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 Title: Daddy's Steamy Apartment


Summary: A defective AC breaks boundaries between father and daughter.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,first time,virgin





   "I'm going to stick my head in the freezer," Holly said.  "That still
works right?"

   "For now," I answered, my thighs almost stuck to the couch.

   "Have you called the maintenance man?" My daughter asked.  "This is
fucking Texas.  People weren't meant to survive summer without central
air!"

   "Language," I scolded.  "You may be off to college in a few months, but
I certainly don't want to hear dirty things from a pretty mouth."

   "Yes, Daddy," She said, her head disappearing into the freezer.

   Despite my natural paternal instincts, I looked over into the kitchen
and noticed more than I wanted.  Holly wore tight, hip-hugging pink shorts
that clung to her skin.  It was the kind of fabric that belonged in the
gym. Something so skimpy that it really should only be worn during yoga
work-outs.  Bent over the tiny refrigerator, beads of sweat started to work
their way down her back, turning parts of the fabric dark and slick.

   Even with the covering, her bottom stood out, particularly pronounced in
the constricting fabric.  Not that I could blame her - the thermometer in
my car read 93 when we went for ice cream, trying to avoid the oppressive
heat.

   "Call again, Daddy!" Holly's voice rang out from the freezer.

   The Daddy thing was both old and new.  We'd always been close, but there
had been some distance during those first turbulent teenage years.  Maybe
it was the divorce, maybe the approach of college, but she had been
demonstratively affectionate recently.

   And adjusting to my life circumstances, I needed that.

   "It's the fourth of July weekend baby," I said.  "I've already left two
messages.  I don't think this is the kind of place that specializes in
service."

   "Okay," She said, pulling her head from the freezer.  "Do you want a
beer?"

   "Sure.."

   My daughter bent over further.  She wiggled a little, the shorts
slipping a little up her skin.  I could just make out the start of her
crevice between her cheeks, full and bulging out from her shorts while she
reached into the crisper.  Closing the fridge with a sigh, Holly sat next
to me on the couch, her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail, perspiration
seeping down her body.

   They way she was dressed, I couldn't help but notice the developments
fathers try in vain to deny.  My daughter's breasts, though not large, were
well defined by her white tank top.  Perhaps normally her clothes were only
a little less than modest, the shirt only descending slightly into a little
v shape above her petite frame.  Only with the cold air and sweat seeping
into her cotton shirt, nearly everything was visible.  My eyes drifted down
past cleavage.  Through her shirt, I could see the outline of her nipples,
dark and tiny, growing more and more visible.

   But what could I say that wouldn't embarrass both of us?

   "Other than the AC, this place isn't so bad," Holly said.

   What a lie!  Maybe to an 18-year-old girl waiting to move out on her
own, a tiny one-bedroom apartment next to a bunch of loud college kids and
divorcees looked like a palace.  At 45, it was pretty much rock bottom. 
"It's temporary," I said quickly.  "I'll get something better once the
divorce is finalized."

   "Yeah," Holly said quietly.  "That really sucked Dad.  I can't believe
Mom was -"

   "We don't need to talk about it."

   "Are you sure?" Holly asked.  "I mean it's okay, I'm totally on your
side.  She should have gotten the divorce first then fucked the neighbors."

   "It's okay.  We had been having problems for a while," I said.

   That was true.  For the past few years, Martha and I lived in separate
rooms, leading pretty much entirely separate lives.  Though it was
unspoken, both of us knew that we would separate after Holly went to
college.  Of course, Martha just had to blow up the entire thing in the
most dramatic fashion.

   We hadn't walked in on her or anything.  Worse, I took Holly home from
school sick one day, only to hear the sounds of my wife fucking from
downstairs.  For nearly twenty minutes, my daughter and I awkwardly waited,
almost as surprised by the sight of two men coming down the stairs as they
were at realizing the house was occupied.

   Martha hadn't even apologized.  Not to me, and more importantly not to
Holly.  She stated matter-of-factly that it was over, and that I really
should leave.  It was bad enough that I'd spent the past few years living
in a sexless marriage, but at least I might have done something to satisfy
my own deprived sexual needs.  I certainly would have, had I realized what
she'd been up to during the workweek.

   It had only been two weeks.  This apartment was the only thing I could
find on such short notice that wasn't outside my price range.  I did okay
as an editor for at local newspaper, but I didn't know how much was going
to be eaten up by lawyer's fees.

   It all depended on how messy Martha wanted to make this.

   "At least you don't have to meet them," Holly said.  "She tried to have
this dude over for dinner yesterday.  You know, like it's suddenly normal
for her to be dating."

   I couldn't help but feel sorry for her, forced to pick between this
cramped, sweaty apartment and hearing her mother getting fucked in the
master bedroom.

   "Just the one dude?" I couldn't help myself.  "She must have been hard
up this week."

   Holly burst out laughing.  As she did, her boobs bounced up and down
ever so slightly.

   I tried to avert my eyes, but it had been over a year since I'd had sex.
And even then, it wasn't particularly satisfying.  Nevermind that it was my
baby girl; with every shake, I could see that her tits were actually a
little larger than I had thought.  Or at least I was noticing them more
now. I tried to pry my eyes away, but each iris riveted towards those
nipples.

   There was no doubt as to what they were now.  I could see almost the
entire bottom outline of her breasts in the translucent shirt.  Her
dot-sized nipples were perfectly placed, pointing out from the cotton,
causing me to look against my better sense.  It had simply been too long,
and I was too horny to think straight.  I put my beer into my lap, the cold
blue mountains of the Coors against my balls bringing my brain back to
reality.

   "Can we go to the pool?" Holly asked.  "It's so hot!"

   "Ugh...  I guess," I said.  "We can see who came out today, the annoying
college crowd blaring 90's rock ironically or the three couples with their
obnoxious kids."

   Holly leaned over, the tops of her breasts protruding out as she reached
for her drink.  Slowly, she took a sip, then fell back into the cheap sofa.
She let out a yawn, her hands reaching up towards the ceiling, the side of
her breasts pouring out from those thin straps.

   "Let's give a try," She said.  "Come on!  Anything is better than baking
here."

   I let her use the bathroom first, changing into a suit that appeared
less revealing than her sweat soaked outfit.  Again, my eyes lingered.  The
suit had horizontal black stripes, pressed down so that I could see the
sideways slope of my daughter's breasts, that tantalizing space between the
pair before they arched up.  Trying to force my head to stare straight
ahead, I made my way into the cramped bathroom to change.

