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 Title: Sex Addict

   Summary: A man with a sex addiction finds his daughter, and her desires,
too hard to ignore.
Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,young



   Addict

   "Where are my car keys?" Drew asked, his voice carrying throughout his
house.  They weren't hanging on the rack next to the door.  "Vanessa, did
you borrow my car?"

   "Did I ask if I could borrow your car today?" Vanessa asked.  "Not that
you'd notice."

   Drew glared at his daughter's bitchy tone.  He ignored her and dug
through the pockets of his jackets hanging in the coat closet.

   "Where are you going?" Vanessa asked.  She was sitting on the couch,
wearing a white t-shirt and basketball shorts that dropped to her knees. 
"To one of your mysterious meetings?"

   "You know that I am." Drew groaned.  "This is the important one."

   "I could give you a ride if you bought me a car."

   "Bought you a car again, you mean?  Did you hide my keys?"

   "No." Vanessa rolled her eyes back to her magazine.  Her right knee
rose, and her shorts slipped down her thigh.

   "Stop asking for a car," Gemma said as she walked into the living room.
"I have your keys."

   "Thank you," Drew said.  He could hear the minutes ticking away.  He
wasn't going to an ordinary meeting.  This was a house meeting, where a
person's punctuality was important -"more than -"it was promised.  He
lifted his left hand, thinking his wife would toss the keys to him, but she
pulled them to her breasts instead.

   "What?" Drew asked.

   "I need you to do some shopping for me," Gemma said.

   Drew frowned.  "It's going to be around eleven by the time I get out."

   Gemma smiled.  She walked to him with open arms, and she crossed her
fingers behind his neck as she pressed her thin body into his.  Drew
cradled her against his lean frame.  Gemma's eyes promised him
something nice if he did as she asked.  His cock woke at the
thought. Damn it.  This was what he was supposed to avoid.

   "Please?" Gemma stood on her ties, pecking him on his lips.

   "Tonight?" Drew asked, though there was more than one question in his
voice.

   "Anything you want," Gemma said, for his ears only.  Her following kiss
lasted longer than the first one.

   "Will you two stop?" Vanessa asked.  "I'm right here."

   Drew had pushed his meeting from his mind the moment his wife opened her
arms, but his daughter's voice compelled him back to reality.  He took his
keys from Gemma's fingers.  "Text me what you need," he said, sliding his
arms from around his wife's thin body.  His right hand, hidden from his
daughter's view, caressed Gemma's small breast as he moved away.

   He turned in a hurry, fighting his urges to do more with his wife even
though his daughter was so close.  He moved fast, hoping his daughter
wouldn't see his growing bulge beyond the movements of his legs; if she was
looking.

   Once inside of his Lexus, he told himself, "Sex is a part of life, but
it's not life." It was a thirty-minute drive to his sponsor's home.  He
made it in fifteen.

   "Didn't know if you were going to show," Jim said, letting him inside.
"We're about to start."

   "I was making sure I wouldn't have to lead the meeting."

   Jim laughed as they walked into his living room.  A dozen people had
gathered in a circle, some sitting in foldout chairs from the garage.  It
was a diverse group in age, appearance, careers, educations, and
ethnicities, but they shared one trait that threatened their ability to
lead healthy lives: sex addiction.

   Jim sat in his recliner while Drew sat in a metal foldout chair -"the
penalty for being late.  Jim was the group's secretary, but he didn't take
up a collection; he didn't ask for anyone to read the steps, and he didn't
ask for anyone to lead them in prayer.  Jim had designed the meeting for
addicts who wished to share their lives with a core group of friends whom
they trusted as much as they trusted their very own sponsors.

   "Tonight," Jim said, raising his voice, "our newest member has asked if
she could share a very personal story with us." Jim smiled as silence
overtook the room.  "Remember, whatever we share here tonight is for our
ears only.  Trust and non-judgment are what makes this group work.  Let's
keep it that way."

   Drew turned his eyes to the raven-haired businesswoman with a stern, but
handsome face, who always dressed inexpensive clothing.  She was wearing a
dress-suit and Drew tried to be discreet as he admired her nylon stockings.
He focused his gaze on her -"her eyes -"as she retold the past events of
her life.

   Linda's Share

   Linda didn't know when her feelings for her grandfather changed into
something unimaginable by society's laws.  Perhaps it was always there,
nurtured by her need to be close to the only family she knew.  Her mother
had passed away before Linda could transform her into memory and her father
had problems that took him from her life, leaving her incomplete.

   Her first year away at college was tough, and the absence of her family
led to what she would later recognize as a symptom of her sexual addiction.
She needed to feel close to people.  She needed to be loved, and sex made
her feel loved in a way a hug never would.  She phoned her grandparents
nightly, and she found a part-time job as a waitress.  She studied hard. 
She felt alone.

   Linda escaped her loneliness by flirting with the men from the bar that
employed her.  At first, she flirted with only the men who flirted with
her, and then everyone.  Flirting became drinks after her shift, and that
led her to accept a date from a man named John.

   John was twice her age.  His eyes were big, blue, and deep-set, and
paternal, like her grandfather's.  Too many drinks later and she was in the
back seat of his car, her legs in the air as John pumped his prick through
her no-longer virgin pussy.  They fucked in the parking lot of the
restaurant that he had taken her to, and they went back inside for a
nightcap after he came inside of her.  After, they went to his home, where
he gave her a fucking that she hadn't been prepared for by pulling her hair
and spanking her ass throughout the night.  She loved it.

   John was her first, but not her last.  Others asked her on dates, and
Linda didn't know how to say no.  Sometimes she drank, sometimes she
didn't, but she always knew where the date would end up.  Something was
missing inside of her that was only found when a man's cock was filling her
pussy.  He had to be an older man who made her feel safe and loved, and who
reminded her of her grandfather.

   Their names changed.  Their faces changed.  She had an endless string of
men to turn to, but after fucking and cuddling, they left her, and she was
alone again.  She missed her grandparents.  She missed her grandfather.  He
invaded her thoughts during sex.  She would call him after a night out,
needing to hear his voice.  Soon she was touching herself while listening
to him speak, and then she was coming in secret.  She had to have him, and
she would during her first visit home.

   Her grandparents were retired, but her grandmother was a volunteer
nurse, spending most of her time outside of the house on some new adventure
that pushed away from the boredom that was retirement.  Linda dressed
conservatively when her grandmother was home, but that changed the moment
the gray-haired beauty left the house.

   She started her seduction with compliments, telling her grandfather,
"You look slimmer since I went away," and she'd touch his back and stomach
as if measuring his new thinness.  Sometimes she'd say, "And your arms are
so much bigger than I remember," and squeeze his biceps, laughing as she
did.

   Her clothes changed from sweaters and jeans to tight-shirts with low
collars and short shorts, the smaller, the better, the tighter, the better,
and they always clung to her round bottom.  She tanned in her bikini when
the sun came out, keeping her legs spread, and her skin oiled, her
camel-toe showing as the tops and sides of her lotioned breast glimmered
like honey.

   "I couldn't tell my grandfather that I wanted to fuck him." Linda looked
around the group.  "I didn't know how to get him into my bed.  I didn't
know how to get him between my legs." She licked her lips.  "Where I needed
him.  So I brought someone home, intending to get caught."

   "I'm going out," Linda told her grandparents one night.  "Don't wait
up."

   "I'm going out too," her grandmother said.  "To an out of town play, and
then a spa in the morning.  I'll be gone for the weekend.  Be safe."

   "You both be safe," her grandfather said.  "I worry about my girls."

   Linda smiled.  She knew of her grandmother's plans.  "Aw," she said,
hugging her grandfather and pushing her breasts against him until her
nipples thickened into wide eraser points.

   She visited several bars that night but barely drank.  She was searching
for someone and when she found a man that resembled her grandfather,
although smaller in every way, she convinced him to come home with her.  It
wasn't hard.

   "Do you like it rough," Linda asked while the man drove her home.  She
reached across the center console, rubbing the man's slacks and thickening
his cock.  "I like it rough." She had purred those words into his ear. 
"You can spank me.  Slap me.  Bite me.  Just make me hurt, so my pussy gets
creamy enough to take your big dick."

   "I could tell he was nervous," Linda said, looking at her palms as she
talked to the group.  "But I stroked him anyway, and I played with his big
balls, and I tugged on the head of his prick until he was too hard to say
no."

   "Linda," Jim warned.

   "Sorry, habit," Linda smiled, reddening.  "Where was I?"

   "Choke me," Linda growled.  She lay on the living room couch, legs
spread, in her grandfather's home.  The man lined his cock up with her
dripping slit.  "Come on, fuck your dick into me." The man did, with one
hand around her neck, squeezing and constricting her breath until her eyes
rolled back and the whites showed.  He pumped his cock into her with one
long thrust of his hips, spreading her wet tunnel and making her groan.

   Linda looked toward the stairs, fighting the man's grip while grunting
helplessly from his pussy-thumping.  She spread her legs wider as his
member slid in and out of her honey-hole.  She was so fucking wet; she
thought she'd come before her grandfather heard her mock struggles.

   "Uh, uh, uh," Linda breathed every time the man's balls slapped the
bottom of her butt.  She was gasping for breath as her tits shook under her
open dress.  She grabbed a couch pillow, throwing it at the table lamp set
at the end of the couch -"striking it.  The noise was deafening as it
shattered across the floor.

   "Shit," the man said, his cock half-buried inside of her creamy twat.

   "Call me a bitch," Linda hissed.

   "Bitch," Eddie said.

   "Don't be a pussy."

   "Bitch!" he tried again.

   "What the fuck is going on down there?" Linda's grandfather roared.

   The man jumped away from her, his cock wet with her juices and swinging
from side to side.  She watched her grandfather run down the stairs,
red-faced with anger.  He looked like an old wolf disturbed from his
slumber and hungry for blood.

   "He was hurting me," Linda whimpered.

   "I -"what?" the man croaked.  He ran out of the house, stumbling with
his pants around his ankles.

   "What happened here?" her grandfather asked when Linda yelled for him to
let the man go.

   Back to the Meeting

   "I lay sprawled on the couch," Linda said.  "My black dress was pushed
up to my breasts, and my barely-there panties lay torn on the floor, my
smooth pussy pink and open.  I started crying, leaving my tits out for my
grandfather to see." She shivered.  "It was easy after that." She looked
around the group, a warning to each man glimmering within her eyes.

   Her grandfather -"flesh and blood. Drew's heart raced.  Linda's story
had been more than graphic in the telling.  Incest was not a new concept to
him.  His addiction had led him to many websites where family love helped
to evolve his cravings, but this was the first true story he had heard that
hadn't started with tears.

   "My grandfather comforted me for the rest of the night," Linda said. 
"He never asked me to change.  We drank.  I lied to him about how roughly
men treated me." She shrugged, frowning, shrinking.  "It wasn't hard to
convince him to show my young, eighteen-year-old body that men could be
gentle."

   Drew swallowed, others moaned at her words.  Jim shook his head and
rolled his eyes.

   "We fucked everywhere after that night." Linda's smiled, nostalgic.  "In
his bed.  In mine.  On the couch.  When I tanned.  In his car.  On the
washer.  Anywhere I could get him alone.  It wasn't until after he passed
away that I realized sex might have been a problem for me.  The way I used
it.  Who I used it with.  Isn't that the way it is for every one of us?"

   Later, after the meeting, Drew stood next to his car, smoking a
cigarette and blowing circles into the air.  He watched Linda walked to her
car.  He waved, motioning to her to come to him.  She did.

   "I'm not hitting on you," Drew said as she approached him.  He lifted
his left hand.  "Married."

   "Does that stop people like us?" Linda asked, laughing.  "We're not
supposed to use the meetings for sex."

   "Does that stop people like us?" Drew laughed.  "It's not like in the
movies, where a meeting starts and an orgy breaks out." He offered Linda a
reassuring smile.  "That was a brave share you gave us."

   "Thank you."

   "I can't top your story," Drew said.  He laughed, breathing smoke to the
side.  "I know; it's not a competition, but to some of us. . . ."

   Linda pursed her lips, studying him, and then she said, "I still have an
ace in the hole."

   "Hmm," Drew said.  "Something you can share?"

   Linda tilted her head in a tic-tock style before saying, "I said I
realized that I had a problem with sex after my grandfather passed away."
She looked around as if for eavesdroppers.  "That's true, but it wasn't
until I was having my father's baby that I knew I had to conquer it before
it broke me." She lifted her left hand, showing off her wedding ring.  "I'm
Daddy's girl forever, and it's made my life better."

   Drew's cigarette tumbled end over end to the street, smacking into the
asphalt ash first.  Tiny butterflies of flame danced between Linda and him.

   "Have a good night," Linda whispered; smiling and waving as she left. 
The rear lights on her BMW were dimming before Drew noticed his sponsor
standing beside him.

   "Don't think about it," Jim said.  "There's not a man in there -"and
some women -"who she doesn't tempt with her stories.  She does it on
purpose.  I'm trying to fix that for her."

   "I'm not thinking about it," Drew lied.  "I'm married, and I've never
cheated on my wife." That wasn't a lie.

   "I know," Jim said, nodding his head, "but you've convinced her to do
some kinky things with other people.  She did that for you, remember."

   "She did it for herself, too," Drew said.  He shook his head.  "She's
using my weakness against me again." He sighed.  "It's not her fault, is
it?"

   "You shouldn't trade anything for sex, even with the wife.  What was it
this time?"

   "Things she forgot while shopping," Drew answered.  "It's constant,
though.  I could say yes when she asks me, but I know what she's willing to
do for that yes." He rubbed his face.  "Why can't I stop?"

   "Because you're an addict," Jim said.  "You have to stop bargaining for
sex if you want to feel good about yourself." Jim clapped him on the
shoulder.  "The bargaining isn't the problem.  It's a problem because it
bothers you.  The guilt you're letting build is going to cause you to
backslide.  Our behavior mimics our feelings."

   "I need to shop," Drew growled.  "I got to go."

   "Go," Jim said.  "Go buy whatever it is you have to buy and then turn
down the sex when you get home.  Try writing in those journals.  Stay
strong tonight, and when the morning comes, seduce your wife."

   Drew laughed as he entered his car.  He drove to the store, bought what
was needed, then drove home.  He went to his study and wrote in his current
journal.  He wrote down everything that he could think of that would keep
him from falling back into his old habits of watching porn, masturbation,
buying sex toys, and more.

   Drew struggled to keep his hands to himself when he got into bed.  Gemma
was sleeping, but he was unable to keep from pushing his hand up the back
of her nightgown as the minutes ticked by.  He caressed her warm muffin
from behind, waking her.  She mumbled something as he pulled her panties to
the side and fisted his hard cock to her pussy lips, stroking the head
between them until he gave her hole a hard pump.  Gemma groaned, so he
worked his dick into her twat slowly, making her extra juicy before he
pushed all the way home within her body.

   "Fuck," Gemma moaned.  She was half asleep, but Drew knew she was waking
up fast.

   He spooned his wife's thin body, humping his cock into her from behind
while holding her little tits in his hands.  Linda's story came to him, and
Drew bit his lip, lifting his wife's nightgown over her breasts as he
fucked her faster, and harder, until he pumped the last shred of sleep from
her pussy.

   She twisted around, pushing him flat on his back, and then she mounted
him.  She tugged her panties to the side, fucking her cunny onto his cock.
She rode him fast, shifting his dick back and forth in a stick-shift
fashion while humping her butt against his balls.

   Drew didn't last as Gemma's wetness hugged his prick in a smooth caress.
He tried to hold back, but his balls swelled with pleasure, and he came,
filling Gemma's snatch with his slimy load.  He grabbed her hips, pulling
her onto him while his body shook and he didn't let go until the last spurt
of jizz swam through his shaft and into her pussy.

   "You didn't wait for me to come," Gemma whined, sucking on her
forefinger.  He still had his cock buried in her warmth.  Still hard.  She
bared her breasts to him by tearing off her gown.  "Watch." She pinched and
rolled her nipples between her fingertips.  She dropped her right hand to
her mound, fingering her clit with quick circular motions.  "Watch me come
on your big, pussy-hurting cock." She whimpered, her hips fucking in a
tight circle that ground his knob against her soft insides.  When she came,
she left his balls soaked and his cock sore.

   "Goodnight," Gemma panted as she fell to the side, not bothering to get
dressed or clean off the cum dripping from her freshly-fucked pussy.

   Drew didn't fall asleep.  Soon he was giving his wife the dick from
behind, her panties ripped and ruined, thrown to the side.  She buried her
head in her pillow, and he held her hair in a tight ponytail while she
raised her butt for him.  She couldn't run from the pussy-pummeling he was
giving her, and she moaned and grunted with each deep dick-stroke he fed
her.  His thrusts rippled her small ass cheeks and filled the room with
loud, sloshing sounds.  He spanked his wife's ass hard when he came,
forcing several whimpers from her throat as he jabbed her pussy over and
over again.  Drew didn't pull out until his cock went soft and his balls
were empty.

   He rolled off of her, not hugging her, and stared at the ceiling while
his mind raced with an addict's wild thoughts.  He looked at his wife,
afraid for a moment of what she'd do if he went back to his old ways.  In
the morning, he fucked her again.

   Bothersome Clothing & Car Talk

   Drew sat in his living room on a Saturday afternoon, his addiction
journal in his lap, and an IPA in his recliner's cup holder.  College
football played on his television.  His team didn't play until later, but
it was never too early to build a game-time buzz.  It also gave him time to
write in his journal.

   Cheerleaders filled the screen.  Drew didn't think much of it, other
than she's good looking.  So is she.  Her, not so much.  He sipped his beer
and concentrated on his journal.

   Vanessa's heavy feet bounded down the stairway.  He turned his head to
tell her she didn't need to stomp, but his voice died in his throat.  She
wasn't bounding down the stairway -"she was bouncing down the stairway.

   She looked like she had had a rough night.  Her hair was a mess -"bed
head -"and her cropped, sleeveless T-shirt showed off her rippling stomach
muscles and lean arms.  She worked out to look good, and it showed.  Her
big, teen breasts jutted forward, causing her shirt to hang beyond the
smoothness of her stomach.  It read TEASE across the front.

   His daughter ignored him as she crossed the foyer into the dining room
toward the kitchen, her long legs not even close to hidden by her white
cotton shorts.  The words BAD GIRL lay across the cheeks of her
heart-shaped butt.  Did capital letters have a special meaning?  Vanessa
skipped into the living room with a Coke in on hand and an IPA in the
other. She dropped down onto the couch, facing him with an eyebrow raised
and holding up both drinks.

