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 Title: Ask Your Father Ch.  02


Summary: Lily has a brave plan and an amazing night out with dad.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Lily felt like she'd been on cloud nine for the past few weeks.  Every
day she got dizzy spells thinking about the time she was spending with her
dad.  After vacation she worried that their time together would dwindle as
the summer came to an end; instead he'd been so attentive and available for
her.  It wasn't exactly difficult for John either, since their relationship
had...  changed on vacation, he was essentially spending every minute
thinking of his beautiful, eighteen-year-old daughter that he wasn't
utterly focused on something else.

   Change was not quite the right word for what had happened on vacation
between Lily and John.  Almost two weeks ago it had begun with an innocent
round of questioning by the little brunette on the porch of their family
cabin during the yearly vacation.  Lily later admitted that that night had
set her on course to try and seduce her dad, and John admitted that he'd
imagined making love to her long and many times before that.

   Since they'd gotten home either John, Lily or both of them had been
insatiable in their desire for each other.  Now that John had gotten his
hands on his daughter's perfect little body and heard her gasp when he was
inside of her, he was tortured when unable to show his affection.  They had
to be so careful, making sure not to do anything that might reveal them
around Lily's mother or anyone else who knew them.

   And Lily was beyond incorrigible.  Having asked her dad all kinds of
questions about what he liked best about a woman and she could wear to turn
him on, she would dangle herself in front of him shamelessly.  Of course
she knew that she'd pay for it later when he could finally ravage her,
usually late at night when Rachel, John's wife, had gone to bed.

   Just a few days before Lily had gotten him so worked up in the morning
that he'd had to come home from work after he knew his wife had left the
house just to teach her another lesson.  As he drank his morning coffee,
Lily sauntered around the kitchen in only a towel, bending over and
revealing her bare, pink opening to him when she knew her mother wasn't
looking.

   John had driven all the way to work, set his things down at his desk and
sat down in his chair before realizing that there would be no way he could
work until he'd shot his load inside that damned naughty teenager he had
the pleasure of calling his daughter.  And when he got home, finding her
perched in the same towel on the couch like she knew he'd be coming back
home...  It was hardly a minute before he had her towelless, on her back
and begging him to cum inside of her on the family room floor.

   There was also the added complexity that both Lily and her father wanted
her pregnant.  It was hard to explain: the forbiddenness of succeeding and
the fact that they both wanted it beyond a shadow of a doubt.

   "Mmmmph...  oh fuck," Lily moaned as her father thudded against her
hips, forcing her against the carpet, "Cum for me daddy....ohgodddd I want
it.  Cum in my pussy daddy....  unhhhghh."

   A pregnant Lily would complicate things...  significantly.  John knew
his daughter probably couldn't see everything that would have to change,
regardless of how many times she assured him she did.  So John took it upon
himself to begin making plans.  He didn't like the idea of taking off to
some foreign country where it was legal and they could be open about who
they were to each other.  But John didn't have any family left to miss him
if he moved somewhere else in the country.  Heck, he and Lily could simply
be a married couple with a bit of an age discrepancy if they just found a
nice place to settle down and kept their names.  Rachel's side of the
family certainly wasn't anything John or Lily wanted to stick around for;
perhaps they really could be happy elsewhere.

   But they didn't have to cross that bridge just yet.  Much as they wanted
it, they didn't even know if Lily was pregnant yet.  Every time John
released a flood of sperm into his baby, she'd ask excitedly:

   "Do you think that was it Dad?  Do you think we're pregnant yet?"

   John loved the way his daughter thought about things.  Where his wife
had always said "I'm the one who's pregnant," or "I'm carrying our child,"
Lily saw things completely differently.  To her, it was the two of them,
together.  She certainly wanted her dad in many ways, but one of them was
as the father of their child.  Each time they had sex, he would assure Lily
that he was going to be there for her no matter what.  When she'd ask if
they were pregnant yet, he'd say 'maybe,' and sometimes just thinking about
it would have him hard and buried in his sweet young daughter again within
minutes.

   About a week after they returned from vacation, John had to go away for
a few days on business.  Lily was dreading the absence of her father to
tuck her in each night, and John would fall asleep feeling cold on the side
his teenager usually occupied, snuggled up against him and breathing
adorably as she fell asleep.

   On the second night he was gone, Lily was restless beyond belief.  After
lying awake for an hour, grabbing a late-night snack, and watching a little
TV, she still could not imagine going to sleep.  Usually she would have
expended quite a bit of energy riding her daddy, thrusting her hips back
and forth until she howled into her hand while she came.  Nothing would
satisfy her like that until she had her dad back inside of her, but Lily
did have one naughty thought that might help her.  Wondering if her dad was
awake, Lily headed to the bathroom upstairs by her room.

   After closing the door behind her Lily reached to her waist, taking hold
of the bottom of the army green, close-fitting tank top she was wearing. 
Pulling it up and over her head, Lily felt the cold air raising goosebumps
on her breasts as they jiggled free.  Thinking of the way her dad would
pinch each nipple between his fingers or nibble on them while she squirmed
in excitement, Lily's nubs quickly stood at attention.  Next she slid out
of the painted-on workout shorts she liked so much, knowing her dad would
probably prefer her that way.

   Lily felt unbelievably naughty as she grabbed her phone from where she
had set it on the counter.  She'd never done anything like this before; her
skin was practically crawling with excitement as she looked in the mirror
and opened the camera app on her phone.

   John had just gone to bed.  He lay awake in the unfamiliar hotel bed
experiencing some of the same anxiety that his little girl was having a
couple hundred miles away.  He'd promised himself that he'd not get himself
off without the assistance of his teenage daughter while he was gone,
wanting instead to save up so he could shoot as much cum into Lily as
possible when he returned.  Odd as it was, Lily loved when he finally
removed his cock from her fertile opening and she could watch the white
substance peek out and then run down her thigh, He wanted nothing more than
to make her happy.

   Buzzzzzzzz.

   John's phone lit up on the nightstand and shuffled around as it vibrated
against the hard surface.  Who could be contacting him this late?

   When he reached over and saw the name on the screen was his daughter's,
John's heart skipped a beat.  John wasn't behind the times or anything, he
just didn't use his phone the way most people did those days.  Still, even
reading this daughter's name was enough to make blood pressure spike.

   Then he opened the message.

   Instantly John's draw dropped.  Every time he laid eyes on his beautiful
daughter, John was in disbelief.  This time was no different.  His own baby
girl stood in the bathroom he knew all too well (Lily had been in not too
different of a position at that very countertop days ago, except being
impaled by her father from behind with her hands shakily holding her up as
she felt him push his cock all the way inside her.

   She was totally naked in the photo, and the soft glow of the light
fixture shone on her beautifully.  But damn her, the little tease had
covered both her breasts and put a hand over her mound so he couldn't see
anything.  Her teenage breasts were more than visible, spilling out around
the arm that covered them, but both her nipples were obscured.  Lily's
nipples were one of his favorite things, so tiny and always tender for him
to pinch and make her squeal.  And the other hand, covering the place he
dreamed about frequently throughout the day.  All his life, John had never
known or felt something as good and right as it did when he was inside
Lily's quim.  And there she was, covering it so he couldn't see.

   But it didn't matter, because the photo was so sexy that he realized he
couldn't have asked for more.  Every inch of Lily was smooth and toned. 
Her skin was even more tanned and glowing from the vacation time in the
sun. She'd turned just a bit so he could see the rounded cheek of her cute
butt; John was reminded of the other day when he'd spanked her and Lily was
climaxing within seconds.  Everything about the picture had John's mouth
watering, and the text that came with it read:

   -- Mad at you, who's going to take care of me tonight?  -

   On her face was a pouty and yet mischievous look, one so alluring that
John considered getting in the car immediately to go home and appease his
young daughter.  Instead he sleepily moved his fingers to respond.

   > Bad girl, sending naked pictures on your phone <

   Only a few seconds passed before John's phone buzzed again:

   -- What are you going to do about it?  -

   > Maybe I'll give you another spanking <

   A longer pause this time...

   -- I like it when you spank me...=) -

   John had never really done much texting before; he'd never had much of a
reason to.  But as he thought of a retort for his daughter, he found his
heart beating quickly and he decided that this kind of texting was
definitely enjoyable.

   > When did you become such a trouble-maker?  <

   -- Probably when I first felt your cock and you squirted all your sticky
cum on my belly -

   Holy shit, thought John, he wasn't exactly expecting this kind of banter
from his baby girl.  After all, the text messages preceding these on his
phone weren't much more than 'what's for dinner,' or 'what time will you be
home?' John was still adjusting to seeing Lily as a lover as well as his
daughter.  She was always playful, and he admired the way her unfettered
thoughts and words just came pouring out, but seeing or hearing the teenage
say things like "your cock," or "fuck me" still made him wince like he
should be protective of her.  The puzzled state of his love for Lily was
something John was beginning to crave.

   Lily must have grown restless waiting for his response because soon his
phone buzzed again:

   -- What are you thinking about daddy?  -

   > I'm thinking about what I'm going to do to you when I get home <

   -- Oh yeah?  What do you want to do to me daddy.  -

   > I have a few things in mind...  <

   -- Please, you have to tell me.  I can't go to sleep until you do -

   > I'm going to come home early from my trip, when your mom is still at
work.  <

   Then he waited, knowing it would torture Lily to be left hanging.  Lily
had made her way back to her bed by then and was lying down on top of the
covers, too preoccupied to get underneath.  She didn't intend for the
picture to start the two of them sexting, but now that he was playing along
Lily was sporting a big smile and her fingers had made their way down to
her pair or purple cotton underwear.  When she felt the taut fabric where
she wanted her dad to be, it was already very wet.  But her dad was taking
too long, he was probably just a slow texter.

   -- AAAND?  -

   > You'll be in the kitchen, making a snack.  But for some reason you
forgot to wear any clothes.  <

   -- I can be so forgetful sometimes -

   > I'll want to take things slow, but I've waited too long <

   -- You're always so patient with me daddy -

   > Not this time <

   -- Sometimes you intimidate me, you're so strong and I'm still just your
baby.-

   > I don't mean to, you just bring it out in me honey <

   -- I didn't say I don't like it.  -

   > Good, because I don't think I can be so gentle the next time I see you
<

   -- Hoping you won't be.  -

   -- You didn't finish the story dad.  What happens when you find me in
the kitchen -

   > I drop my bags on the spot, you hear me and turn around <

   -- I'd be nervous it wasn't you, cuz I'll be naked and vulnerable -

   > Lock all the doors before you take off your clothes for me honey <

   -- I'll be naked for you all day, waiting-

   -- What's next daddy?-

   > I walk over to you, as slowly as I can manage, put my hands on your
bare hips, and lift you up on the countertop <

   -- God I love it when you do that -

   -- The countertop will be cold on my butt daddy, but I won't care cuz
I'm so excited for what you'll do next -

   > What do you want me to do?  <

   -- I bet your big cock will be sticking out in your pants like it always
does.  I can't wait for you to take them off -

   Lily's phone sat silent for a moment.  And then another.  And then one
more.

   -- Daddy?  Did you fall asleep?  I'm all wet now and I want you to tell
me what you're gonna do to me!  -

   > I'll show you when I'm home on Monday baby, I'm saving myself for you
until then <

   -- UGHH!  No fair dad, you got me all excited!  -

   > ...Monday.  Goodnight honey <

   John knew he was driving Lily crazy, but he liked it that way.  There
was nothing more exciting than when the eighteen-year-old was riled up and
hungry for sex.  Just the other day she'd been out late with her friends
and John hadn't seen her since the morning.  When Lily came home, a little
tipsy, John hardly had time so say hello before she'd straddled him on the
couch and put her hands on his cock.  They were lucky Rachel went to bed
early that night because Lily had her dad stuck up inside her right there
on the couch after a few moments of lust-filled making out and touching.