   I pulled down my jeans and underwear with one motion, my dick springing
up and down.  Not quite hard, but close enough for discomfort.  I cursed at
myself, trying to keep my mind from drifting back to teenage flesh.  Only
trying not to think of something almost always induces the opposite effect.
And the more I tried to force the image of Holly's budding breasts out of
my mind, the more they bubbled up to the surface.

   Maybe it was the heat that forced these thoughts into my mind. 
Regardless, no matter how I tried to will down my erection, my cock would
not cooperate.  When I pulled up my swimsuit, only one thing stood out, the
noticeable bulge poking to the right side.

   Other than that, as I looked in the mirror I didn't have much to feel
bad about.  I didn't have toned abs, but no six-pack overlapped my
waistband.  I still had a full head of hair.  A larger than average dick,
even if right now it wouldn't behave.  Not bad for forty-five.

   I splashed cold water on my face, my hard-on slowly fading, though the
slight swelled up fell of a semi still brushed against my leg.  If Holly
looked, she might notice.  Then again, what 18-year-old girl was that
pervy?

   I grabbed two towels and went into the living room.

   "Finally!" She said, jumping up, her tits bounding up with her.

   I willed down another boner.

   Worse was walking down the steps from the second floor.  Again, her
swimsuit wasn't anything to inspire a song - being neither teeny-weeny nor
polka-dotted.  But the edges of the bottoms went up a little as she stepped
down.  I could help but stare.  Each step revealed just a little more skin.
Not enough to look like she had a wedgie or anything, just a gradual riding
up, completely showing most of the area where her ass met her thigh.

   Again, I tried to look away, not to let the image ferment.  But it had
been so long, and my reptile brain had its own ideas about what it wanted.
I found myself trying to stop even more sultry and forbidden thoughts as I
entered the water, trying to content myself with just watching. 
Thankfully, there was an additional piece of eye-candy to distract me, a
college-aged brunette wearing a one-piece that was anything but
conservative.

   Nor did the girl seemed worried about hiding it as she sat by the pool.
Her boobs were so much larger than Holly's, barely contained by these thin
white straps that stretched over her shoulders.  The upper half of her
swimsuit really only hid her nipples and the outside of her breasts, while
the bottoms hugged around the part in her legs, exposing most of her
thighs.

   My tongue must have been dangling because both women caught me.

   The dark-haired girl in the one-piece simply tilted her sunglasses down,
almost as if sizing me up.  She gave me a soft smirk.  I quickly looked
away, more than a little embarrassed.  My daughter, watching this exchange,
nearly doubled over with laughter, splashing me with a large swell of
water.

   "You horny old man!" Holly hissed playfully.

   "What?"

   "I saw the way you were looking at her," She said.

   "I wasn't-"

   She splashed me again.

   "She saw you too!" Holly said.  "She didn't seem to mind.  Why don't you
go say hi?"

   "Holly!"

   "Why not?" She said.  "She obviously enjoys being looked at."

   "I'm old enough to be her father!" I protested.

   "So what?" Holly replied.  "Daddy's need love too.  Besides, Mom is off
banging guys nearly half her age."

   "Well it's easier for her," I said.

   "How do you mean?"

   "She's had all that practice," I retorted.

   "You always manage to call Mom a whore in such artful ways," Holly said.
"I should save some time and start documenting them for my therapist."

   "I'm sorry," I said reflexively.

   "Don't be sorry," Holly smirked.  "Mom is kind of a slut."

   We laughed a little.

   "Why don't you go talk to her?" Holly asked again.

   "What would I say?"

   "I don't know, maybe hi," Holly responded.

   As if it was so easy.

   "Then what?" I asked.

   "Don't you write things for a living?" Holly said.  "Maybe something
like do you go to school around here or what brings you out to the pool?"

   I narrowed my eyes at her.

   "Okay, yeah that was pretty lame.  But you're good looking...  she'll
talk."

   I blushed a little, though it was nice to hear a compliment, even from
my daughter.

   "She's clearly here with a boyfriend," I said, nodding towards the other
guys.

   "I'm not so sure," Holly said.

   "I am," I said.  "Besides, it's been...  well a long time since I, since
I -"

   "Had sex?" Holly blurted out.

   I looked at her, mortified.

   "I was going to say dated," I said.

   "But I'm not wrong about the other thing," Holly said.

   "It's not really something I want to discuss."

   "Who does?" Holly continued.  "But don't let that stop you, Dad.  You
miss all the pitches you don't swing at, right?"

   "I've already got the attention of a much younger woman," I said
smartly. "And frankly, it's about all I can handle."

   "I'm not so sure you can handle me," Holly said, pulling her arms back
to splash another wave at me.

   "Careful..." I said.

   "Or what?"

   She splashed me again.

   "Out this deep, there's always a chance of being carried out by the
undertow..."

   It was one of those corny old dad jokes from a lifetime ago.  I would
dive under the water, grabbing her by the foot, pulling her back until she
submerged under the water.

   "You wouldn't dare..."

   "He who dares..." I answered, grinning devilishly.

   Holly furrowed her brow, her button nose wriggling while she decided
what to do.  Her arms jutted forward, faking me out for a second, then
hitting me with another splash.

   Heavily chlorinated water already in my eyes, I used my arms to shield
my face.  I decided to dive under the water, making good on my threat, my
daughter's high-pitched squeals the last thing in my ears before I
submerged.

   I opened my eyes for a second, only for the burning sensation of
chemicals to force them shut.  Grasping blinding in the dark, my hands
connected with my daughter.  Her legs tried to kick away from me, and for a
brief moment, my fingers closed around her bikini, grazing the bottom of
her ass.

   For a second, I didn't react.  At least not in the way any father
should. My cock swelled a little, despite the cool water.  But I left my
hands there.  I only saved myself by pulling her close, opening my eyes
long enough to slide my hands down her long, smooth legs.  I closed my fist
around her ankle, the fingers on my other hand tickling the base of her
foot.

   My lungs desperate for air, I shot up, still grasping her ankle.  In one
quick motion, she's underneath the water.  I held her down just long enough
to make a point, then watched her float up, taking deep breaths as she
surfaced.

   "I can't believe you actually did that!" She wailed.

   I was thankful she hadn't said anything about touching her butt.

   "You were asking for it," I answered.

   `She splashed me again.

   I made a lunge towards her, only to have her hold her hands up.

   "Stop, stop!" Holly said.  "You win!"

   I relaxed, halfway out of the water, watching almost like a submerged
predator as the dark-haired girl entered the water.  She smiled, looking at
me.  I didn't know what to do, thankfully my daughter wasn't shy.