   "Good morning," Drew said.  "Wait, it's the afternoon."

   Vanessa frowned.  "Do I have to say good morning every morning?"

   "No." Drew sighed.

   "Come on," Vanessa said.  "It's football.  I used to cheerlead for this
game."

   Drew sighed again.

   "Please."

   He looked sidelong at his daughter, her golden tan catching his eye. 
She had perfect skin, flawless, her muscles sleek, setting her apart from
any women brave enough to stand next to her.  Her shorts were so small and
tight they allowed the bottoms of her butt to curve beneath their leg
bands.

   "Fine," Drew said.

   "That your journal?" Vanessa asked, smiling.  "Whatcha writing? 
Something from your mysterious meetings?  Are you a Stone Mason?"

   "Why do you have to make fun?" He waved his journal at her.  "What I
write in here is serious.  It helps me."

   "Helps you how?"

   "Nothing important."

   "Then let me read it."

   "Drop it." Drew glared at his daughter.  "I mean it."

   "You spend more time with that journal than. . . ." Vanessa's voice
trailed off in a mumble.  "Why don't you get on Facebook like everyone
else? Write crazy Twitter posts.  Have you thought about what I've been
asking you for?"

   "The answer to that question is always no."

   "Why?  It's been two years."

   "You crashed the car we bought you," Drew said, "while you were
drinking. You're lucky you're not in jail."

   "People make mistakes." Vanessa took a long swallow of her IPA.  "I've
got my license back."

   "Get a job and buy a car.  We'll pay for your insurance, but everything
else is your responsibility."

   "Fuck," Vanessa said.  "I'm in college -"a good one -"I deserve a second
chance.  You'd know that if you paid attention to me."

   "I'm not going to reward you for doing what you're supposed to be
doing." Drew frowned. I do pay attention to you. He couldn't make the
words leave his mouth.

   "Why not?" Vanessa asked.  "People get rewarded for doing what they are
supposed to do all the time.  Education -"job -"paycheck -"social life."
She raised a finger with each point that she made.  "I don't get that
because of one fuck-up?"

   He looked at his daughter.  Hard.  Vanessa's brown eyes were determined
to match whatever rage he could throw at her.  Her messy hair made him lose
focus. What was she doing last night? The anger radiating from her
attractive features added a hint of danger to her beauty.  Her shirt said
TEASE and two hard peaks stuck out -"

   "Those are good points," he said, flushing and turning away as his voice
lost all emotion.  "The answer is no."

   His daughter stared at him for a moment, then she rolled her eyes and
watched the game.  Drew left his journal alone.  His last entry was about
Linda and the details of her first time with her grandfather.  Why had he
written it down in such thoroughness? So I could jerk off to it later. He
sipped his beer.

   Drew slid his gaze to his daughter.  He could see the bottom of her
firm, right butt cheek curving out from the underside of her leg band. 
"Why do you dress like that?" Drew asked with an edge to his voice.

   "Like what?"

   He answered with a shake of his head.  He could feel his daughter's eyes
on him.  He stretched his neck, grimacing.  The cheerleaders flashed across
the screen.  Vanessa had been a cheerleader, and colleges had recruited
her, but she had declined every offer sent her way.  She never said why.

   "The cheerleaders wear more clothing than you." He hadn't known he was
going to say those words.

   "What do you care?" Vanessa snapped.

   "I don't." He stood.  "I need to work on my journal -"in peace." He
walked out of the room to his downstairs study, feeling his daughter's eyes
burning into him as he left her alone.

   He threw his journal on his desk when he entered his study and called
his sponsor.  They didn't talk for long, but it was long enough to keep
Drew from spending a few hundred dollars on eighteen-year-olds showing off
their bodies on webcams.

   Tit for Tat or Ass for a Vacation

   There were no lights on in the front room when Drew arrived home after a
late SAA meeting.  There was light bleeding into the dining room from his
kitchen and to his right, which normally meant Gemma was having a
late-night snack.  It had to be Gemma -"she would be thin forever -"but
Vanessa had to work off anything she ate the next day.  Her body was akin
to the fabled Midwest farm girls men dreamt about, but Vanessa liked the
slimmer look.

   He tossed his journal onto his recliner and went to the kitchen, finding
his wife sitting at the breakfast table.  She wore a short robe of black
silk, open, and underneath, a red nighty fringed in black lace that stopped
at the top of her thighs.

   "How was your meeting?" Gemma asked.  Her blue eyes sparkled.  "Are your
urges under control?"

   "Yes," Drew lied.

   "Uh-huh."

   Gemma had a glass of red wine in one hand and a romance book in the
other.  Her thumb split the book in half, which meant she had been reading
the steamy passages all by her lonesome while drinking.

   "Vanessa is out," Gemma said.  "We're all alone."

   "Interesting."

   "Finally alone."

   "And why do we need to be alone?" Drew asked.  His cock started to
swell. There was a second, empty glass of wine on the table, and he filled
it from the bottle standing next to it.

   "Because there are things we need to do and talk about," Gemma said. 
She sipped her wine.  "I was thinking about our next vacation.  I want to
go to Paris and London and Rome.  We haven't been there in years."

   Drew drank his wine.  "I was hoping to stay local this year.  Didn't we
agree to this when I almost fell into Niagara Falls?"

   "I thought you got off on adventure?"

   "What does Vanessa want?"

   "No using our daughter to get out of traveling," Gemma said, with
a tsk-tsk shake of her head.  She swept her legs out from under the
table. Her tanned skin reflected the light with a honey-tinted sheen.

   "I wasn't using Vanessa. . . ." Drew's voice whispered away to nothing
as Gemma opened her thighs, showing him the pink crease between her legs,
wrapped gently in the crisscrossing grasp of her nearly transparent, blonde
pubic hairs.

   Drew drank his wine.  He couldn't remove his eyes from between Gemma's
legs.  He loved her trimmed hairs.  She was smooth everywhere else beneath
her eyes, save her mound and pussy lips.  Her hairs were a subtle reminder
that she was a mature, seductive woman and those hairs felt good against
his tongue and cheeks when he lowered his head to her sex.

   "You can't keep doing this." He tried to look away.

   "I'm your wife," Gemma said.  "If I want to fuck, I get to fuck.  You
wouldn't deny my pussy that big dick, would you?"

   Drew groaned.

   "Look at me." Gemma spread her legs wider.  She ran her tongue across
her lips like a slow-moving snake.  "Can you see how wet I am?  My lips are
shiny with hidden dew that lets you stretch me open.  I want to feel every
inch of your big dick inside of me."

   "You can't bargain with me anymore," Drew said, voice trembling.

   "Bargain for what?" She pulled her nighty above her waist.  "This is for
my pussy.  I was reading and playing and wishing you'd come home before I
was forced to fuck that bottle of wine." She pouted.  "Like I used to do
for you.  Do remember all those nasty things I used to do for you?"

   Drew hung his head, keeping his eyes on his wife.  He dropped to his
knees, setting his glass down as he shuffled between her legs and pressed
his lips against the inner flesh of her thighs.  He kissed her and moved
upward toward the soft pinkness he could never refuse.

   "That's right," Gemma said, urging him with her whispered words.  "Come
lick this tasty treat I have for you."

   Drew grabbed his wife's waist, pulling her pussy to the edge of the
chair.  She laughed a glittery sound that turned into a sharp breath when
his lips kissed her creamy slot.  Her pubic hairs tickled him as he thrust
his tongue into her vertical slash, pushing her lips apart so he could lick
her silky walls.  She tasted fresh, and her warm scent brought his senses
to life.

   "I love your pussy," Drew groaned into his wife's twat, his words wet
and distorted as he feasted on her softness.

   "Mm," Gemma moaned.  "You naughty pussy lapper.  Lick me, oh, fucking
lick that wet hole."

   Drew slid two of his fingers into his wife's body, her channel squeezing
his digits in soft velvet.  Juices dripped over his fingers, making it
easier to twist and turn them through her lips.

   Drew stood, lifting Gemma by her butt and setting her on the table like
a doll.  He moved between her legs, and she leaned back on her elbows,
watching him as he tore his pants open and let his thick, rigid cock spring
free.  It pointed straight at her tender slash, hungry and hard and eager
to fuck.

   "Wait," Gemma said, pulling her right leg up and placing her foot on his
chest.  Her knee bent as he stepped forward, but his cock stopped a breath
away from her little hole.  "Tell me."

   Drew groaned, his cock aching with the need to slide between his wife's
legs.  He took her foot, kissing it, sucking on her toes, making her laugh
as he licked her to the ankle.

   "You can have my pussy every day when we're in Rome," Gemma promised. 
"Anytime, anywhere, in front of anyone."

   "Only your pussy?"

   "My mouth too," Gemma teased, her eyes afire with lust.  "And, if you're
generous, my ass, even though your big mean dick is too much to take
sometimes."

   "Jesus," Drew moaned.  "Yes.  We can go to Rome."

   "Then fuck me like you mean it.  Make me earn that trip."

   "Baby," Drew grunted, thrusting his cock forward.  His knob spread his
wife's lips, pushing into her soft folds and spreading her inner walls
apart.  Her warmth cradled him, massaging his shaft and sending chills
through his cock as he buried himself deep within her slickness.

   "Ooh," Gemma hissed, giving him a dark, how dare you look, as he
stretched her open.

   Drew nearly came.  His balls jumped with the electric need to spill his
sperm into his wife's body.  Her moans filled the kitchen as he sank into
her.  They were low and throaty, turning into a groan when he touched the
bottom of her love-hole.

   "Come on," Gemma whispered, straining, "give it to me."

   Drew withdrew, and thrust in again, gliding through her petals with
ease. The table shook, spilling the glasses of wine, toppling the corked
bottle, but Drew didn't care as Gemma's cunny clung to his hot fuck-stick.
He pushed her legs back, hooking his arms behind her knees, and grinding
his cock against her so that their pubic mounds meshed together.  He held
her by the hips, keeping her close.  Gemma grunted every time he flexed his
cock within her, his mind oblivious to the world as he thumped his wife's
sopping wet snatch with hard fuck-strokes.

   "Oh god," Gemma moaned, getting loud.  "Fuck me with that big dick. 
Punish my naughty pussy."

   "Yeah," Drew moaned.  "So fucking tight.  You like what my dick does to
your cunt, baby?"

   "You fucking bastard," Gemma groaned.  "You big fucking bastard.  Take
it.  Take my pussy.  You like it -"uh -"don't you?  God -"" Her voice broke
into a whimper with her last word.

   Drew grunted his pleasure as Gemma's pussy sucked and slurped on his
prick.  His legs vibrated as chills ran through his thighs, coaxing his
body toward one giant orgasm as his knob pushed through his wife's warm
guts.  He was finding places within her that no other man would ever touch.
She was his, and her creaming pussy belonged to his cock.

   "Fuck me, baby," Gemma whimpered.  "I'm gonna come on your big dick."

   He humped his wife faster, harder, his balls slapping against her ass as
he drilled her twat with long strokes.  She cried out, her back and neck
arching, her calves locking over his arms in an attempt to pull him deeper
into her.

   "Fuck," Drew grunted, his dick dripping with the warmth Gemma's pussy
unleashed around his manhood.  He came, fucking his prick into his wife's
depths with one hard thrust that slid the table a foot across the floor. 
His knob ground against something soft and rubbery, and he flexed his ass
and cock, digging as deep as he could into his wife's cum-dripping cunt.

   "Ugh -"fuck," Gemma grunted.

   "Baby," Drew moaned, his voice tight as his balls unleashed a river of
sperm into his wife's hole.  He pulled out, still coming, and dragging a
thick white glob of their cum from her slot.

   "I'll clean up the wine," Gemma said after they had regained their
breath.  She lay on the table, legs open, her slit exposed and glazed with
cum.  She reached out with her right foot, caressing his cheek, and then
giving him a shove.  "Wait for me upstairs.  I want to thank you with my
mouth."

   Drew stood, not bothering to put his cock away as he walked upstairs. 
The hallway split at the second-floor landing, and he could see the light
peaking from underneath his daughter's bedroom door.  He frowned, walking
to his room to wait for his wife and her loving mouth.

   Lost Journal

   "Oh, this is bad," Drew grumbled, still searching for his journal. 
"Gemma!" It wasn't the first time he shouted her name that morning.  "Bad.
Bad.  Bad."

   "I told you: I haven't seen it," Gemma yelled back from the kitchen.

   "Fuck."

   He jogged upstairs two steps at a time, using the twin banisters to
propel him upward so he could take three steps instead of two when he
neared the top.  He walked to Vanessa's door and knocked -"hard.  He would
have stormed in if she hadn't always locked her door.

   "Vanessa," he yelled.

   The door cracked open as Vanessa leaned her head out.  "What?  I need to
get dressed."

   "Have you seen my journal?" He narrowed his eyes.

   "No," Vanessa said, shaking her head side to side with short, quick
movements.  "Check your room."

   "I have."

   "Your study?"

   "Yes."

   "Car?"

   "It's not in my car," Drew said.  He took a breath.  "I brought it
inside after my last meeting, and I haven't seen it since then."

   "That was two night ago.  How could you forget about it if it's so
important to you?"

   "I don't know," Drew said. I was fucking your Mom.  She was earning her
vacation.

   "Check your car," Vanessa said, dismissive -"brattish.

   "I have.  Have you seen it?"

   "I said no, why would I lie?" Vanessa glared at him.  "The only time you
talk to me is when you need something or when you need to tell me to go
away."

   Drew grunted.  He sighed.  He sigh-grunted.

   "Leave me alone.  I'll tell you if I find it." She smiled, too sweet for
Drew's liking.  "After I read it."

   "It's private," Drew said.  Drops of sweat formed on his brow.  "Don't
open it."

   He left his daughter, rechecking his Lexus.  No good.  He found nothing.
It was nowhere, not even under the car as silly as it was to look there. 
He went back inside, finding Vanessa standing by the stairs with his
journal in her hand.  She was a wearing a short, thin, lavender robe.

   "Where'd you find it?" he asked.

   "It was in your fucking study, under your fucking desk." She thrust the
journal at him.  "I didn't read it.  The leather latch is still tied. 
See?"

   Drew didn't move.  Her language should have pissed him off, but he was
busy making sure the leather cord was together.

   "Well, come get it," Vanessa said.  She fanned it at him.  "I won't
bite, Daddy."

   He frowned but stepped forward to grab his journal.  His daughter tugged
back against his grip when he tried to pull it away.

   "Do you remember when I was younger, and I'd sit on your lap?" Vanessa
asked.  "You used tell me that I was your princess and you'd promise me I
could have anything I ever wanted from you." Vanessa tugged on his journal
again.  "When did I become too old to sit on your lap?"

   "You grew up." Drew pressed his lips together as he pulled harder on his
journal.  Vanessa let go.  "You needed to learn that you don't get to have
something just because you want it.  You have to earn it."

   "Like Mom?" Vanessa asked.

   "What?"

   "Mom said you agreed to take her to Rome for a week and Paris for
another.  Did she earn that?" There was a glint of something in his
daughter's eyes.  "She gets Rome, and I don't get a car.  Unfair."

   "Your mother went to school, and she has a career.  She doesn't earn
anything from me." Drew cleared his throat.  "We talked about it and
decided to go together."

   "Sure you did," Vanessa said.

   She jogged up the stairs while Drew examined his journal, unable to tell
if she had opened it.  He couldn't remember leaving it in his study, but he
couldn't remember where he had left it after Gemma had gotten ahold of him.

   "Dad -"Daddy?"

   He looked at his daughter, hearing an odd catch in her voice.  She was
at the top of the stairs, the hem of her robe dropping above mid-thigh.  It
hung loosely from her legs, but shadows hid his ability to see underneath.
He wasn't trying to look, but the forbidden view enticed his line sight and
the dark corners of his mind.

   "Thanks for finding it," Drew mumbled.

   "Dad," Vanessa said, her voice starting and stopping as she talked, "if
you can think of a way for me to -"earn a new car -"let me know." She
looked away for a brief moment.  "We don't have to tell Mom."

   "Sure we don't," Drew said, trying to laugh.

   "I'm serious." She bit her lower lip.  "Not just for a car, but for
anything.  I miss the old days between us.  When I could sit on your lap,
and you'd call me a princess and promise me the world." She smiled,
something sad.  "I'm willing to earn it -"however." She spun, her robe
twirling, but not too high, and she went to her room.

   A chill twisted Drew's neck and shoulders.  He'd have to be more
careful. His journal was not something to leave lying in the open.

   A Daughter's Persistence

   Tuesday night was not a night for television.  There were good shows
on; Chopped, Forged in Fire, Ink Masters, Face Off, but the new shows all
aired at the same time.  It drove Drew crazy.  Were they trying to get him
to use his On Demand subscription?  Did TV stations profit from this? 
Tuesday was a bad day for TV.

   "Has Mom left?" Vanessa's voice called from upstairs and behind him.

   Drew looked up at the ceiling, tilting his head toward the staircase,
but he couldn't see her.  "Your grandma is ill; your mother went to save
her life.  You should have gone with her."

   "I was in the shower," Vanessa said.  "You don't want me here?"

   Drew didn't answer as his daughter bounced down the staircase, once
again using heavy feet.  She took a seat in the center of the couch, a
bottle of lotion in one hand, her body covered in a short, white silk robe
that fluttered about her upper thighs.  She scooted to the edge of the
cushion, getting comfortable.

   "What are you watching?" Vanessa asked.

   Drew shrugged.  "I'm going to watch Netflix and chill.  Do want to watch
Netflix and chill with me?"

   Vanessa looked at him with an odd light in her brown eyes.  "You don't
know what that means, do you?"

   "Yes I do," Drew said.  "It means that I'm going to watch Netflix and
relax."

   Vanessa laughed at him.  "What are we going to chill to?"

   "Bojack Horseman," he said, turning on the show.  "Cartoons are more
sophisticated than I remember them being."

   "Whatever you say, Dad," Vanessa said.

   Drew lay back in his recliner.  Vanessa set the lotion on her right
side, staring forward.  The left side of her robe covered her left thigh,
but the right side lay on the outside of her leg, allowing him to
appreciate the smoothness of her skin.  Drew glanced once, looked at the
TV, and glanced again.  Linda's name buzzed in his mind.