   Lily was no dummy, but even though she knew what her dad was doing she
wasn't able to just set it out of her mind.  Still, she felt better than
before, missing her dad a little less with the knowledge that he wanted her
as bad as she wanted him.  It took a while, but both Lily and her father
dozed off thinking only of each other.

   The next days were equally torturous.  Lily sent two more pictures, one
of her wearing a new bathing suit, and one of her in just a sheet.  When he
opened the second, he was in a meeting and nearly choked on his coffee. 
Lily looked like an angel in a bed of white, and she'd turned her hips to
cover her young pussy with a curled leg.  The sheet only covered a small
portion of her breasts, and as John ignored the guy speaking at the moment,
he dreamed of how he would get between her toned legs and thrust into his
daughter hard enough that she'd find herself pressed deep into the sheets.

   The whole drive back John was fixated on thoughts of his beautiful
daughter and how much fun they would have when he got home.  He wondered if
Lily would really be walking around naked all day.  She probably was; or at
least he hoped so, pressing the pedal a little closer to the floor as he
anticipated it.

   Sure enough, as John opened the door to the house, he could hear someone
moving around in the kitchen.  He couldn't help that all the anticipation
and imaginings had him hard before he'd even opened the door.

   It was indeed Lily at the countertop when he entered the kitchen, but
she wasn't naked.  She had on a t-shirt and tiny pair of running shorts. 
Though he would have liked to find his pretty teenager ready to have some
ravenous sex like they'd texted about, she looked perfect and desirable in
what she was wearing too.  But she didn't turn around for him when he
dropped his things.

   As John approached her from behind he could sense that something was
off. He carefully put his hands on her arms, savoring the feeling of
touching her again and glad she didn't flinch or shrug off his touch.  He
came up close to her and peeked his head around to see the side of her
face.

   A tear rolled onto the top of her soft cheek and though he didn't know
what for, John instantly felt his heart break for her.

   "Oh honey," he said, bringing a finger to her cheek and wiping away the
drop, "what's the matter Lily?"

   Lily sobbed once, sucking in a quick gasp as she choked back more tears.

   "I got my period two days ago...T I'm so sorry daddy!"

   John's heart leapt again, glad that nothing worse had caused his lovable
brunette to cry.  He hugged her close, intending to reassure her when she
kept talking,

   "I was so excited for us to be pregnant and to be all ready for you like
I promised when you got home...*sob*...  and this ruins everything!"

   Her head was spinning.  John could see it in her eyes, and he had to
fight a quiet chuckle seeing his daughter so distraught about something she
needn't be.

   "Sweetheart," he said, taking her face in his hands and turning her
toward him, "It's okay!  It's not the end of the world.  It's not the end
of anything."

   She looked up at him with big eyes and waited for him to say more.

   "First of all, I will wait for you forever if I have to.  I love you,
and whenever you can or want to sleep together or don't is just fine with
me." Lily seemed to be warming up word by word, but she still seemed upset
about something.

   "But we tried so many times daddy...  and I'm not pregnant!  It's my
fault I know it!"

   This time John did have to laugh, and he took Lily tight against his
chest, recalling how much he missed the feeling.  The tight shirt must have
been supportive enough for her because Lily didn't bother to wear a bra and
he could feel her young breasts against him.

   "Lily, it's not your fault at all.  Aww, were you worried about telling
me this for the last few days?"

   Lily shook her head yes.

   "Honey, sometimes it takes a few months of trying before you get
pregnant.  From the timing of things, it looks like we might have started a
little late anyway."

   Again, Lily's eyes brightened.

   "I don't know about you, but I'm willing to try a thousand more times if
it's with my beautiful daughter."

   Lily threw her arms around her dad, wiping the last tears off on his
shirt and trying to give him as big a hug as possible.

   "I love you so much daddy," she said, holding him.

   Cradling her head, John held his daughter close and reveled in how
deeply he loved her.  Being Lily's father and lover was said to be wrong in
so many ways, but it didn't feel wrong.  As he held her, John felt like
he'd been opened up to the deepest, most meaningful connection he'd ever
felt with somebody before, and the fact that it was his own
eighteen-year-old daughter was simply circumstance.  Of course, he'd not
allowed himself the feeling before the pretty brunette was of age, but she
was truly an adult now and he felt their desires and willingness were
unquestionably balanced.

   John had shared feelings such as he was having with his daughter in the
days past.  Lily greatly admired how much it mattered to her dad that she
was content and comfortable with everything that was going on.  Lily knew
she was inexperienced, or completely without experience until she gave her
dad her virginity a few weeks prior, but she wasn't dumb.  One of those
nights she'd spent curled up in his arms she'd told him:

   "I don't need to be older or more experienced or anything else to know
how I feel dad." John's eyes had gotten big with surprise and admiration.

   "I love you.  I want to be with you and be yours.  I know what it feels
like now to love somebody enough to want a baby with them, and that's how I
feel about you."

   That would have been enough for John, but his daughter showed him that
she wanted him in other ways too.  She was adventurous and spunky and
wanted to try everything in bed with him.  She wanted him to do everything
he'd ever wanted to her (within reason) and that's probably what made him
absolutely crazy about her.

   Rachel was never willing to do doggy with him; Lily loved arching her
back and sticking up her butt so he could easily enter her from behind. 
Rachel refused to use her mouth on him, though she loved when he did, and
Lily seemed to love licking him all over and getting him as hard as
possible before begging him to fuck her.  Lily also loved risking getting
caught.  Though he hadn't gotten a chance, John suspected his daughter
would probably like to try having sex in public; he fully intended to
satisfy her if that was the case.

   As the thoughts raced through John's mind, he held his anxious teenager
in his arms and felt her breathing regularize.

   "I was so excited for you to come home and fuck me on the counter daddy.
I'm sorry we can't." She said sincerely.

   "It's really okay Lil', I think we'll survive."

   "I don't know if I can though," Lily continued, backing away to look at
her dad, "I want you too badly."

   John just smiled, seeing a hint of the same insatiable sex drive in his
daughter that he often felt.  And Lily wasn't kidding, because before he
could retort, she started to slip down between his arms until she came to
rest perched in front of him.

   "Do you want me to suck your cock daddy?"

   She often did this now, seeing how excited her dad would get when she
played up the daughter role.

   "Oh daaad," she said, rubbing her hand over the bulge in his pants that
had been there since he walked in the house, "is this all big and hard for
me?"

   "So bad daddy!  You want your daughter to put your cock in her mouth
don't you?"

   As she spoke, Lily reached behind her head and wrapped her thick brown
hair in a ponytail.  Then she slowly and deliberately unbuckled her dad's
pants and pushed them to the ground.  John didn't interfere.  The sight was
too perfect to disrupt.  In seconds that felt like hours, Lily finally
pulled his boxer briefs down and his cock sprung free.

   "Do you want me to take my shirt off daddy?"

   John just shook his head 'yes,' and she obliged him.  Even watching her
grab the shirt and pull it up with two arms, slowly, over her head was
enough to make his cock jump.  She looked incredible, kneeling in front of
him with only a tall pair of white socks and tiny athletic shorts and now
her naked, young chest on display for her father.  He wasn't going to last
long.

   And when Lily grabbed him at the base of his cock and swallowed at least
half of his length, John worried he'd cum all too soon.  She kept eye
contact as she blew him, bobbing her head back and forth, her perfect
breasts quivering with each stroke.  John's daughter got better every time
she blew him.

   "Good girl, keep doing that," John said as Lily used her fingers to
massage his balls.  Where she picked that up, he had no idea, but it felt
so incredible he was near within seconds of her careful hands caressing
him.

   Breaking eye contact for a second, Lily plunged as deep as she could
onto her dad's cock, feeling it touch her near the back of her mouth before
she couldn't fit any more.  He was just too big.  She got him all nice and
wet as she pulled back and sucked eagerly at his tip.  John groaned aloud
as Lily encircled his tip with her tongue and then finally pulled her head
back to look adorably up at him.

   "I love your cock so much daddy," she said, working her hand down using
all the saliva she'd left on him.  "Are you gonna cum for me?"

   "Yes...ughh....  fuck Lil'"

   "Will you cum on my tits daddy?  Please?" she said with giant, fawning
eyes.  Lily bit her lip and stroked him more firmly.

   "Come on dad, I want it," she looked down to make sure she was stroking
him right and pointing his head at her chest.  When she heard John
beginning to gasp she looked back up with a furrowed brow and watched him
get tossed over the edge by her incredible stroking.

   When the first, pent up jet of cum splashed out, Lily gasped in
astonishment.  Her dad couldn't keep his eyes down on her; as hard as he
tried, his still head rolled back and he began to cum all over his
daughter's chest.  A second spurt landed right between Lily's perky
breasts, and then another, and another.  Lily directed it all over her,
relishing the warm streams of her daddy's sperm all over her.

   John eventually gathered himself to look and found himself mesmerized by
his fixated little girl still stroking him so she could keep watching his
forbidden spunk cover another streak of her bare, youthful skin.  Seeing
her so satisfied to have her dad's cum squirted haphazardly all over her
was yet another moment John hoped to remember for the rest of his life. 
She looked so beautiful, her face a bit flushed from the effort, still
perched athletically on her knees and slowly moving her hand on his yet
rigid member.

   When Lily looked up, she couldn't hide the proud smile on her face,
which, in tandem with the sight of her eighteen-year-old tits covered in
cum nearly made him orgasm again.  Lily giggled when she watched her dad
wince as her hand came in contact with his tingling head.

   "I think you needed that daddy, look how much you came on my boobs!" She
reached down and squeezed them together to show them off.

   The sight was almost too much for him; John felt weak in the knees with
desire for the tiny brunette.

   "Wanna take a picture of me daddy?" Lily said, raising her eyebrows.

   John was once again stunned.  His daughter amazed him in one way or
another every single day and he just couldn't get enough.  Reaching down to
the pants Lily had just taken off of him, John grabbed his phone.

   "You are unbelievable sweetie," John said.

   "I like being naughty for you dad," Lily said, "Sometimes I just wanna
be your slutty little daughter," she continued, a little embarrassed.

   John held up his phone and aimed it down at Lily, wishing so badly he
could just pick her up and fuck her until he spent an equally large load in
her needy insides.

   "Show me what a slutty little daughter looks like then Lily,"

   Excitedly, Lily arched her back to stick out her incredible breasts,
once again squeezing them together to show off the spunk that was
splattered atop them.  She bit her lip and turned her eyebrows downward
like a puppy who knew she'd done something wrong.  As John snapped the
picture, he already knew that it would be one he looked at countless times
in the future.  The photogenic little teen only needed one take, she wore
his cum and that adorable look of naughtiness perfectly for her daddy as he
snapped the shot.

   "And when we can again daddy," Lily said, standing up finally and
running a finger from the bottom of his cock all the way to the tip where
one last bit of cum remained, "I want you to fuck me like your slutty
little daughter too."

   With that she licked her finger to taste her dad's semen, looking boldly
at him the whole time.

   In his state of haste and preoccupation with getting home to his
daughter, John hadn't quite kept track of time.  He'd gotten on the road
later than he intended, and now it was near dinner time, right about the
time his wife usually arrived home from work.  So when the rumbling of the
garage door came, John knew it would be only a moment or two before his
wife came barging in through the door next to the kitchen.

   "Uh oh," Lily said.