   "Hi, I'm Holly," She said, looking at me as if to say, look how it easy
it is.

   "Kaitlyn," The girl said.  "And over there's my boyfriend Devin."

   The well-muscled boy with the goofy beard waved as he joined the
beauties in the pool.  I don't know why I was crestfallen.  I mean it was
obvious no college-aged hottie was going to hook-up with me, especially not
with my daughter in tow.  Still, it seemed awfully embarrassing, like we
were the family intruding on the cool kid's party.

   "Oh right," Holly said.  "That's my boyfriend, Tom."

   If the couple noticed my transparently puzzled reaction, they certainly
didn't show it.  I thought briefly about correcting her, but the very idea
mortified me.  It didn't take me long to realize what Holly was doing,
saving us both from any awkward exchange.

   Plus it didn't hurt to be presented as that older man with enough looks
and charm to date a girl half his age.  I know, I know, it's a little
gross, wanting to be with a teenager.  But maybe I had reached a certain
age where the appeal of reclaiming a little of my youth, even in this
pretended fashion, superseded any sense of propriety.  It's so easy to look
down on the midlife crisis before or after its throes.  It's much harder to
resist in the midst of temptation.

   No, I didn't want to date a teenager.  Whenever I hear Holly's friends
talk, I wonder if they all take turns with one brain cell, passing it
around like the Greek fates with that eyeball.  But as the window begin to
close, I certainly wanted to appear that alluring.

   No one wants to be Matthew McConaughey, circling the high school, joking
about how seniors stay the same age.  But it was flattering to think that
after forty years, I might still command the same attention I did forever
ago, before I settled down.

   "Do you go to A&M?" Holly asked.

   "Blinn," Kaitlyn answered.  "I'm hoping to transfer after next
semester."

   "What for?"

   The conversation continued on for a few minutes, Holly leaning into the
lie, pretending she had taken a gap year before starting in the fall. 
Despite the girl's initial reservations, Holly won her over.  Soon the two
were chatting back and forth, with Devin and I awkwardly tried to find some
common ground in the way guys have to when their wives become friends.

   "Wanna beer?"

   Thank god he offered.  I didn't want to be arrested for supplying
alcohol to a minor.  Halfway through our drinks, he made a suggestion.

   "Hey babe, let's do a chicken fight," Tom said to his girlfriend.

   "What's that?" Holly asked.

   "You know, you climb on your partner's shoulders.  Then you try and get
the girl off."

   "That can't be the way you wanted that to come out," Holly said.

   Kaitlyn let out a loud laugh.

   "You'd be surprised what he's into," The girl said.

   "Oh, I don't know how surprised I'd be," Holly said.  "Let me guess, you
like those pornhub videos where the girls wrestle over a strap-on."

   I wanted to ask exactly how Holly knew that, but I stopped myself before
sounding like her dad.  At first, knowing that my daughter could reference
particular porn styles irked me.  But as I thought about it, I realized
that I'd much rather her be at home watching lesbian videos than out the
world getting knocked up by some guy.

   Actually, now that I was really considering it, I'd much rather be
introduced to her girlfriend than think about another man ploughing my baby
girl.

   "Whoa...  whoa..." Devin said.  "I didn't mean anything like that."

   But Kaitlyn kept laughing.

   "Oh my god," She said between breaths.  "It's like you're in his browser
history.

   "What the hell?" Holly said.  "Let's make a dream come true."

   "Really?" I asked.

   "Come on," Holly said.  "It might be fun."

   I sort of squatted under the water, letting my daughter climb onto my
shoulders.  I suppose there should have been nothing other than innocence
in the act.  Other than Devin, I was probably the only one sexualizing the
chicken fight, obsessing over the feel Holly's thighs around my shoulders.
I thought about her sex pressed against the back of my neck, covered by
that thin piece of fabric.

   I knew it was perverted, but I couldn't keep my thoughts from drifting
in that direction, especially since Holly introduced me as her boyfriend.

   Though it was enough to just feel her touch, my imagination kicked into
overdrive as the faux combat began.  The two grappled playfully; Holly's
bottom wriggled against my shoulders, her pussy rubbing up and down against
the back of my head.  Though I couldn't see up, I created a mental image of
the two of them.  Kaitlyn's larger breasts would bounce against Holly's
petite frame.  Then Kaitlyn would grab Holly around the neck, pulling her
into that cleavage, squeezing her against those curves until her legs
wrenched free.

   Instead of indulging in my perverse fantasies, my baby girl seemed to
take the upper hand.  Her hands so close to the other girl's boobs, pushing
just below Kaityln's shoulders.  Then the two grappled, pulling, their
hands holding onto each other's arms.  We almost had them.  Kaitlyn had one
cheek off her boyfriend's shoulder...

   Then I overcommitted.

   I lost my balance, and the two of us toppled over into the pool.

   Disoriented, Holly surfaced near the stone step entrance to the water.
Her hand grabbed the rail, leading her up the steps to our towels.  With
each foot forward, I could see just how much her bikini bottom had ridden
up, almost like a thong on her left side.  I almost saw the cleft between
her cheeks as her hand reached down to adjust the fabric.

   "Another round?" Devin said.

   "I think we're good, man," I said, wincing at how unnatural even the
smallest slang sounded in my mouth.

   At least I hadn't called him dawg or dude.

   "We've got to get back anyways," Kaitlyn said.  "I need to get ready if
we are going out."

   She paused a second, as if considering.

   "Hey do you want to come out with us?" She asked Holly.  "We are going
to hit up Northgate in a few hours."

   "Thanks," Holly said.  "But I think we're going to have more fun staying
in tonight."

   "Oh..." Kaitlyn said, taken aback by Holly's implication.

   So was I.

   I knew it was pretend, a posture to save us any embarrassment.  But I
still didn't quite get why she'd didn't just admit our ruse.  I guess it
had already gone too far.

   Even so, part of me swelled with fake pride.  This college co-ed thought
I was going to spend the evening ravishing my girlfriend, who would rather
stay home and have me give it to her hard than go clubbing.  As far as
deceptions go, it was a win-win.  Holly got to relish in rejecting a girl
who stood a rung above her socially.  I got to pretend to be some stud,
still living out his adolescent fantasies.

   Fantasies that only escalated at the suggestion.  The battle I'd been
fighting against my brain turned into a route.  I thought about what I
would do if given the chance, if Holly was actually my girlfriend instead
of my daughter.  I imagined myself pulling her out of that swimsuit, her
breasts pushing against my chest as I held her up, pounding her against the
wall.