   "Back in the nineties I was in a very famous TV Show," Drew sang, unable
to help himself.  He hummed a few lines, then sang, "And I'm trying to hold
on to my past.  It's been so long; I don't think I'm going to last."

   "Are you singing the song?" Vanessa asked.

   Drew shrugged, slinking his head between his shoulders.  Vanessa's face
was laughing at him, her smile genuine, nothing bitchy about it.  It
surprised him.

   They watched TV together.  Drew was happy to hear his daughter laugh
when he laughed.  She had been his princess, and he'd sing her the
song You Are My Sunshine before she went to bed.  He glanced at her, but
he was unable to see his princess.  He saw a young woman who had grown
reckless long before she crashed her car while under the influence.

   While flicking his eyes between his daughter and the show, Vanessa
grabbed her lotion.  The right side of her robe had opened with her
laughter, giving him a side-view of her chest, upper breast, and the inner
swell of her round mound.

   Vanessa squeezed a dollop of white cream onto her palm.  She put the
bottle to the side, rubbing her hands together after.  She extended her
right leg, and starting at her ankle; she slid her hands over her skin. 
Her fingers created comet trails across her flesh as she massaged the
lotion into her shin and calf, moving beyond her knee, and over the
muscular curves of her inner and outer thigh.  She pushed her robe further
upward and outward, and only the left half of her robe kept Drew from
seeing the treasure between his daughter's legs.

   He looked away.  Looked back, catching Vanessa looking sideways at him.

   "You don't mind, do you?" she asked.

   "Why would I?"

   "Yesterday, you gave me shit about my clothes," Vanessa said.  "I
dunno."

   He kept quiet.  Bojack was taking his once girlfriend's daughter to the
prom.  Drew had seen the show before and he knew the girl was going to try
to sleep with Bojack because foolish girls do foolish things.  Vanessa was
no longer in high school.  Had she slept with someone on prom night?

   Why do I want to know?

   Vanessa continued rubbing her thigh, holding it up at an angle to her
body as she massaged the lotion into the smooth underside.  The light from
the television reflected off her skin, causing highlights along her curves
that entranced him.  The robe still covered her inner triangle, but for how
long?

   "Did I scare you the other day?" Vanessa asked.

   Drew snapped his head up.  His daughter eyed him.  Her face: unreadable.
Had she caught him looking?

   "Scare me?"

   "Were you scared after I found your journal?"

   "No," Drew lied.

   "Were you afraid that I stole it?"

   "No," Drew said, but the thought had crossed his mind.

   "I wouldn't steal it from you." Her tone was soft, almost hurt.

   Her lotion-covered hand disappeared under the left slit of her robe,
rubbing her upper thigh without moving the cloth that protected her virtue.
Drew tried not to look, but that part of his being that he couldn't control
forced his eyes to look at the revolving hand under her robe.  She moved
her hand upward, over her stomach, and then higher, over her breast,
lotioning herself the entire time.

   Sweat dripped down the right side of Drew's face.

   "I might get a job," Vanessa said.  "So I can earn that car."

   "Good," Drew said, nodding.  "What kind of job?"

   "I was a cheerleader," Vanessa said, removing her right hand from her
under her robe.  Her left hand slipped inside; cupping her right breast. 
Stroking.  Massaging.  Feeling.  "I can still dance." She didn't elaborate,
but her tone hinted at something more . . .  sinister.

   "Well?" Drew asked, clearing his throat.  He managed to look away and
considered calling his sponsor.  His daughter didn't know what these little
things did to him.

   "I may tell you." Vanessa rolled her eyes, smiling.  "Maybe.  If I get
the job, you'll be the first to know" -"she absently caressed her breast
under her robe -""Daddy."

   "I need to make a call," Drew said, standing and walking away.

   "Daddy," Vanessa called as he entered the hallway.  "Am I still your
princess?"

   He looked back at her, into her big doe eyes.  "Of course you are." Drew
stared at his daughter as the world around her dimmed.  How long had it
been since they talked?  "You always have been."

   He left her and went to his office, unable to remember the last time
Vanessa had called him Daddy. She had used that word a few times in the
last couple of days, or maybe she always called him that and he never
noticed.  He didn't notice a lot of things about Vanessa.

   It was a struggle not to turn on his computer when he sat at his desk.
He almost called his sponsor, staring at his phone for a long time.  He
almost called Linda; her name was on the phone list for someone to talk to
when an addict felt weak.  He shivered.  His daughter should never make him
feel weak.

   He turned to his journal, flipping it open to his descriptions of
Linda's share.  He was about to tear the pages out, but his eyes fell on
the line ". . .  and then I felt his mouth between my legs for the first
time. . . ." Drew left the pages where they were.  He read what he wrote
over and over again while waiting for his wife to come home.

   All Day Long

   Drew slept in on Saturday, waking a couple of hours before noon and
finding Gemma gone, on her way to nurse her ailing mother back to health.
You'd think the spry old bitch -"lady -"was dying by the way she carried
on. Gemma would be spending some time at her mother's for a while.

   He fought his morning hard-on when he got out of bed.  He thought about
jerking off in the shower, but he decided to exercise his self-control.  He
let his stiffness shrink back to its impressive state of flaccidity and
then he went downstairs, wearing his basketball shorts and a Lycra shirt.
He came to a complete stop in his kitchen.  Vanessa was sipping a glass of
juice at the breakfast table, her plate of food nibbled at and looking like
it had gone cold some time ago.

   "Morning," Vanessa said.  She sounded annoyed.  "I thought you were
going to sleep all day."

   "It's not even noon," Drew said, and then added when his daughter
lasered her eyes on him.  "Good morning."

   He spoke low; defensive, and it was not because of his daughter's tone
or looks -"well, it was because of her looks.  His golden-bodied little
girl was wearing a bikini he would have never allowed her to wear if she
wasn't eighteen-years-old.  It was black, something fashionable, with
crisscrossing straps across her breasts, shoulders, and waistline.  The
rest was dental floss.

   Do other father's go through this? he thought as he walked to the
fridge, glancing at his daughter from behind.  The chair had a
spindled-back, and he could see his daughter's smooth cheeks pressing into
the wood of the seat, bulging outward, the floss disappearing down the
crack of her ass. I should have jerked off.

   "The sun is out," Vanessa said, not turning around.  "I'm getting some.
Maybe you should get some too.  I won't laugh at your old-man muscles."

   Drew looked through his kitchen window.  The sun shined across the white
stones surrounding his pool.  The water appeared blue, fresh, and inviting.

   "You're never around when I swim," Drew said.  He made himself a quick
breakfast of coffee and microwaved leftovers.  "I get enough sun." He
frowned.  "I have young man muscles."

   Vanessa laughed.  "I'm going to be outside.  Join me if you want to.  We
can talk."

   "Why are you friendly today?"

   "Sorry." Vanessa glared at him.  "I wanted to spend time with my dad. 
We don't talk anymore."

   "I guess we don't," Drew said.  His daughter's skin glowed with health
and the unmarred smoothness that only youth could manage.  "If it's about a
car -""

   "Let me be nice to you," Vanessa snapped.  "I'll be outside." She left
her food and drink on the table, marching through their rec room to his
left and into the backyard.

   He watched her through the window above the kitchen sink.  She didn't
look toward the kitchen as she lay down on a cushioned lounge chair.  The
table beside her held her sunglasses, a book, a towel, and a bottle of
beer.

   The little brat.

   Drew cleaned her plate from the table.  It was apparent the food had
been cold for a while.  Her glass of juice was warm.  How long had she been
sitting at the table?  He washed the dishes in the kitchen sink, looking
into the backyard as he did.  Looking at his daughter.  Her skin glistened
as if oiled; no doubt it was, done before he came downstairs.

   In his living room, he fell into his recliner with an open bottle of IPA
in his hand, and he picked up his remote with the other.  ESPNU was on TV,
and the college cheerleaders were kicking, dancing, swaying, and tumbling
on screen, their short skirts flipping upward with each shake of their
hips. He flipped to football instead, but couldn't stop himself from
hitting the channel return key.  He kept checking over his shoulder every
time he did, making sure that Vanessa wasn't behind him.

   "Why am I worried?" Drew mumbled.  "I'm not doing anything wrong." The
girls on screen were perfect, from their long muscled legs to their
matching makeup and hairstyles.  Their bloomers flashed across the screen,
hugging their round and meaty behinds tightly, and he found himself envying
the male cheerleaders holding them in place, able to look up their skirts
and -"

   He flipped the channel back to football, but he didn't stay there long.
Vanessa had been a flier.  She was tall, but her body was long and lean,
and she looked good soaring through the air or springing above the other
girls.  Her skirts always seemed too short for her, which he thought she
did on purpose.  To his eyes -"

   "Fuck," Drew muttered.  "No more fucking thinking."

   It was going to be a long day if he couldn't control his thoughts.

   An Addict's Impulses

   Drew was floating in beer.  Beer was his rocket fuel during his youth,
giving him the energy he needed to hunt for pussy and fuck it all night. 
Even before they became a couple, Gemma had been the woman he hunted for
and caught most.  Now, in his forties, beer made him tired, sluggish, and
his mind fogged like an English moor.

   He stood at his fridge, pulling his fifth IPA of the day out when he
stopped to look out the kitchen window, as he had been doing all day long.
Vanessa was out there, doing . . .  yoga?  Whatever she was doing made her
body shine with sweat.

   Too much beer, Drew thought as he stared at his one and only daughter.

   She faced away from him with her palms on the ground, as were her feet,
legs slightly spread with her butt in the air.  The bikini she wore fitted
snugly against her sex, the lips held tight by that small patch of cloth,
like a hammock bowing under too much weight.  How was his daughter still
single?

   Vanessa lifted her right leg, pointing her toe skyward, her limb
extended to its full length.  The soft pussy-bulge between her thighs
rolled with her movements.  She seemed to hold the pose forever as the sun
beat down on her straining body, warming her, making her sweat.

   "Fuck me," Drew groaned.  He hurried out of the kitchen, promising
himself, "I will not look again." He fell into his recliner and watched
college football as his cock thickened.  He tried not to think about the
uncoiling serpent in his pants that wasn't going stop until it tented his
shorts

   He guzzled his IPA until the bottle was empty.  His head swam.  He
yawned, beyond drunk.  He put the bottle next to the others, nearly
toppling every single one on to the floor.  He fell into a half-awake daze,
hearing his daughter say, "I'm going out tonight," and maybe she touched
his shoulder with something like affection as she left.

   Drew jerked awake.  The TV was off and the downstairs dim, cast in black
and gray shadows.  He didn't know how long he had been asleep, nor how long
ago Vanessa had left.  A terrible ache throbbed throughout his skull.

   He stood from his recliner, feeling the need for more sleep as he
shuffled to his room with sluggish movements.  The railing was his friend
as he headed upstairs, his legs aching and his lower back stiff from
sitting stationary for too long.

   His bedroom door was ajar and there as light reaching into the hallway.
Had Gemma come home?  She was going to give him a hard time for all the
beers he drank.  He pushed open his bedroom door and stepped inside,
gasping at what he saw.

   "Dad!" Vanessa scolded him, using the same tone he used on her when he
caught her engaging in mischief. The good ol' days. She stood nude
-"absolute -"in front of her mother's open closet.  Dresses were on the
bed, but his daughter's body held his attention, especially her big, full
breasts, capped by pale peach nipples that blended seamlessly with her tan.
Unlike his wife with her wispy blonde hairs, Vanessa's pussy was as bare as
laser-treatment could allow.

   "Well, look away," Vanessa said, shaking.

   "Why are you in your mother's closet," Drew said, turning around, his
thoughts slow.

   "I told you," Vanessa said, "I'm going out tonight.  Mom said I could
borrow her clothes."

   "They fit you?"

   "We're almost the same height," Vanessa said as if she shouldn't have to
explain.  "They're a little tight on me, and a touch short, but it makes
for a good show.  Men like a good show, don't they, Daddy?"

   "Get dressed," Drew said.  "I want to shower." He sighed, feeling the
alcohol weighing him down, but not all of him.  "I' m -"sorry for walking
in on you."

   "It's not the first time you've seen me naked."

   Drew didn't answer.  He waited, instead.

   "You can go to your shower," Vanessa said.  "I'll cover myself with a
dress while you walk by, and I'll be out before you finish."

   The sigh that hissed from his throat was low, and heavy with
frustration. He turned, keeping his head down as he walked through his
room. Vanessa laughed -"at him? -"probably.  He took a cold shower that
made him shiver, but it shocked his mind out of his inebriation for the
duration of his cleansing.  The cold kept him from jerking off to things he
did not want to jerk off too, things his drunkenness made it easy to
accept. His daughter had left by the time he returned to his room.

   The first thing he saw was his wife's clothing on the bed.  Vanessa had
to leave a mess behind, didn't she?  He picked up several dresses, and his
heart stopped as they uncovered several small pairs of silk panties meant
to blend seamlessly with the dress worn over them.  Had Vanessa tried them
on?  His cock lurched upward.

   Why had he thought that?  Where was his wife?  When would she be home?
His cock grew to full mast while his thoughts ran wild.  There was a
battering ram in his pants, and he needed a pussy to hammer it through.

   As he thought this, he noticed his phone's blinking touchscreen.  He
checked it, finding a text from his daughter that read, Sorry for leaving
the clothes out, but I had to run.  Put them away for me?  Please?  And can
you put the panties in the hamper, I tried them on.  Love you, Daddy,
bye. Several emojis followed, and then a picture: His daughter in a
crimson dress that was too small for her, blowing him a kiss.

   Drew dropped his phone, and it landed on the floor with a heavy thunk.

   A daze swept over his mind as he hung his wife's dresses back in her
closet.  It took him many minutes to finally pick up the panties, but
instead of walking them to the hamper, he held them before his eyes,
crumpling them in his fist.  They felt wet -"no, damp -"no wet.  They felt
wet.

   His heartbeat echoed through the hollow of his skull, drilling his brain
with sonic, ringed pulses.  A chill danced electric over his bones, buzzing
through the layers of his flesh and standing his hairs on end.  His mouth
went dry as he brought the panties closer to his face, under his flaring
nostrils, where he could smell them. My wife's panties.  Worn by and wet
because of -"my daughter. He breathed in.  The intoxicating scent like
thick vanilla cream flavored with fresh peaches, and it sunk into him and
would not go away.

   Drew's cock was rock hard by the time he withdrew his daughter's aroma
from beneath his nose.  He worked his mouth for moisture as sweat beaded
his brow, his shoulders, and his palms.  He sat on his bed, holding the
panties in his right hand, and waited for his wife's return.

   Gemma Gets a Fucking

   Drew headed downstairs when he heard his wife's car pull into the
driveway.  She was closing the front door by the time he reached the
first-floor landing, his cock bobbing with menace and his balls filled with
a painful ache.  He had stayed away from porn, money-wasting websites, and
hotlines, and now he needed sex.

   "Hello," Gemma said, staring at his naked body.

   The shadows stretching across the downstairs did nothing to hide him or
his erection.  He looked like a granite statue come to life under the
light. He reached his wife in three long steps, wrapping his arms around
her, kissing her, forcing her to drop her keys and her purse to the floor
with a loud clatter.

   "Mm, mm, mm," Gemma moaned against his mouth.

   They collided with the door, rattling the frame as Drew ran his hands
over Gemma's sides, through her long hair, over her jeans and ass, trying
to push her pants down her legs.  The closeness of their bodies made it
impossible for the moment.

   Gemma returned his kisses, palming his cheeks, and fighting his need to
smash his lips hard against hers.  They slid down the door, his grunts and
her moans filling the air with a rough chorus of music.  They lay flat with
Drew straddling her thighs.  He undid her belt, and the fasteners of her
jeans, all in a rush, tugging hard enough to make his wife gasp.  He felt
wild -"animal -"driven by alcohol and lust and his ball's ache for release.

   Gemma grunted as Drew yanked her pants from her body.  Her butt lifted
off the floor, as did her legs.  She pedaled her feet, flinging her shoes,
jeans, and panties aside.  Drew cupped her hairy pussy, and squeezed her
soft folds, rubbing her fast, but not hard, finding her wet -"likely from
the text he sent: We're going to fuck when you get home. Had she played
with herself while driving, knowing that she couldn't say no to him?

   "Uh, uh, uh," Gemma moaned when he pumped his fingers through her
slippery heat.

   Still on his knees, Drew pulled his wife's lower body upward, balancing
her on her shoulders as he pressed his mouth against the slope of her
mound. Her thighs lay on either side of his head, feet in the air.  He
feasted on her pussy, licking her loving hole with long strokes and
reaching into the creamy gap to lap at her inner treasures.  He grabbed her
small tits, squeezing hard as her sweet-smelling, wet and ready cunt
muffled his grunts.  Gemma moaned, sounding desperate.

   His face from the nose down was slick with pussy juice when he lowered
Gemma to the floor.  He crawled between her legs and pushed them further
apart with his shifting hips.  "Come here," he gasped, fisting his cock
between her furry lips and finding her soft slit.  He thrust his knob into
her, inching his way through her slickness and groaning as her silky
insides kissed his girth.

   "Uh-umm," Gemma moaned, her back arching.

   Drew lay atop her.  He wrapped his arms under her shoulders while
pumping his hips and fucking his cock into his wife's skinny body.  He tore
her blouse's collar.  The buttons went flying in a series of clip-clap
sounds as they scattered about the floor.  He filled his right hand with
her little tits, one at a time as his cock-thrusts drove her body across
the floor until they spilled into the living room.

   Slap -"slap -"slap, Drew's slammed his balls against Gemma's butt.  He
rose to his knees, folding his wife's legs back until her thighs touched
her breasts.  Gemma wrapped her arms around her hamstrings, holding her
legs protectively against her chest in the way school girls do their books.

   "Stay there," Drew growled, squatting above his wife.  He rubbed his
cock along the length of her bulging pussy lips, squished together by her
thighs.  He pushed his knob through her outer lips, which were swelling
over her inner, found her wet hole, and sank his cock into her cunny with
one long stroke.

   "Jesus," Gemma whimpered, helpless.  "Fuck, Drew, fuck-fuck-fuck."

   Drew listened to his wife.  He fucked his big dick into her slot like a
jackrabbit.  Her pussy-cream covered the length of his thickness, and wet
sounds echoed throughout the living room as he slished and sloshed his
prick through Gemma's frothy hole.  He thumbed her clit, forcing whimpers
from her throat.  He was close to coming.  He needed to come.  He wanted to
come.  His throbbing cock pulsed with pleasure, causing his shaft to strain
with the effort to reach its release.  And then he came, gushing several
thick ropes of cum into his wife's glistening pussy.

