a little more?" she asked,
trying to sound naive.

   John felt cut short, he couldn't help himself, "Sure baby, what do you
want to know?"

   "I want to know what you'd do next?  Like, if I wasn't your daughter,
what would you do.?"

   "Well..." John started, wondering if he could bring himself to answer,
"I think you know what a condom is for Lily?"

   "For us to have sex?"

   "No..." John recovered, "not for US to have sex Lily, you know we can't
do that."

   "I KNOW Daaad...  I didn't say you actually had to put your cock inside
me, I just want to know what comes next."

   John couldn't take it.  The way Lily was talking was so inappropriate it
almost made him mad.  Of course, she still held his shaft in her hand after
he'd given her permission to put a condom on him so he had no right to
scold her.  But really saying 'put your cock inside me;'she couldn't be
completely serious.  Deep down, John knew what his daughter was doing, so
he also knew that if he let things continue that he was disregarding his
own promises.  He groaned in frustration and swiftly flipped the two of
them around so he was in charge.  Lily laughed aloud when she found herself
on her back so suddenly.

   The rearrangement had pulled Lily tight against her dad, putting his
cock, which was thankfully covered, right against those tiny black bottoms
Lily had picked out just for her dad.  They both looked down and saw it,
and the incestuous nature of the proximity chipped away at John's reserve.

   "I think I should be naked Daddy," Lily said, squirming.  She took her
dad's cock in her hand right near her little pussy.  John didn't feel it
was fair.

   "I don't think so Lily, even with the condom on that is too risky."

   "Why is it risky dad, can't you just show me how we would do it?  Like
how it looks before you put it in, and how we come together and stuff.  I
don't want to be totally clueless when I do this for the first time."

   The reminder that Lily was a virgin made his cock jump again.  This was
ridiculous.  No.  She could not get naked and lie down in front of him so
they could 'pretend' to have sex.

   "It's risky Lily, because I you are very beautiful and I don't think I
can handle you naked without wanting more than our lesson."

   There, he said it.  Lily loved it.  She was far from giving up.

   "Please daddy, take my clothes off?" She begged, "I just want to be as
close to the real thing as possible.  I want to be naked for you."

   Lily pushed her breasts upward by arching her back off the blanket.  Her
hips again urged that tiny mound of hers against her father's cock.  It was
so stupid by then, pretending that they were just practicing or learning
when John's cock was only a layer of fabric and a request away from taking
his daughter's virginity.

   What was even more foolish was pretending that he hadn't been dying to
get his baby out of her tiny swimsuit.  As he gazed down at her body and
the close proximity of their lower halves, John decided that he didn't want
to see the outfit on her anymore, he just wanted his daughter naked and
completely his.

   He reached down to her torso and, though surprised he'd finally agreed,
Lily rolled to the side to give him access.  John reached behind her and
tugged the clasp apart that was holding her top on.  Lily didn't move an
inch after she'd laid back flat.  She was testing her father to see if he
could follow through.  Sure enough, he did.

   When he finally pulled the pink swimsuit top free, John no longer
regretted making the decision.  Her breasts were so incredible, perky and
round atop her chest that he went right for them.  His hips ground against
hers involuntarily as his hand came to hold on to one soft mound.  Lily
gasped as her father palmed her tit, and then moaned as she felt his cock
directly on top of her damp lips.  John could feel her tiny nipple pressing
into his palm.  Touching her, and seeing his topless daughter beneath him
nearly gave him a heart attack.

   So, he hesitated little in reaching down to remove her bikini panties as
well.  Lily was so happy about it that she couldn't hide a giant smile. 
God did she look pretty.  When the black bottoms came over her knees, then
her ankles and finally off her foot, John knew he was done for.

   She was, as before, totally shaven.  Her lips were small, not yielding a
bit to reveal the entrance to her tight insides.  Her entire mound was
glistening in the moonlight, wet with desire for her father.  Lily spread
her legs so he could reposition himself in front of her.

   "Careful honey," he warned.

   "Ohhhh daad," she called to him as his hand returned to her teenage
breasts, "is this how it would feel...  if we were really going to do it?"

   "Yes baby...  if."

   "I feel so nervous I think I could explode," Lily told him

   "Why are you nervous honey?"

   "Because I'm naked just for you now daddy and I don't know what you're
thinking," Lily said truthfully

   "I'm thinking that you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen Lily."
John said, meaning it.

   Lily responded physically to the compliment, both smiling and then
lifting her hips toward her dad.  Whether she meant to or not, it caused
her soaked mound to come in contact directly with the underside of her
father's shaft.  They both flinched, but Lily did not back away.

   "Mnnnhhh...  Daddy...  ohmyGod," Lily cooed, feeling her father push her
hips back down with his own.  John couldn't deny the pleasure he felt doing
so, but he was still so worried he would end up taking his daughter's
virginity because he couldn't resist.

   "How does it feel dad, when if first goes in?" she asked, intoxicated
with lust for him.

   "With you Lily?  I think it would be very tight your first time.  We'd
have to go very slow so you could adjust."

   "But would it feel good daddy?" She implored, breathing heavy with her
father's warm hand on her breast.

   "Yes baby, it would feel good if we did it right." John merely spoke in
streams of consciousness.  He was beside himself, driven by pleasure, love
for his little girl, and a faltering resistance to being his daughter's
first.

   "But we can't, right?"

   This time John was surprised, and not sure that he was glad that Lily
was the one being responsible.

   "Right sweetie, that's not allowed between the two of us."

   "Even if I ask you to?  Even if we both wanted to?" Lily said with wide
eyes searching his.

   "Yes honey, it's still incest."

   "Can you just slide your cock on me like we were before daddy?  I really
want to feel that again, I promise we don't have to do any more."

   John answered by acting instead of talking.  He closed the gap between
their hips and looked down to that pretty spot where Lily's tiny slit would
accept him.  He rotated his hips so that the underside of his shaft planted
right between his teen's puffy lips.

   "Right there dad, uh huhhh...  "

   "You're very pretty down there too Lily," said her dad, making her
blush, "does that feel good?"

   "Yes daddy, you're a really good teacher...  unhhh," Lily continued
playing, "can you slide it on my pussy, like how you would if it was in
me?"

   John did just that, eliciting a moan from his eighteen-year-old
immediately.  He'd never felt so utterly aroused with a woman before in his
life, and he wasn't even making love to his daughter...yet.  'NO,' he
reminded himself.  But god did she look so good.  He hadn't imagined that
Lily got any prettier; she'd been wearing so little that he had only to
fill in the blanks.  But looking down at his beautiful daughter, John knew
he had been wrong.

   "Fuckkk daaaad...  your cock feels so good.....ohhhhh....  even better
than your fingers."