   Blinking back that thought, I replaced it with another.  My daughter, on
her knees, looking up at me with those doe-eyes before engulfing my entire
shaft in one slurping gulp.  Even in the cool water, my cock started
rising, considering what I really wanted to do to her if freed from any
sort of moral responsibility.

   There were so many things I barely remembered after so many years of
marriage, after the sex had dried up to a special occassion event.  Like
any man, there were moments seared into the spank bank, only some were
fading as the years passed.  Worse, I was beginning to replace these
memories with a lonely longing for the exotic acts I'd only seen in
pornography.

   And so, as my daughter stood in front of me, rubbing chlorinated water
out of her eyes with her oversized beach ball, I transformed the scene into
something more vile.  I thought about her standing there, right in front of
me, using the same towel to clean my cum from her face.

   It had always been a challenge to get my wife to even suck me.  I
couldn't imagine any scenario where she would let me cover her face in cum.
But as I leered after my daughter, I wondered how squeamish she would be
about such an act.  Holly and the other college kids had been pretty open
about their porn habits.  When I was their age...

   Dear god, when did I start thinking like that?

   But there was a point to it.  At 20 years old, I would have lied my ass
off about the collection of Hustler magazines in my dorm room.  Contrast
that with Holly referencing a very specific kind of porn, only to have
veritable strangers tacitly admit a similar interest in masturbating to the
same adult content.

   I mean - they weren't watching it for the articles.

   So as I pictured her face, dripping with my cum, I experienced a small
epiphany.  Holly would likely have no qualms whatsoever about many of the
more extreme acts her mother shied away from with me, until deciding to
pursue them with reckless abandon with the rest of the neighborhood.

   I was certain that my daughter had seen dozens if not hundreds of women
wearing a man's load.  And I wondered if she had ever done it herself,
maybe in a car parked outside our house.  Some guy I'd never met helping
her wipe off her face with a t-shirt before she sauntered up to the house.
But then again, Holly had never really had a serious boyfriend.  She'd
never really shown too much interest.  It reminded me of an article I'd
edited recently for publication noting the profound decrease in teenage sex
and pregnacy.

   I remember thinking how weird the pattern was - that in a society
consumed with free flowing and limitless adult content, the next generation
would chose intimacy and connections over random hook-ups.  Maybe it's
because compared to the variety available now, back in the eighties and
nineties we were deprived, desperate and ready to sell ourselves short for
that moment when someone - anyone touched our dick.

   Was Holly more content to stay at home, fantasizing and masturbating
about more titillating encounters than a rushed blowjob in a beater car? 
Given how casually she threw out lesbian wrestling, I wondered what else
she was really into.  Did my daughter watch a girl get led to a bar,
stripped naked, and fucked by a group of strangers?  Did she watch women
tied up to crosses, beaten by dominatrixes with crops and floggers until
they begged to cum?  And a thought more damning than them all, at least
given my fading abilities of self-censorship...

   Did she watch those pervasive taboo videos?  The ones where the girl
says "you're just my step-dad" once before screaming Daddy over and over
again.

   "Are you ready to head in?" Holly said.  "Now that I'm out of the water,
I'm kind of cold."

   "Give me a second," I said, trying to force my erection to disappear.

   *****

   "It's still so god damn hot!" Holly whined.  "God, it's hotter in here
than outside."

   "I've opened the windows," I said.

   Not that it did much good.  Only a few of them actually opened; the rest
were almost sealed shut through years of neglect.  The only relief came
from two large box fans I'd set in the middle of the living, creating
almost a breezeway.

   "Where do you want to sleep?"

   My room turned into a sauna as it was closer to the inside of the
building.  I didn't know how either of us was going to manage.  I had
initially offered Holly my room, but now the idea seemed like torture.

   Almost as bad as it was listening to her shower.

   That had been a new realization.  Through the walls, I could make out
every sound from the acoustics in the bathroom, hearing the loud thudding
crash when she knocked over one of the shampoo bottles.  Again, I did my
best, trying not to picture the cool stream falling over her naked, nubile
body.

   Again, it didn't work.

   I'd thought about masturbating during the shower, even working my hand
down to my shaft, pumping it a few times...  but I was sure she would hear.

   "Right here," She said.  "But there's no way I'm going to get
comfortable on this love seat.  What were you doing to do, sleep standing
up like a horse?"

   "I bought a queen sized air mattress," I said.

   "Why don't we just share that?"

   "I don't know," I said.

   "You aren't going to be able to sleep in that room, Daddy," Holly said.
"You'll melt into the sheets.  I'll have to use a spatula to pry you out in
the morning."

   "Still, it seems a little weird."

   "What's weird?" Holly said.  "It's just like camping.  Only worse,
because you actually paid for this place."

   I let out a quiet laugh.

   A few moments later, I pulled out the air mattress.  I put the bedding
on it, sheets, pillows, whatever would fit.  Though it was technically a
queen, the air mattress must have ruled over Luxembourg or some other
smaller kingdom.  Laying down next to each other, my daughter's body was
only a foot or so away from mine, tantalizingly close in her pajama bottoms
and oversized t-shirt.

   I was surprised to see her grab a sheet blanket, curling it around her
toes despite the heat.  I looked at her quizzically, her hands clutching
the fabric just below her chin.

   "What?" She asked.

   "You aren't hot?"

   "I just can't sleep without a blanket," She said.

   After a few minutes, I saw her point.  It seemed weird, even wearing gym
shorts and a t-shirt.  I felt strange without something draped over me.  I
considered reaching over to share the blanket, only to change my mind.  I
didn't really know how to ask.

   We passed a few minutes like this, suffering in silence, perspiration
dripping down our bodies.  Holly tossed and turned, accidentally bumping
into me a few time in pursuit of a position that would somehow ignore the
realities of a Texas summer.  Finally she tossed off the covers,
exasperated, her face flushed with the heat.

   "These bottoms are too much!" She said.  "Do you mind if I take them
off?"

   "Uh..."

   I didn't know how to respond.  My baser instincts, desperate to see her
undressed shouted at me to shut up.  After all, there were too many ways to
rationalize this.  Holly was just hot and trying to get comfortable.

   "Come on, Dad," She pleaded.  "It's too hot."

   I salvaged my conscience by asking one question.

   "You're wearing," I stammered a little.  "You're wearing underwear,
right?"

   "Duh!" She said.  "And a t-shirt.  It's no more that what you saw at the
pool."

   "Well, we are dating now," I joked.