   "Oh, fuck, Drew," Gemma cried, coming, her cunt clinging to his shaft.

   They were panting when his prick slipped from her pussy.  Gemma stood,
her legs unsteady, and she wobbled upstairs naked from the waist down with
cum dripping from her snatch.  She tossed her blouse over the rail halfway
up.  Drew followed, chasing her to their room, where he caught her by the
hips as she crawled onto their bed.  He lowered his mouth to her pussy and
licked her, tasting their blended cream as it stuck to her hairs.  His cock
grew erect, never having gone completely soft, and he fucked her again, not
stopping until he made a mess of his wife's pussy.

   Drew took his wife's cunny one more time that night, while she lay on
her side as he straddled her right leg with her left braced against his
body, splitting her open.  He watched his cock slip in and out of her
snatch as he took his time to reach his orgasm.  He filled his palms with
her tits and her ass, and he played with the little jewel of her clit,
making her whimper and sob.  She glared at him while Drew wiggled his
middle finger into her butt, but once he popped through her tight anal
ring, she came, and he emptied his balls of more cum than he thought
possible.

   Later, in bed, his exhausted wife said, "We aren't going back to the old
days, no matter how much I love the way you fuck me.  Whatever got into you
tonight -"get ahold of it.  No more wild and reckless sex.  No more
parties, strippers, threesomes.  No more -""

   "I promise," Drew said.  "This is as far as it will go.  You and me."

   "You know I love you, but that life. . . ." she trailed off, shaking her
head.

   Drew took his wife's hand and squeezed.  Later, he took a long shower,
doing his best to get his mind right as he washed himself clean.

   Linda

   "Why are we meeting at the IHOP."

   "After meeting pancakes." Drew smiled, then shrugged.  "My wife is at
her mother's -""

   "We're not fucking," Linda said, her tone gentle, but firm.  "If this
were the past, I'd have had you in a heartbeat, but that's not me anymore.
No matter how tempting you are."

   "What?" Drew asked.  "Oh.  Oh no!  It's not that at all.  I don't cheat
on my wife."

   "You've never had sex with another woman while married?"

   "I have," Drew said, frowning.  "But threesomes and sometimes she
watched."

   "At whose insistence?"

   "If that's cheating, then -"" Drew shrugged, cutting himself off.  "I've
never forced my wife to do anything."

   "Then what do you want to talk about?" Linda's eyes, coupled with her
smile, said she had an idea of what he was thinking.

   "I want to ask you about your" -"Drew took a deep breath -""father." Did
all men ask her about this?

   Drew concentrated on his pancakes as Linda's eyes dissected him. You're
an ant under the glass Drew, deal with it.

   "You have a daughter," Linda said.  A statement.

   "I do." Drew cleared his throat.  "I would never approach her.  Ever."

   "But you didn't say, 'I would never sleep with her.'" Linda shook her
head, wearing a smile that made Drew feel devious.  "You shouldn't
approach, either.  We are hypersexual to the point that it can cause
problems in our lives.  There are some problems you don't want and that
your daughter doesn't need."

   "I didn't say -""

   "I seduced my family," Linda continued.  "There is some regret, but the
positives outweighed the negatives -"in my case.  I still have a
relationship with my father, but I wouldn't advise anyone to attempt
incest."

   Drew nodded, tilting his head, and rolling his eyes.

   Linda took his right hand in hers.  "But, if your daughter approaches
you" -"she smiled something wicked -""who am I to say you can't nibble from
the forbidden peach."

   "What the fuck kind of advice is that?" Drew asked after a moment of
looking into Linda's eyes.

   "I'm joking." Linda laughed.  "Let's eat these pancakes that you're
paying for and share some of our most deviant stories."

   Alone with Vanessa

   Vanessa was in the living room when Drew stepped through his front door
late in the night.  She wore Lycra shorts and a sports bra, the arm and leg
holes pinching her skin.

   "About time," Vanessa said.  She was sitting on her yoga mat with her
legs spread in a wide V.  She had moved the coffee table out of the way. 
"I was about to throw a party."

   "I was at a meeting, IHOP after," Drew said.

   "You didn't bring me anything?" Vanessa asked with false hurt.  "What do
you talk about at your meetings?"

   "Nothing," Drew said.

   Youtube played on his smart TV.  A cheerleader competition tumbled
across the screen.  Drew glanced at it, and then at his daughter, trying
not to look between her open legs as she leaned back on her palms.  Her
shorts hugged her crotch.  Her long stomach muscles rippled, clearly
defined, but not overly cut.  She had not gained any softness in the past
half-year since her high school graduation.

   "Can you help me stretch?" Vanessa asked.  "My hammies are tight."

   "Thinking of cheerleading again?" Drew hung his coat in the foyer
closet.

   "No," Vanessa said, "but I'm thinking of dancing again -"for a new job."

   "What kind of job requires dancing?"

   "I'll tell you later if you help me stretch."

   "It's good you're looking for a job." Drew nodded his head.  "I'm proud
of you."

   "Yeah, I got to earn that car, Daddy," Vanessa said, her voice fading
at the end.

   "What do you need me to do?" Drew asked as he stepped into the living
room, doing his best to ignore the strange tone she had used to address
him.

   "Push on my back as I lean forward."

   She bent at the waist toward her left foot.  She folded her body in half
without strain.  He wasn't sure why he was helping, but he put his hands on
his daughter's strong shoulders and pushed.

   "Oh, that's it," Vanessa moaned.  "The stretch is so good.  Harder,
Daddy, yeah, that's it."

   Drew swallowed.  He sank to his knees behind her.  Her skin warmed his
hands, and the lotion covering her made his fingers want to glide across
her flesh.  Her sports bra was a white band with crisscrossing straps
around her neck that left much of her skin exposed.

   Vanessa switched to her other foot, her body sliding with a serpent's
grace, her wiry muscles shifting under Drew's fingers.  Something
instinctual compelled him to rub his thumbs across the coils of muscle
beneath his daughter's skin.

   She twisted her body back to center, stretching her hands forward
between her legs.  "Push," she whispered, straining the word.  Drew would
have to lean over his daughter's body to keep his hands on her shoulders,
so he lowered them, sliding his fingers between her shoulder blades and
fanning them across the middle of her back.

   "Ooh," Vanessa moaned.  "Rub my lower back."

   I shouldn't, Drew wanted to say, but how to explain the reason
why? Because your skin is like layered silk. He pressed his fingertips
against his daughter's lower back, furling and unfurling his fingers,
spreading them like dragon wings.  His hands looked huge against her frame.

   "Lower," Vanessa grunted.  "My -"ooh -"tailbone." She moaned.  "Just
above my butt."

   "Okay," Drew said, barely keeping a tremor from his voice.  He moved his
fingers lower.  Time slowed, every millimeter of his daughter's glistening
skin sent shocks through his arms and to his heart.

   "Keep rubbing me there," Vanessa cooed and whispered, "Daddy," at the
end.

   Touching his daughter's barely-legal body had caused Drew's cock to
thicken.  His thoughts became taboo, with Linda's voice sharing some of her
daddy-daughter stories from less than an hour earlier.

   "Are we done?" Drew asked, voice hoarse.

   "You in a hurry?"

   "I have to write in my journal."

   "Your -"oh, that's so good on my back -"mysterious journal." Vanessa
unrolled her body, getting back to a sitting position.  She looked at him
over her shoulder and shrugged as if saying, Whatever, if you don't care
about me, go. "Could you help with one more stretch?"

   "Sure."

   "Stand," Vanessa said.

   Drew stood.  Vanessa slid her body down her mat, lying flat.  Her
stomach rolled like a wave as she breathed, her lean lines more defined
than before, her lower ribcage visible.

   "I'm going to pull my leg back," Vanessa said, "and I want you to put
your shoulder against my calf and push.  Just bend my leg as far back as
you can.  Don't worry; I'll stretch under your pressure, Daddy.  I
promise."

   "I have to do what?"

   "Put your shoulder to the back of my leg and push." Vanessa rolled her
eyes.  "Like you're going to lie on top of me, but don't, unless
you want to crush me."

   Drew pictured what he was supposed to do.  "Why don't I grab your ankle
and pull back?  I can do it from the side."

   "No," Vanessa said.  "Your body gives me something to brace myself
against.  It's what I'm used to."

   That didn't make much sense to Drew, but he'd never stretched like this
before, so what did he know?

   Vanessa snapped, "Just fucking do it.  What are you afraid of?"

   "Nothing," Drew snapped back.

   He dropped to his knees in front of her feet and bent forward.  He did
this quick, trying to keep his bulging -"but not tented -"pants from his
daughter's eyes.  Vanessa lifted her left foot and grabbed her ankle,
pulling her leg toward her breast with ease.

   "Well," she said, looking at him.

   Drew put his shoulder to her calf and pushed, his body bending over
hers.

   "Uh," Vanessa moaned.  "Yeah, keep -"ah -"going." She moaned again. 
"I'm tight.  Really tight.  Can you feel how tight I am?"

   Drew continued moving forward, spreading his feet for balance and
planting his palms on either side of his daughter's shoulders.  He hovered
over her, his arms and thighs straining to keep his body from touching his
daughter's.

   "That's it, Daddy," Vanessa sighed, eyes closed, her breathing deep and
even.  "Stretch me -"mm, yeah."

   Drew closed his eyes.  He refused to look at the sensuality that painted
his daughter's face.  Head down, he opened his eyes, and he had a clear
view down his daughter's body through the valley that separated her
breasts, the dip that cut between her abdominal muscles, and the prominent
slope of her mound.  Her Lycra shorts hugged her muff hard enough to make
her outer lips bulge.

   "Go deep," Vanessa whispered.  "Make me take it."

   Drew bent his arms like he was doing a push-up down into a plank, going
as low as he could without touching his daughter.  Listening to her pant
and watching her breasts rise and fall caused his cock to harden to full
size.

   "Shit," Drew said, gritting his teeth.  He fell to the side.  "Cramp,"
he lied.  He stood and rushed to his office, faking a hobble.

   "Dad," Vanessa yelled at him.  "Daddy?"

   He ignored her.  He ran to his office, closing the door, and falling
into the chair at his desk.  He pulled his journal from his desk drawer. 
He needed to write down his thoughts -"all of them -"especially the ones he
feared to admit.  He wanted them in the open where he could confront them
and get them out of his mind.

   Placing the journal on his desk, he saw something that halted his
breathing.  In the drawer, there was a single blonde hair as fine as
sun-baked straw.  He picked it up between his thumb and forefinger, holding
the strand before his eyes.  It was longer than Gemma's hair.  He smelled
it and then laid it across his journal.

   Had Vanessa read his journal?  Was the hair from when she found it
-"under his desk?  Maybe the hair had fallen from his arm, transferred from
her head to him while helping her stretch.  Behind him on his bookshelf sat
a bottle of expensive whiskey.  He poured himself a shot -" downed it
-"poured another that filled his rocks glass to the size of a triple. I'll
be in AA soon. He sat and sipped his drink while he thought.

   He drank two-thirds of the amber liquor before a soft knock shook his
office door.  He looked up, looking through the door, thinking, At least
she knocked.

   "I'm coming in," Vanessa said loud enough to breach the door's
thickness. The door swung open without a whisper.  Vanessa stepped inside.
She had pulled her hair into a thick ponytail, and her clothing was the
same as before, but she had added cosmetics to her face, making her shine
like a star against the backdrop of night.

   "Playing with the secrets in your journal?" Vanessa asked.  Her eyes had
a glaze to them as if she had been drinking too.

   "I don't play with my secrets," Drew said.  "I found something on it."
He lifted the hair he had laid on the cover.

   "Oh." Vanessa sighed.  "That's mine." Her crimson lips bloomed into a
smile.  "I read your words and your secrets.  I know that you play
with something when you open your journal."

   The darkness in the study clouded over everything save his daughter. 
She began to glow with an inner flame.  Drew's head throbbed.  The room
felt heavy, and everything but his daughter became a blur.

   "I thought you'd never steal it," Drew said.

   "I didn't steal it." Vanessa leaned against the doorframe with her
profile to him.  She looked down at her breasts.  "They're
nice. Playboy nice, don't you think?"

   Drew's worked his lips, but said nothing.

   "Is this why you stopped being a father to me?" she asked, cupping the
sides of her round breasts.  "Because" -"she licked her tongue over her
lips -""they got too nice for a man like you to ignore?"

   "Vanessa," Drew said -"sighed -"pleaded.  He had never put so much
emotion into one word.

   "I think I found the right job for a girl like me." Vanessa walked to
his shelf, turning her back to him.  Her butt stood out, curved and
compact, round and toned, the sides dipping in with that taut, muscular cut
that fitness models spent years developing.  "It involves dancing." She
picked up his bottle of whiskey and twisted her body toward him, making her
muscles tense.  She walked to him and refilled his glass to the top. 
"Dancing for men." She put the whiskey on his desk.  "Drink."

   "Dancing?" Drew asked.  "Stripping?" A fog of liquor had trapped his
thoughts.

   "Stripping," Vanessa whispered.  "Taking off my clothes." She cupped her
breasts again.  They were bigger than her hands could hold, but not too big
for his.  "Lap dancing.  I can be a princess again, for any man who wants
me on their lap.  Men will pay me good money to sit in their laps, won't
they?" She let go of her breasts.  "I can have a daddy again."

   "Don't," Drew said, but didn't know how to follow that word.

   His daughter smiled and left his office.  "Come, watch me dance," she
called, her voice fading ghost-like as she walked away.  "You used to . . .
when I was a cheerleader."

   Drew let her disappear and eyed his whiskey, turning the heavy drink in
his hand, but not spilling the swaying liquid.  It was a lot of whiskey. 
He thought of calling his sponsor.  He thought of calling Linda.  He
thought of calling his wife.  He thought of writing in his journal.  Each
thought compelled him to act, but his body refused to move.  He thought,
and he thought, and then he drank his whiskey.

   Vanessa

   Drew didn't get up until he emptied his glass.  His errant erection
ignored his pitiful pleas to soften, and a weight sat on his chest, making
it hard to breathe.  He stumbled down the hallway, listening to the music
that his daughter had put on.  His breath came back to him once he reached
his living room, but maybe that had something to do with the unspoken
choice he had made during his walk down the hallway.

   Vanessa's had her back to him.  Her hips were swaying, left to right,
back again, gliding in a smooth pendulum motion.  Her clothing hugged her
like a second layer of skin.  With her legs slightly spread, he could see
how the bottom of her cheeks flowed outward, opening a passageway to a
small valley leading to her pussy, which was cupped tenderly and outlined
perfectly beneath her shorts.

   "Vanessa," Drew said a touch louder than the mysterious, almost
sinister, music his daughter had chosen.  He recognized the tune as Living
on a Thin Line, by the Kinks.  There were no words, it was strictly
instrumental, and the sound wrapped around her body as she moved.

   Vanessa turned, rolling her hips and stomach in an S like motion with
eerie fluidity.  She smiled, her eyes slitted and glazed -"focused.

   "Sit," she instructed.

   Drew sat in the middle of his couch, sinking into the soft leather, and
doing his best to relax.  His dick stood fully erect, tenting his pants. 
There was no hiding it.  He didn't want to hide it.  Somewhere, through the
fog of alcohol, something or someone or both was telling him that this was
wrong.  He didn't care.

   Vanessa continued dancing, dipping low; her hips swaying, swinging,
turning sideways to him as she pretended to ride a pony with her arms
forward.  She looked at him from across her right shoulder.  Her body moved
closer to his with each passing moment, ever turning, twisting, never too
fast, never too slow, while her eyes never broke contact with his.

   She stopped moving forward when she was in front of him, using her
barefoot to push his legs apart.  She looked down at him, running her hands
down her sides, and then up her stomach, under breasts, cupping them, and
pushing them together.

   Drew moaned as the Kinks sang softly within his head. Living on a thin
line, tell me now, what are we supposed to do. Why was Vanessa doing this
to him?

   His daughter's smile deepened.  She turned, moving between his legs,
shaking her pretty ass in front of him as she bounced on her heels.  Her
fingers played with the waistband of her shorts, and she rolled her hips,
teasing her butt backward while looking over shoulder.  She swung her butt
to either side while bending her knees and then slowly, very slowly, she
worked her shorts down her hips, rolling each side down with every sway of
her butt.  Beneath, she wore a thin black G-string that was too small to
hide the rim of her asshole or the outer, thicker lips of golden labia.

   "Do you like that, Daddy?" Vanessa asked.

   She turned, facing him and crossing her arms over her breasts as she
did. She took her sports bra in each hand and lifted, her stomach rippling
with her movements.  Her breasts came free, bobbing tightly against her
chest.  Her thick, peach-colored nipples stood out rock-hard and proud,
happy to show themselves off to their father.

   "I know you like it," Vanessa whispered.  She stepped onto the couch,
standing over him.  "I read your journal." She turned her hips and lowered
her body, straddling his lap so that his cock poked against her small
opening.

   Drew moaned as his daughter's softness crushed his spongy knob and her
lips parted against his tented pants.

   Vanessa made a soft sound low in her throat.  "I know what you did in
those strips clubs with Mom." She balanced her hands on his shoulders.  "I
know what you did with some of my cheerleading friends while I slept and
they didn't.  They were so young."

   "That wasn't -""

   "Shh." She put a finger to his lips.  "I want to earn that car.  I want
to be your princess again."

   His daughter swiveled her hips, riding the tip of his dick through his
jeans, her heat seeping through his clothing to envelop his throbbing head.
Drew moaned.  He begged, "Forgive me," to his Higher Power, who had
abandoned him.

   "It's okay," Vanessa said into his ear.  She ground her panty-covered
twat against his cock.  "I know what you need.  I know what you like.  I
know how we can be close again."

   Drew groaned as his daughter's undulations ground her soft pussy against
the crown of his cock.  He clenched his ass cheeks and drove his prick
harder against his daughter's teenage muff.

   "Mom bargains with you." Vanessa's hot breath rolled over his skin.  "I
can too." She licked his ear.

   "God, Vanessa," Drew said, the words coming out in one long breath.  His
hands found her hips, her warm skin filling his fingers, and he pulled her
down as he forced his crotch into hers.