   Hearing Lily say things like that was mind-blowing.  It reminded him of
exactly what they were doing, and the forbidden nature of it spurred him
on. John increased the pace at which he was thrusting against his little
girl, his staff working between her lips to stimulate her clit and every
other millimeter it touched.

   "Oooo keep doing that daddy...  it's almost like you're fucking me for
real..." Lily paused and looked her father right in the eyes, sharing the
moment with him as she experienced the sensation of his shaft sliding
wonderfully against her pussy "mnnnh, I love you so much dad."

   "I love you too honey, you're such a good girl."

   "Mnnngh...is THIS being your good girl?" she asked, helping him grind
into her with an upward thrust of her hips.  "Having an orgasm from my
daddy's cock...oh uhhh fuuuck...  is being good?" Lily asked incredulously.

   John was becoming wild upon hearing his daughter's words.  He had no
idea where she got them from, but it made him want her even more.  John and
his daughter were getting close to cumming again, this time a little
differently, but they could both read it on each other easily.

   "Daddy?" Lily bit her lip and tried to look cute, "I want you to make me
your bad girl."

   John kept moving his hips, but slowed.  "What do you mean Lil'?"

   They stayed silent for a moment, looking down to watch John's cock
sliding amazingly against his teenager's young quim.

   "Teach me daddy...  uhhh..." she cooed, wrapping a leg around her
father's backside so he wouldn't stop stimulating her pussy, "teach me what
your cock feels like inside me."

   John slowed to a near stop, discerning whether he'd heard her right.

   "Please....  ohhhplease...  I want you to!" she pleaded, "don't you want
to put your big cock in me daddy?  Finally?  I want it so bad."

   How could he say no.  How could he deny that he'd dreamed of this very
moment, even after how many times he'd promised himself not to.  His
daughter was the most beautiful young girl, inside and out; would he really
pass up an opportunity to make love to her?

   "You have a condom on so it's safe," Lily went on.  "Don't you want to
fuck your little girl?  She wants to feel your hard cock inside her... 
please daddy, put it in me?"

   John had inched his hips outward so his tip was close enough that both
he and Lily wondered if they would soon be locked in incest.  He looked up
and down his little girl's body, knowing that it would only move him closer
to the deed.  When his eyes landed on Lily's big blues, wide and begging
him to take her, he decided.

   "I do Lily, I've been thinking about you for a while now.  But are you
sure you want me to be your first?"

   "Since forever," Lily said, the truth of it in her eyes.

   One more time, John slid his cock up the path between his daughter's
lips.  This time, the distance that he traveled up her pelvis showed just
how much of her father's penis would be inside her.  Lily was floored, but
no less willing to try.

   "Fuck me daddy." she said when he'd finished the act.  The readiness was
apparent in her voice.

   "Put your hand there Lily...oh that's it little one," he instructed,
watching as she did so and then groaning when her fingers wrapped around
him.  "Now put the tip right near your....ohhh..."

   Lily was ahead of him, and rubbed her clit with his tip first before
obeying him.  John was lucky to be wearing the condom, otherwise he might
have cum right in her entrance.

   He pushed once.  Lily's lips tried to yield, but he'd been too gentle.

   Again, John pushed, the wetness of Lily's young pussy beckoning his head
into her.  It almost did, but lingered on the outside still.  If he did it
one more time...  just a little harder...  Lily, his own daughter, would no
longer be a virgin by his own doing.  The reality was so magnetic that John
almost buried himself into her all the way.

   Then came the deep chugging of a boat engine.

   It was close.  Very close.

   Lily's eyes read a mixture of desire, nervousness and then terror in
realizing what was happening.  Her father's cockhead was still prodding at
her entrance and she was but a second from giving her virginity to her own
father.  She wanted it so badly she could scream!

   'NO!' she shouted inwardly instead.  Lily tried to pull her father
deeper with her leg but he was too strong.  He recognized immediately that
his son had come back from across the lake.

   "No daddy...  please!" Lily whispered to him, begging him not to stop.

   But his hips had already pulled back, and the tip of his cock, which had
Lily anticipating the most wonderful moment of her adult life was gone. 
She and her father had finally crossed the line of merely wanting each
other into something much more, and it was stolen out from under them in a
second.  She cursed her brother.

   "I'm so sorry Lily, but we have got to move NOW!"

   They didn't have time, so he scooped Lily up, blanket, swimsuit and
everything and rushed toward the house as they heard the boat connect with
the dock.  In seconds it would be tied up and Lily's brother could have
seen their father with his cock planted inside his own little sister.  If
only he had come back a few seconds later, God she hated him right then. 
He ruined everything!

   When he got to the house, John set Lily down.  She was riotous.  She
couldn't tell if she was furious with her dad, her brother, or nobody at
all, she just was.  It was so obvious on her face that her father didn't
need to ask.

   "I know you're mad Lily, but you didn't really want me to keep going
with your brother right there did you?"

   She wasn't going to give in.  Not a chance.  "Yes, I did dad!  All I
wanted was for you to make me yours, and you just stopped!  It was dark,
you don't know if he would have seen!"

   John wished she would keep her voice down, he tried to hush her with a
finger to his lips.

   "I was naked for you dad, and I told you how much I loved you and that I
wanted you to take my virginity,,, and you said you wanted to too!"

   She was hardly talking quieter.  He looked down and saw Daniel walking
back their way on the dock.  It was too dark to see all the way across the
yard, but they couldn't stay there.

   "I do!  But please sweetie, for me, you have to go to your room and get
in bed.  I'll deal with your brother."

   Lily was horrified.  She could not believe her dad was now telling her
to go to bed like a child.  She went, but was so mad she could hardly stand
it.  With her bikini in hand, John watched as his naked, angry little girl
scampered upstairs to her room.  He knew she was throwing a tantrum because
she probably felt used, and deprived and even a little confused.  Hopefully
she would come around, but they were not going to be able to follow through
that night.

   In the nick of time, John realized that he too had no pants on, so he
grabbed a pair and dressed.  Before shoving his erection up into the belt,
he removed the condom, noticing that the tip was still shining wet from
being at the entrance of his baby's pussy.  Somehow, all his son saw when
he walked in the door was his father in the same chair on the screened in
porch with a beer.  He had no idea.

   All John could think about as his son went on about who he was with and
what they'd been doing across the lake was his little girl.  He knew she'd
be lying, possibly naked, in her bedroom upstairs.  She was probably so mad
at him, and there was nothing he could do about it.  Her fit little body
would be curled up in bed and her face scrunched up into a pouting frown.
His little brunette had been sprawled out in front of him for the taking,
and the denial of sliding his throbbing member inside her untouched pussy
was unbearable.

   If his son could have just gone to bed, he might have been able to go
and resurrect the tryst with Lily, and assure her that he still wanted her
as badly as he had when she'd been begging him to take her.  Instead, by
the time John and Daniel turned in and John checked in on Lily, she was
fast asleep on her side facing away from the door.  He didn't want to risk
waking her or the anger she'd surely be harboring about their failed
encounter.  Closing the door despondently, he whispered goodnight and hoped
she would sleep it off.