   Holly let out a laugh, sliding down her bottoms.  She was careful to
keep the hem of her t-shirt over her waist, not letting me see her panties.
Curiosity coursed up from my penis as I speculated about the kind of
underwear she was sporting.  Though I had my suspicions.  Despite her
assurances, Holly moved carefully, placing one hand on her ass to keep her
shirt in place while she reached for the covers.

   Was it a thong?

   I adjusted myself, trying to angle my dick to the side of my pants and
keep it from growing.  My touch had the opposite effect.  My cock
stiffened, poking straight up to make a tent.  Thankfully, Holly had rolled
over to the other side of the makeshift bed, giving me a chance to reach
down into my shorts and point my dick upwards.

   Even in the dark the bulge would have been painfully obvious.

   I reached over and grabbed a little bit of the blanket, covering my lap
with it.

   "Go ahead," Holly said groggily.  "Don't let me be a blanket hog."

   I pulled a little more, covering up my groin and thighs.  I tried to act
natural, but with a boner barely bulging out from the sheets, I was
anything but relaxed.  I thought about excusing myself to the bathroom, but
there was a good chance my daughter would hear me jacking off.  I would
have to at least wait until she went to sleep.

   Holly rolled over again, this time her hand falling absently across my
chest.

   "Can I lay on you, Daddy?" She said sleepily.

   "I guess so..." I said, hoping she kept her eyes closed.

   Her nose nuzzled against me, rubbing up and down my chest before
settling on the side.  Through her thin t-shirt, I could feel her tits
pressed up against me.  I certainly knew from the pliable, soft flesh
squished against me that she wasn't wearing a bra.  Maybe it was just my
dick thinking, but I swore I could sense her hardened nipples poking out
against my side.

   My arm worked around her, letting her lay in the crook, resting up
against my shoulders.  Her fingers curled up against my chest, and I held
her almost innocently, except for the protesting protrusion from below my
waist that refused to subside.  I stared at the ceiling, staying perfectly
still while Holly started to snooze.

   She fidgeted against me a few times, her naked legs rubbing against my
waist as she curled around me.  Underneath her t-shirt, without knowing
where her underwear began, it was easy to envision my daughter completely
nude below the waist.  Especially as the lower part of her thighs connected
with my waist.

   There should have been only something completely innocent about her
cuddling against me.  Almost like we were reliving old times when she would
fall asleep during a movie.  Or when she needed to be carried in after a
long car ride, her neck no longer able to support her tired head.  And here
I was sexualizing this gift, this one last chance at closeness before she
headed off to college.

   She stayed like that for god knows how long.  I didn't dare move. 
Curled as she was in the fetal position, her knee was only an inch or two
away from rubbing against my dick.  I went through periods of calming it
down, reverting to just a half-excited semi, only to watch in shame as some
stirring caused me to notice again the feel and shape of her breasts pushed
against my chest.

   She moved a lot in her sleep.  Though I also knew that the suffocating
heat also added to her restlessness.  Both of us were more than a little
sweaty.  The very air in the apartment seemed humid, almost suffocating. 
My shirt and shorts felt stuck to me, making the idea of any sort of rest
impossible

   Holly wriggled again, this time her calf making contact with my
erection.

   I froze, completely caught.

   Somehow, after waiting at least five mississippi, I managed to move.  I
acted startled, gently pushing Holly off my chest, then I adjusted myself.

   "Everything okay?" She said, half-asleep.

   Thank god she hadn't noticed.

   "Yeah, just hot," I said.

   "Take off your shorts," Holly said.

   "What?" I said.

   "You're wearing underwear, right?" She said, rolling on her side.

   "Yeah..."

   "It's okay then."

   I thought about it, with both my penis and brain immediately jumping to
the same conclusion.  The extra layer of fabric from my shorts wasn't
really concealing anything, and even my waistband seemed soaked in sweat. I
reached down and hit the home button on my phone.  It was nearly 1:00 AM.
If I wanted to get any sleep before the morning, I needed to do something
different.  Stripping down to my boxers didn't seem so drastic.

   I didn't think about the hole down the middle until my shirt and shorts
were already on the floor in front of the bed.  But then again, how many
times had it taken me a desperate moment or two of struggling to fish it
out before pissing?

   Holly was right, I did feel a lot more comfortable.  I let out a loud
yawn.  She had moved over, her butt pushed out as she lay on her side. 
Everything seemed safe.  And without her young body pressing itself against
me, I was able to close my eyes, drifting in and out of precious sleep, my
cock forgetting about the impossibly sexy family member lying in a state of
undress right next to me.

   In that state between wakefulness and sleep, I adjusted, rolling over,
forgetting my surroundings for only a second.  My arm reached over Holly,
falling down around her chest.  My hand wasn't grasping or groping; I had
her almost in an arm bar, touching the outline of her breasts.  Slowly, the
realization of what I was doing dawned on me without any idea of how to
extradite myself from the position.

   I started to pull back, hoping to god that Holly was still asleep.

   "That's nice," She said.

   I still should have moved away and stopped myself.  Instead I dared to
go a little further.  I changed the position of my arm, lowering the elbow
down towards her belly button, getting more comfortable.  Of course, that
meant that now my hand was directly clasped around her left boob, not
squeezing or touching hard enough to alert her.

   My erection started rising again.  I rubbed my legs together, trying to
find the right spot to slide it aside.  Much as I began fantasizing about
it, I didn't want poke Holly in the ass with the head of my cock.  I kept
still, trying not to move.  I rationalized what I was doing in my head.  It
just a little spooning, not even really second base.  If I got a little
excitement out of it, it was only because I'd been so hard up for action of
late.

   We stayed like that for a few minutes, long enough for me to think she'd
gone back to sleep.  And just went I started to relax a little, she arched
her back a little, just enough so that her butt cheeks touched me.

   Not her underwear, not that shirt that she so carefully used to cover
herself.  Her bottom, complete bare, now rubbed against my waist.  Her
sleeping shirt had ridden up in the middle of the night, and the sheet was
now the only thing stopping me from seeing that my daughter wasn't wearing
any panties.

   I could feel each cheek pressed against my now rock-hard dick.  There
was no denying what this interaction was doing to me.  I did my best to
stay still, even as Holly adjusted against me, almost as if deliberately
finding the exact spot to nestle my cock in between the cleft of her naked
ass.

   I tried not to move, keeping still, holding her close to me...  only
then...

   It was just a little jolt, enough to give myself the sensation of
sliding in between her cheeks.

   But it was enough.