   "That's it, Daddy," Vanessa purred, kissing his jawline.  "I know what
you want.  I know what I want." She kissed his cheek -"licked him.  "I want
to earn it." Her lips touched his, and she repeated the words.  "I want to
earn it."

   Drew's lips glided against his daughter's in a smooth connection that
trapped their heat as their mouths melded together.  She opened her lips,
and Drew followed, swallowing her wet tongue as she rocked her hips and
ground her pussy against his tented jeans with calculated finesse.

   "I can earn it, Daddy," Vanessa moaned and licked his lips.  "You can
make me earn it."

   "Vanessa," Drew pleaded even as he turned his butt in circles under his
daughter's cunny.  He closed his eyes, kissing and tasting her, his flesh,
his blood -"a young woman made in his image.  Her hand reached between
their bodies and that vaguely registered in his mind.  She fought his belt,
buttons, and zipper, reaching inside and closing her fingers around the
base of his cock.

   "I know what you've done," Vanessa moaned into his mouth, kissing and
whispering and making soft "mm" noises.  "Your secrets made me wetter than
anyone has ever made me."

   She freed his cock and jerked the stiff member once from the base to the
tip before trapping it between her legs.  She sat her panty-clad pussy down
on his shaft, her slippery juices drenching her G-string- and his knob.

   "Daddy," she whimpered.  "We're not so different.  I need sex, too.  We
can help each other.  We can be close again."

   Drew was close to coming and they had hardly started.  His daughter was
so fucking hot between her legs, and she was sliding her pulpy lips over
his shaft like a teenage-fantasy come true.  She humped her hips forward in
long rolling strokes while her big tits rubbed against his chest, their
firmness making their jiggle tight and compact.

   "Do you love your princess, Daddy?" Vanessa teased.  "Don't you want to
play with her?" She kissed him near his ear.  "I'm old enough to play with,
now." She licked his ear.  "But you could have played with me even when I
wasn't."

   "Oh, god," Drew moaned, grabbing his daughter's ass.  Her muscles fought
his fingers, then yielded, just enough to give him some meat to hold onto.
Once her warm, taboo flesh filled his hands, he came, unable to stop
himself.  His thighs shook, his ass lifted into the air, and his cock poked
at her pussy.  Drew clenched his eyes shut as he spurted his cum against
the panty-covered lips of his daughter's pussy.

   "Your cum is hot," Vanessa said.  She lifted her weight from his lap. 
"Bad Daddy.  Naughty Daddy, for coming on your daughter like that."

   Drew listened as she walked away.  He was panting.  He opened his eyes,
feeling tears trying to gather even as his cock stayed hard.

   "Daddy," Vanessa said from somewhere behind him.  "I'm going to bed, but
you can tuck me in like you used to, and more.  My door will always be open
for you from now on."

   The Addiction Takes Over

   Drew walked upstairs with his hard-on leading the way.  He stopped on
the landing, looking toward his room and then his daughter's.  Her door was
open at an angle, bathed in gray.  He stepped toward her room and shed his
shirt, then his shoes, then his socks and pants, briefs -"naked by the time
he reached the threshold to her room.

   "Vanessa," he said in a voice heavy with alcohol, but without a slur.

   His daughter didn't answer.  Light from her open window streamed onto
her nude body, casting her in a bluish-silver glow.  Vanessa was staring at
him, lying on her right side with her upper leg bent, the knee touching the
bed.

   "Daddy, you have a big dick," Vanessa said, her voice blunt and
accusing.

   Drew crossed the distance between them, stopping at the foot of the bed.
He grabbed her feet and turned her onto her back and spread her legs wide.
Vanessa smiled at him.  He ran his hands up her long, silky legs.  He felt
the goosebumps rise across her flesh, and he crawled between her legs as
his hands continued moving upward.

   With a slow, agonizing prolongment, Drew lowered his lips and kissed his
daughter's inner thigh.  Vanessa sighed, creating a wispy sound as her foot
slid over her comforter.  He licked his daughter's thighs, switching
between them as he moved higher.  Her legs trembled.  The scent of her
pussy filled the air, exploding like pollen from a flower into the sky, the
fragrance making his mouth water.

   Drew concentrated his sight on his daughter's perfect pussy.  She was
smooth, tanned like a peach, and her lips were slightly open and the inner
meat bright pink.  Her vertical seam glistened with a line of dew.  He
pushed his daughter's thighs up and back, and she opened them like the
pages of a naughty magazine.  He laid his right forefinger against her
slit, letting her juices soak his skin and then he turned it against her
wetness, spreading her lips open.

   "Mm," Vanessa moaned.

   His finger stopped beneath his daughter's swollen jewel, thick and
throbbing and wet with lust.  It was his proof that his daughter was
enjoying this beyond her desire for the luxuries she craved.  Drew moaned
and pressed his tongue against his daughter's cunny.  Her folds pushed
inward under the pressure of his tongue, and he licked upwards through her
pink butterfly.

   "Nuh, Daddy," Vanessa sighed.  Her fingers grasped at his hair, and she
pumped her hips upward, lifting her pretty peach to his mouth.

   He spread his daughter's inner labia with his left fingers and pushed
his middle finger between her cleft, entering her tunnel and moaning as her
warmth embraced him.  She was soft, liked baked velvet, and dripping with
oil.  Her tight muscles pulled and sucked on his finger as he pumped her
wet hole with a father's love.

   "Uh, yeah," Vanessa panted.  She pulled his head against her glistening
pearl.  "Mm."

   His lips fastened to her nub and the slope of her mound.  He licked his
daughter from the top of her slash to the start of her hood, and she
jumped, humping her butt from the bed and taking his head for a hard ride.
He kissed her lips, licking around his pussy-pumping finger as he rubbed
her inner walls with twisting and curling strokes.  One finger became two,
making his daughter purr.

   "You like that, Daddy?" Vanessa asked, breathless.  "You like munching
on your daughter's pussy?"

   Drew groaned into his daughter's mouthwatering muff.  He rocked her clit
from side to side with his tongue while giving her a two-fingered
pussy-fuck.  He wanted her to cum on his tongue so he could taste her
juices forever.

   "I'm going to come, Daddy -"I'm gonna come -"oh!"

   Vanessa rode his face, sliding her cunny up and down with wild and
uncontrolled motions.  Drew fastened his mouth to her soft shell and let
her high-pitched whimpers guide his fingers and tongue over her
pleasure-buttons.  She came, crying out, her wetness flooding his mouth,
tasting pure and perfect as he drank from her dripping hole.

   "Oh fuck, you fucking pussy licker," Vanessa moaned, crossing her legs
behind his neck and resting her heels on his back.

   He nibbled on his daughter's twat until she released him.  Small spasms
shook her.  Drew crawled up her body, stopping to suck on her tits.  Her
rough nipples scored his tongue, and he nibbled on them like they were
candy, sucking them upward from her breasts and pulling them with his lips
while he squeezed them within his big hands.

   He moved higher, kissing her and she wrapped her arms around his neck,
pulling his mouth against hers.  She licked his lips and sucked his tongue,
stealing the sinful flavor of her twat from his mouth.

   "You gonna fuck me, huh?" Vanessa asked.  "You gonna make me earn my
car?"

   Drew mashed his mouth against hers.  His cock lay between them, the head
resting on her bare mound while her breasts absorbed the weight of his
chest as he sank into her body.

   "Are you going to make me earn it?" Vanessa asked, digging her
fingernails into flesh as she grabbed his ass cheeks.  "Say it, Daddy. 
Tell your daughter what to do."

   "Yes," Drew growled.  "I'm going to make you fucking earn it."

   "Then do it.  Give me that Daddy dick."

   He rose, balancing on his left arm as he grabbed his cock with his
right, bringing his knob to his daughter's wet slash.  Rubbing his head
through her lips; an electric pulse tightened his balls.  Drew clenched his
ass cheeks.  He fought not to come as he eased his cream-covered crown past
his daughter's lips until he settled within her opening.

   "Fuck," Drew groaned.  He pushed deeper into his daughter's pink
tenderness.

   "Uh," Vanessa grunted.  "You're thick." She brought her knees up
alongside her father's hips while her fingers clawed at his butt.  "So
-"fucking -"big.  Ungh."

   Drew would never get tired of hearing those words and they drove him to
pump his hips harder, his ass to lift higher, and his thrusts to reach
deeper into the creamy channel between his daughter's long legs until she
had no more hole to fill.

   "God, Dad," Vanessa whimpered.  "You've hit virgin pussy down there. 
God, that's good."

   "Baby," Drew moaned as her soft guts embraced his cock.

   "No," Vanessa said, brattish and pouty.  "Mom is 'baby.' I'm your
princess."

   "Princess," Drew moaned, pulling back and humping forward into his
daughter's silky tunnel.

   "Yes," she moaned.  "I'm your princess -"mm -"I'm your pussy."

   Drew rolled his cock into his daughter's body again.  The wet warmth
slicking her vaginal canal made it easier for his throbbing member to find
a home.  She was panting, and his breath matched hers.  He held her under
her shoulders, riding her teen twat with deep strokes that stretched her
tiny pussy to its limits.

   "You big fucker," Vanessa grunted every time he touched the back of her
cunt.  "How does -"uh -"Mom handle your dick?"

   "Princess, the fucking things you say to your father," Drew said and he
kissed her.  His come was building.  His balls tingled.  The surface of his
skin was alive with an energy that tortured his senses.  His daughter was
bathing him with her heat, her horny slot slurping at him with manic
intensity.  He couldn't take it much longer.  She bit her lower lip,
whimpering, glaring at him in disbelief and begging for the mercy of
release.  Her eyes dared him to pump her cunny faster -"so he did.

   "So bad," Vanessa panted into his ear.  "You're so fucking nasty for
fucking me like this." Their bodies rocked, the bed shook, and Vanessa's
words were all Drew could hear.  Her pussy was all he could feel.

   "Oh fuck, princess," Drew grunted as his balls let loose burst after
burst of cum, a torrent of bliss that tightened his entire body.  His
muscles strained, and he turned his head to the side, roaring a guttural
sound reminiscent of a wild animal.

   His daughter locked her heels around his hamstrings and threw her pussy
at his dick, taking him in and sliding off, never releasing his spurting
knob from between her lips.  He filled her insides with his white-hot load
as his cock pulsated within her.

   "Gimme," Vanessa whimpered, "gimme that cream.  Gimme, gimme, gimme -"oh
fuck, I'm coming, Daddy." She whimpered.  "You' re -"fuck -"making your
daughter come!"

   Drew gritted his teeth as his daughter's cunny convulsed around his
prick.  She dripped honey from her silky opening for the second time that
night.  They held each other and panted together until he slid his
cum-covered cock from his daughter's softness and lay beside her.

   "Sleep with me tonight," Vanessa said.  "Hold me." She stroked his
member and never let him soften.  "Look, your dick likes me."

   "Loves," Drew said.

   "Loves," Vanessa teased.  "your dick loves your daughter's pussy." She
stroked him faster as her grip tightened.  "What kind of father loves his
daughter's pussy?"

   "I'll show you."

   He turned onto his side and sucked on her left nipple while he palmed
her between her legs.  His daughter moaned, and he rolled her onto her
stomach and pulled her to his knees, bringing her ass into the air.  He
fisted his dick to his daughter's cunt, pushing into her tender wetness
from behind.

   "Oh-uh," Vanessa grunted.

   "Your pussy is so fucking hot," Drew said as he pumped her.

   "That's because you're fucking me," Vanessa moaned into the bed.  "Do
daddies always fuck their daughters so good?"

   Drew ran his hand over her back, grabbed her neck, and squeezed.  Her
pussy pulsed around his shaft as he pushed all the way into her snatch,
locking his hips against his daughter's ass.  Vanessa whimpered and pushed
harder against her cunt.

   "Oh, Daddy," Vanessa sighed.  She stretched forward like a cat, her
breasts swinging as he hammered his prick into her silky hole.

   "You used to spank me," Vanessa whispered.  "Spank me again, Daddy. 
I've been a bad princess."

   Drew lifted his right hand and brought it down, the slap loud in the
room as his palm stung his daughter's behind.

   "Sss," Vanessa hissed, sucking in her breath.  She fucked her butt
backward and swallowed the length of his hardness with a corkscrew motion.
Her slippery depths engulfed him, cooked him, soothing his stiffness in the
golden-glow of her inner oven.  He spanked her again.  Hard.

   "Ooh, Daddy," Vanessa whimpered.  "Gimme that dick."

   "Yeah," Drew said, giving his daughter's butt another spank.

   "Harder," Vanessa gasped.  "Fuck your daughter harder."

   "You sexy bitch," Drew grunted, grabbing her hips and jackhammering his
cock in and out of her sloppy-wet hole.  His balls slapped against her clit
every time his hips touched her cheeks, and the sticky-wet sounds her juicy
cunny made with each thrust made his asshole tingle.

   Vanessa cried out, her moans growing louder the faster Drew fucked his
big dick into her.  He reached around her with both hands, his left
caressing her shaking breasts while his right slid between her legs,
palming her hairless mound while his fingers rubbed her sensitive clit,
forcing his daughter's pussy to come on his dick.

   "Oh fuck," Drew gasped, surprised as he came when his daughter's nectar
coated his cock.  He fell to the side, shooting what cum he had left into
the air and across the sheets.  His daughter collapsed onto her stomach,
panting, her butt shaking as she shivered out her orgasm.

   Drew slid his hand onto his daughter's butt and let his fingers slip
through her ass crack.

   "Remember, Daddy," Vanessa panted, "You have to make me earn it."

   Trapped

   Breakfast was supposed to start the day with something that energized
the body, and that was kind of what was happening as Drew knelt behind his
daughter.  He licked his tongue through her yummy cunny hole while she bent
over the table, eating cereal.  Her tender twat tasted like cookies on
Christmas morning.  He pushed his fingers into her softness and then sucked
her cum from his digit while she moaned, unable to eat.

   Drew stood after his daughter came.  His cock smacked into her mound,
and he rubbed his knob through her pussy lips, inching into her with each
up and down stroke until he fucked himself through her sticky folds.  She
pushed the cereal to the side, braced her hands on the table to keep from
sliding, and he fucked her, forcing deep grunts from her throat.  Drew came
first, and Vanessa said, "That's not fair, Daddy." He cupped her slimy
pussy and rubbed her until she came in his palm.

   "Daddy," Vanessa said.  "I think we're going to be spending a lot of
time together from now on." She walked out of the kitchen on shaky legs.

   "We're going to your grandparents' at noon," Drew called after.  To
himself, he thought, God help me.

   Later, opening his journal to write, he found his daughter had been busy
detailing their sexual encounters with him in what was supposed to
be his journal.  Her words made him hard, but they also warmed his heart,
especially when he read, "I almost cried when I felt my father inside of me
for the first time.  I felt close to him.  It felt right." She had sealed
her entry with a kiss of crimson lipstick.

   A few hours later, they were driving to meet his wife at her parents'
home.  "Do you want to drive?" he had asked Vanessa, who was wearing a
thin, floral print summer dress.

   "You drive," she said, looking at her clothes.  "You can see right
through my dress when the sun hits me just right." She smiled at him. 
"Keep your eyes open because I'm not wearing panties."

   Vanessa unhooked her seatbelt as they were driving.  She turned toward
him, lifting her feet onto the center console, knees spread.  Her short
dress fell down her thighs, baring her pink muff to his eyes.

   "Isn't it pretty?" Vanessa asked, looking between her legs while she
held the hem of the dress to her waist.  "I've always been amazed at how
pretty a smooth pussy can be."

   "Yours is very pretty, princess," Drew said.

   "Think so?" Vanessa asked.  She reached between her legs, lightly
petting herself.  "Prettier than all the other ones you've fucked?" She
smiled at him.  "Prettier than Mom's in her teenage years?"

   "We need to talk about what we're doing," Drew said.  "I have a problem,
but I'm not a mindless fuck machine."

   Vanessa laughed at him, looking away, amused.  "Not according to your
diary."

   "Journal."

   "Whatever." She rolled her eyes.  "Daddy?"

   "Yes?"

   "I like reading your journal.  It makes me wet." She slipped a finger
through her slit.  "See?  Like now." She pushed her lips to the sides,
showing off her inner pinkness.  The tip of her fingers pushed into her
body, and when she pulled her digits away, a thick string of honey
stretched outward between her lips and her fingertips before breaking and
snapping apart.

   "You shouldn't be reading it," Drew said.  He was having trouble keeping
his eyes on the road.

   "Doing things I shouldn't do is fun."

   Drew remained silent.

   "Are you going to tell your group about me?"

   "What?" Drew asked, looking at her.  "No.  Hell no."

   "Linda spoke about her father and her grandfather." Vanessa pushed her
fingers back into her pussy, closing her eyes and uttering a soft, pleasing
moan.  "Mm.  You didn't mind that."

   "That's different."

   "Maybe," Vanessa whispered.

   "It is."

   "Why?  Because she loved them?"

   Drew looked at her.  She looked hurt, thoughtful.  Was she fucking with
him?

   "I love you," Vanessa said.  "There is more than sex in your journal. 
You called me 'bitchy' and 'bratty' and 'selfish.' I didn't like that."

   Drew looked away, his face falling, eyes twitching uncomfortably.

   "I'm not," Vanessa said, now poking her slit with slow thrusts, her face
scintillating through layers of self-induced pleasure.  She said her next
words in a barely-there whisper.  "Not always."

   "My journal helps me through stressful moments."

   "It hurt me when I read what you thought about me."

   "Is that why you did this?" Drew asked.  "To see if I loved you?"

   "Maybe." Her mouth opened in a soft O.  "Partly.  Is it wrong for a
daughter to want her father's love and more?  I want you to talk to Mom
about buying me a car."

   "I do love you," Drew said.  "But you can be the devil at times."

   "I like the way you say that.  Call me a devil again."

   "You're a devil."

   "A sexy devil?"

   "A sexy devil that is sending me straight to Hell."

   "But right now it's Paradise, isn't it?" Vanessa maneuvered forward,
leaning across the center console with her knees in her seat.  "Daddy?"

   "Yes?"

   "I want to suck your dick."

   Drew looked at himself in his rearview mirror -"into his eyes.  His
conscience was gone.  It refused to talk to him.  Was there no right or
wrong left in him where sex was concerned?

   "Daddy?" Vanessa asked -"whined.  "Do you want me to suck your dick or
not?"