   But there was something off in her voice.  Something she knew that he
didn't.  John had pulled up his pants almost instantaneously when the sound
came, but Lily hadn't even attempted to cover up or make herself scarce. 
Again, Lily's eyes met his daringly.

   "Lily!" John cried, "Your mother,"

   Lily shook her head 'no.'

   John was in a state of absolute terror.  He reached out for his topless
and cum-splattered daughter; maybe he could push her into a hiding spot
before his wife made it into the kitchen.

   But she dodged him, stepping back before he could grab her.

   "What are you doing?!" he said as quietly but seriously as he could.

   Lily looked back at the door and then at her father, "you aren't the
only one who's been busy these last few days daddy."

   With that, she raised her eyebrows and the door opened.

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

   It was something Lily saw on vacation.  It was subtle, but Lily just
happened to look at the right moment.  Only a touch, a hand on a thigh for
the briefest moment that had clued her in.  But Lily had seen it, and
apparently nobody else had.

   Her mother and friend Eileen had been sitting in the back of the boat
when Rachel reached out to touch her best friend on the thigh.  She must
not have thought anyone would see, but she was wrong.  As Lily's mom moved
her hand to caress Eileen's thigh and then removed it while gazing at her
the entire time, Lily quickly realized that this was not just a friendly
vacation for the two mothers.

   How could she not have seen it?  How did they manage to hide it so well?
How long had it been going on?  What was IT in the first place?

   Lily had been so preoccupied thinking about the tryst with her father
the night before or how she wanted him to fuck her the next day that she
hadn't been paying close enough attention.  Perhaps if Lily could hide the
fact that she had her dad's cum running down her inner thigh at dinner, her
mother could do the same with whatever was going on between her and that
loud, obnoxious friend of hers.

   It was too early to tell her dad.  Plus, despite the fact that she was
doing everything she could to keep her dad happy, Lily didn't think she
needed to imply his wife was cheating on him, at least not until she had
some proof.

   Immediately Lily began to scheme.  She hated having to hide her new
relationship with her dad.  What if she could somehow find a way to reveal
it all?  Just the thought of having sex with her daddy in another room with
her mom's knowledge made Lily wet with anxiousness.  She had to
investigate.

   But they gave her nothing.  Not a night spent in the same bed, not a
stolen kiss or a few words when Lily was just within earshot.  They were
practiced at this, it must have been going on a long time.  It made sense.
Her mother's image was everything to her: so proud of her children, her
successful marriage to a now-wealthy man, her social life...  she was even
outspokenly judgmental of divorcees and cheaters and such.  Perhaps it was
all just guilt and a cover-up for what was really going on.

   Lily wondered if she had been wrong, maybe the touch was just an
accident.  And they'd only given her the most subtle indications that there
was something between them for the rest of the vacation.  She had begun to
let her guard down when something stuck out to her after they'd gotten
home.

   "Going shopping!" Her mother had announced one day on her way out the
door.

   That would be completely normal for her...usually.

   But the day before Rachel had given her daughter the credit card she
always used for shopping.  Lily's mom never forgot that card; if there was
even a chance she might need it Rachel would be all over the forgetful
teenager to have it back.

   Lily's senses were on high alert.  It was only her at home, and the
other car was in the garage.  Her dad had been gone a few days already and
her brother had gone back to his apartment in the city the day they got
back from vacation.  If she hurried she could follow her mom to the "mall"
and see for herself what was going on.

   Minutes later, Lily was in the car following as far away as she could
while her mom went in the complete opposite direction of the mall.  Yep,
something was up.

   She followed her to the next suburb over, and as Lily entered it her
heart began to race; it was the suburb where Eileen lived.

   The next hour or so went down exactly as Lily might have expected.  She
felt like a private investigator in one of those reality TV shows: snooping
around, taking pictures through windows.  It worked out perfectly, like she
was meant to have followed her mom that afternoon.  It was a warm day, so
Lily even got some videos through an open window..

   Most of it was totally gross to Lily.  She had no interest in women, or
in seeing what two women did to pleasure each other, especially not her
mother and another forty-something suburban housewife.  But still she
watched, she photographed and she recorded what was obviously not the first
time her mother and her long-time female friend had been together.  Lily
felt particularly justified when she caught on tape a conversation the two
of them had about Lily and her dad:

   "...they don't know anything." Rachel had said, getting dressed in the
bedroom they'd just finished up in.

   "John's too boring to think anything like us would actually happen, and
the kids don't care about anyone but themselves."

   Lily found it hard not to jump up and retort.  Her mom had always been
negative about everything; she just took it as Rachel trying to make
herself feel better about the affair.

   "Plus he's too busy attending to your daughter it looks like," Eileen
replied to Rachel, "Lily hardly spet a moment talking to my son."

   "Yeah, sorry about that," Rachel said, "I can't ever separate those
two."

   "Lily's really become quite the looker huh?  Maybe that's why your
husband spends so much time with her: same brand, younger model."

   Rachel laughed at the comparison but obviously didn't approve of the
joke, "Oh shut up, that's disgusting.  And he doesn't have the guts to pull
something like that"

   Lily almost laughed aloud.  Her mom was clueless on so many levels.

   "Well if he isn't maybe you should, perhaps she takes after her mother
and would want in on "shopping" with us."

   "That's enough!" Rachel said, jumping on her lover and covering her
mouth.

   Despite everything, Lily was mad.  She'd never, ever, ever, participate
in what she just saw her mother and that awful friend of hers doing, but
that wasn't it.  She was mad at her mother because she knew now that her
dad was deprived of the kind of playfulness and love and everything in
between that she'd just witnessed between the two women.

   She couldn't be mad at her for getting married to her father in the
first place; Lily wouldn't be there if she hadn't.  However, for as long as
the affair had been going on and likely a lot longer there was no doubt her
dad had missed out on the true happiness that was supposed to come in a
relationship.  Lily hoped she was filling that role for her dad now, but
Lily truly resented her mom for being so selfish.

   Lily left in a tizzy, quietly shirking off to her car parked down the
street.  For the first ten minutes, she thought in circles about how unfair
and careless her mother was being with John's feelings.  In fact, what
about the rest of the family; she didn't exactly have anything good to say
about them either.  No, that was not important.  Lily decided she would
instead find a way to use all the photos and video she'd just stored up on
her phone to make her dream of truly being with her dad happen.

   By the time Rachel came home, Lily had a plan.  Simply listening to the
way her mom lied about where she'd gone and what she'd been doing only
fueled the fire.

   Her plan commenced the next day.  A few nights ago she'd sent the
naughty photo to her dad.  She wasn't going to involve him yet, but the
photo would work just fine.

   Rachel and Lily had the same phone, so switching them could easily lead
to her mother seeing something she shouldn't...

   While watching TV in the other room, Lily heard her mother gasp
dramatically.

   "LILY YOU COME IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

   Usually she would be terrified, but this time not so much.  In fact,
Lily ambled into the kitchen with a smile on her face.  Her plan was
already falling into place; Rachel was holding her daughter's phone and
standing with her mouth agape in the kitchen.  Just as Lily had planned,
she'd swapped their phones where Rachel always left hers on the kitchen
counter.  She didn't even know the worst part yet.

   "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS PICTURE DOING ON YOUR PHONE?"

   Lily looked curiously at the phone her mother was holding up and smiled
again.

   "Oh, that?" she said knowingly "I sent that to daddy the other night."

   Lily honestly didn't know what to expect when she said that.  The
silence her mother maintained for the next few seconds was understandable.

   "You....  did....  WHAT?" Her tone just sounded so stupid, thought Lily.

   "I...sent...it...to...dad...the...other...night." She retorted
mockingly.

   "I heard you, you little bitch," Rachel said, Lily knew she was pushing
her luck, at least until the big reveal.  "Why on earth would you do that."

   "I dono, maybe cuz I was horny?  He hasn't fucked me since he left on
his trip!"

   Again, silence.  This time it was different.  Lily's mom was probably
trying to work out whether to believe her or not.  And if she did, there
would obviously be some accepting of the reality.

   "YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE YOUNG LADY!" She was yelling again, "Just
wait until I tell your father what you said."

   So she didn't believe her, whatever.  Lily was smiling again.

   "What the fuck are you smiling about?" Rachel asked incredulously.

   "Oh I don't think I'm gonna be in any trouble, that's all." Lily said,
baiting her.

   Rachel scoffed, "And why's that?"

   "Well, do you want the reason you won't be grounding me or the proof
that daddy and I are fucking first?" Lily said, having fun with it.

   "Cut this shit out right now Lily!" Rachel said, sounding more and more
nervous.

   "Why don't you go ahead and swipe to the left on my phone?  You'll have
to go past the other photo I sent to dad first tho."

   Sure enough, the picture of Lily in her bathing suit was there on the
first swipe.  But the next swipe was the moment of truth.  Rachel's eyes
widened immediately.  She made it two pictures further before dropping the
phone on the counter like it had burned her.

   "What's the matter mom, you didn't even get to the best ones?"

   "I don't know what you think that is, but I'll have nothing to do with
it." Rachel tried.

   "Oh I think you know what this is," Lily continued, "And I think if you
just give it a minute to sink in, you'll realize that I'm not your 'little
bitch' anymore."

   Rachel stayed quiet.

   "I know you'll think of claiming they're fake, or destroying my phone or
whatever else you can come up with, but it's no use.  I've thought of
everything."

   Rachel looked like she was going to throw up, it was probably because it
was the first time she'd ever felt powerless and she couldn't stand it.

   "You'll threaten to turn me and dad in, you'll threaten to kick us out,
but save it.  You know your whole life as you know it would be over if
anyone found out about daddy and I or about you and your affairs."

   The words stung her mother.  How much of this did Lily have, was it just
the one time or was it something worse.  Lily didn't know there were
multiple affairs, but it was worth a guess.  Judging by her mother's
reaction, she had more to hide.  Good.

   "What would all of your committees say if they found out?  I wonder if
you could still be on the school board with Eileen if they knew you two
were fucking?"

   Judging by the look on her mother's face, Lily didn't think she had to
go any further.

   "So here's what I'm going to propose: are you listening?"

   Rachel nodded half-heartedly.

   "You can keep doing your thing.  The photos and the truth can stay just
between us."

   Her mother seemed to perk up and listen more attentively when Lily said
that.

   "And you and your dad?" Rachel managed to eek out.

   "Oh so you believe me now?  Well somebody has got to take care of him,
and we both know that isn't you.  Tell me the truth, do you love him at all
anymore?"

   Rachel's silence was enough to answer the question.

   "Well I love him, more than you ever have.  So for now, you should just
act like it's totally normal." Lily said.

   "Like it's totally normal for a father to be molesting his daughter??"
Rachel tried to fight back.

   "Uh, no.  First of all, I practically begged daddy to take my
virginity." Rachel winced at that, "I'm eighteen years old and perfectly
capable of making my own decisions.  Dad wouldn't have done anything I
didn't absolutely want him to do."

   Rachel thought for a few more seconds before saying, "no, I won't let it
happen."

   "I thought you might try to refuse so I'll just say this: why don't you
sleep on it.  If you haven't changed your mind in the morning, then we can
sit down together and figure out who you want to send your photoshoot to
first?"

   With that, Rachel got up and stormed out of the kitchen.  Lily honestly
didn't know what her mother would decide given a day or so to think about
it, but she had a feeling things would work out.  Revealing that she and
her dad had been having sex...incestuous sex...  felt empowering.  Lily was
proud and relieved and horny all at the same time.  Things could still
backfire, but she knew her mother well; Rachel was so obsessed with the
perfect facade she wore every day; something like this could destroy it
entirely.  Would she really risk it?