   I pushed back again, involuntarily using my daughter's buttcheeks to
slide my cock in between, my thin boxers the only thing separating our
skin. Once, then twice, I bucked my hips, stopping suddenly, horrified at
what I was doing.  I stopped midway through my third thrust, only to be
undone as the head of my dick flopped out through the slit in my underwear.

   Little more than the head actually touched my daughter's ass.  But it
was enough.  The top of the slit forced my dick down, and slippery wet with
precum, it instantly slid into the space between her legs, as if it
belonged there.  Shocked, mortified, and impossibly aroused, my cock was
now uncomfortably close my daughter's vagina, straining against her bare
skin, begging to go only a few inches more.

   I couldn't believe she was actually asleep.  But still she didn't stir.
I went to withdraw, only to have her ass move back against me.  I could
feel my cock coming closer to her pussy, almost parting her lips, the head
so close to experiencing the fulfillment of this forbidden fantasy.

   I just wasn't able to help myself.  I grabbed my shaft, feeling my head
rubbing against her pussy, unsure how she could possibly be asleep as I
started masturbating myself against her lips.

   "Just go on and fuck me, Daddy..." Holly said softly.

   Her reaction did more than startle me.  Her hand reached back, finding
my cock and moving her hips to push me inside her, just an inch or two. 
Without my help, she could manage barely more than just the tip.  But
though I had been slowly working myself towards this, now inside of my
daughter, and with her enthusiastic endorsement, I had no idea what to make
of this.

   "Holly..." I started, my voice taking on that dad tone.

   "You're already inside of me," She said.

   "But.." I tried again, even as I pushed a little further inside of me.

   "It's already happened, Daddy," Holly said.  "Let's enjoy it."

   "Honey, I-"

   "Please, Daddy," Holly looked back at me.  "Please?  We both want it so
bad."

   And of my resistance melted.

   "I love you, baby," I said.  "You know that, right?" "Yes, Daddy," She
whispered.  "Just fuck me."

   I lost myself in lust, one hand holding onto her hips, guiding my cock
all the way inside her.  In just a second, all seven inches of me were
inside, stretching out my baby girl completely.  I stopped, feeling her
breathe, her pussy clamped tight around my dick, so wet and warm, so eager.

   "God, it's so big," Holly whimpered.

   "Is it too much?" I asked.

   "No, just go slow," Holly said.  "I've never done it before."

   Something about taking her virginity propelled me forward.  I bucked up
against her, penetrating her as deeply as possible, eliciting a loud moan.
Then I slowly pulled back, almost exiting her before slowly sliding my way
back up.  I could hardly contain myself.  I wanted to immediately start
pumping, but I couldn't.  I just wouldn't do that to my daughter.

   I needed her to enjoy it.

   My hand reached up her shirt, pulling it up.  At this angle, I could
feel without actually seeing her breasts.  They were firm, small enough for
me to easily squeeze my palm around.  I acted like a teenage boy, needing
to touch them both, experiencing every inch of new flesh.  I moved my thumb
and finger to pinch her nipple, then alternated to the next.  I used my
hold around them to drive my dick home into her body.

   "Oh god...  Daddy, it feels so good."

   I began to move more quickly inside of her, my daughter's pussy opening
up even wider for me.  She opened her legs, using one hand to prop up a
space between her legs.  I let her body dictate the rhythm, finding the
right pace to meet her needs.  At this angle, fucking her from behind in a
position slightly altered from traditional spooning pose, I could not
really give it to her rough, even had I wanted to ravage her.

   And part of me did.  But only when she was ready.

   My hips banged against her.  Holly's hand reached down to her clitoris,
masturbating herself, my hand holding her leg up for leverage.  I moved a
little quicker inside of her, sliding in and almost out, her pussy nearly
gushing wet with excitement.

   "Daddy...  I'm going to..."

   "Cum for me, baby," I said.

   "I'm cumming..." She moaned.  "Oh, slow down..."

   I could feel it.  Her pussy clamped down on my cock, as if squeezing the
pleasure out of it.  She convulsed, her legs shaking, her whole body
vibrating.  Instinctively, I held her legs down, almost together, staying
still, but I couldn't stop myself entirely.  Her body bucked back against
mine, her ass smacking against my waist.

   She responded so well to the way I held her, keeping her legs almost
shut as I fucked her, that I increased my speed.  Again I could feel her
shaking, though I wasn't sure if this was another orgasm or just a
continuation of the first.

   Then Holly told me.

   "Oh god..  It's happening again!"

   Only this time, as I tried to keep going, I accidentally pulled back too
far, flopping out of her pussy.  But Holly didn't miss an opportunity.  She
rolled over, pushing my shoulders, jumping on top of me.  Our lips met, and
I kissed my daughter for the first time unlike any father.  Our tongues
twirled together, exploring each other, simply making out for a few minutes
before she grabbed my cock again.

   Moving one leg up, she slowly lowered herself on my dick.  Looking right
at her, I watched as every inch disappeared inside of her.  She grinded
against me, holding me by the hips, pulling hers up and down on my cock.

   "That's it, fuck me, Daddy!" She cooed.

   I pulled her down towards me, kissing her, feeling her body pressed
against mine.  My hands pressed on her bubble butt.  I kissed her neck,
giving it a gentle nibble and waiting for a response.

   "Oh yes, that feels good."

   I kept going, my hands around her cheeks, pushing her into me.  Even
though she was on top, I was directing the action.  She pressed against me,
my hips propelling up inside of her, fucking her more than she rode me.  I
moved my hands to the small of her back, holding her in position, both of
us thrusting against each other.

   I pounded into her, holding her in place for my pleasure.  There were
moments when I needed to slow down, afraid of cumming inside of her too
quickly.  But for the most part I kept up a steady pace.  Her long blonde
hair moved around my face, swishing as she bounced on my cock.

   Our lips met, and I thought I felt another orgasm course through her
body.  It almost pushed me over the edge.  My shaft responded to the
spasming coming from her opening.  Somehow, I held on, my hands clutching
the small of my baby's back as she kept grinding against me.

   She pushed up, returning to the more traditional cowgirl position.  Then
my hands started working her shirt up.  Thankfully she caught on to my
intent, helping me pull off the oversized t-shirt.  In a big reveal, I saw
my daughters tits bounce out, pert, perfectly curved with small dot-sized
nipples.  My mouth closed around them, and soon we moved up and out of the
cowgirl position.  We were almost sitting together, embracing as our bodies
moved together as one.