   "Yes, I want you to suck my dick." He heard the words leave his mouth,
but it sounded like someone else was doing the talking.  Was it a new him?
Someone who was more evolved than the man who had threesomes in strip clubs
and public sex, who brought women home to share with his wife.  This man
was different, lost, consumed by his daughter's lust.

   Am I going crazy?

   He looked at his daughter.  He didn't want to just go crazy.  He wanted
to go crazy with her.

   Drew rested his right arm behind his daughter's headrest.  He lowered
his left hand on the curve of the steering wheel, tucking his elbow against
the door.  His wife had given him plenty of road-head on demand in the
past. He knew how to get comfortable.

   Vanessa purred as she lowered her face to his lap.

   "Keep your ass in the air, princess," Drew groaned as his lust took hold
of his mind.

   Vanessa looked at him.  She smiled and then bent her head, her butt
rising like the other side of a teeter-totter.  He laid his right hand on
her back, pulling at her dress with his fingers, and inching the hem over
her butt and up her back until he bared her panty-less cheeks and pussy to
the window.

   "Let people see you, princess," Drew said.

   Vanessa undid his pants with deft fingers, reaching inside and pulling
his thick cock out into the air.  Her warm fingers circled his shaft.  She
stroked the rigid length of his pole and squeezed his girth.  Her breath
swirled around his knob and then her tongue licked the side of his shaft,
the soft skin folding around his member as she tasted him from root to tip.

   "Princess," Drew gasped.

   "Like that, Daddy?"

   He looked down at the top of her head and then to his right, to her
butt, where he could see the firm hills of her cheeks and the top of the
crack between, curving and dipping out of sight.  He laid his middle finger
along the warmth and softness of her butt crack.

   "Play with me," Vanessa whispered.

   "Sweetie," Drew sighed as his little girl's mouth embraced the head of
his dick in a wet blanket of silk and velvet.  She sucked him, using her
tongue to swirl her spit around his prick, coating his glans and shaft. 
Drool slipped from the corners of her mouth as she bobbed her head up and
down his length.

   "Umm, mm, umm," Vanessa moaned around his prick.

   He pushed his middle finger further over her ass, touching her asshole.
His daughter jerked forward.  Had anyone ever fucked her back there?  He
hoped not.  He went further, lower, his finger sinking into Vanessa's
wetness.  She gagged but swallowed him down her throat with a muffled gasp
just as his finger entered her pussy.

   "So fucking hot," Drew whispered.  "You're a bad girl, princess.  A
naughty fucking girl."

   "Mm-umm-hmm," Vanessa moaned around his dick.

   Drew pulled into the far left lane.  He wanted someone to see his
daughter's ass -"anyone.  He wanted someone to see her sucking his cock. 
He got lucky, finding a trucker and speeding up next to him.  A bearded
good ol' boy sat inside the cab.  It took only a moment for him to notice
Vanessa's upturned ass, and he honked his horn twice, shouting something as
well.

   "Oh, fuck," Drew moaned, throwing his head back and humping his dick
upward.  He smacked his princess' butt, and the truck driver waved for him
to do it again.  He did.  The man honked.  Vanessa moaned around his dick.

   "Oh, uh, mm," Vanessa whimpered with each spank, her spit making her
words wet and thick.

   "That's it, princess," Drew moaned.  He was close to coming.  "Get ready
to taste Daddy's cum."

   Vanessa suction-cupped her lips to his knob while jerking the shaft of
his cock with tight, urgent strokes.  His cock tingled, the sides pulsed
and her tongue played with his piss-slit.  "Oh fuck," Drew gasped when she
cupped his balls.  He came, flooding his daughter's mouth with hot-honeyed
joy-juice as his body spasmed and his balls constricted.

   "Yeah, oh god, yeah," Drew groaned, spanking her hard and squeezing her
butt cheek tightly.

   Vanessa never unfastened her lips from his cock as she slurped his cum
down her throat.  She squeezed his shaft hard, sliding her grip upward as
she pushed his cum through his shaft and into her mouth.  Her lips came
away with a loud plop, and she fell smiling into her seat.  She licked
the cum around her lips with her tongue, and Drew used his thumb to gather
the seed that she couldn't reach from her chin.

   "Say aw," Drew said when there was no more leftover cum to gather.

   "Aw," Vanessa said, mouth opened wide.

   Drew placed his cum-covered thumb onto the center of his daughter's
tongue.  She smiled, proudly, like she had just won a prize and then she
closed her lips and sucked his thumb clean.

   "Eat it all," Drew urged his daughter.  "That's my good girl." He put
his cock away after Vanessa finished her snack.

   Vanessa cleaned her face.  She even waved at the trucker, who honked his
horn before driving off.

   "Daddy?" Vanessa asked, now shy.

   "Yes, princess?" His mind was returning to normal, no longer protecting
him from his better self.  His conscience came back as well, and it roared
insults that belittled him for his weakness.

   "You're kinda nasty."

   "I," -"Drew swallowed -""I get carried away.  I'm sorry.  I won't show
you off again."

   "No," Vanessa whispered as she buckled up.  Then, as she was smoothing
her skirt over her thighs, she said, "I like it when you're nasty."

   Further Down the Daughter Hole

   Drew pulled into his in-laws' driveway.  It was a sunny afternoon, not
hot, but he had his windows down and the air on, hoping to blow away the
thick aroma of his daughter's pussy.  He had taken an extra ten minutes to
arrive, but his daughter's scent was unwilling to fade away.  Would his
wife smell the sinfulness that clung to him?  Would she know what happened
by looking at him?  At them?

   "Behave inside," Drew said.

   Vanessa's eyes laughed at him.  "But what if I'm naughty and Mom tells
you to spank me?"

   He stared at her.

   "She used to tell you to spank me.  Did you enjoy it?"

   "When did you become like this?" Drew asked.

   "Like what?" A coquettish smile touched her lips.  "Maybe it's when you
stopped paying attention to me."

   "Have you always been this way?" Drew touched his daughter's cheek with
the backs of his fingers.  She pushed into them.  "Did I blind myself to
who you are because of my problems?"

   "Problems?" Vanessa asked.  "You're a man who likes to fuck.  I'm a
daughter who likes to fuck."

   "Woman," Drew said.  "You're a woman who likes to -""

   "I'm your daughter," she said, kissing his fingers.  "And I've
discovered I love fucking my father." She bit his finger, and he pulled
away.  "You don't have to ignore me, but you will pay for your neglect."

   Vanessa exited the car, skipping to the front door on her long legs. 
Drew waited while she knocked on the door and as she waited for an answer,
his daughter lifted the back of her dress.  Drew widened his eyes, afraid
and excited.  The door opened, her dress fell, and she went inside.  His
wife stepped outside with a smile on her face.

   Drew settled his car, wishing he could reverse into the street, drive
away, and join the circus.  Become a drunken clown.  He exited his vehicle
and walked to his waiting wife.

   "How's Old Betty?" he asked.

   "Don't say that aloud," Gemma said, kissing him.  "She's healthier."

   He followed his wife inside.  His mother-in-law sat in the living room,
looking healthier than she had let on over the phone.  Her eyes were
bright, blue, seated beneath a cloud of white hair, but those eyes gave him
a long, healthy look.

   "Nice to see you, Betty."

   Vanessa sat on the couch near her grandmother.  Seeing her, Drew
realized how aware she was going to have to be about her positioning if she
planned to keep her panty-less pussy to herself.  Her dress dropped to
mid-thigh while standing, but now it road several dangerous inches higher.

   "Ben is watching football in the game room," Betty said.  She knew about
his problems.  He didn't know if Ben knew, but if he did the old guy never
let on.  Did Betty know Gemma had once worn her clothes for him?  Pretended
to be her?  He hoped not.  He had to stop asking himself those questions.

   "Football sounds like fun," Drew said.

   "Dad, save me a seat," Vanessa said as Drew left the room.

   "Drew, how're things?" Ben asked when Drew entered the large, windowless
game room.

   There was a big screen on the far wall; two couches ran along the
sidewalls, and three recliners sat between them.  A fridge stocked with
drinks for all ages and a cabinet with snacks stood against the back wall.
Two of the room's lamps glowed with a dim light that did not interfere with
the TV.

   "Same," Drew said.  He grabbed a can of soda from the fridge, hoping the
caffeine would help with what remained of his hangover.

   Ben arched an eyebrow when he saw the Coke.

   "Too much whiskey last night," he said.  "Gemma wasn't there to keep me
in check."

   "Happens," Ben said.  "So long as we don't let it happen too much."

   Drew nodded and dropped into the far-right recliner.  He didn't look at
Ben, but he did wonder what the old guy knew about him.  The worry made
Drew's body buzz with an energy that made him want to get up and run
around. Did everyone know his secret?  Would they know what he did with his
daughter when they saw them together?  Eyes were on him -"watching.  He
took a deep breath that did nothing for his nerves.

   "Good games today," Ben said.

   "Glad to hear Betty is doing all right." Drew concentrated on keeping
his right foot from tapping.

   Ben waved a hand.  "You know how she can be."

   Drew shrugged.

   "Where's Vanessa?  Did she come?"

   "Come?" Drew asked, jumping at the word.  He opened his Coke, sipped it,
and shook his head.  "She came." He almost winced at his words.  He made it
sound sinister. Am I trying to get caught? "I think she'll be coming
-"will be in here soon.  You know how she is."

   "You okay?" Ben asked.  "She always says hello to me.  We talk, you
know?" He made a sucking sound with his mouth.  "You should talk to her
more, close that distance, but I must sound like an old recording by now."

   "Maybe," Drew said.  Distance?  Did everyone see that between them?  He
knew it was there.  He could guess when it started: when he and Gemma
convinced one of Vanessa's 'sister cheerleaders' -"a tiny young thing -"to
come home with them, fucking her while their freshman daughter slept
unaware.  How many of the cheer squad had they gone through?  Gemma put a
stop to things after Vanessa's freshman year.

   Drew settled into his old routine with his father-in-law.  They weren't
friends, but they were friendly enough with each other to enjoy college
football together.  Ben flipped between the early games, and he tossed Drew
the remote when the midday games began, saying, "My eyes keep shutting on
me, damn things.  I think they're trying to ease me into death."

   Drew laughed.

   Vanessa walked into the game room at halftime.  She was barefooted, and
she moved with a ballerina's tiptoed silence.  She walked past Drew,
touching her lips to her sleeping grandpa's forehead.  The old man woke,
mumbled something that made Vanessa smile and then he fell back to sleep.
Vanessa let him be and sat on the couch closest to Drew.  Everything about
her body language read: Mischief.

   Distance. He watched his daughter as she sat silent and he promised
himself, Sex or no sex, I'm going to get my daughter back. A part of him
that stole his pride, urged, Get her back and get the sex too. What kind
of twisted relationship had his sex addiction caused? I thought I was
protecting her.

   Vanessa had lain down by the start of the second half, fully extended
-"yet to speak -"her hands resting on her floral print dress.  Her legs
pulled at his eyes, and he watched her with sideways glances as he sipped
on a soda.  Watching his daughter made him crave beer, something to
distract him from the other cravings that Vanessa stirred within him.

   The third quarter ended without a word.  Drew was doing his best to sit
still.  Vanessa wasn't just going to sit there and ignore him, was she? 
She started playing with her dress along her right thigh, bending her knee
and sliding her foot toward her butt.  Her skirt slid down, but her fingers
continued to dance over her skin.

   Drew glanced at his father-in-law.  The man was sound asleep.  Why
couldn't he be a snorer?  Vanessa ignored him when he stopped sneaking
glances and openly looked at her.  She smiled -"to herself? -"and her left
fingers pulled the cotton of her skirt higher, almost to her waist.

   "Mom and Grandma went shopping," Vanessa whispered.

   "I'm glad you stayed behind," Drew said, speaking quietly.

   "College cheerleaders are sexy." Vanessa's eyes had fixated on the TV.
"Don't you think?"

   "Very." Drew's voice came out husky and not under his control.

   "I miss being a cheerleader." Vanessa made a tsk sound.  "I had fun in
high school, but you stopped talking to me after I began cheerleading."

   "I didn't know how I was affecting you back then." Drew frowned. 
"There's still time to go back to cheerleading, isn't there?"

   "There is always time.  I still practice.  Remember last night?"

   "Yes." Drew glanced at his in-law again.

   Vanessa sat up and faced him.  She lifted her right leg into the air at
an angle to her body.  Her barefoot pointed toward the ceiling, showing off
the back of her thigh to where it merged with the couch, inches from the
bottom curve of her butt.  She lifted her left leg into the air, alongside
her right, and he could almost see the tantalizing honey-pot between her
legs.  Drew's tongue slid across his lips.

   "Your grandpa -""

   "Is sleeping," Vanessa said.  "If you want him to watch me dance for you
again, wake him up.  Otherwise, let him sleep." She smiled.  "He's a deep
sleeper."

   She parted her legs in a wide V, her hands pushing her skirt between the
apex of her thighs, denying him a glimpse her secret femininity.  She still
didn't look at him.  She looked between her legs where she had balled her
skirt within her fist.  She lowered her legs, her muscles taut, and she
stood, smoothing her dress before pinching the hem at her sides with her
fingers.

   "Cheerleaders are supposed to be sexy, but not too sexy," Vanessa said.
She swayed her hips from side to side, rocking with subtle suggestiveness.
"Especially in high school." She raised her skirt as she moved -"one side
at a time -"exposing more and more of her young thighs.

   "Vanessa," Drew whispered as fear and excitement created a thrilling
current through his body.

   She swiveled her hips, spinning so that she faced away from him, and
lifted her skirt inch by agonizing inch.  She moved back toward him until
she was against his armrest, her butt next to him, her legs slightly
parted, and her skirt continuing upward beyond the bottom swell of her
behind.

   Drew groaned, unable to stop the rough sound that burrowed through is
throat and escaped his lips.  His daughter's ass was in his face.  The
soft, beautiful treasure of her smooth pussy lips hung crescent-shaped
between her thighs.  He drank it in.  His daughter lifted her dress further
up those hills, to her waist, her supple cheeks pushed together, creating
an overwhelming desire within him to bite each one.

   Vanessa said nothing.  She fluttered the back of her skirt at him like a
matador teasing a bull.

   Drew lifted his right palm with his fingers extended.  His thumb and
little finger scraped the inner flesh of his daughter's thighs.  She spread
her legs more, and he continued upward, still touching her skin as he
cupped the soft lips of her hot, blonde pussy from behind.  Her cunny
melted in his palm, the heat soothing his nerves.  Drew curled his fingers,
cradling the lower portion of his daughter's mound while laying his middle
finger between her inner lips, so that the tip rested on her clitoris.

   A sharp breath escaped his daughter's lungs, and her hips continued to
sway.

   Drew followed her movements with his arm and never let go of her
barely-legal pussy.  She sat on his hand, pressing the weight of her body
and cunny mound into his palm.  She was wet and getting wetter, her peachy
scent drifting on gusts of ethereal wind and invigorating his senses.

   His daughter's muff felt like pudding in his hand.  Soft and creamy and
smooth.  Honey dripped from her slit, soaking the center of his palm and
spreading about her thicker outer folds as she churned her hips.  She
continued holding her skirt above her waist.  Drew's cock grew in quick
spurts of length and girth until his dick strained against his pants,
pulsing and aching with the need to be inside of his daughter's little
cunny.

   My princess, Drew thought. My treasure.

   Vanessa turned around, stealing the beauty between her legs from his
hand, but she graciously laid her pussy in his palm once again when she
faced him.  She didn't look at him.  She looked at the television and
lowered her skirt to just above her hairless cleft -"leaving herself bare
for his eyes.  Her pearl stood straight from its pink hood, saying hello to
his hungry lips.

   The tips of Drew's fingers were now reaching through his daughter's legs
and touching the bottom of her butt cheeks.  He curled his middle finger
through Vanessa's pink crease.  She continued looking away, and a pink
blush spread across her cheekbones.  Her lips opened, and her eyes turned
bright and excited, the anticipation she was feeling dancing along her
widening smile.

   Drew pushed his middle finger into her slit, touching the tender walls
of her cunny and massaging her inner channel.  Vanessa tugged on her lower
lip with her teeth, a gesture she used to make before blowing out her
birthday candles while she made her silent wish.  He stroked his daughter's
lovely hole.  She looked lost in his touch -"glowing -"doing all she could
to absorb the feelings he ignited within her body.  He maneuvered his thumb
to her clit, brushing the pretty pearl in rhythm with his finger-fucking.

   "I love how you pet my pussy, Daddy," Vanessa said, breathless.  She
swayed and closed her eyes, her blush deepening.

   His pussy-pokes became faster, firmer, telling his daughter know how
much he cared for her through the tenderness of his caress.  Her sweet
scent filled the room with a floral aromatic that made his heart beat hard
against his chest.  He didn't care if his father-in-law woke.  His daughter
had bewitched him with her sinful magic.

   "What's that song -"mm -"you used to sing to me?" Vanessa asked.

   "You Are My Sunshine."

   "Yeah, that's the one," Vanessa said.

   There was silence, and then his daughter began to sing.

   "You are my sunshine," Vanessa sang, her angelic voice quivering with
soft tremors and quick inhalations.  "My only sunshine." Her juices
glistened on her pussy lips and thighs.  "You make me -"ah -"happy -"Daddy
-"when skies are gray." Vanessa whimpered, a tearful sound and when Drew
looked up, he saw her eyes shimmering.  "You'll never know, dear -"mm -"how
much I love you." She closed her eyes, coming in silence as her expressions
drifted between various masks of bliss.  When her trembling finished, she
kissed him on the forehead.  "Please don't take my sunshine away."

   Vanessa slid from his fingers.  His hand traveled to his lips without
thought, and he licked them clean.  She watched him drink her juices, and
then she bent down to kiss him.  His daughter tasted herself from his lips
before whispering, "I want a car."

   Vanessa sank into the couch, as relaxed as a kitten in the sun.  Drew
looked at his still-sleeping father-in-law, and then went to the bathroom
where he jerked off until he came into the sink, releasing thick streams of
white across the porcelain.  After cleaning his mess, he grabbed an aerosol
can and tried to subdue Vanessa's scent across the game room.  He didn't
know if it worked because he never washed the scent of his daughter from
his lips.

   Or her taste.

   A Kiss, Driving Home, and Muff Diving

   "We're back," Gemma announced as she entered the game room.

   "Perfect timing," Drew said.  "The games just finished."