   Sure enough, Lily got her answer the next day.  Rachel slinked into the
kitchen with a scowl on her face while Lily was watching TV and eating a
bowl of cereal.

   "Hey mom," Lily said, trying to break the ice after Rachel had been
silent for a moment.

   "Hi.  So...  what is it you want out of this?  Money?  A new car? 
What?" Rachel asked.

   "No, I told you, I don't want anything, not from you anyway." Lily said
happily.

   "So, what then?"

   "Well," Lily replied, cocking her head, "I guess I just want to have
free reign to have sex with daddy any time I want."

   "You know that's illegal right?" Rachel said snarkily.

   "Yep, we both do.  But I can't help how I feel about dad, and you
wouldn't know anything about that."

   "I can't believe I raised such a little cunt," Rachel said, not quite
under her breath.

   "And you won't be intervening either, making comments like that or
putting guilt on dad when I make him want me so bad he can't help himself."
Lily continued.

   "Whatever Lily," Rachel snapped back.

   "No, I'm serious mom.  I can send those pictures out one by one.  And
wow did you and Eileen get into some really weird stuff!"

   "Ugh" Rachel scoffed in compliance.

   The two of them stared each other down in silence.  Neither wanted to be
the next to speak Lily decided to step up:

   "Did you ever love him?" Lily asked again.  She was still bickering, but
Rachel could sense the hurt in her voice.

   "Yes, I did...in a way," Rachel trailed off.  "I wanted kids; I wanted a
normal life, I didn't know how else to do it."

   "So you just used dad to get what you want?" Lily asked forcefully "Do
you realize how unfair that is to him?"

   Rachel didn't seem to have an answer.  Either she knew Lily was right,
or she didn't care.  Based on what she'd heard the day before at Eileen's,
Lily assumed the latter.

   Lily couldn't know it, but she had struck a bit of a nerve with her
mother.  After all, John and Rachel had been together for many years; she
didn't hate him or it never would have worked.  She just didn't love him
the way most wives did.  A part of her, however small, was glad that her
husband had someone to love him the way Lily did, to make love to him and
take the pressure off Rachel.  She would never reveal her feelings to
either of them.  She would retain that it was disgusting and wrong; but
perhaps this way she wouldn't have to worry about the whole thing
imploding. Ultimately, their secrets could stay all under one roof.

   "Are you two at least using...protection?" Rachel asked, grimacing.

   Lily was quick to answer: "Yes mom.  and I got my period yesterday so
you have nothing to worry about."

   It was true, and the disdain Lily's mom took for her daughter being
argumentative was actually disappointment.  So much was happening all at
once, but Lily hadn't lost sight of how badly she wanted to be carrying her
dad's baby.  She'd dreamt about it since the first time she'd watched him
cum, so pleased to see her dad lose himself that way.  And he had wanted to
get Lily pregnant too; at least he'd tried so many times Lily had lost
count.

   'Argghhh!' Lily screamed inwardly.  It only made her want to take it out
on her mother more.

   "Well we're putting you on birth control right away then, got it?"
Rachel asked, like she still intended to maintain some kind of power over
her daughter.

   "Yeah sure," said a distracted Lily, thinking about how she was going to
tell her dad she'd gotten her period and wondering if he would be upset
with her.

   "And the pictures on your phone?" Rachel asked.

   "I'll delete the ones on my phone." Lily promised, seeing surprise on
her mom's face.  "Oh I'll be keeping them in other places just in case. 
But they'll stay there as long as you don't come between me and dad."

   Lily's mom would spend the days before John arrived home debating
whether or not she could somehow maneuver around her daughter's leverage.
Ultimately, Lily had judged her correctly.  Rachel liked her life and she
didn't need anything to change.  She could maintain all of the
relationships, clubs and committees she had.  She could continue the affair
with Eileen, and probably be a lot less secretive, which was the most
relieving part.

   Rachel was feeling about as cooperative as she could manage the day her
husband was scheduled to return.  Even given days to consider it, Rachel
didn't know what she'd say to her husband.  They were both guilty of
something.  On one hand, Rachel's affair had been going on a long time, and
involved more than just Eileen.  She didn't know how much the two of them
knew, or would find out.  On the other hand, John was fucking their
daughter, which was almost unthinkable to her.  Then again, Lily was
gorgeous, perhaps even as much as her mother at that age, thought Rachel.
Illegal or not, there was some logic behind his attraction to the
eighteen-year-old.

   Regardless of how weird things had gotten in the last few days at the
house, Rachel was feeling better as she pulled into the garage on Monday.
She'd gotten Lily on birth control, she'd had a guilt-free day of sex with
Eileen and seen her friends that afternoon at the country club.  She
grabbed the groceries and opened the door.

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   To John, it felt like everything was happening in slow motion.  Lily had
not gotten time to tell him everything that had happened in the time since
he'd gotten home and managed to coat his pretty daughter's breasts in
spunk.

   The door opened, and Rachel came through.

   His topless teenager timed it perfectly, giving Rachel a long look at
her as she strutted by.  John's wife gasped, and her mouth dropped open.

   It was totally out of his control.  There was no question now, even with
his pants on and his manhood returning to normal size, it was obviously
John who'd cum all over the brunette's chest.

   But Rachel's eyes...  as they met Lily's they narrowed in anger.

   What on earth was going on?  Why hadn't his wife begun screaming as
expected?  She wasn't even looking at him, instead focused on Lily and the
state she'd found her in.

   As Lily walked out, John guiltily picked her shirt up off the ground. 
He watched his wife turn toward him and shoot him the nastiest look.

   She knew something.  She had expected this somehow.

   Rachel didn't know where the line between intervening with Lily and
John's relationship and 'acting like it was normal' fell, so she stayed
quiet.  After a moment, which felt like an hour to John, Rachel walked all
the way into the kitchen and set the groceries on the counter across from
him.  Yep, she knew.

   "So..." he prodded, "you....know....about us?" he said with uncertainty.

   "No, I don't know anything" Rachel quipped, "I must have missed your
sperm all over our daughter's tits." The sarcasm was thick in her voice.

   "I guess you're into a lot of things I didn't know about."

   Okay, something was definitely up, and there was no way Rachel would
just brush something like this off if Lily wasn't forcing her to.  Even
though it wasn't him controlling her, John felt oddly powerful seeing his
wife so restrained.  Still, with no idea what was going on, John didn't
want to push it.

   "Who knew I'd be into a little relief after being away for a few days,
you certainly never did" John said with attitude.  Two could play this
game.

   Rachel only scoffed and went about her business.  She couldn't argue
with her husband for fear that she might be breaking the terms of her
agreement with Lily.  John was glad of it, and took off after his daughter
after an awkward pause in the kitchen.

   He found her in the bathroom, stripping off her clothes and waiting for
the shower to warm up.  A big smile came across Lily's face when her dad
walked in.

   "I'm sorry I didn't have time to tell you daddy," she said with that
cute little frown, "I was so worried you'd be disappointed with me for not
being pregnant."

   "I told you already honey," John said, stepping closer and putting a
hand around her naked bottom, "it's okay, it's nobody's fault, and won't it
be fun to have all kinds of sex until one of my swimmers finally gets ya?"

   Lily giggled as her dad squeezed her butt.  "uhhh huh!" she agreed,
shaking her head up and down enthusiastically.

   "Now, are you going to tell me why you decided it would be okay for your
mother to see that big mess we made all over these puppies?" John asked,
holding his hands out and jiggling her teenage breasts together.  Again his
daughter laughed aloud as she watched him playing with her tits.

   "I'll tell you, if you get in the shower with me!"

   Despite still feeling a little strange about everything, John didn't
dare turn his naked little daughter down.  She held his hand and stepped
under the shower, happy to have her dad with her again.

   Lily proceeded to tell him everything that happened: her suspicions,
what had raised them, following her mom to the Murphy's house, the photos,
and finally the argument afterward.  John added some perspective that Lily
hadn't thought of: that her mother had been pushing the relationship with
Eileen's son so strongly because she'd likely wanted more excuse to see her
lover even more.

   John didn't know his daughter had it in her to execute such a scheme. 
But it had obviously worked, judging by the reaction of his wife upon
seeing the clear evidence of incest on his daughter in the kitchen.  He was
so proud it made him want Lily more.

   Like the perfect, sweet girl she was, at some point after John had
washed all of the spunk from her chest Lily got down on her knees in the
shower and sucked her dad's hard cock until he came in her mouth.  Rachel
had given him hardly enough blowjobs to count on one hand, and here his
little girl was giving him the second in less than an hour.  And she
swallowed it all like it was nothing, licking at the last drop that
remained on his tip before standing back up to face him.

   "I can't get over you," John told her.

   "Good!" Lily replied, "I hope you never do."

   She hugged him close, feeling so small in his arms at almost a foot
shorter than him.

   "No way Lily," he promised the teen, "you're mine now, my bad little
girl."

   With that he grabbed her butt with a slap by both hands.  Lily jumped
and wrapped her legs around him.  If only they could have sex, Lily would
be howling with the feeling of her dad shoving inside of her in this
position.

   "I want you to fuck me really hard when it's time daddy," Lily said,
feeling bashful, "is that okay?"

   "Oh god Lil', I would be happy to." John replied, rolling his head back
as he imagined taking his daughter in the exact position he was now.

   "I almost forgot," Lily said suddenly, dropping to her feet on the floor
of the shower, "mom made me go and get a prescription for birth control
when I told her.  She thinks we're using condoms too..." Lily said with a
shrug and a guilty look on her face.

   "Well, maybe it's best not to incite any trouble with her?" John asked

   "But I don't want to stop trying to get pregnant daddy," she said,
trying to sound how she always did when she wanted something.  It always
worked on him.  "Mom watches me take the pills, but the doctor said that
while I'm on my period they are just sugar pills.  So I haven't taken any
real ones yet"

   "Hmmm..." John said, thinking, "Well my little troublemaker, have you
come up with any plans for this part too?"

   "What if we found some that looked just like the regular ones and
replaced them?"

   "Yep, I think you nailed it," John said.  He was turned on beyond
belief. The fact that Lily would go to such lengths for him made John want
to shower her in praise, gifts, whatever she wanted.

   John took firm grasp of her shoulders and looked at her intently, saying
""God I love you Lily,"

   She squirmed in his grasp, unable to hide how good hearing him say that
made her feel.  She knew he meant it differently and full of much more
meaning than before.  It took standing up on the tips of her wet toes to
reach him for a soft, lovely kiss.  Her lips tasted like the warm water
that was pouring down and keeping her backside warm while her father did
the same for her front.

   As they stood there together, Lily felt her dad's penis beginning to
swell again, pushing right between them and making her giggle and stay on
her toes so it could linger between her legs a second more.

   "Soon daddy, I love you too" she whispered before stepping down,
grabbing a towel and exiting the shower.

   The next few days were going to be tough.

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

   And they were.  When they went out to the drugstore the next day looking
for matching pills to trick Lily's mother, John and Lily agreed to wait
until the next time they'd actually have sex before engaging in any
activity at all.  It seemed like a good idea at the time; saving up would
increase his sperm count for when Lily was ready to have sex again and that
thought was enough to get him through.  But he would regret it later,
especially falling asleep at night in her bed (there was no point going
back to his own by then) with a raging hard-on and a sexy teenager in his
embrace.