   In truth, Lily was wide awake and knew her father had opened the door to
see if she was okay but refused to let him win.  She was still fuming that
he'd stopped short of what she wanted so badly, and was determined to
punish him for it.  Still, Lily could feel a nagging warmth between her
legs, a tingling remnant of the sensation of the tip of her father's cock
hovering just outside her tiny opening.  She would get what she wanted, but
it was going to be on her terms, Lily promised herself.

   -----------------------------

   The next morning was met with a flurry of activity, mostly as a result
of Lily's mom making sure everything was ready for their guests to arrive.
She was cleaning places in the cabin that nobody had even touched since
they arrived, and there was not a second to devote to the little drama that
existed between Lily and her father.

   They exchanged a few glances, and Lily was tempted to reach out and
touch her father's arm once or twice as they passed in the hall, but she
refrained.  Still wound up about the night before, Lily felt like the only
way to tell her dad she was upset was to go radio silence on him.  So
that's what she did.

   And it worked.  John was wound up too, wondering if he'd finally gone
too far with Lily.  What was she feeling about how close they'd come to
having sex the night before?  For the last few days it had seemed like Lily
didn't miss a single opportunity to flirt with her father, but now John was
experiencing a coldness only his wife could have taught her.

   Things only worsened when Eileen and her son, Brian, arrived.  There was
not a second for John to pull Lily aside and talk to her about what had
happened, or to apologize for leaving her in the dark the way he had.  They
said their greetings and as expected, Eileen and Rachel immediately went
off chatting about silly drama at the country club and whatever else.  John
went through the obligatory small-talk with Brian: where he was going to
school and what he was studying.

   From the moment Brian laid eyes on Lily, John knew he liked what he saw.
Just watching the look on his face when Lily greeted them in her tank top
and jean shorts, John knew the kid was impressed.  Nothing about Lily's
body was TOO accentuated.  Her breasts were not overly large, nor her butt
or her legs too thin...  she was just perfectly put together.  The shorts
she wore wrapped snugly around her hips and between that sought-after gap
in her thighs.  The top, simple and gray cotton, had not a wrinkle in it as
it held hugged her taut midsection and held those beautiful breasts in
place.  And with just a touch of make-up, Lily was striking and she hadn't
even tried to be.

   The boy's reaction to seeing Lily infuriated John, but what was he to
do? He could hardly get defensive or act too territorial around her.  Even
worse was that Lily didn't seem nearly as opposed to spending time with
Brian as she'd led him to believe earlier in the week.  Watching her smile
and laugh occasionally as the two of them talked throughout the morning
made John want to break things or go into a rage.

   Even suspecting that Lily was toying with him, John could not help
himself wanting her, and wanting to toss Brian out of the boat when they
went for a quick tour around the lake that morning.  John sighed in relief
when they all agreed not to change into bathing suits; he couldn't have
handled how aggressive Brian might have gotten with his daughter if she put
on one of those sexy bikinis.

   All the while, Lily knew what she was doing.  She could see her father
squirm when Brian put his hand on her in the back of the boat.  She would
smile or laugh, pretending she was having a good time, and her father would
go white.  She knew he'd be too proud to try and intervene, so he just
stood by as Lily let him think something was developing between her and her
new friend.

   In truth, there was nothing about Brian that Lily was interested in.  He
said a few jokes that made her chuckle that morning, but the extent of his
usefulness was solely in the way her dad fidgeted when she paid him any
attention.  Her father was far more handsome, obviously more mature and all
around a more interesting person.  She also knew his love for her was far
deeper than the way Brian kept trying to brush his arm against her tits or
how he suggested she sit on his lap when there wasn't enough space in the
boat.

   That's when Lily started to feel guilty about the defeated look on her
father's face.  A few hours of separation from him was enough for her, and
from the way her father was tying up the boat in an exaggerated manner as
everyone walked back toward the house, it was obviously enough for him too.

   "I'm gonna wait for my dad, I'll be up in a minute," Lily told Brian as
he waited on her like an expectant puppy after they docked.

   Brian turned towards the house, looking lost and childish.  Lily walked
slowly down to where her dad was gathering trash from the boat and she
could see just how frustrated he was.

   "Hey daddy..." Lily said sheepishly.

   John didn't respond.  He went about filling the boat with gas and when
Lily walked closer he finally addressed her.

   "Do you need something Lil, kinda busy here?"

   "No, I just thought I'd give you some company," she said, not wanting to
give up.  She knew she'd put him in this mood.  Lily decided that even
though she'd felt similarly the night before, they were probably more than
even from her actions that morning.

   She helped in silence, straightening up the life jackets and grabbing
loose items around the boat before kneeling on the seat just inside where
her dad was filling the tank.  Looking as sweet as possible, she directed
her blue eyes up to John's and did her best to turn him.

   "Do you want to hang out later?" She asked, pushing her chest out and
looking excited to see him, "just the two of us?"

   "Maybe," replied John, "but I think you've got a guest to entertain."

   He didn't want to sound like he was pouting.  He refused to let an
eighteen year old girl get the better of him, even if it was his own
daughter who knew him best.

   "But I don't want to.  I want to be with you,.." the teenager said,
sounding a bit whiny but adorable, "...alone." she finished.

   Inside, John's heart pumped boldly for a few beats.  He chanced a look
into his young daughter's eyes.  The splash of gas into a half-empty tank
was all that could be heard between them, but their silence was compelling.
Lily's disarming smile almost broke him, and she could have sworn the
corners of her father's mouth turned.

   "Pleaaaaase Daddy?" Lily begged

   "Sure honey, if your mom lets you off the hook, we can spend a little
time together.  But you better get back up to the house."

   Even though he was coming around John was still, admittedly, pissed. 
Now that she was back to her normal self, he suspected that she'd been
playing games with him, though he wasn't positive.  Lily put her hand on
his shoulder tenderly as she stepped out of the boat and then kissed him on
the side of the neck before scampering back down the dock.  Once he saw her
cute butt sway in her shorts he knew he'd not be able to hold out on her
much longer, and John was not sure he wanted to.

   Of course, when he returned to the house his wife had already laid out
plans for the rest of the day.  They were heading to the fruit-picking farm
not far away and John was to get ready to go within twenty minutes.  He
sighed and agreed, feeling indifferent about it anyway.

   An hour later they were there, listening to a farmhand explain where
they were meant to pick and which orchards were out of season.  Apparently,
it was self-explanatory, the limits of the apple and cherry orchards they
were going to be in that day were marked by a fence.  After buying a few
bottles of water for the group, each of them took a basket and headed for
the grounds.