   I held her ass, pushing her down into me.  I could hear the sounds of
our hips slapping against each other, her moans echoing and rattling in the
walls of my tiny apartment.  Her neck craned back, her mouth open, her
breath frantic, her eyes fluttering open and closed.

   "God!  Yes, Daddy!  I'm cumming!"

   She screamed it.  Loud enough I'm sure to wake the neighbors.  But I
didn't care.  For all they knew, I was the virile older man, coming over to
fuck his teenage girlfriend in the middle of the night.  Only the two of us
knew the truth.  And after years of neglect, there was something so special
about finally coupling in such an intensely intimate way.

   Already her body seemed so familiar, so easy to understand.  There was
none of the strange or nervous energy, the awkward or weird moments that
accompany most first times.  But in this sitting position, there was only
so much leverage I could possibly command.  And as we rocked our hips
together, I nearly came out of her as I pulled back.

   Still inside of her, I tried to move her forward into a more missionary
style position, only to run out of room on the air mattress.  We both
laughed as I pulled her back, sliding my ass forward on the air mattress
until my feet touched the carpet.

   "I'm going to try something I haven't done in a while," I said.  "It'll
either be really fun or really short."

   "Okay, go for it," Holly said.

   "Hold around my neck."

   And with my daughter gripping me tightly, I held her up by the ass.  I
stood for a second, her pussy bouncing up and down on my cock, her breasts
rubbing against my chest.  I was surprised at how weightless she seemed.  I
wasn't in any great shape, but her petite frame was easy enough to support.
For a second, I just stood there, suspending her in mid-air.

   "Oh fuck, that feels good," Holly said.

   But I wanted more.  I took a few steps forward, pinning her back against
the wall.  Her neck arched back, her body shaking against the wall as my
hands moved down her thighs.  I slammed my cock into her, banging her
against the wall until the room seemed to shake from the effort.

   "God!  Daddy, that feels so good!"

   Our mouths met, my cock pumping into her, that tight little ass sliding
up and down.  Her nipples were hard, pressed up against me.  I reached down
to squeeze one, then leaned back, needing to suck again on her breasts. 
She wriggled back against me, trying to throw herself into me, redirecting
my attention to her desperate sex.  Any reluctance had completely
evaporated, any shyness swallowed up, the sounds of our sin only adding to
our pleasure.

   "Do I feel good, Daddy?"

   I breathed heavy, my entire focus on keeping her upright.

   "So good," I exhaled.  "You're so hot, baby."

   "I've wanted this so long," Holly moaned.

   "Really?" "God yes, Daddy please cum inside of me," She said.  "I'm not
sure how much more my little pussy can take."

   I moved my hand down, my thumb tracing circles around her clit, trying
to imitate the pattern I saw her following earlier.  It's enough to push
her over the edge, her pussy quivering and quaking with every continued
push upwards.

   "Oh fuck yes, yes!"

   It's the first time I'd ever been with a woman so enthusiastic, so
voracious and demonstrative in expressing her desire.  She almost clawed at
my back, gyrating against my cock, letting it fill her completely.  I
couldn't tell at that point who was fucking who.  Inside her pussy, I
experienced the throes of her orgasm, the contracting of her pussy pushing
me over the edge.

   Somehow, I managed to warn her.

   "I'm going to cum..."

   "Cum with me, Daddy," She yelled.

   I've passed the point of no return.  The head of my cock twitched, and I
stopped for a few seconds, almost surprised as the first spurt of cum shot
inside my daughter.  Then I needed to drive out the rest.  I continued
ploughing into her, filling her vagina with my load.  My head was still
pulsing, letting out the last drops as I thrust into her.  I could feel my
orgasm subsiding, only something kept me going for a few more strokes.

   "Yes, yes, get it all out, Daddy," Holly moaned.  "I'm..."

   And she shook again, overcome by another, smaller orgasm following the
first full-fledged explosion.  Even so, it was enough to propel her back
against the wall one final time, only this time, my softening cock slid out
of her.  With my dad reflexes, I was able to catch her by the rump before
she fell onto the ground.

   "God Daddy, that was so good," Holly said, her head resting on my
shoulder.

   *****

   We laid naked on the air mattress, exhausted, but still wide-awake, our
bodies brimming with excitement.  Holly nestled her head on my chest, her
tiny fingers tracing their way up my chest.

   "Not that I'm complaining, but where did that come from?"

   I had to ask.

   "I guess I might as well tell you," Holly said.  "It's not like anything
could be that embarrassing now..."

   "Are you embarrassed?" I asked.

   "Maybe I should be," Holly said.  "But I'm not.  I've wanted this for
awhile.  Are you?" "A little concerned," I managed.  "I don't want to have
taken advantage of you.."

   She let out a laugh at this, her bare breasts squeezing against me.

   "I think it was more the other way around," Holly said.

   "What do you mean?"

   "You're not going to laugh?" She looked up at me.

   "I promise."

   "It started with an erotic story I read online..."

   And the story just spilled out.

   "Ink, Sex, Magic.  It's one of my favorites, there's an elaborate
background involving sorcery and tattoos.  I don't remember how I found it,
but I started reading, and the main character is quickly fucking her
father. It's not just sex though...  like an actual relationship.

   I think the dad is just so hot.  I ended up masturbating to the sex
scene, but I felt so ashamed that as soon as I climaxed, I exited the
story, trying to forget it.  Only the name stuck in my brain.  I remember
telling myself that I'm just in it for the story - to see how it ends.

   I stopped caring at some point.  I start finding other authors in the
same category, always daddy/daughter stuff.  I thought it was just a
fantasy.  I kept telling myself it's not really about you.  Then one day I
hear the shower going, and the door is open just a crack..."

   She took a deep breath.

   "So I peeked..."

   "What did you see?" I asked.

   "You...  masturbating," Holly said.  "It was the first cock I'd ever
seen.  You were so big.  You were almost bent over, one hand was against
the wall, the other stroking yourself.  I watched longer than I should
have. I was sure you would turn around.  I didn't actually see you cum.  I
got too scared and too horny."

   "And?" I asked.

   "And I'd been thinking about it every since," Holly said.

   "It's certainly thinking about you right now," I answered playfully.

   She reached down, her hand holding onto my hard cock.

   "So this was your plan?" I said as my daughter slowly stroked me.

   "God no," Holly said.  "I just thought it would be sexy to tease you. 
To see how much I could get away with before you called me out."

   She paused, thinking of what to say.  "But I'm glad you didn't say no."

   "Me too..." I said, moaning as her hand worked up and down my shaft.

   "Do you want it again, Daddy?" She cooed.