   At the store, Lily was wearing a sort-of Aztec-patterned top that was a
pattern of voids he could see right through..  She had on a strapless bra
beneath, but upon glimpsing her toned midsection that always impressed him,
thoughts of fucking her right there in the aisle filled his brain.  And the
jean shorts...  she seemed to have endless pairs of them.  These ones had
the bottoms rolled up so they showed a lighter band below.  Consequently,
they were even shorter that way, and every single guy they passed chanced a
look.  John made sure to make eye contact with every one of them.  'She's
mine,' he felt like saying.

   Later in the week, Rachel decided to put on a show for Lily and her dad
by inviting Eileen over and hosting what sounded like a pornography filming
session in their bedroom.  It still stung, the knowledge that his wife had
been cheating on him for so long.  But with Lily by his side after they'd
tiptoed close to the room, looking toward the closed door and then up at
him with wide eyes, his troubles seemed less important.

   Seeing her giggle and grab his side, whispering: "did you hear that?!"
John loved her more than ever.  Hair in a messy bun, yet another cute
outfit, and a big smile on her face because she knew they were getting the
better end of the deal, John began to make plans of his own.

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   Saturday night, a jet-black towncar pulled up to the front of the house.
John had told his daughter remarkably little.  When they woke up that
morning, John kissed Lily on the neck gently to wake her up.

   "Lil'," he said, waiting for her to roll towards him with a sleepy
groan, "I'm going to go out for a little bit.  There's an envelope with
your name on it for a day at the best spa in the city, and money for a new
dress.  Be ready at 7:00, okay?"

   "Yes sir!" she said jokingly, just opening her eyes in time to accept a
kiss.  Lily craned her neck as he backed out of bed to try and make it last
longer, but then he was gone.

   As she rolled onto her back and stretched, Lily realized she was
excited. Even though they could have had sex days ago, her dad had still
suggested they wait.  She admired his self-control, but secretly wished he
would just fuck her senseless every minute she was awake.  She couldn't
believe he had lasted this long, but now that she knew he was planning
something mysterious it made sense.

   The birth control trick was working like a charm.  Lily's mom came to
her at the same time every night and watched her take the pill.  Lily might
have complained about how overbearing she was being, but knowing that she
remained unprotected and totally ready to be fertilized by daddy's cum,
Lily was willing to sacrifice that argument.

   The day at the spa was wonderful: a massage, manicure, pedicure,
steam...facial...the works.  Lily had even spent a little of the money on a
full wax, though she usually kept it that way for her dad anyway.  She just
wanted to be as beautiful as possible for him that night.

   Near the spa was one of Lily's favorite stores.  It was expensive, but
her dad gave her way too much money anyway.  Like the rest of the day had
gone, she found the perfect dress in only a few minutes.  Thankfully, it
was much less than he had given her, probably because the dress was well...
a little slutty, thought Lily.  With a part of what was left, Lily bought
heels and the cutest, set of bra and panties she could find.

   As seven o'clock approached, Lily grew more and more anxious.  She
hadn't seen her dad all day, not after she returned from the spa or in the
hours leading up to their date.  The eighteen-year-old was meticulous in
getting ready, putting on her make-up, getting dressed.  As she slid on the
new underwear, Lily could feel how much wetter and warmer her inner thighs
had grown anticipating the night.

   John finally heard the click of heels upstairs at about a quarter after
seven.  Somehow, the little minx managed to be late given literally hours
and hours to get ready.  But then he saw her.

   First, his eyes found the source of the clicking:

   Heels, not too tall, black and slim with her freshly manicured toes
peeking out from an open-toed front.  Lily even had pretty feet.  No
surprise there.

   Then her legs:

   Smooth, tan and looking like they'd been bathed in moisturizer all day.
Absolutely beautiful.

   Of course, they went on forever, reaching the bottom of her dress far
too high for a night out with dad:

   The dress was enough to drop John's jaw.  It hugged her without a fold
or a wrinkle or an inch more fabric than necessary.  It was short, but not
enough to make his fatherly instinct send her back upstairs to change, or
maybe that wasn't his fatherly instinct..., The cups of the dress that
covered what he longed to see underneath were blue, forming a wide neckline
despite thin straps that hung on to her outer shoulder.  The brilliant blue
color made its way down the center of the dress on front and back, with
black hugging her hips.

   But it was underneath that floored him most.  Lily's skin positively
glowed.  It didn't seem possible, but she was more beautiful than he had
left her that morning or any one before.  Her perfect breasts were thrust
up into the plunging neckline, so plump he wanted to bury his face in them
and leave a mark from sucking on her beautiful skin.

   But it was her face that finally did him in:

   Lily had seen him goggling her; it was what she wanted all day.  She had
the prettiest smile from ear to ear.  Gleaming white teeth, a deep pink
lipstick and light makeup that looked applied by a professional.

   "Lily," John finally managed to speak as she descended the last few
steps, "I have never seen a more beautiful woman in all my life."

   Her smile only got wider, and as she carefully took the last step to her
dad's level, her knee felt weak from accepting his praise.  Her black,
metal earrings dangled as she turned the corner and her luscious brown hair
swayed to reveal them.  If Lily hadn't reached out for her dad's hand he
might have passed out altogether.

   Lily ran a hand inside her father's jacket.  She had noticed immediately
how great he looked in a close-fitting gray jacket and pants.  His shirt
looked expensive and fit him so well: a handsome, white and slim fitting
button up.  Lily couldn't believe she was going on her first real date with
a real man as handsome as her father.

   "Do you feel that," Lily asked, taking her father's hand and placing it
right above the exposed half of her breast, "my heart is beating so fast
daddy, I don't know why you make me so nervous."

   John almost forgot to respond after feeling the swell of her teenage
chest against the side of his hand, "Oh honey," he managed, "it's me who
should be nervous.  People are going to wonder what a girl who looks like
she stepped out of one of those fashion magazines is doing with an old guy
like me.

   Again Lily's heart flipped over in her chest, "DAAAAAD!  I wish I could
tell you how many times my friends have said they want to bang you.  In
that jacket....ohhh," she gasped, continuing to rub his chest and playing
with a button right between his big chest muscles, "Are you sure I
shouldn't pull this dress up a little and you can fuck me over the table
there the way you like?"

   Of course that gave John an instant erection, but they'd waited too
long.

   "No," he said strongly, "we are going out to the car."

   Lily could tell it took him a lot of strength to deny her.  Even the
thought of having her father inside her was making her neglected pussy
tingle with desire.  But she appeased him, walking outside to a beautiful
summer evening, glad she wouldn't need a jacket.

   The car was gorgeous: not just any towncar but a brand new luxury
vehicle with soft leather seats and music and a delicious champagne her dad
poured her after speaking quietly with the driver.  During the most
memorable car ride Lily had ever taken, she told John all about her day. 
He couldn't help but feel aroused when she talked about how often she was
naked.  He hadn't seen her like that in a few days and he had to pinch
himself to respect her and not push the straps of her dress hungrily down
over her shoulders.

   "Daddy," she asked sweetly, "how long are you going to make me wait?"

   "Come on Lil', don't make this harder on me," he begged, "it's time I
treated you like a real girlfriend, no....  better.  Soon enough we can be
more than that,"

   Lily swooned, "well, how about tonight...  I'm just 'yours'?" she asked.

   "I'd love that." he agreed.

   More and more, Lily was becoming everything he ever wanted.  Beautiful,
adventurous, happy, and willing to give herself wholly into a relationship.
Rachel would have never agreed to go to an undisclosed location, or even
put as much effort into getting ready.  Where Lily was happy just to be
with her dad for now, Rachel would have been constantly pushing for a label
on the relationship or the next big step.  He was still having trouble
coping with the lie that had gotten them through the last twenty-some
years, but with Lily at his side it seemed so much easier to bear.

   "NO.  WAY." Lily proclaimed, looking out the window and up at the
building as they were coming to a stop.  She looked back at him, looking
for an explanation.  The brand new building downtown...  the one with the
restaurant at the very top that took some five or six weeks to get a
reservation for.

   John just smiled.

   "DAD!" She cried.  Only famous people went there; or at least that's
what her friends said.

   Still, he smiled back.  He wasn't royalty or anything, he'd just helped
out the owner of the restaurant by introducing him to the building owners
when the plans were still confidential.  It really was just a coincidence,
but the owner had offered that he call any time he wanted a table and he
could expect the best service available.  John might have cashed in for his
anniversary with Rachel, but this was so much better.

   She was so enamored, looking up at the clear wall of glass that extended
multiple stories high for the main entrance that she didn't even notice her
dad get out and come around to her door.

   "For you Lily," he said, offering his hand for help stepping out of the
car, "anything."

   Lily felt like she was in a movie, all the way up to the top floor where
the restaurant was.

   "Go ahead, push the button," John said, trying to snap her out of the
daydreamy state she'd been in.  Lily had to loosen the tight grip she had
on her father's arm just to reach the button, and pushing it gave her just
as much satisfaction as when she was a little kid.

   "Mr.  Fiorella!" A man in an incredibly expensive suit said as he
spotted them walking up to the hostess.  Lily hadn't ever heard their name
pronounced by someone who was actually Italian.

   "So good to see you again John," he said with that thick accent,
stopping quite dramatically when he saw Lily and smacking his foot on the
ground.  "And who...is...this beauty on your arm?"

   "This is m..."

   "Hi I'm Lily, John's daughter," she interjected.  John forgot for a
moment that Lily was a forward, independent girl.  With Rachel, he always
had to tote her around.  "I'm so sorry my dad hasn't told me about you, but
what's your name?"

   "John, I'm hurt!" The man feigned.  "My name is Marco D'Agosto and this
is my restaurant," he said motioning with his hand, "though tonight. 
bella, it is yours."

   With that, Marco bent and kissed Lily's hand.  John might have been
jealous if he didn't know Marco so well.  They'd met in Italy many years
ago when he and his wife were vacationing and she'd gone to bed far too
early as usual.  They'd met out on the piazza and Marco had taken John all
around the city, introducing him to women and clubs and hot spots he'd
never have seen otherwise, always at night when his wife chickened out. 
John flown over the Atlantic many times to visit him since and he,
thankfully, never changed.  Marco was always affectionate with women but
ultimately harmless.

   Leading them to the table, Marco was probably relaying a similar story
to Lily as John trailed behind.  No complaint from him, because Lily's
dress was equally stunning from the back.  Lily did catch him checking her
out, biting her lip and squinting at him when she looked back and then
returned to Marco's story.

   Finally, he opened two large doors that led out to a private balcony. 
It was tucked into the side of the building to protect from the wind, but
despite being the most beautiful part of the restaurant, empty.  The other
tables were set with candles that were obviously centered around their
table

   "Marco, you didn't hold this for us did you?" John asked

   "Of course I did," Marco said, "It's just one night, and I couldn't help
myself, I owe you everything Giovanni!"

   "You shouldn't have," said John, "I won't complain any more, but only
this time, you promise?  Only because this is for Lily."

   "Yes sir," he said, exaggerating and turning so Lily could see his
fingers crossed behind his back.  "I'll send a waiter with our favorite
wine from back home, capice?"

   "Marco," Lily's dad said, "thank you, truly."

   John watched Lily blow his old friend a kiss as she sat down.  She was
so proper and graceful, John knew she could fit in anywhere.  As he took
his own seat, Lily was looking all around her and then over the railing
just next to their table.  When her eyes found her dad's she leaned in as
close as possible and said, not too quietly:

   "I want to fuck you so bad right now."

   John smiled and then darted his eyes back and forth, "Lily!  Careful!"

   "What?" she said, "I think Marco would tell his guests to look away if
you asked him to,"

   "Maybe," John laughed.  He had obviously impressed her.