   To his delight, Lily had all but shut Brian out since her turnaround
that morning.  Now he was awkwardly shadowing her around and avoiding her
when Lily hung on her father's arm around the orchard.  Brian might have
even thought that the two of them were acting too intimately, but like
Lily's father earlier that day he was in no position to criticize.

   Lily was really putting on a show as they picked the apples from tree to
tree.  There were plenty of apples to choose from, but John had no
complaints watching her reach to get the highest ones.  Her beautiful legs,
a strip of skin beneath the tank top as she stretched out, and the way her
backside looked when she bent over to drop an apple in her basket...  John
soon forgot any animosity he'd been harboring.

   They laughed, joked and horsed around, flirting like a couple of
teenagers as they got farther away from the group.  Watching his daughter
frolic around, John was constantly reminded that his little girl was,
indeed, only eighteen.  But he simply connected with her in a way he could
only expect with someone much older than Lily.  And her body, with lines
and curves he felt like he'd seen only on TV.  John was practically panting
to be closer to her when Lily stopped the two of them with a hand on his
front.

   "Is that the fence they were talking about?" she asked, rubbing her hand
over her father's broad chest.

   "I think so," replied John.

   The fence was a temporary one, just over six feet tall, chain-link and
with a dark fabric attached to each section so they couldn't see on the
other side.  John wondered what orchard they were on the border of.

   Of course, Lily was to curious to just wonder.  She set her basket under
a low hanging tree and then stood in front of the fence and just expected
that her dad would come give her a boost.  John saw what she wanted so he
followed her lead.  When he approached her, Lily surprised him by reaching
a hand behind her and touching his neck.  He temporarily lost himself when
she rolled her head back and pushed her butt into his shorts; it was the
sexiest thing she'd done all day.

   Looking around, John could see a couple of their party in the distance.
They were probably too far to see anything at all, but he certainly could
begin undressing his daughter right there against the fence.  And still,
Lily was beginning to move her hips so she could get her dad excited and
feel him harden between them.

   "So...  are you going over or what?"

   "Mhh hmmm..." Lily responded, purring.

   Lily moved lazily out of their standing position to one where she was
holding the fence in anticipation of scaling it.  John put his hands on her
hips and squeezed tight before lifting her up.  She mounted the fence and
swung her leg over in a few seconds.  John's heart began beating faster as
she hopped out of view on the other side of the fence.  He looked behind
and saw that they were still out of view of anybody he might not want to
see him follow his daughter, or grab the folded cloth from his basket just
before he did.

   Landing on the other side, John looked around and saw no sign of Lily.
The foliage was about the same on this side, a peach orchard, but the
setting was far more beautiful.  A thick blanket of bright-green grass
covered the aisles in between trees and none of the fruit had fallen on the
ground like it had in the apple orchard.

   He couldn't exactly call to her, so he kept looking around and under the
rows of trees.  Finally he saw her, somewhat hiding behind a dense tree and
leaning against it.  He circled around it and found his daughter looking
back at him with a finger to her lips and an incredibly mischievous look on
her face.

   "You hiding from me?" John asked her.

   Lily just shook her head no.  She appeared deep in thought.

   "What's up Lil'?"

   "I'm sorry I was mean to you today dad, I didn't mean to hurt your
feelings,"

   John thought for a second before reaching out for her and replying,
"It's okay honey, I know you were upset with me."

   Lily took her father's hand and came out into the space between the
peach trees.  She looked forward at his chest, feeling bashful or nervous
or whatever it was.  They took each other in.  Just being alone, where
nobody could find them was a huge relief and excited them equally.

   It took a moment of standing there together for Lily to build up the
courage.  Slowly she lifted her head to look up at her dad who was waiting
for her next move.  Her eyes told him what he wanted, and it was just what
John had been waiting for to be positive Lily was willing and ready for
him.

   For the first time, Lily and her father's lips connected. 
Simultaneously, Lily and John realized that they were kissing for the first
time as more than just father and daughter.  Even their lessons hadn't
included this kind of intimacy.  Feeling soft lips prying at each other and
the electricity generated by their touch, Lily wished she'd asked him to
make that a part of her lessons far sooner.

   But it was different now.  When Lily involuntarily darted her tongue out
to her father's mouth, it was no longer pretending.  As her father's hands
found her sides and pulled her close, it was because he wanted only to feel
her pressed tightly against him, not on some pretense that she might be
learning.

   Their breathing hastened and advances suddenly more daring.

   "Oh dad," Lily gasped as her father kissed her neck, "I want you...  so
bad."

   John continued down his daughter's neck, kissing and nibbling at her to
the increasing fervor of her breath.  He felt her fingers fumbling at his
belt-line, obviously wanting to take off the shorts that were now
constricting his erection from sticking outward toward her.  It was then he
realized he hadn't anticipated this moment and had stupidly forgotten to
bring a rubber.

   "Lily," he paused, "I didn't bring any protection for us."

   Apparently, that didn't stop his daughter from unbuckling his belt
because a second later it unlatched and his button followed.

   "Honey we can't go any further." John said, feeling disappointed and so
increasingly lustful for the young brunette in front of him.

   "Why not daddy?" Lily asked, running her hand down over his zipper and
feeling how hard he was beneath it.  John couldn't believe how wonderful it
felt and what an expert she was becoming at turning him on.

   "You know why Lily, you aren't on birth control and it is very
dangerous." John warned, feeling his eighteen-year-old continue to touch
him over his shorts.  "You could get pregnant very easily honey."

   Lily looked up at him while her hand kept up its movement.  "Uh huh,"
she said, shaking her head and glaring at him with her big eyes.

   John flinched back, speechless.  What did she mean?  What was she
confirming: that they couldn't have sex or that he could get her pregnant?
She clearly didn't intend to stop what they were doing by the way she
hadn't yet stopped rubbing his shaft over his shorts.  She couldn't mean
what he thought she did.

   "I don't understand Lily, what are you saying?"

   She got a firm grasp of his cock and John's eyes rolled, "I'm saying I
know you could get me pregnant daddy."

   Silence.

   "And I'm saying I'm yours...  I don't want to stop."

   John had broken every promise he'd made to himself, crossed every line
and he stood at the very precipice of one more.  He knew he had to deny
her, but every bone in his body was begging him not to.  His baby girl
wanted him to take her virginity, to do it right in the middle of an
orchard with their family close by, and she wanted him to risk impregnating
her by doing it without protection.  And instead of deterring him, John
wanted all three of those things more than ever.  Hearing that Lily was his
to have, John felt all boundaries crumbling.

   "Make love to me daddy.  This time for real."

   "Oh God Lily," said John, feeling her reaching inside his pants and
taking hold of him bare.