   Vanessa still lay on the couch, everything about her in order.  His
father-in-law was more awake than earlier, but thankfully Vanessa had
behaved herself for the rest of the day.  Strangely, her control only made
Drew desire his daughter more.

   "Are we staying for dinner?" Drew asked.

   "No," Gemma answered him.  "Mom's tired."

   He stood and kissed his wife, nothing special, just a smooch that
connected them for a few seconds longer than a peck.  Something to remind
her -"and himself -"that he loved her.

   Gemma stared at him with an odd and guarded expression when the kiss
ended.

   "What?" Drew asked.

   "Nothing," Gemma said.  She looked at her dad.  "How were the games?"

   "I'm going to hit the head before we go," Drew said.  He walked out of
the room, thinking of his wife's strange reaction to his kiss.  It wasn't
until he was washing his hands that he realized the taste of his daughter's
pussy was still on his lips.

   He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and then turned his head
toward the door.  The slow creaking of his neck bones echoed within his
skull. How stupid am I? He washed his mouth, using mint soap since there
was no mouthwash in the restroom. Stupid-stupid-stupid. Minutes later, he
said goodbye to his in-laws.

   "I'm leaving my car tonight," Gemma said, getting into the passenger
side of his Lexus.

   "Why?" Drew asked.

   "We're coming back tomorrow."

   "Great."

   Before Drew ignited his car, he went over a mental checklist, making
sure his settings were normal.  He had fixed them before getting out.  He
saw his daughter looking at him in the rearview mirror.  She sat in the
middle of the back seat with her hands between her legs -"her smile
dangerous.

   Fuck.

   Vanessa reinforced his fear when she opened her legs, fanning them as if
her pussy was too hot underneath the thin cotton of her dress.  Drew tilted
his mirror away from his wife's eyes, hoping she wouldn't notice how
naughty their daughter was behaving.

   "Mother is well," Gemma said as she continued to tell them about her
day. Drew listened, barely hearing her and his wife's voice was distant as
if stolen by the wind.

   Vanessa spread her legs and kept them open.  Drew didn't want to look,
but he had to.  He did.  She mouthed the words, "Naughty, Daddy."

   Her eyes laughed at him, and she teased her dress upward as she slunk
down in her seat, pushing her butt to the edge.  She continued to pull at
the hem until she revealed her hairless pussy to his eyes.  The pink slit
between her folds was open and ready for a fucking.

   "Look what I have for you," his daughter mouthed again.

   "What, dear?" Drew asked when Gemma poked his arm.  He swallowed and
went back to pretending he was listening.  He tried to listen, he did, but
his thundering heartbeat deafened her words.  Couldn't she hear the manic
thumping within his chest?

   With her legs spread open, Vanessa licked her middle and forefinger like
she was sucking a cock and then lowered them to her slit.  She rubbed her
fingers along her opening, from the bottom of her slit to the top.  Drew
suppressed a groan.  Vanessa humped her hips at him several times before
laying her fingers between her cunny lips and spreading them open for him,
showing off her creamy goodness.

   "Drew!" Gemma snapped.

   Drew slammed his foot against the breaks.  His Lexus skidded to a stop
inches from the car in front of him.  Vanessa laughed.

   "Pay attention," Gemma said.

   "Sorry," Drew said, panting, sweating, his car stuffy and small and hot.
He lowered his window, hoping the air would clear his head.

   The near-crash didn't stop Vanessa's bad behavior.  Once, she bared her
breasts and once she pinched her peach-colored nipples through her dress.
She opened her legs from time to time, but her skirt remained in place. 
Once she reached under her skirt, withdrawing sticky fingers and licking
them clean.  Concealing his erection hadn't been easy but Drew believed he
managed.

   Once home and inside, Gemma said, "I'm going to have a nap."

   "Rest up," Drew said.  "I'll be in my office."

   "Have you called your sponsor today?" Gemma asked from the foot of the
living room stairway.

   "I don't like to from your parents' home." He offered her a weak smile.
"I'll call him from my office."

   "Be sure that you do."

   "I'm going to be in the shower, if anyone cares," Vanessa said.

   Is that an invitation? Drew thought.  He almost winced at the "if
anyone cares" statement.  He wouldn't have cared a few days ago.  He hoped
that was Vanessa's way of acting normal in front of her mother.

   His heart sat like an anchor in his chest.  He fell into his office
chair and sighed.  He was mentally tired, physically drained, but eager for
more.  He laid his phone on his desk with no intention of calling his
sponsor.  He needed to rest, but that was not what the Fates had planned
for his future.  Some time went by before his door swung open.  Vanessa
entered, the sexy minx still wearing her dress, but now it wet and clinging
to her big breasts, her flat stomach, her juicy ass, and her thighs.  Her
hair was wet, as well.

   "Mom's sleeping," Vanessa said.

   "We need to talk."

   "You need to talk to Mom about my car." Vanessa gathered her dress in
her hands, lifting the hem above the athletic cut of her waistline.  Small
beads of water dampened her mound while streams of liquid traced the skin
of her thighs.  "Until you do, you're only allowed to lick, touch, and
smell me, but your big dick doesn't get to slide between my thighs."

   Drew groaned, helpless and defeated.  Tears wanted to escape from his
eyes.

   Vanessa turned around.  The wet cotton of her dress plastered to her
body, unable to fall.  She raised her dress and showed him her ass.  There
were no tan lines.  Where did she tan nude?  In a salon?  In the backyard?
Did the neighbors watch her?  He hoped they did.

   Get a fucking hold of yourself, he screamed in silence.

   "Have a taste of your daughter," Vanessa said.  She placed her palms on
the door; her dress settled on the curve of her lower back as she pushed
her ass toward him.  "Come get a piece of this little pussy."

   Drew slid from his chair and fell to his knees with a soft thud.  He
closed his eyes, hoping for some of his common sense to return, but there
was nothing there but lust.  He opened his eyes, lost in the sight of
Vanessa's body.  Her pussy, separated from her asshole by her perineum,
called to him, both holes so pink and bright and sun-kissed.

   "Be nasty with your tongue," Vanessa told him in a husky tone that
trembled with excitement.  "Be nasty with me, Daddy."

   He crawled to her on his knees, shuffling like a servant ready to
worship his goddess.  He took her ass cheeks in his palms.  He bit her
right cheek, tugging playfully at the warm flesh and then doing the same to
the left.  Vanessa moaned, a low sounding, "Oh," at each nip that turned
into a long and surprised, "Ooh," when he spread her buns and licked the
length of the crack running between her cheeks.

   "Naughty Daddy," Vanessa moaned when his tongue-tip tickled her warm
asshole.  She shook her butt against his face, riding her crack over his
mouth and feeding him her backdoor.

   "Mm, mm," Drew moaned against her skin.  His spit slid down her butt,
running thickly over her perineum and mixing with her pussy juice.

   Drew grabbed his daughter by the front of her thighs and shuffled
backward, pulling his daughter with him.  Her legs remained straight, but
her upper body bent to a nearly ninety-degree angle to the door.  He spread
her legs by the ankles, his hands running up and down her limbs, molesting
her as he licked the backs of her thighs.

   Vanessa jumped as if shocked when Drew mashed his extended tongue
against her slit, cupping the soft folds with his wet appendage.  He pulled
her pussy back to his mouth.  She was cummy, tasting sweet and pure, the
taboo of his daughter's hidden treasure adding the subtle spice of sin to
her flesh.

   "Yeah, oh yeah," Vanessa moaned.  "That's it, Daddy, love your
daughter's pussy."

   He slipped his middle finger into the softness of her snatch, swirling
it within her liquid heat.  Her lips opened, and her tightness attacked his
probing digit as if trying to gobble him up.  His princess moaned.  She
whimpered something filthy under her breath while shaking her ass against
his hands.  One finger became two, sliding into her side by side, screwing
deeply into her so that he could touch every nook and cranny hidden within
her body.

   Drew began to tongue-fuck his daughter's butthole, pushing through her
tightness and invading her anal ring.

   "Dirty fucker," Vanessa moaned.  "Nasty man.  Licking your daughter's
asshole like this." She moaned.  "What would Mom say?"

   "Your pussy is so pretty, princess," Drew whispered into his daughter's
hole.  Her buns cupped his mouth, resting on his cheeks.  Their touch was
as warm as a hug's.  He stood, his tongue stretching until he pulled it too
far away to continue licking her.  He humped his jean-covered cock against
Vanessa's butt.

   Vanessa swirled her ass away from him, pouting, "No, Daddy, no.  Your
dick doesn't get my pussy until you've talked to Mom."

   Growling several noises that sounded animal, Drew fed his daughter's
juicy beaver his fingers again.  He pushed his hips tight to the curve of
her ass, mimicking fucking motions while he finger-banged her teen twat
from behind.  He ran his left hand up her wet dress, then around to the
front, cupping a breast in his hand.  He wanted inside her dress, and
pulled at the front, tearing a button to get his fingers on her flesh.

   "Fucker," Vanessa whispered, panting as he rocked her body against the
door.

   He bent over her back, kissing her neck, and licking his way to her ear,
where he nibbled her lobe.  She laughed, shivering.  He lowered his
tit-touching hand and pulled her nipple as he did.  He moved lower, to her
stomach, still under her dress and he cupped her pussy with a firm grip.

   "Talk to -"oh, fuck -"Mom," Vanessa whimpered.  "Please?  I want your
dick again, Daddy."

   "I promise, princess," Drew said.  "I fucking promise." He jabbed her
pussy hard.

   Vanessa spun from his grasp so that he fell forward, but she caught him,
pulling his mouth to hers while pushing her mound into his fingers.  He
sunk his fingers back into her while he thumbed her clit, forcing a sharp
gasp from her lungs.

   "Daddy," she moaned.  "I'm gonna come on your hand."

   "Do it, princess," Drew said, moaning into her mouth.  He rubbed his
thumb faster across her nub while his fingers massaged the underside of her
mound.  Cream dripped from her cunny-slot in waves.  He felt the walls of
her inner canal start to spasm.

   "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," Vanessa cried, coming, her pussy gushing over his
palm.

   Drew dropped to his knees.  His mouth fastened over his daughter's cunny
as she released a river of nectar into the world.  He drank, greedily
slurping her hot wetness while his tongue probed her soft lips for more. 
Vanessa shook against him, panting, sliding her body up and down the door
while clawing his hair and mashing her pussy against his mouth.

   "Talk to her," Vanessa said.  She was still panting after her orgasm
ended.  "Please."

   "Tonight," Drew said.

   "Promise?"

   "I promise." Drew sighed.  He gave her pussy one long lick.  "Leave your
door open and be wet for me."

   "Yes, Daddy," Vanessa said.  "I'll always be wet for you."

   Rejection

   "So what's the problem?" Jim asked.

   "The problem is: I'm fucking her." Drew didn't say that.  He kept his
mouth shut while his sponsor's voice buzzed through his phone.  Drew was
sitting on his couch, while his daughter modeled a sheer-white, babydoll
nighty she had bought for him.  It fit like a vest, forming an inverted V
below her breasts.  Pink trim bordered her black panties that were too
small to cover her labia in entirety.  She was sitting on the coffee table
with her arms back and her knees spread open.

   "I bought these for you," she said.  "Since you're going to buy
something for me."

   "Do you know what my wife is going to want for this car?" Drew said into
his phone.  His eyes never left his daughter's body.

   Jim talked, saying something about "bargaining" and how his disease was
"cunning, baffling, and powerful" and other warnings Drew had thrown into
his mind's incinerator.

   "I can stay strong," Drew said after his sponsor finished talking. 
"Yes, I'll be at the next meeting, don't worry." He disconnected the call.
"I'm going to hell."

   "Stop by my room tonight before you do," Vanessa said, petting her
smooth pussy once for him.  "Love you, Daddy." She bounced her body
upstairs.  The weight of her breasts and the lean meat of her ass jiggled
as she bounded away.

   "Oh boy," Drew said.  He fastened his eyes on the black string
disappearing between his daughter's butt cheeks. She's so perfect. He
sighed and waited for his cock to soften.  He needed to see his wife.

   Gemma lay in bed atop the covers reading a book.  She was wearing a
faded blue t-shirt and matching panties that rode high on her hips and
bared the meaty half of her small butt cheeks.  Drew's first thought
was: Easy access. His second thought was: She could have come downstairs
at any moment, and I wouldn't have noticed because my daughter's pussy was
in my face.

   "That took a while," Gemma said.

   "Sponsor talk," Drew said, changing into his basketball shorts and a
t-shirt.  "I've missed a few meetings."

   "Not getting careless, are you?"

   "Of course not," Drew said.

   "I hope not," Gemma said.  She spread her legs.  "You sure?"

   "I'm sure," Drew said and slid into bed.  "I have something I want to
talk about."

   "I offer you pussy, and you don't dive between my legs." Gemma put her
book down.  "Interesting."

   Interesting? Drew slid across the bed, wrapping her in his arms, and
pulling her spoon-fashion against his body.  He nuzzled her neck with his
cheek, feeling himself get hard as he did.  So much for self-control.  He
couldn't fuck his wife and then his daughter, could he?  Gemma hard and
then Vanessa with a father's touch? God, am I sick?

   "I'm thinking" -"he fought off a worried groan -""of buying Vanessa a
car."

   Gemma was quiet for a moment before muttering, "Hmm." She patted his
cheek.  "Didn't you say to her, 'Buy your own fucking car if you want to
drink and crash.' Something like that?"

   "I don't remember what I said," Drew lied, having to work his throat
before he could talk again.  "I think it would help me close the distance
with our daughter."

   "You've been talking to my dad, who talks to Vanessa," Gemma said.  "Do
you think you can buy our daughter's friendship?"

   Drew didn't like his wife's tone.  "Shouldn't I have a relationship with
our daughter?"

   "Depends on what you mean by 'relationship,'" Gemma said.  "I'm tired.
I'm going to sleep."

   "Will you think about it?" Drew asked.

   "I'll sleep on it."

   Drew didn't press.  "I'm going to go to my study," he said, sliding from
the bed.  "Sweet dreams."

   "Goodnight," Gemma said.

   When he reached the door, Gemma added, "Drew, be sure you're getting to
know our daughter for the right reasons."

   Drew didn't speak.  A part of his mind was screaming something at him, a
warning, but he refused to listen.  He nodded his head and smiled at Gemma
and her unreadable eyes.

   Father-Daughter Promises

   Drew stood in his hallway, looking down the diverging pathway to his
daughter's bedroom.  Her door was open at an angle with no light shining
into the hall.  He was tempted to enter her bedroom now, but Gemma was
still awake. Patience.

   He calmed himself and repeated lines from the twelve steps, but he had
no intention of not going to his daughter's room.  He had no intention of
not making love to her.  He had no intention of not being inside of her. 
He had no intention of not fucking her until she passed out.

   "The way I think," he muttered, shaking his head.  He walked downstairs,
one of the steps creaking under the weight of his body.  "I'm not in a
fucking porn movie."

   He veered off to the kitchen, where he poured himself a glass of Coke
with ice before ending up in his office, where he added a healthy dose of
whiskey.  His old-fashioned clock had a second hand, and its ticking
drummed against his eardrums as he drank.  He watched the fizz of his cola
dance in sparkling arcs above the ice cubes floating in his glass.

   Tick.

   He sipped his whiskey.

   Tick.

   His right legs shook.  Gemma was home.  How was he going to fuck his
daughter?

   Tick.

   He sipped.

   Tick.

   He'd find a way.  He could take her for a drive.

   Tick.

   He sipped.

   Tick.

   His legs shook.  His cock hardened as blood rushed through his shaft,
swelling the base and thickening the body.  His crown tingled.

   Tick.

   He drank his whiskey.

   Tick.

   His drink was gone.

   Tick.

   Drew stood and left his office in a hurry.  The whiskey-buzz sloshed
about his skull, easing his nerves and giving him a boost of confidence. 
To his surprise, he ran into his lingerie-wearing daughter when he reached
the living room.  She was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

   "I heard you leave your room," she said.  "I got lonely waiting for you,
and I'm wet from playing with myself, like you told me to do, Daddy." She
lifted her wet fingers.  "I can be a good girl for you too, you know."

   "I was coming up."

   "Did you talk to Mom?" Vanessa parted her vest-like top when she asked
the question.

   "She's thinking about it, but I'll make sure you get what you want."

   Vanessa smiled.  "Then come and get what you want."

   Drew took his daughter's body into his arms.  She was much like her
mother, but thicker, leaner and more athletic.  She wasn't better, and she
wasn't worse, she was different in such a beautiful way that he couldn't
compare one against the other.

   "Princess," Drew moaned.  He lifted his daughter into the air.  Her long
legs circled his waist, her ankles locking against his ass.  He fastened
his lips to her right breast, sucking the exposed nub into his mouth.

   "Oh-mm," Vanessa sighed.  She sighed again when Drew sucked more of her
tit into his mouth.  He carried her through the foyer and into the dining
room, where he sat her on the table.

   Drew leaned back to admire his daughter's breasts.  His cock jerked, and
a wad of pre-cum slid wetly through his shaft, making him shudder.  His
raised his hands and squeezed the base of his daughter's tits, creating two
cones that he lowered his mouth to and licked, sucked and kissed.  He even
chewed on his daughter's nipples, loving the way they rolled between his
teeth.

   "Umm, oh," Vanessa moaned, her sounds helpless and intense.

   "I'm going fuck your tits one day," Drew said as he licked his daughter
between her breasts.  "Fuck them with my big dick." He left them running
with spit, picturing his cock slipping through their perkiness while making
them shake.

   "You're so bad, Daddy," Vanessa teased.  "Father's aren't supposed to
talk to their daughters that way."

   His little girl's tits glistened in the moonlight shining through their
windows.  He rubbed his palms over them as he lowered his head down her
stomach, nibbling her flesh and licking her waist.  He kissed her hips and
pushed her knees open wide, placing her pussy on a platter for his mouth.
He slid his tongue between his lips, and then he drove the appendage
against the lace of his daughter's slutty black panties.

   "You gonna eat me, Daddy?" Vanessa teased.  "You're going to eat this
pussy?"

   Drew moaned into her snatch.  He pulled her ass to the edge of the table
and sat in a chair as he did.  He tried to rip a hole through her panties
with his tongue, and when that didn't work, he pulled them to the side,
sliding his tongue as deeply as he could into her warm, pink tunnel.

   "Ooh, god," Vanessa moaned.  She balanced her palms on the end of the
table, leaned back and lifted her knees up and out, opening herself for
Drew's hungry tongue-fucking.