   Before the wine came, Lily made him tell her everything about Marco and
how the hell he'd gotten in such high regard with the interesting man.  And
in no time, they'd gone through a bottle of wine.  Nobody dared ask Lily
her age, eighteen-year-olds simply didn't look as beautiful as she did that
night.

   "Daddy," she said sweetly, feeling emboldened by the wine, "it's going
to work this time.  We are going to get pregnant, I know it, maybe
tonight."

   She took another swig of wine, "I think I have mom under control for
now, but I don't know what we'll do once I miss my first period."

   "Does that scare you baby?" John asked.

   "No, no!" Lily assured him, "I just didn't plan that far."

   "It's okay Lily," John told his troubled daughter, "I think I've got
that figured out."

   "Really?" She asked with a mix of excitement and hesitation.

   "Well I still really want you to go to school, and I you do too, right?"
John said, watching his daughter nod.  "And we've got plenty of schools to
choose from since you got in to so many."

   "What if we picked our favorite city out of them and moved there?"

   "You'd do that...for me?" She asked, completely shocked.

   "Lily, I told you, I'm not leaving your side, ever.  It's still your
choice, we could forget the whole thing and wait until you're done with
school.  I'll still want you to have our baby, I know it."

   Lily looked mad, "Are you changing your mind Dad?" she exclaimed

   "Shhhh," he said, watching her grit her teeth, "No, I have been
imagining how beautiful you are going to look and thinking non-stop about
getting you pregnant since we first talked about it on vacation and
honestly quite a bit before that"

   Her look softened.

   "I want to make a baby with you more than anything, I just want to do it
right by you."

   Lily looked embarrassed for overreacting.  It was hard to keep all her
strong feelings at bay.  "No daddy, I think you're idea is great.  I could
go to school for at least a semester, have the baby and then go back,"

   "I'll make sure you have plenty of time to do that, we can hire help, I
can work from home..." John said, "I don't really have to work right now,
just need to keep myself busy."

   "I can keep you busy dad," Lily flirted.

   "I know you can Lil', so we can make all of these decisions together
once we move.  But we'll have to keep everything a secret until its done."

   Lily agreed, knowing there was still more plans to be made.  But in a
way, the evening felt like they were finally a real couple, with real plans
to be together, not just slinking around when her mother was asleep.

   Dinner was incredible, even better than Lily expected.  They talked
about everything and nothing as usual, both father and daughter felt a
connection unlike any they'd experienced before.  Whether it was talking
about music or the way Lily had slipped out of a shoe and was gently
rubbing his calf They'd gone through two bottles of wine in a few hours,
and Lily was finding that it made her so horny she couldn't take it.

   "Daddy, I really want you," she whispered too loud, "will you take me
home?"

   "Just one more thing honey," John promised, hearing his restless
daughter groan in frustration.

   Marco came out a few minutes later.  She'd seen them talking quietly
when John went to the bathroom.

   "Ms.  Fiorella, would you please take my arm?" Marco asked, "I'd like to
show you to dessert."

   Lily was slightly drunk and totally confused.  John had to laugh that
Marco would try to get close to his daughter one more time before they
left, but he could see that the Italian was only making things better for
him.  Lily obviously wanted to be closer to her dad at that moment, so she
wanted him all the more.

   Marco took them through the kitchen, past his private office and finally
to a staircase that shouldn't have existed.  A very anxious Lily had
thought for sure they were on the top floor.

   "This is a place I reserve for the most private of occasions," Marco
said, "your dad said you'd love to see it."

   Lily carefully took each step of the sheek-looking staircase one at a
time.  When they reached the top, Marco had to leave her in the darkness of
the upper corridor.  Lily felt her dad move in close behind her, touching
her softly on the backside, but not so much as to make his intentions
obvious to Marco.  Ahead of them, Marco threw open a door and revealed the
uppermost terrace.

   It was breathtaking.

   A better view, unbelievably, than that below.  In the middle of some of
the most comfortable looking, cream-colored, outdoor sofas and other
beautiful dining furniture there was a huge, circular stone fireplace
blazing with flame.  Like below, the walls and ceiling had been erected to
protect about half of the terrace from wind.  Warm, cedar slats ran in
concentric circles until the room gave way to the beautiful night sky.

   Seeing she didn't need to be explained the importance of this place,
Marco excused himself saying, "your dad said you had some important
decisions to make, I'll make sure nobody interrupts you." and closed the
door behind him.

   What her dad had said to Marco Lily didn't know, but she didn't need to.
She slowly wandered out into the middle of the open-ended room and turned
to face her dad.

   "I already made my decision daddy," she said with a wonderfully
seductive look, "what now?"

   John didn't have an answer for her.  He saw in his daughter's eyes that
she could wait no more, and so he stood silently waiting for her next move.

   With that, she pushed the shoulder of her dress off.

   And then the other.

   Two tiny straps remained.  John was dying to see what they led to.

   "You've been mean daddy," she said, "getting me all riled up and making
me wait."

   He wanted to bull-rush her, rip her dress to shreds and make her scream
at the top of her lungs, but he didn't.  He couldn't move, and he couldn't
look away.

   "But I've been mean too," she said, stepping down from one shoe.

   "Making YOU wait," she kicked the other shoe off her foot and it slid
about half the distance to her dad.

   "Dressing like this," she whispered, maneuvering her arm under one of
the shoulders of the dress.

   "Hoping you'll look," she said, darting her eyes to his,

   "But knowing you can't touch," finally the other strap.

   And then he watched, completely mesmerized, as Lily grabbed the bottom
of the dress and expertly wiggled and shimmied her way out of it.  Inch by
inch, the fabric followed her hands down her legs.

   First it gave way to the tops of a black, push up bra.  More of her
young breasts showed above the supportive cups than within, each of which
were made of black lace covering a pink colored patch of fabric which held
her wonderful globes in place.  When it cleared her bra, her breasts were
allowed to expand to full size, unburdened by the tight dress.  John didn't
believe they could get bigger, but they did.  The thought made him smile as
Lily turned sideways so he could watch her bend to pull the dress the rest
of the way down.

   It finally gave way to her bottoms, and boy was it worth the wait.  A
tiny pair of pink lace panties hugged her hips, with an inch or so of
transparent fabric like a skirt hung loosely from the hem.  Watching her
shimmy to finally exit the dress, with the starry, black sky and fire
behind her, Lily was a goddess.  When she stood up and saw her dad could
not move or speak, she called to him, with an arm outstretched.

   "It's okay daddy, you can touch me now."

   John walked, entranced, toward the clasping and unclasping hand of his
nearly-naked teenage daughter.  That reality had still not set in.  Perhaps
he hoped it never would.  Even when they finally settled down, had children
and shared the love of a long and fulfilling life, it would still be a
fantasy that John had been allowed to live out of sheer luck.

   When their hands connected, the trance was over.  Touching Lily
activated his love, lust and everything he'd had to hold back since over a
week before.

   He grabbed Lily's hips in his hands, turning her and pulling her right
against him.  Lily immediately went for his jacket.  She pushed it off his
shoulders and was unbuttoning his shirt before the gray coat fell to the
floor.  Then his pants; it all came off and John stood there on the floor
of the terrace ready to give his daughter what they both wanted.

   He picked her up under the arms and threw her backward.  Lily didn't
even know there was a couch behind her until she landed with a soft thud.
And then her dad was on her.  He'd managed to get his socks and shoes off
before she could even sit up to see him.

   She was only able to sit straight for a second before he grabbed at her
leg like an animal and tugged it so she was on her back again.  He kissed
from her ankle to her knee, and up her wonderful, smooth thigh.  "Oh god
dad," Lily gasped as she felt him get close to her pussy.

   He pulled again, sliding Lily further so her arms went over her head and
her face was nearer to his.  John kissed her belly button, her flawless abs
and up to the breasts he'd been dying to touch all night.

   Lily moaned as he took a huge mouthful of her left breast and bit
gently. She loved when he bit her.

   Finally, John made it up her chest, past her collarbone, neck and to the
side of her face.  Lily turned needily, he was making her work for a kiss
on the lips.

   Lily had been waiting too long.  She'd been dreaming of this moment
since, well, since a second after the last time they'd had sex.  But
certainly all day at the spa she'd known this was coming.  A few feet away,
the flames cast flickering heat in their direction, but it was nothing
compared to the fiery attraction between them.  The teenager grabbed ahold
of her father's cock through his underwear.

   "Daddy please," she begged, pushing him from the nape of her neck where
he'd been kissing and sucking her into a frenzy.  "please don't make me
wait any longer," He forced his pelvis against hers, "pleAASEEEE!" she
cried, feeling his cock mash against her clit.

   John didn't want to wait any longer either.  In seconds he'd grabbed her
adorable panties from her thin waist and tugged them forcefully off.  Once
again Lily felt intimidated and dominated; he did the same with her bra.

   Lily did her part and pushed his boxers down so that his huge cock
sprung free.  Lily hadn't felt it inside her in too long, but as usual it
looked too big to actually fit in her tiny body.  But judging by the way
Lily's hips were lifting off the cushion and her eyes were wide with
overflowing desire, she was ready to try.

   John reached down and directed his tip to her opening.  Lily took a deep
breath in anticipation.

   But he only allowed it to part her lips, rubbing it up her slit and then
wiggling back and forth oh her clit.  The teenager twitched as she felt her
father's head at her most sensitive spot, but it wasn't enough.  A few more
seconds of her uncontrollable spasming, getting so wet she was almost in
tears, and she grabbed him on his side until her father winced in pain.

   "Stop it!" she yelled, mustering every bit of composure she could find,
"Fuck me daddy...now."

   That's when he made her scream.  John lined up with his daughter's
tunnel, grabbed both of her hips and sank into her in one, long, slow,
stroke.  No matter how long he took, John was simply too big for his little
girl to keep her howl at bay.

   "DAAAaaaaaaaadyyyy, ooooooooooooouuuuwhhhhhhhhh" She bawled.

   That was all it took, as soon as Lily felt her father's hips come in
contact with her own, she dug her nails into his back on both sides.  Her
abs tensed, her eyes shut tight, and her legs pulled him what little there
was left to go.  John had never heard of it happening, but there was his
little girl, cumming after one thrust inside her tiny pussy and screaming
for daddy as she did.

   The wine was the only thing that saved him.  If John hadn't drank more
than a bottle to keep his little girl from getting too drunk, he'd be
filling up his youngest's quim with semen after one thrust.  But they were
both lucky.  As soon as John could feel his little girl's walls loosening,
he urged an inch at a time in and out.  Lily wasn't done cumming, and when
he made it about half way out after three or four thrusts, she was right
back at it.

   "Stop daddy....oh godd....I can't bre....I can't...ughhh,.... 
PLEAAAAAASSE!"

   He made it almost all the way out before driving back in, connecting
firmly against Lily's pelvis and watching her make faces she couldn't
control.  Again her walls squeezed him and Lily begged for mercy.

   "Daddy...ohhhhfuck.....Ughehhh" she choked, "Not again.... 
uhhhhhhh..... ohNo...  Daddyyyyyy!"

   He had promised her this, that he would fuck her until she screamed;
hard and fast until she couldn't take it anymore.  When her walls gripped
him so tight that he knew he would hurt her if he tried to go in and out
again, he stayed planted in Lily's tunnel.

   For a moment, it looked like Lily went unconscious.  Her back was arched
and her neck craned while she came on her father's cock, and then she went
limp with him buried inside.

   Naked as the day she was born, her quim filled with her father's cock
and overcome by her orgasm, Lily could be no more perfect.  As her eyes
came back into view, and she was able to support her head, Lily had to
remember where she was.  When she felt how full her pussy was, she
remembered completely.