   "Please daddy," she called to him as he returned to kissing her neck and
shoulder and moving his hands over her wonderful sides, "ohhhh...  I want
you,"

   His pants fell to his ankles and there was no darkness like on the
previous nights to obscure what was John's obvious reaction to his
daughter's request.  Impossibly, his cock looked larger than Lily could
recall all week, and the thought of having it inside her excited the eager
teen to no end.

   When Lily put both hands around him, it was as if the last of John's
inhibitions left him.  Immediately, Lily felt her father's hands tighten
around her waist, pulling her strongly toward him.  In seconds, he'd
maneuvered them under the hem of her tank top.  Lily breathed sharply when
she felt his thumbs press into the soft spots just below her hipbones.

   The way Lily writhed when he massaged around her hips and just under the
waist of her shorts spurred him on.  Lily looked down as her father rubbed
his fingers together and suddenly her shorts were unbuttoned.  This was
really happening, she thought, her daddy was really going to fuck her like
she'd been dreaming of.

   The little brunette looked down as John pulled at her shorts and the
zipper came undone.  He was tender, attentive, and not too hasty as he
pushed at the undersized jean shorts and Lily shimmied to help them off. 
As her little butt swayed back and forth, the shorts revealed a cute pair
of cotton panties with thick black and white stripes.  They were tiny, and
so perfectly snug in concealing the young virgin's opening.  Had John not
desperately wanted access to what was underneath he might have been content
to leave them on for him to admire.

   However, both father and daughter were exhausted with pretending and
'being careful.' They'd skirted the line between responsibility, incest,
teaching and lust and no there was only one thing left they wanted.  So
when Lily felt her father's tip prodding at the front of her panties, she
wanted them off and quickly made it so.

   As her bottoms hit the grass, John hungrily took her face in his hands
and kissed her.  They were electrified with desire for each other, and
though John wanted Lily not to rush through her first time, it was hard to
control her.  Her tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, around his lips,
and she managed to trap the head of his cock in the place between her
thighs.

   She was so wet he could feel it immediately.  Bare, warm and so ready
for him to penetrate her, there was no time to waste.  When Lily wrapped
her arm around her father's neck he immediately grabbed her at the waist
and lifted her up.

   His baby girl was so light that John could easily hold her in place. 
She wrapped her legs around his waist.  Lily didn't want to say anything to
slow her father down, so she kept silent but looked deep into his eyes with
desire.

   His tip was there, perfectly lined up at her entrance.  John stared
right back at his youngest as he lifted his hips ever so slightly, feeling
her tiny lips begin to part for him.  They had been here before...  only a
night ago.  John had been so close to entering his little girl on the
beach. Now, however, there was no condom between them and nobody to stop
what happened next.  Soaked with desire as she was, one little move of
Lily's hips and she felt his head push in.

   "Fuuuuuuuuck Daaaddy..." she gasped as he held her tight, "is this what
it feels like...  mnhhhh...  to lose my virginity?"

   "Yes baby...  but a lot more can go inside." John was still reeling from
hearing his teenager acknowledge she was losing her cherry to him, "Do you
want to keep going?  This might hurt you a little at first" "Mn hmmm," Lily
affirmed both with her words and by lowering her hips just a bit more. 
"Ouuuuwww...  just be gentle daddy, okay?"

   How could he not be?  Despite the fact that John had wanted to jump his
beautiful daughter for longer than he cared to admit, his only desire now
was to make her first time the best he possibly could.  John's love for
Lily deepened immeasurably as he helped her down, slowly, another inch onto
his cock.  The tiny brunette shrieked when her father's head cleared her
hymen.  It didn't hurt a ton, but she was glad he had done it all at once.
Though he'd stopped to let her adjust after taking her virginity, she
wanted immediately to continue.

   "Oh god...  keep going daddy," Lily begged, moaning as he was nearly
halfway inside her.

   Her little tunnel was tighter than he had even dreamed; John hoped he
had the stamina to see his little daughter climax.  Neither of them could
be certain how long it took, but at last Lily felt her mound connect with
her dad's pelvis.  With an utter mixture of pleasure, pain and the
stretching of her insides, Lily had never felt so full in her life.

   "Mnnph...  you're penis is sooo big daddy...  is it all the way in now?"
Lily asked, barely able to get the words out.

   "Yes Lil'" her father replied, feeling her flinch when he pulled her
hips even closer, "does it feel okay honey?"

   Lily smiled markedly big, pressed her forehead against her father, "Yes
daddy."

   "What honey?" he asked, wondering why his daughter looked so happy all
of the sudden.

   "I'm just so glad it was you dad," she replied, glad to have told him.

   "Me too Lily, and you're doing so good" John replied, "you ready to keep
going now?"

   Lily replied by shaking her head yes and giving him big, puppy-dog eyes.
She bit her lip as he slowly lifted her hips and slid his cock out from
inside of her, all the way to the tip.  She felt immediately too empty,
satisfied only after the ridge of his cockhead passed back between her
lips.

   John held his little one fast as he helped her back onto his pole.  She
was watching below where her father's cock was sliding slowly back into
her, forehead still pressed against his.  Her breath kissed his lips, so he
kissed hers as they once again connected at the hips.

   It was the most passion John had ever experienced, buried inside his
daughter's previously unclaimed pussy and seeing her love every second of
it.  Apparently he wasn't going fast enough for his eager daughter, because
next he felt her feet clamor to his hips to help them along.

   She lifted up and then back down again.  "Oh fuck dad," she gasped,
colliding with him and then pulling up again.  Already, Lily felt each
stroke building her towards a climax.  Only she'd never felt anything like
it before.  Having anything inside her, especially something as large as
her father, was entirely new.  She wanted more, and kept urging her hips up
and down to feel her dad impale her again and again.

   Now he was helping Lily by holding each of her round cheeks in his hands
and lifting.  Her tank top, which they had neglected to take off in their
haste, was rubbing against his shirt and she definitely looked more
adorable in it as he fucked her.

   She wasn't an experienced lover, so some of Lily's efforts to slide her
father in and out of her were clumsy and experimental.  John decided that
made the incest they were sharing even more wonderful.

   "Daddy....  daddy!" She cried, "Fuck me...  mnnnggghhh...  just like
that."

   The sun shone down through the trees and kissed John's baby across the
cheek, clamoring arms and all the way down to her tiny thighs which were
flexing to keep her daddy fucking her.  John loved holding her.  They'd
hugged so many times before.  He'd held her close, embraced her after long
business trips and taken her in his arms when she needed consoling.  John
was so happy to give his daughter, once again, exactly what she needed.

   It was even more appealing to be making love to her out in the fresh air
of an orchard they'd come to with the group.  Knowing his wife, son, and
their guests were only a short distance away, maybe even within distance to
hear the cries of his daughter as his cock touched her deeply, was
indescribably sexy.  They must have been a real sight, John thought; his
beautiful daughter perched on him and his bare cock entering her over and
over.

   "Daddy....unghh....  I feel strange," Lily warned him, "can we stop for
a second?"