   "God yes," I said, moving on top of her.

   It was much more intimate.  We kissed first, my fingers exploring her
pussy, warming her up before I slowly slid my cock into her.  On top of
her. I took my time, exploring her nipples, feeling every inch of those
subtle curves as my hips connected with hers.

   "Be quick, Daddy," She said.  "I'm sore."

   I started to increase my pace, pushing her legs apart.  Her knees were
in my chest, holding her in place so that I could grab onto her legs,
pistoning myself in and out.  Her fingers moved to her clitoris, making the
same pattern from before as she masturbated to keep herself going.  She let
out several cries, and I stopped, remaining perfectly still, not sure if
these moans were from pleasure or pain.

   "Are you okay?" I asked.  "I can stop."

   "No, keep going.  It feels good," Holly said.  "I'm just sore.  You're
so much bigger than my vibrator."

   I started gently, but her response edged me on.  I had her legs pushing
against me, burying myself deeper with every thrust, increasing my rhythm.

   "God, it's so deep, Daddy!" Holly moaned.  "It feels so good!"

   The soles of her feet pushed against my chest.  I realized that she
reacted better to shorter thrusts, and I tried to keep myself inside her as
much a possible.  The sounds of us smacking together filled the tiny room
as I again pounded into my daughter's pussy, only to be overpowered by the
growing cries of joy from my baby girl.

   "Right there, Daddy!  I'm so close."

   I tried to keep at the exact same pace.  I held up her legs, driving
myself deeper than ever with her ass angled up, suspended a little off the
mattress.  She grinded her pussy back against me, twisting and turning,
then shaking with pleasure.

   "I'm cumming!"

   I knew I needed to finish quickly; she'd told me as much, but I'd
already spent myself.  Though I could easily cum multiple times in a day
during my youth, doing so in my forties was no easy task.  Still, as I
pounded into my daughter, continuing at the same frantic, frenzied pace
after her orgasm, I thought for a second that my balls might do me a favor
and release my seed into my daughter again.

   "Cum in me, Daddy," Holly said.

   I could sense her desire fading, her pussy tiring from the once sensual
battering.  Holly bit her lip, trying not to show it.  Her cries became
quieter, stifled by her efforts to please me.

   "Please finish, Daddy," She said.  "I'm not sure how much I can take."

   The building pressure I thought about to cause an eruption ebbed and
faded.  I was still hard, but I knew it would take more than quick minute
or two of fucking, nor did I want to push my daughter too far in only her
second experience.  Still, even as I pulled out, my cock wet with her
fluids, she protested.

   "No, Daddy," She said.  "I want you to finish."

   "It's okay baby," I said.  "Come here and suck me."

   "Are you sure?  I just want to please you."

   I reassured her.

   "You will, I haven't had your mouth yet."

   I stood up, and my daughter sank to her knees.  She pushed the sweaty
strands of blonde hair out of her face, her lips pursing around the head of
my dick.  Slowly, she sucked, her tounge working around my hole.  Holly
performed timidly at first, slowly taking more and more inside of her
mouth.

   But as she relaxed, my daughter managed to put most of me constantly in
her mouth.  Only once did she manage to take me all the way, her nose
brushing against my pubic hair.  Quickly after this, she started to gag,
choking and coughing for a second before returning to her task.  A little
skittish, she focused on building up a pattern, bobbing up and down my
cock, using her hand to stroke where she couldn't quite suck.

   Her tongue traced down the length of my shaft, lapping at my balls as
she stroked me.  Whatever experience she lacked, my daughter more than made
up for with enthusiasm.  Every inch of me, from head to sack, was soaked in
her slobbering embrace.  She sucked, looking up at me with those big
doe-eyes, letting me guide her with my hand.

   "God, I'm close," I said.  "Where do you want me to cum?"

   Her hand moved to stroke me.  I could feel the heat of her breath while
she spoke.

   "Anywhere you want, Daddy," Holly said.  "I'll swallow it.  Or you can
cum on my breasts, or my face.."

   "Oh yes..." I answered.

   "Do you want to cum on my face?"

   "Yes, baby," My hand wrapped around hers.  "Suck Daddy's balls." Her
head tilted to the side to obey.

   I could feel myself getting close.  The opening at my head start to
tingle, reaching the point of no return as the semen surged up from my
balls and into my shaft.

   "I'm going to cum!"

   She moved in front of me, eyes wide and starting up at my cock.  I
grunted and groaned.  I had been so close with my balls in her mouth, only
to fade at the last second.  I kept stroking.  Holly stuck out her tongue,
giving me a small lick, then sucking me for a few seconds before I took
hold of myself again.

   "Tell me what you want," I said.

   "I want you to cum on my face, Daddy," She said.

   "God I'm close, keep talking," I begged.

   "Please, Daddy.  Please cover my sweet, innocent face with your big
Daddy load."

   She moved her hands to clutch her tits, squeezing them as she looked
almost innocently up at me.

   "Cum, Daddy.  Cum all over your daughter's face."

   She was waiting, ready for me to final fulfil this fantasy, and yet the
semen stayed put, right on the edge.

   "Please, Daddy, cum all over my-"

   She didn't finish the sentence.  My first shot landed in a large strand
from her forehead to her lips.

   "Oh yes, Daddy..."

   Holly stayed put, a smile spreading across her face as the next two
spurts landed on her nose, dripping down onto her lips.  I kept stroking
myself, surprised at the volume of cum spraying out from my second load of
the night.  Other than that one large rope stretched up onto her forehead,
semen stuck mostly over the lower part of her face, collecting mostly
around her chin and nose, She darted her tongue around, tasting my seed,
before opening her mouth to show me that she was swallowing,

   "Thank you, Daddy," Holly said.

   I was about to get her a towel when she stopped me.  Using one finger,
she scooped up as much of the semen as she could, slowly sucking the digit
clean.

   "You taste so good..." my daughter said.

   I helped her, using my finger to collect the cum on her forehead.  Then
holding my finger out, I watched while sucked it clean.

   "Did you like that?" I said, my first two fingers in her mouth.

   "Uh-huh," She said through them.

   After a cold shower together, we both settled back in place on the air
mattress, naked and covered up by the thin sheet blanket.  Again, Holly
nestled up against me, her head on my chest.

   "Thank you Daddy," Holly said.

   "Get some rest baby," I answer, my hand rubbing her temples.

   Exhausted, she fell asleep in my arms.

   The last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep was my
daughter's bare breasts, heaving against my side with each breath.

   Yes, it was hot, and yet we both had managed a restful bliss.



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