   "Dad," she whispered as she came around, "I've never felt anything like
that before."

   John smiled back at her, pushing hair behind her ear and cupping her
cheek in his hand.  She mewled into it.  Then she surprised him by smacking
his big shoulder.

   "I asked you...  no I begged you to stop!" She said, sounding
legitimately upset.

   "I know you did sweetie," John replied, "but then you wouldn't have had
another orgasm, and I wouldn't have gotten to watch."

   "But it hurt daddy," she pouted childishly, "I couldn't control my
body."

   "That's the best part Lily, next time just let it happen, don't fight
it."

   Lily nodded.  Looking down, she saw that she had apparently made a bit
of a mess on the cushion with the fluids her body had released when her dad
was making her cum.  "Oops," Lily said with a shrug.

   "It's okay honey, we can flip it over when we're done."

   Lily, who had finally gotten time to recover, liked hearing her father
say ''when we're done.'' She couldn't believe that she'd cum so soon, and
her dad hadn't even gotten close to her favorite part.  If they were going
to get pregnant tonight, she was going to have to fuck him again and again
until he didn't have any more to give her.

   "How do you want me now daddy?" She asked with the most innocent look
she could drum up.

   "Remember the day I left, how you rode me in the car at the airport?"
John asked

   "Uh huh," said Lily excitedly, happy to hear that he liked it.

   "Will you do that again for me sweetheart?"

   "Uh huh," repeated Lily.

   John easily flipped the hundred-or-so pound teen on top of him, causing
her to moan as her father's cock shifted inside her.

   When Lily's knees came to the sofa, she was all ready to go.

   Now that she was in control, it was Lily's turn to tease her dad.

   "Tell me what you want daddy," Lily directed, lifting her hips so only
his head remained inside.

   "Oh," he said, wide-eyed, "we're gonna do THIS now?"

   "You started it," Lily argued, "say it."

   "Fuck me Lily," he said, not sounding like he wanted to mess around. 
Lily raised her eyebrows like she wanted him to say something else.

   "Be a good girl Lily," John said grabbing her hips, "and take my cock
back inside you."

   He tried to push her down, but she only allowed a fraction of an inch
more into her sweet little puss.  He had to have her, but he knew it
wouldn't be fair if he didn't let her have her fun.

   "Bad girl," Lily corrected him, "I'm not your good girl anymore dad,"

   "Okay Lily.  Fuck your dad like the bad daughter you are."

   She allowed a whole inch, but nothing more.  When John tried to drive
his hips up, she lifted.

   "I'm not fucking around Lily, you lower that little ass on me now."

   One more inch.  Watching her face, John could see she didn't have much
resistance left."

   "Fuck your dad you naughty little tease," John begged her.

   That did it.  Lily sank all the way onto him and both Lily and her
father moaned aloud when they felt him bottom out.  Lily now knew what her
dad's cock felt like against her cervix, and it was definitely there.

   She didn't need any more encouragement.  With her mouth open from the
incredible pleasure, Lily looked into her dad's eyes and lifted her hips
back up.  When his tip was about to pop out, Lily dropped like a stone to
bury her father inside again.

   "Oh fuck Lily, you are so tight."

   "Tighter than mom?" Lily asked, moving her hips up and down again.

   "Ugh yess...so much tighter."

   Lily started to pick up speed, it was a lot of effort to climb the whole
length of his cock and bury it again, and her little pussy could only take
so much.  Lily felt like she might be close to cumming again.

   "Oh dad...fuck" she cooed as her clit touched the base of his cock,
"your penis is so...fucking...big daddy.  I can't believe it fits."

   "Keep going honey," John encouraged, "you are doing so good."

   Lily looked so small on top of him.  His little girl, with her developed
breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust, her core writhing as she
flexed to lift and release.  He'd raised her, taught her right from wrong,
loved her every step of the way and now she was loving him back with cries
of passion as his cock filled her again and again.  She would never be more
beautiful.

   "I love you baby," he said, palming her breasts in one hand and her hip
in the other.

   Lily moaned as his thumb pressed into her lower abdomen.

   "I love you too dad," she whispered over labored breaths and a pause in
her quiet moaning.

   "I'm ready daddy...  unhhh fuck....  I don't want to wait anymore."

   John knew what she meant but he let her go on.

   "I want your cum in me....ohh daaaad." she was trying hard to keep her
composure as her own words made her weak with wantonness

   "No birth control...  no condom...ohhhhpleaaase...  will you?"

   "What honey?" John bated.

   "Get me pregnant daddy, cum inside me!"

   It's what they'd both wanted.  It's what they'd both been waiting for.
Looking at his baby girl atop him, John knew it was time.

   He grabbed her hips when she'd planted him all the way inside and held
her there.  Picking her up without any trouble, he set her on her back and
laid on top of her.  He wanted to be pressed against her when it happened.

   "Are you ready sweetie?"

   "Uh huh," whimpered Lily.  "Please daddy, cum in my pussy."

   Withdrawing from his daughter, John knew it wouldn't take long.  As he
sank back inside her, Lily moaned loudly.  She was ready to cum too.

   "Fuck daddy," Lily called, tears formed in her eyes she wanted him so
bad.  Lily knew this was it.  On the tallest building, in a secret place,
with only the stars to witness it, Lily was going to get pregnant.

   Her father began to grunt, He couldn't control himself either and Lily
loved it.

   "Oh daad...fuck meee."

   "Li...Lilly...oh Lily," he called, thrusting into his daughter, hips
moving of their own volition.

   He drove into her, feeling her tiny body accept him into his warm
embrace.  He'd hugged her a thousand times.  On her way out to school,
after her dance performances, when she came home from school and hugged him
so tight because she missed him.  Feeling her eighteen-year-old pussy
squeeze him, he knew this is what it had all been leading to.

   Again he buried his entire length into Lily's tunnel.  "Daaadyy," she
screamed.  She'd said it a thousand times before.  When he touched her neck
after putting his hand in the cooler, when she wanted something from the
mall, when he'd held her when something went wrong at school.  Feeling her
wonderful father's cock push into her and make her feel things she didn't
know she could, Lily knew she was always meant to call out to him like
this.

   "Ughh.." Lily twitched, she couldn't hold back any longer when his cock
filled her up again.  "Daad I'm....mnnhhhh...  Daaady I'm gonna...." He
shoved into her enough times that she simply couldn't speak.

   John got lost for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, Lily only had
the strength to give him one, last, puppy-dog, beautiful gaze before her
head rolled back and she cried out.

   It was immediate.  Her legs locked, her fingers clenched and her young
pussy gripped her father's cock like he'd never felt before.  It pulled at
him, begging, like his daughter, to fill her with cum.

   There was no holding back.  What little he could to withdraw from Lily
as she leg-locked him, John did.  One last, fateful time, he pushed into
Lily's depths and felt the first chill of release.

   As the first jet of sperm entered Lily's pussy, she spasmed, clamping
tighter on her father and urging his hips even more forcefully deep. 
Feeling the pressure of a week's wait flood her unprotected womb, both Lily
and her father believed that the very first spurt would be the one that
assured her pregnancy.

   But that didn't stop John continuing to pump into his young daughter. 
Even through howls of pleasure and lustful grasps of her hands, Lily was
intimately aware of what was happening deep in her quivering tunnel.  Her
father's head buried as deep as it could go, she felt his cock throb each
time before another warm gush flooded her womb.

   "Ohfuuuu....daaaadyyy...don't stop" Lily gasped, "Keep cumming in me....
unhhh,,, please daad!"

   He couldn't stop.  John watched his beautiful daughter's body spasm
almost at the same pace as his cock emitting torrents of the cum he hoped
would get her pregnant.  Her youthful breasts mashed against his chest to
the rhythm of her gasps for air, and all the while he continued urging his
hips against her soft mound.

   Tears were welling and then toppling Lily's flushed cheeks.  She could
feel her insides completely charged with her father's spunk, and nothing
made her happier.  She wondered if her father was so big that his penis
touched all the way past her cervix.  She didn't think that was possible,
but her certainly must be close.  Anything that put his freshly deposited
sperm closer to her fertile, young womb.

   Locked together at the hips in beautiful incest, father and daughter
began to regain their wits.  John could hear the flicker of the fire behind
him.  When Lily's eyes finally opened in his direction, the flames lit her
blue irises and John was unable to look away.  They didn't move for minutes
at a time, maybe more, maybe less.  A couple of times, Lily's insides
pulsed with the defiant remainder of her climax, causing Lily to gasp again
and show her father an uncontrollable and adorable look.  Even then, it
seemed John had a little more cum left to spill into her.

   They held on tightly and listened to each other's breath regularise. 
Neither Lily or John felt any need to speak or move an inch.  Lily felt her
recently virgin opening becoming a bit sore after the romp she'd just
sustained, but she was far too happy to feel her father buried inside to
ask for relief.

   'Was she in a dream?' Lily thought as she looked out at the night sky
and the fire-lit walls that led to it.  Had she really just experienced the
best sex of her young life, with her loving father, perhaps become pregnant
and done it all in the most beautiful spot atop the tallest building in the
city?  It couldn't be real, and Lily couldn't help continuing to tear up.

   "What's the matter Lil'?" John asked, leaning back to look at his
daughter's face.  She appeared to be crying and John was worried he'd done
something wrong.

   Lily pushed her cheek into her father's hand as he held her face, "Oh
no, nothing's wrong Daddy."

   "Then what honey, why the tears?"

   "I'm sorry, I'm just being silly and emotional, I can't help it." Lily
apologized.  "I'm just so happy."

   She looked so beautiful, even with the wet streaks on each cheek.  The
glow that he'd seen as she walked down the stairs at home before their date
was even more present now.  John leaned in to kiss her neck, then her chin,
then the salty sweet spot where a tear had rolled down her cheek.  Lily
swooned to be receiving such wonderful attention from her father.

   "You gave me the best day of my life dad," she assured him, "the spa,
the dinner, this place...and you."

   John smiled back at her appreciatively.

   "I only hope I can give you something too" Lily said nervously.

   "Honey," John assured her, "you've already given me everything I could
ever want.  A man like me doesn't deserve someone as beautiful inside as
you are out."

   "Don't say that Daddy, you don't only deserve me, you deserve a baby
with me too.  I really hope I can give you one."

   "This time Lily," John reasoned, "I think we did it."

   "Really daddy?" His little girl said with wide, passionate eyes, "You
really think I could be pregnant this time?"

   He'd never confirmed it for her before, knowing that he would be foolish
to get her hopes up.  But it really felt like this was the time.  John
couldn't have cum more inside his teenage daughter, and it couldn't have
been a better time in her fertility cycle for one of the hundreds of
millions of sperm cells he'd released inside his daughter to find her egg.
No matter what others thought, Lily's pure hopefulness and excitement to be
pregnant shattered the barriers of right and wrong.

   "We won't know for a while Lily, but I think this could be it.  What do
you think?"

   Lily thought hard, with her cue brow furrowed and her mouth tweaked to
the side.  "I guess I don't know for sure either, but I know you came SO
MUCH!  I could literally feel it more than any of the times before." She
was so bubbly John could feel his heart throb for her.

   "Look!" Lily directed, rotating her hips to the side and pushing her
father's pelvis so he began to slide out.  John whined as his still-hard
manhood was deprived the feeling of his daughter's warmth, inch by inch.

   Placing her hand just below her opening, Lily's eyes grew wider as she
watched her father's tip revealed.  Tight as she was, when John finally
pulled the last inch out, her pussy fought him and there was the faintest
pop.  Her little tunnel closed up as quickly as it had been pried open, and
there was at least a second before they saw it.