   John wanted to appease her, but he'd heard his young daughter's breath
quickening and felt the way her hips were rotating to try and get his tip
to stimulate every millimeter of her womb.  Knowing that they were both
approaching a significant moment together, he couldn't just stop.  So he
did halt for a moment, but only to grab the cloth he'd draped on a nearby
branch.  He flapped it once and laid it crudely on the ground, all with the
arm not wrapped around Lily, his cock still fully immersed in her tight
pussy.

   Lily just held on tight, enamored by the way her dad just wisped her
around like it was nothing at all.  When she came to rest on her back with
John hovering over her, she felt impatient to know what would happen next.

   Her curiosity was quickly answered.  John slowly unsheathed his cock
until his tip nestled just between Lily's outer lips before plunging it
back inside all in one motion.

   "Ouuuuuwaaahhhh...  Daddy....  ohgodd..." she screamed.  John didn't
care that anyone nearby might have heard.

   "Owww Daddy...  it feels bigger this way!"

   John responded by spearing her again, hips coming smoothly against hers.
His tip touched her so deep he knew he'd prodded her cervix.  She was
tinier than his wife for certain, and the thought of his unprotected tip
that deep in his fertile daughter made John throb inside of her.

   "Oh Lily...  you are perfect honey...  such a good daughter." John
assured her, continuing to fuck her steadily.

   Lily blushed and squirmed as he complimented her, "I love you so much
daddy...uhhh....  uhhh...  I'll be good for you whenever you want."

   Lily smiled bashfully, feeling affectionate with her new lover, She
loved seeing her dad so lustful as he pushed the straps of her tank top
over her shoulders one at a time.  She watched him, lifting her neck of the
soft grass and feeling his hand tug her tank top and strapless bra off of
her chest.

   Even lying down her teenage breasts looked incredible.  John held one in
his hand as he urged himself in and out of Lily's taut pussy.  Her wetness
coated him and eased each stroke, but she was too tight for him to last
much longer.  And feeling his warm hand on her breast and the way his penis
reached her deeper than before, the pressure she'd experienced before had
returned.

   "Lily..." her father called.  She loved hearing him say her name,
"Baby...  I'm going to come soon."

   Lily's eyes widened.  She tried to concentrate through the increasing
sensation she was feeling from her dad fucking her.  It took her
significant effort to take her eyes off of her father's cock disappearing
into her and the way her abdomen swelled each time it did.

   "oh fuck...really daddy?" She asked, sounding excited and looking it
when her father shook his head 'yes.'

   Lily wanted to tease him, knowing he'd be worried about whether she
wanted him to finish inside her or not.

   "Oh dad..." she moaned, "But you don't have a condom on....uhhh...  does
that mean you're going to shoot all your cum inside my pussy?"

   John could only growl upon hearing her words and it made him fuck her
harder.

   "I had my period a couple weeks ago...  ohhhfuuuck...I think I could get
pregnant really easy now daddy."

   She could see the look on her dad's face.  She knew it was what he
wanted.  Try as he might to consider stopping, John was caught up in the
increasing pleasure of his daughter's tunnel squeezing his shaft.  John
made a feeble attempt to pull all the way out of her, but Lily was ahead of
him.

   "Uh uh," she denied him, wrapping her legs around his back

   Her eyes stared up at him, telling him she had no intention of letting
him away.  John knew he'd soon climax and that if he did so while still
immersed in his baby girl there would be no turning back.  He couldn't lie
to himself; as John thrust into his eighteen-year-old's pussy and heard her
gasp and moan, he knew he wasn't going to pull out.

   An image of his only daughter, the one he had loved her entire life,
pregnant with his child flashed across his mind.  She was so young and
beautiful; but he now imagined her looking even more perfect with a belly
showing she'd been impregnated by her dad.  What they would do, where they
would go...  it didn't matter at that moment, as long as they were
together.

   "It's okay daddy," Lily promised him,

   "But Lily, are you sure?"

   "Yesss...  oh daaad," she panted.  Lily couldn't have been more
beautiful to her dad at that moment.  Rays of sun gleamed bright across her
bare breasts, which shook each time their hips joined.  Her face looked
angelic; she scrunched her nose now that her dad had picked up the pace and
she couldn't control the building pleasure any longer.  "Cum in me daddy,
please...  I want to feel you making me pregnant."

   God was his daughter so flawless, so innocent and beautiful.  She really
did want to be her father's forever.  She wanted him to take her away and
love her...  make love to her as much as they possibly could.  She wanted
to make a baby with him and be the companion that he always deserved.  It
was the last thought she had as his thrusts pushed her over the edge.

   "Daaaaaaad!" She howled.  It was indescribably sexy to watch his little
girl fumble to wrap her arms and legs around him as John shoved his cock
into her over and over when she began to orgasm.

   Lily's body froze, or at least it felt like it.  Blackness washed over
her eyes as she was assaulted by a surge of pleasure.  In reality, her legs
and arms were squeezing tight while her dad fought to withdraw a few inches
and continue fucking her.  Her hips were grinding into him and her body
trembled as she came.  It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and
she never wanted it to end.

   Then there was something new.  Lily's pussy had added plenty of wetness
to their incestuous junction in the process of her orgasm, but this felt
different.  She opened her eyes and saw her dad's eyes narrowed in
concentration...  or distraction...  or whatever it was, but then she
realized he was cumming inside of her.  He had felt the clench of his
Lily's walls upon his buried cock and been able to withhold no longer.

   As Lily squirmed and gasped through her first sexual orgasm, her first
time with her dad, and her first unprotected sex, she knew instantly that
the warm gush flooding her insides was her father's semen.

   "Oh god dad....  I can....uhhh....  I can feel it!" She couldn't believe
how much fuller she felt as his cock throbbed countless times into her. 
She was immediately overwhelmed by another wave of sensation.

   John had never come so hard in his life, and he buried as deeply into
his young daughter as possible while he did.  Jet after jet, he coated his
fertile teenager's insides with his forbidden sperm.  Knowing that his
daughter was prime to be impregnated, that she was cumming as it was
probably happening, and that his tip was still pumping out his incestuous
cum right against her cervix...  John only came harder.

   When it was finally over, John collapsed on top of his daughter.  It
took her longer, but Lily eventually came to, and she knew she'd remember
the feeling her spent father's comforting weight atop her for a long time.
She prayed it wasn't the last time she'd experience it.

   Lily also sensed his semen flooding her entire pussy, it was still warm
and she could feel it attempting to work its way out because it had nowhere
else to go.  Lily almost giggled knowing that her father's penis was
probably too big to let it out; thinking that meant it was even more likely
to make her pregnant.

   The sun warmed John's back, and his daughter his front.  Her soft
breasts were squeezed between them, and he could feel her chest rising and
falling as she slowly regained her breath.  He'd absolutely loved feeling
the eighteen-year old writhe and twitch while her orgasm slowly tailed off.
Now he was just happy to be able to hold her while they accepted the
reality of what they had done in each other's arms.

   After a few moments, Lily finally spoke:

   "I love you daddy..."

   Her voice sounded tentative.  John, inquisitive, put an arm down and
lifted his head up to look at her.

   "...But you're really heavy!"

   John smiled and quickly rolled to the side, snaking an arm around Lily's
neck.  They both shared a laugh and John pulled his daughter closer to him.

   Suddenly Lily felt like something was missing.  In the process of taking
his weight off her, John's cock had evidently slid out of his daughter's
quim and she no longer felt so full.  Looking between them, Lily could see
her dad,, still mostly hard, covered in her wetness which for some reason
made her feel a little embarrassed.  John's arm wrapped around her and
caressing her back made that feeling subside.

   Then, while they were both still looking, a white gleam appeared at the
taut, bare opening of Lily's pussy.  It slowly grew until an entire pool of
cum had overflowed and was heading down Lily's thigh from her tiny hole.

   "Oh no daddy," she said playfully, "some is getting out!"

   "I think it's okay honey, I'm pretty sure there's a lot more inside
you."

   Saying that made John's cock throb, he wondered if he'd be hard for his
daughter forever.  The white trail of spunk that came from inside his
daughter where he'd put it was the perfect culmination of the story that
had begun on their first day of vacation.  He knew now that he'd always
wanted this.  Yet, it had taken his daughter coming of age, the possibility
of losing her, and her permission to do so before John could allow them to
take their love to this level.

   He wanted her to be pregnant already.  Looking down at his beautiful
daughter, the sheen of sweat on her face, the bunched up tank-top under her
breasts and the mess they'd made below, John was incredibly happy.  Wanting
to oblige her, he placed the head of his cock under the stream of white cum
that had leaked out.  Scooping it up, John pushed his tip back against
Lily's entrance and tried to return into his baby's pussy.  He couldn't
help also slipping his head back inside, to which Lily immediately
shrieked.

   "Daaaadyyyy," she whined.  "that hurts!"

   She was still sensitive from her first time, but she realized what he
had done and smiled for him when she did.

   "Just keep it there, okay dad?" Lily said as his head stayed firmly
planted just past her entrance.

   "Okay honey, I just wanted you not to worry that my stuff was leaking
out."

   "I can't believe how much is in me dad, you definitely didn't cum that
much before!"

   "I know honey, I guess I've just been wanting to do that for a few
days."

   Lily gasped dramatically, "A few days??  I thought we were only learning
the last few days?"

   John gave his daughter a knowing look and she smiled back.

   "I guess this isn't what mom had in mind when she told me to "ask my
dad." Lily said, holding up quotes as she repeated the words she'd heard so
often.

   "Umm...  no, I don't think so."

   John dared to thrust ever so slightly so his tip moved around in his
daughter's opening.  She quickly put a hand on his chest to stop him and
showed him her wide, disapproving eyes.  John didn't know that he'd ever be
able to take advantage of such a beautiful setting and the alone time with
his gorgeous teenage daughter.  A part of him wanted to disobey her and
fill her up again.

   "Dooooon't!" she pleaded, "I promise daddy, I just need a little time
and then you can fuck me again."

   He still urged a few millimeters further.

   "Pleaaase..." she begged, "I'll tell mom!"

   "Oh you will, huh?"

   "Yeah, I'll tell her that you taught me about touching," she said,
remembering the night that she sat in her father's lap.  She felt his cock
pulse to his heartbeat, glad it was only his tip inside of her.

   "...and I'll tell her you taught me how to put on a condom." Lily could
feel her own body buzzing as she recalled the feeling of her father's cum
coating her belly as she stroked him.

   "....and how you taught me how to get pregnant..." Lily was practically
panting.

   "You know, I don't actually think she'd be mad if you told her any of
that." John said, realizing that if she explained no further it would have
just been the topics of conversation his wife had avoided with Lily.  He
could see that his daughter was talking herself into excitement, glad to
know that she was as happy about it as he was.

   "Well not if I told her that you taught me by getting me pregnant!" She
said adorably.

   "We don't know that yet Lily."

   She squirmed around.  Thinking about it made the teenagers whole body
excited.

   "We'll have to try plenty more times before you can tell her that for
sure." John advised his daughter, who immediately beamed upon knowing that
her dad had plans in store for her.

   She rolled towards her dad and hugged him, bringing his lips to hers and
working her hands around his big shoulders as she kissed him.  It was soft,
tender and full of love and acceptance of each other.  Lily knew that she
wasn't supposed to, but she loved her dad as so much more and she was
ecstatic to be his lover and his daughter both.  The way he held her, the
way he kissed her, and the warmth that remained deep inside her was
something she'd had her entire life from her dad.  Only now, it was
different.  It was better.

   Somewhere in the distance, Lily heard her mother call out to them.

   "Lilyyyyyyyyy!" she heard, and so did her dad.

   They were safe where they lay, but both knew they couldn't stay there
forever.  After another call from his wife, John helped Lily to her feet.
There was nothing either of them could do to stop the white spunk from
working its way down her leg, but both of them loved seeing it.  Lily ran
her finger up her leg and licked at it, tasting her dad's spilled cum.

   John could only look on in amazement when she smiled after saying
'yumm," like when he'd taken her out for ice cream.  His mischievous little
eighteen-year-old was going to be a real handful now that he'd allowed her
explore every one of her curiosities.  He helped her back into her shorts
and admired her tiny hips as she wiggled back into them.  He got his own
handful of her perky breast before fixing her shirt and bra.  John wasn't
really worried about dealing with her, just worried how he'd keep his hands
off her when prying eyes were around.

   "I don't wanna go back daddy," she told him, hanging on his shirt as he
urged her toward the fence.  John loved that nothing had really changed
between them, and yet everything had.

   "I know Lil', but we can't disappear just yet.  I promise we'll figure
something out but for now we have to go on like nothing happened?"

   "Until you fuck me again right?" Lily said sweetly, shaking her butt
into his pelvis as he helped her up the fence.

   "Uh huh," John agreed, not being coy about grabbing her soft cheeks and
urging her upward.  "And I hope that's soon."

   Lily checked to make sure the coast was clear and then swung her leg
over, leaning down to kiss her dad on the lips before she ambled down the
other side.  "Me too," she replied.  John was incredibly nervous when they
met back up with the group.  As he might have expected, Lily played it
totally cool.  She'd stopped to make sure she looked just as pretty as
always, smoothed out her clothes, and wiped away a small remnant of their
forbidden deed from her inner thigh.  Aside from being extra cheerful, Lily
didn't seem to be worried at all.

   "Where on earth did you two get off to," John nearly laughed at the way
she'd put it.