   Pure white spunk peered between her taut, pink lips.  It grew and grew,
as her snug, eighteen-year-old pussy fought to return to its incredible
tightness.

   "See daddy!" She exclaimed, "I knew it, look how much you came in my
pussy!"

   As it continued to squeeze out, Lily gasped.  She was glad she held her
hand there or it would have gotten on the nice restaurant owner's couch.

   "Ohhhhmyyygod Dad!" She almost sounded like she was scolding him, "Look
how much you came in your OWN DAUGHTER...  such a bad daddy!"

   Her eyes flitted between her father's and the overfilled little pussy
he'd created.  John could tell she was just teasing; she was enjoying this
way too much to be upset.  He knew that for sure a second later.  When Lily
decided there was not much less to spill out, she took the fingers that she
used to trap the excess and pushed them, spilled cum and all, back into her
aching opening.  Watching her concentrate hard on pushing it all back
inside, John collapsed on the couch beside her, overwhelmed.

   "Will you put my panties back on daddy?" Lily asked sweetly, "I wanna
keep it all in."

   He wasn't sure it would work, but John was certainly willing to try.  He
admired the pretty pair of underwear that Lily had picked out just for him
as he maneuvered them over his daughter's gorgeous legs.  Lily pulled them
on tight and pushed one little finger on her opening until she was
satisfied that she'd done her best.

   Boy was she a sight to see.  So young, so beautiful and glowing...John's
eighteen-year-old daughter was topless and had that incredible,
freshly-fucked look he'd only known in his teens.  Seeing her now, he
recognized every little curve and bone in her body that he'd seen develop
as she'd grown up.  John was overjoyed now to be seeing them without
clothing; she looked best that way.

   He couldn't believe the little girl he'd raised since birth had grown so
beautiful.  Her breasts: so perky and youthful...  her hips: so lithe and
thin, her midsection: toned and with the definition only a woman could
bear. Soon he hoped for her stomach to be changing as she bore his child.

   Lily could feel her father's eyes on her.  There was something so
wonderful about the way Lily and her father could be in each other's
presence without saying a word and still feel like they were growing in
love.

   "I love the way you look at me daddy," she said, catching his attention.

   "I can't help myself Lily, when did my daughter become so beautiful?"

   "Ughhh!" Lily scoffed, "I always was DAD!  I just didn't want to tempt
you until I turned eighteen."

   "Of course you're right honey," John said, letting Lily curl up next to
him and feeling her smooth legs against his.  His daughter was right, if he
thought truthfully, Lily had started developing when she entered her teens.
He didn't remember her breasts being as full as they were now, but she
always had trouble with boys at school harassing her.  He was glad he
didn't contribute then, and now he was reaping the benefits in full.

   "But I really mean it dad, this was the best night ever." She squirmed
up to give him a kiss, whispering before she closed the gap between them,,
"Thank you so much."

   The kissed for a long time, not aggressively, not lustfully, just gentle
and heavy with emotion.  John's fingers caressed his baby's side and her
skin raised with tiny goose bumps when he tickled her too lightly.  He
would simply never tire of holding his amazing daughter in his arms.  Alone
with each other, they could be unburdened by judgment and morality.  As
their lips touched and tongues entwined, they could be simply in love.

   "Will you take me home daddy?" Lily asked after they'd laid naked for
long enough.

   John rubbed his hand from her wet little panties all the way up and
across her perfect breasts.  He knew he would get a chance to do so again
soon, but he simply didn't want to be away from her wonderfully naked form
for a second if he didn't have to.  Lily smiled as she felt his need by the
warmth of his palms on her.

   "Absolutely baby, let's get your clothes back on."

   Helping the teenager back into her tight, blue and black dress was
surprisingly fun.  She could have done it herself, but Lily didn't want her
father's hands far from her either.  He got to tuck each of her plump
globes into her delicate bra, and then hold her steady as she wiggled to
stretch the dress over her body once more.  John growled with frustration
when Lily intentionally thrust her hips back and his cock was reminded not
to fully deflate.

   They checked around for evidence of their time on the terrace before
walking over to the railing and looking out over the city.  It was the
perfect moment; Lily's lips buzzed at the touch of her father's, and the
breeze rushed through her soft brown hair.  Only the dark, impartial
skyline was witness to the incredible love both shared and consummated on
the hideaway rooftop.  And as John and his daughter held each other close,
they both dreamed that someday they would look back and remember the
beautiful place where Lily conceived her father's child.

   Neither of them wanted to leave, but when it was time Lily held her
father's hand and he led her out.  Marco showered them with thanks for
visiting, kissed Lily's hand again and John and his baby embraced in
silence the entire elevator ride back to solid ground.

   The way home was mostly quiet.  Lily was tired; the wine had finally
gotten to her.  Plus, she'd always gotten sleepy on car rides home at
night. For years, John had carried his daughter to her bed after a long
night; it appeared this night would be no different.

   As the car finally rolled to a stop and John turned to step out and
circle around the car for his daughter's door, Lily grabbed his shoulder.

   "Can we stay," the sleepy teenager asked, "just a little longer daddy?"

   Even though they were more or less free to be open with each other
around the house now, Lily was reluctant to end their date.  She was a
little worn out by their earlier rooftop tryst, but she wanted her father
one more time before they ended the night.

   "I want you inside me one more time," she whispered.

   With that, John spoke a few words to the driver and then got back in the
car.  Lily straddled her dad as soon as he was settled.  He hadn't even
seen her take off her tiny panties, but he knew she wasn't wearing them as
soon as his tip came back in contact with his daughter's pussy.

   It was like he was back in highschool, having sex in the back of the
car. Just like back then, he had a youthful little teen perched on his lap,
having sex for the first time in the back seat.  Unlike then, she was far
more beautiful than any girl he'd ever slept with, and it wasn't only
because Lily was his daughter.  John was as much in heaven as his adorable,
bouncing teenager while she rode him for the second time that night.

   He liked fucking her in the tight-fitting dress he'd been admiring all
night.  It felt good in his hands as he grasped her tightly at the waist
where it was bunched up.  As they joined at the hips over and over, John's
thrusts stronger and more deliberate, the tryst felt hasty and lustful,
like neither of them was in full control of their actions and they simply
needed each other.

   And Lily whimpered when she felt her daddy pumping his plentiful sperm
into her for the second time that night.  She had smiled widely as he
prepared to, hearing him grunt involuntarily and call out her name as she
rode him.

   For a reason Lily would probably never know, the warm gush of her
father's cum was a trigger for her.  All she had to do was clamp her hips
down firmly on him so he was buried as far in her pussy as he could be, and
when she felt the throb of his penis before it released, she knew to
prepare to climax herself.  A small wiggle of her hips so that her clit
rubbed against the base of her father's cock would send Lily into a fit of
gasping, shuddering and pleasure that seemed to reach every part of her
body.

   "Does sex always feel like that Daddy?" Lily asked, after she'd
collapsed against him and caught her breath.

   "Well, sex usually feels good between two people who want it, that's why
it gets people into so much trouble" John started.  He was thinking back on
his life and trying to answer her question truthfully, "but no...  It
rarely feels as good as it does with you Lily."

   He couldn't see her face as she was nuzzled into her father's neck, but
John could sense that Lily was smiling again.  She was obviously satisfied
with his answer and she should be, he thought, she was only eighteen and
already a goddess after only a few weeks of experience atop him.

   "You ready to go in now honey?" John asked

   "Well, I should probably get off you so your big penis isn't still in me
when we do," she joked, "but yes, we can go in now.  I got what I needed."

   John tipped the driver probably far more than he should have, but he was
simply in too good a mood.  He felt his daughter's eyes lovingly upon him
the whole way in.  She was infatuated.  And John was glad, because he felt
the same way.

   Rachel was watching television in the family room when the two lovers
opened the door and stepped inside.  She'd been asleep, but her giggling
daughter and husband at the door had fixed that.  Naturally, she was pissed
that they'd had a fun night together.  She probably would have been more so
if she'd known where they went, but Rachel was far from asking about their
night.

   "I see you got a new dress," Rachel said condescendingly as she walked
into the kitchen and saw Lily and her father sharing a glass of water.  "Or
is it a shirt?"

   Lily only scoffed.  She could honestly care less what her mom had to say
at that point.

   In looking at the tiny blue dress and how little it covered of her young
daughter's legs, Rachel noticed something else.  Not only was their no
panty line, but between her teenager's legs there was something that
shouldn't have been there.

   "What is THAT?" Rachel asked, incredulous.

   Both John and Lily froze, but Lily knew immediately what she would be
pointing at.

   "Oh you mean daddy's cum?" Lily answered, as if it were nothing out of
the ordinary.  She looked down to see it still slowly making its way down
her leg from her bottomless, bare opening.

   Rachel's eyes went wide.

   "It's no big deal, I'll clean it up when I go upstairs.  Don't worry,
nobody saw it but you." The mischievous little Lily continued.

   "I don't care if anyone saw it," Rachel spat, "what is it doing there?"

   "Well, you got me on birth control, remember mom?" Lily lied, "I wanted
to know what it felt like, so I asked daddy to cum in me in the car before
we came in tonight.  He did it earlier tonight too, it feels sooooo good!"

   Rachel looked speechless, and when she did find her words, they weren't
kind.

   "You stupid little slut," she said quietly, "you can still get pregnant
if he cums inside you without a condom on, how do you think we had you?"

   "Ah ah ah," Lily warned, "remember what we agreed mom, you can't talk to
me like that.  If daddy wants to cum in my pussy, then I want him to too.
So get used to it, because I really liked it."

   Lily turned to her dad, who had decided to stay quiet in the midst of
his two bickering women.  "Thanks daddy, by the way," she said, giving him
a quick kiss, "for dinner, for the wonderful night...  I'm gonna go clean
up, you made a mess of me!"

   Once again, Lily left John and his wife standing in the kitchen to deal
with the aftermath.  For once, Rachel didn't have much to say.

   "Great John, really great.  I hope you're proud of yourself turning your
daughter into a foul-mouthed skank." Rachel said, breaking the silence.

   "You know, she's actually only like that around you.  She was a perfect
lady all night."

   "A perfect lady!  Oh...  and your daughter whom you came inside of,
right?" Rachel asked sarcastically, thinking she'd get a rise out of him.

   "I guess that's true, not only a perfect lady...  also an incredible
lover too.  I guess you really can have it all."

   "You're disgusting," Rachel said,

   "Coming from my two-timing, lesbian wife, I guess I can handle that."
John said smugly.

   With that, he walked out.  John joined his daugher in the shower again;
she looked so beautiful with water cascading over her and her teenage body
all bare and clean for him to touch.  His worries and frustration with his
wife washed away with each passing second.

   "Already daddy?" Lily asked, rubbing water from her eyes and looking
down to see her dad hard and sticking right toward her.

   "I guess I can't help it honey, either we need to be apart or you need
to find a way to stop being so gorgeous."

   "How about neither?" Lily said, grazing her fingers over his hard cock
before wrapping her arms around him and jumping into his grasp.  In seconds
John was back inside his incredible daughter where he belonged.

   They made love unabashedly in the shower, washed each other, and
prepared for bed.  Both were still love-sick and unwilling to be more than
a few inches apart, even as they fell asleep.

   "It's been a few hours since the rooftop," Lily turned her head and
whispered as her father spooned her to sleep, "do you think it finally
happened?"

   John knew what she was asking.  A long pause followed.

   "I think you're going to be a wonderful mother," John promised her, and
Lily fell asleep with a smile and the loving embrace of her father.


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