   "We got tired of picking so we sat down on the hill up there," Lily
responded, pointing.

   Still trying to be cool for his daughter, the damned Brian kid said
"booo...  lame!" Lily looked back at her dad and smiled anyway.

   "What the heck," Rachel said, "couldn't you have told someone?"

   "Sorry mom," Lily said, "I guess we just got kinda caught up,"

   "Sheesh, you two..." her mother said, "you can talk for hours."

   Lily wrapped her arm around her dad, wanting to scream because she was
so excited about their secret.

   "I guess we can, huh dad?" She asked, looking up at him with those
beautiful eyes.

   "You've got lots of questions Lil'" he said, hugging her with one arm,
"Sorry dear, I guess we lost track of time."

   "Well you didn't do a great job picking either, good thing some of us
aren't lazy like you both."

   And that was it.  Rachel went back to talking to her friend, Brian and
Daniel carried on a conversation here and there, and it appeared to John
that Lily would do everything she could to make him nervous.  Admittedly,
she loved watching him fidget, knowing that nobody would guess she was
walking around with her daddy's spunk inside her, working hard to find its
fateful place in her womb.

   Lily couldn't help herself.  At dinner, she made sure to sit close to
her dad.  Right in the middle of him talking she placed her hand on his
inner thigh.  Despite his subsequent glare in her direction, she proceeded
to rub her hand on him until he was fully hard.

   When she was happy with the result, she moved her hand to his and passed
him something.  It was damp, John knew immediately, but a quick glance down
confirmed that his daughter had not put her panties back on and now they
were scrunched up in his hand.  Lily excused herself from the table shortly
after, leaving her dad there in agony.  When she didn't return a few
minutes later, his wife got a text that Lily was checking out the cider
making in the building next door.

   "Arghhh..." she said in frustration, "John, your daughter has run off
again, she says down to the cider machine or something.  Will you please
bring her back here, the food will be here any minute."

   The girl was clever, he had to give her that.

   John practically ran the direction he'd seen Lily go, finding her out
the door at the end of the bathroom hall and waving to him from behind a
nearby barn structure.

   As soon as he reached her, Lily grabbed her dad's shirt roughly in the
front and lunged up to kiss him, swinging him around the corner of the
barn. He looked around feverishly, realizing that his daughter had actually
picked a very private spot.

   "I couldn't wait daddy, I'm sorry," She said in between kisses.

   He could only be a bystander as Lily quickly fumbled with his belt and
shoved his pants down to his ankles.  Again he looked around...  nobody.

   Lily looked so excited as she got to her knees in front of him.  She'd
never done it before, but Lily knew upon holding her father's hard cock to
take it in her mouth.  She loved how he groaned when she did it, and even
more when she pushed almost half of it in.  Lily choked a little when she
felt his tip at the back of her mouth, amazing her father as she repeated
the motion.

   She licked him from his base to the tip and then sucked eagerly before
circling her tongue around the sensitive skin.  John was speechless,
standing there in the beautiful setting sun, holding his daughter's head as
she blew him for the first time.

   Lily knew if she did well that she might make her dad shoot in her
mouth, but that wasn't where she wanted it.  Still in control, Lily stood
up and shimmied out of her own shorts once again.  John immediately reached
out for her, wanting her as much now if not more than before.  Lily tugged
at her dad and then turned around over an old wooden barrel.

   "Fuck me again, please daddy?" she said, looking back at him and biting
her lip.

   John was on autopilot and approached her without hesitation, His
daughter gasped when his cock prodded her pussy from behind.  Even after
sliding an inch in, John knew he wouldn't last long.

   "Lily, you did so good I'm going to cum already." he warned

   "I know daddy...unhhh" she said, pushing her hips back so he penetrated
her deeper, "I wanted to be quick....ohfuck....just shoot your sperm in me
again.  That's all I need."

   That, John didn't dare question.  He took hold of his daughter's tiny
hips and shoved all the way into Lily's pussy, slowly, but it one long
stroke.  She gasped again and panted to keep her breath.

   John put an arm around her stomach and one around her chest, pulling her
upright and impaling her at the same time.  Lily was surprised he lasted as
long as he did, loving the way he manhandled her as took her from behind.
Her own daddy, fucking her pussy that he'd already cum inside once that
day...  it was the most wonderful though that had so recently been only a
dream.

   "Oh Lily," he said, "fuck baby...  you're so tight...." was all he could
manage before it began again.

   He grabbed tight to her hips and buried his cock deep once more.  Again
he shot plentiful, hot semen as deep into his teenage daughter as possible.
Either it was her youth, beauty or the forbidden truth of filling his
unprotected daughter with cum, but John knew he'd never feel the same with
another again.  He continued pumping into her, imagining that each pulse
was the fateful one that would make Lily a mother.

   Lily was, admittedly, a little disappointed knowing she wouldn't cum
again that time, but when she felt her dad's cock squirting into her pussy
again, she forgot about it.  Lily, too, hoped that the warmth spreading
inside her for the second time that day would assure her pregnancy.  She
ground her hips back into him, feeling him flinch as his sensitive tip
touched her deeply inside.

   The freshly filled teenager reached back and stroked her father's neck.
"Ohmygod dad, I want you to do that to me every day!"

   Before John could protest his daughter stood on her toes and removed him
from inside her.  John gasped and whined.  Once again, cum flowed out of
her as she disengaged and Lily's hand shot to try and keep it in.

   "I bet I'll get pregnant now, right daddy?" The naughty look on her face
was not one John would soon forget.

   "I hope so little one, but we can keep trying anyway."

   He watched in awe as his daughter quickly pulled his shorts back up and
buttoned them, followed by her own.

   "I think you're right," she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him
and then whispering, "after dinner I want to try being on top."

   She once again left him, scampering back to the table before him.  Smart
girl, he thought.

   "I can't keep up with this one," John said, sitting back down as if he
was exhausted, which he was.

   "Aww, sure you can daddy." Lily answered, "just keep trying."

   He knew what she meant, and he fully intent ended to.  Later on that
night he would find her in an old t-shirt of his and nothing else, lying in
her bed waiting for him.  They tried again that night, more than once.  No
more lessons, no more condoms and soon enough they planned to have no more
worries about the feelings they now shared.

   By the end of the vacation, Lily and her dad lost count of how many
times they made love and John climaxed inside his beautiful little girl. 
Each time, they buzzed with excitement about the forbidden act and what it
might bring.  Lily hoped she'd soon have the wonderful feelings her mother
described of new life growing inside her.  John pined to see his daughter's
belly swelling as well, loving her beyond measure and sharing her desires
completely.

   "You're mine now baby," John had said to Lily as they lay next to each
other on the final night of the vacation.  Lily had kissed him and looked
into his eyes intently before responding:

   "I always was."

   To be continued....


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