   Drew tugged his daughter's panties from her body as he licked her.  "So
fucking hot," he said into her twat and licked her from her shiny jewel of
pleasure down to her pristine asshole and its rigid spokes.

   "Daddy," Vanessa whined under the pressure of his tongue.  "I didn't
know you could be like this."

   "Like what?" He squeezed the glistening meat of her pussy lips, puffing
her labia outwards so he could kiss her cunny as he would her mouth.

   "I didn't -"fuck -"think you could be so fucking sexy," Vanessa moaned.

   He groaned and slid the two biggest fingers of his right hand between
her lips and into her cunny hole.  His daughter's slippery folds welcomed
him in, eager to suck on his pussy-pumping digits.  He fucked into her twat
with fast, hard pokes while rubbing her clit with up and down licks of his
tongue.  She was so fucking wet that the squishy sounds of his
pussy-pumping filled the dining room.

   "Dad -"Daddy," Vanessa whimpered.  "You're gonna make me come."

   "Come for me, princess," Drew sighed, his mouth watering at the chance
to taste her liquid gold.  "Be a good little girl for me."

   "Uh-uh-uh, oh god," Vanessa cried, coming, her cream drenching Drew's
mouth and fingers and dripping down to her asshole.

   He drank it all, and somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice said,
"You're her father," and Drew answered, "You're damn right I am."

   "Fuck," Drew grunted, tearing his face away from his daughter's soaking
wet snatch.  He sent his chair tumbling to the floor as he stood.  "I need
to fuck you, princess."

   "Come and get it, Daddy," Vanessa said.  She leaned back on her elbows,
her legs open, knees up and back, and her body curled into a half-ball. 
"Come get some incest."

   Drew growled and pushed his shorts down his legs as he stepped between
his daughter's thighs.  He took her by the hips and spun her onto her
stomach.  She gasped.  He yanked her pussy to the edge of the table.  She
kept her knees bent and feet up, her arms outstretched, and her big breasts
mashed against the tabletop.  Her smooth pussy glistened bright and pink
and clean under Drew's eyes.

   He grabbed his cock under the crown and rubbed his knob through his
daughter's pink seam, jerking her pussy juice over his shaft.  She
shivered, her breath trembling as his head made contact with her cunny
lips. Drew lodged the head of his prick within the shallow entrance of his
daughter's hole.  He ran his hands over her ass, spanking her once.  She
yelped.  He grabbed her hips, steadying her for penetration.

   "Ready, princess?" he asked, and before his daughter could answer, he
pulled her back while stepping forward, burying his honey-slick cock to the
balls within his daughter's snatch.

   "Uh," Vanessa grunted when his crown surged into her.  She uttered a
shocked "Oh" as Drew's shaft followed, opening her pinkness to the limits
and stretching her insides beyond reason.

   "Princess," Drew sighed as her warmth baked his meaty pole.  He pulled
out to the head and then sank back into his daughter's softness.  She had
spread her thighs as far apart as they would go and the heat between them
bathed his balls in sweat.  When his hips reached his daughter's ass, and
he had no more dick left to give her, Vanessa grunted.  He flexed his cock.

   "Fuck," Vanessa whimpered.  "I can feel you in my stomach."

   Drew leaned over his daughter's back, really digging his dick into her
muff.  Vanessa whimpered again and Drew kissed her neck, shoulders and
behind her right ear.  He started humping her, his muscular butt moving up
and down as his prick pummeled his princess' tender opening.  Her walls
stretched around him, squeezing his shaft and fighting his girth with every
in and out plunge.  He rose up, grabbed her by her ass cheeks, and started
pounding her.

   Their fucking was loud and wet, and his daughter's moans changed in
pitch as her tits slid over the table.  Heat swam through Drew's body as he
showed his daughter's muff no mercy.  He pulled his shirt off, tossing it
away without looking to where it landed, and then he kicked his shorts
away. He fucked Vanessa faster, harder, the blunt head of his prick
tingling every time it smashed against his daughter's inner softness

   "You're killing my guts," Vanessa groaned, smacking the table with her
right hand and bracing herself with her left.

   "Take it, princess," Drew said, the words coming from him without
thought as he jabbed his daughter's fuck-hole with shallow strokes.  "Take
Daddy's big dick." He spanked her ass hard.  "You bad fucking girl."

   "I'm your bad -"uh -"little girl," Vanessa grunted.  "Your fucking
princess."

   Drew pushed all the way into his daughter's pussy canal.  He bent over
his daughter's body, keeping their connection tight.  He humped her -"hard
and fast -"grinding his cock against her pussy walls.  He reached under her
and grabbed her tits, holding onto them as he rode her hard from behind.

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah, mm-uh," Vanessa chanted.

   "Come, princess," Drew moaned as his balls tingled to the point of
bursting.  "I need to come."

   "Do it, Daddy," Vanessa said.  "Fill me with your spunk."

   Drew kissed the back of his daughter's bobbing head, and he humped her
harder, faster.  Her pussy was the tightest tunnel he had ever known.  His
knob tingled, his shaft pulsed and his balls tightened.  He came.  The
surge of cum flowing through his shaft shook his body and baked his skin.
He gasped, voice breaking, and his panting breaths trembled as he filled
his daughter's cunny with his incestual seed.

   "Coming, Daddy, coming" Vanessa whimpered.  Her pussy spasmed around
Drew's cock, drawing more of his cum from his balls as her liquid grip
coaxed more of his cream into her body with each passing second.

   They paused to regain their breaths.  Sweat covered his daughter's back.
His chest.  She smelled like sex.  Her pussy's scent reached his nostrils
and made his dick swell again.  Life felt perfect until Vanessa uttered the
words, "Uh-oh."

   "Uh-oh?" Drew asked.  He looked at his daughter.  She was looking toward
the living room.  He turned his head, following her gaze and his eyes
widened with fear, too shocked to be surprised.

   Gemma stood in the dining room's entryway, still dressed in her shirt
and bikini panties.  She stared at them, her face unreadable, with the
shirt he had tossed lying at her feet.

   Time ceased to exist.  Quiet was the world.  Vanessa pulled herself
forward, turning around and sitting with her knees spread on either side of
her father's hips.  Drew looked at his daughter, her naked body, her
heaving stomach and breasts as her breathing intensified.  Her thick
nipples were so fucking hard and long.  Drew didn't know what to do.  His
cock remained erect.  His wife stared at him -"at his daughter -"at him.

   It was his wife's eyes that forced him to move.  He saw their intensity,
but not the anger that he expected to fin in them.  Gemma's nipples poked
against her shirt, and there was dampness on the little triangle hiding her
muffin.  Drew moved forward between his daughter's open legs, surprising
her by the look on her face, and he fisted his prick to her pussy lips and
pushed inside of her.

   "Uh, Daddy," Vanessa whined, her words turning into a moan as his shaft
followed the head into her slipperiness.

   "Here you go, princess," Drew said.  He was lost.

   "I'm sorry," Vanessa moaned when Drew reached the back of her canal. 
She was looking at her mother and shaking her head.  Her mouth was open,
but no words were coming out.

   Drew eyed his wife.  Gemma's lips parted.  Her tongue rolled between
them, and then she snapped her mouth shut.  Seeing that, Drew pumped his
dick hard into his daughter's slippery wet hole, the way Gemma used to
encourage him to fuck a girl.

   "Dad!" Vanessa r grunted.  She hit his shoulder with the bottom of her
fist.  "Fuck!"

   "She's our daughter, Drew," Gemma said.  "Not one of our fuck-toys.  Be
gentle with her pussy."

   Drew said nothing.  His wife watched and only watched.  Her lips
twitched, her eyes trembled, and the dampness between her legs grew.  Drew
swallowed.  His heart ran wild beneath his chest, and waves of tingling
energy threatened to collapse his legs.  His wife only watched, so he began
to move.

   He lifted his daughter from the table, holding onto her ass and as he
started bouncing her up and down on his cock.  Her feet swung at his sides
and her mouth opened in surprise as he continued pumping her vulnerable
cunt.  Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled her pussy into
his thrusts -"fucking him back.

   His daughter was a feather in his hands.  His cock slid into her
wetness, pulling his cum from her depths with every thrust.  Gemma
continued to watch them in silence.  Their daughter started to whimper. 
She bit her bottom lip.  Her arms tense and she swirled her hips, fucking
Drew with growing intensity as her eyes shimmered.  She sobbed, locked her
ankles against his ass, and slammed her pussy onto his dick.  She came, her
spasms forcing him to come.

   Gemma waited for them to finish, and then she went upstairs.

   Drew sat his daughter on the table.  He turned around, collected the
chair he had toppled over, righted it, and sat down.

   "Uh-oh?" he asked his daughter when he saw that she wasn't about to
speak first.

   Vanessa shrugged.  "Capital uh-oh?"

   Rules

   Each step he placed in front of the other was heavier than the last.  He
expected Gemma to be holding one of their guns when he entered their room.
The Glock 19.  He didn't know if he'd run or wait for her to pull the
trigger.

   Gemma was sitting in bed when he entered his room.  She still wore her
damp panties and faded shirt, and there was no gun in her hands.

   "Sit," Gemma said.

   Drew sat on his side of the bed.

   Gemma stood on her knees next to him and pushed him flat onto the
mattress.  She grabbed his shorts and tugged them down his thighs.

   "Gem -""

   "Don't speak."

   She grabbed his cock; it was sticky with their daughter's cum.  She
tightened her fingers around his girth, making him hard in seconds.  She
stroked him and said, "This is my dick." She squeezed his shaft hard enough
to cause him pain.  "It's always been mine." She squeezed him harder.  "You
cheated on me."

   "Fuck," Drew grunted.

   "'Fuck is right." Gemma stared at his dick.  "Your fucking addiction was
exciting until it became overwhelming." She stroked him with a softer grip.
"I was afraid you'd cheat on me after I put a stop to our fun." She
squeezed him again.  Hard.  "After all those damn cheerleaders." She shook
her head.  "I always hoped it wouldn't be with our daughter."

   "Gem -""

   She took his nuts in her left hand.

   Drew braced himself, praying, Please don't crush my balls.

   "Us fucking someone is one thing," Gemma said, "but you fucking someone
without me is something I didn't want to live with." She stroked his dick
again and fondled his testicles -"gently.  "I tasted our daughter's pussy
on your lips yesterday." Gemma lowered her mouth to the crown of his cock.
She licked her tongue around his glans.  "I can taste her now.  My daughter
tastes like a peach."

   Gemma let go of him.  She watched him.

   "You're not mad?" Drew asked when the silence turned him into something
small.

   "I'm furious," Gemma said.  "But Vanessa is my daughter -"my only
daughter.  You still have your balls because I could see you weren't
forcing her."

   "I would never force -""

   "Who came on to whom and what kind of car did you promise her?"

   "She found my journal." Drew was just as afraid of his next answer as he
was of his wife at the moment.  "I think she wants a BMW i8." He had to
rack his brain, but she had asked for that car a long time ago.  Did she
still want it?  He didn't know, but that's all he could think of.

   Gemma laughed.  "That's a gift for a postgraduate degree." Gemma looked
at his cock.  "Our vacation this year is going to last at least a month.  I
think a week per country is what my understanding deserves."

   "That's more than fair," Drew said.

   "You're going to get yourself under control." Gemma shoved his cock to
the side.  "And I don't care if you have to tell your sponsor what
happened."

   "I promise," Drew said, though how much those words were worth to his
wife at the moment was something he couldn't guess.

   "If Vanessa wants to, you can continue to make love to her." Gemma
pushed his cock again.  "You will not take her to strip clubs.  You will
not have threesomes with her.  You will not fuck her on a webcam while you
pay some whore to watch you.  You will not fuck her on a public stage at
Mardi Gras while people throw beads at us -"I mean you -"do you
understand?"

   "Yes," Drew said.

   "And for fuck's sake," Gemma said.  "Don't come inside of our daughter
if she's not on birth control and don't you dare expect me to join you two
and don't. . . ."

   Drew remained quiet and listened.

   His wife continued to talk.

   And he agreed to everything she had to say.

   After. . . .

   "Fuck, Daddy," Vanessa gasped.  Her butt slammed against Drew's hips as
she rode him, facing away and sitting on his dick as he lay naked on her
bed.

   Drew watched his daughter's ass bounce against him.  He was cupping her
cheeks and spreading her open, so he could stare at her pussy lips wrapped
around his dick.  Her asshole shined with sweat.  His thickness stretched
her pink folds thin, and his daughter's cream slid down his shaft and over
his balls.

   "Fuck, princess," Drew moaned.  "My little fuck-princess.  That's my
little girl.  Ride that Daddy dick."

   Vanessa was bent forward.  Her fingers dug into his thighs as she sat on
his prick, her feet planted on the bed, thighs tense.  His cock angled
forward, too hard to bend, and the strain as her pussy opened and closed
around his rod made Drew moan.  He was rock-hard, and every time his
daughter's ass smacked into his groin, his balls slapped her clit, making
his little girl whimper.

   "Oh yeah, Daddy," Vanessa whimpered, "fuck your daughter with your big
dick."

   Drew couldn't take it.  He turned his body to the right, taking his
daughter with him and rolling Vanessa onto her stomach.  She moaned, her
long body now prone with her firm ass arching from the bed.  She looked
over her shoulder at him, glaring, helpless, and he pumped his prick into
her precious pussy until there was no more pussy to fill.

   "Ugh," Vanessa grunted.  "Get it, Daddy.  Get deep -"ugh -"in your
daughter's little hole."

   Tremors shook Vanessa's voice as she spoke.  Drew slid his right hand
through his daughter's hair and made a fist, intertwining his digits with
his daughter's thick strands.  He pulled her head to her right and made
sure she didn't stop looking at him.  He met her eyes, pulled his cock all
the way out so that the head hovered above her open hole and then he
punched his big dick back into her soft flesh.

   "Fuck," Vanessa growled.  Her lip trembled.  "Fuck that teen
daughter-pussy."

   Drew groaned and pulled out.  His daughter could be so fucking filthy.
Vanessa's lower lip trembled in anticipation, and her eyes flicked toward
his cock as if she could see between them from her angle as he punched his
dick back into her pussy hole.

   "Fuck," Vanessa grunted again.

   Drew started fucking his daughter hard. Slap -"slap -"slap. He drove
her body into the bed.  Her ass cheeks rippled.  He pulled out and hammered
back in, using long thrusts to make her grunt.  He grounded his knob
against the bottom of her juicy snatch, watching her flinch.

   "Daddy," Vanessa whimpered, trying to turn her head.

   Drew pumped his hips faster.

   "Daddy-Daddy-Daddy," Vanessa moaned.  Her fingers dug into the
bedspread. Knuckles white.  "You're beating up my pussy." A pink blush
spread across her face.  "Daddy-Daddy-Daddy." His hips slapped against her
ass and his balls smacked against the backs of her thighs.  "Daddy-Daddy
-"your princess is going to come!"

   Drew threw a flurry of fuck-strokes into his daughter's twat.  He let go
of her hair.  She turned forward, sobbing, and then she came.  She spread
her legs wide.  He pulled his prick from her sweetness and watched her
juices squirt onto the bed.  Gasping, Drew grabbed his shaft and stroked,
his body buzzing, his skin tingling, and he came, aiming his crown at his
daughter's asshole.

   Cum shot from his balls.  He howled, not concerned with being quiet. 
Let his wife hear -"Gemma loved it.  They had left the door open so that
she could.  White ropes of jizz splattered his daughter's ass.  He came in
her crack and across her cheeks, her lower back.  When his body stopped
tensing, and his breath stopped trembling, he rubbed the head of his dick
between his daughter's cheeks and tickled her asshole with his knob.

   "Daddy," Vanessa said; shy and elongating his name.  "One day."

   Drew laughed and fell to the side.  She had yet to let him push a finger
into her butt, but she always promised, "One day," while allowing him to
slide his wet tongue through her anal opening and into the dark canal
beyond her asshole.

   "Have you thought about what that's going to cost me?" Drew asked.

   "Don't complain.  When you pay, I get wet, and you get hard."

   "I know." Drew laughed, breathless.  "Who knew buying you gifts would
get me excited.  I'm a sugar-daddy." He laughed, turning red.  "Or a
pay-pig.  I don't know, but it gets me off."

   "Mom is my price," Vanessa said.  "I want Mom to join us.  She does
everything but join us."

   Drew sat up and rubbed his daughter's butt.  He massaged his cum into
her skin and down between her legs.  He cupped the soft folds of her tender
teen twat and fed her kitty his seed.

   "She will," Drew said.  "Mom's breaking down."

   "Mom has a lot of willpower," Vanessa said.  "Too much willpower."

   "Your mother is not an addict." Drew smiled.  "It's a good thing she's
not."

   "I need to shower," Vanessa said.  "I have a dance class to teach."

   "I'm glad you like your job, but had you become a stripper; I could have
come and visited -""

   "Dad," Vanessa said, slapping his hand away.  "You need a meeting if
you think I'm dancing my ass on the laps of other men."

   "I," he said as his cheeks bloomed red, "get carried away with my
thoughts."

   Vanessa rose to her knees and kissed him, her tongue sliding against his
as he held her ass in one hand and palmed her pussy with the other from
behind.  When she tried to get away, Drew pulled her to him by her pussy
and sucked each of his daughter's tits into his mouth in turns.

   "Daddy, I have to shower," Vanessa said after Drew had coated her
nipples with his spit.  She pouted, pushed him away, and smiled as she left
the room.

   Drew walked to his bedroom, his cock nowhere near soft, and it only grew
harder when he saw that his door was open.  Inside, Gemma lay on the bed
wearing a crop top and nothing else.  She lay on her stomach, her legs
spread with both hands beneath her and between her legs.  A thick,
realistic dildo molded after his cock was in her hands and she was sliding
it into her fur-covered pussy.  Her little lips stretched wetly around his
shaft, their pink color stretching so thin that Drew swore they were
transparent.

   "You should have joined us," Dew said as he crawled onto the bed.  He
flopped his dick between his wife's ass cheeks and laid it in her crack.

   "I'm no -"mm -"fucking -"ah -"savage," Gemma moaned.  "She's my
daughter."

   Drew slid his cock between her buns while she dildoed her small, blonde
hole.  He loved her pubic hairs.  He loved coming on them.  He loved
watching his cum dry, and he loved washing her clean.  He loved her.

   "Vanessa wants you to join us," Drew said.  "She's read my journal.  Do
it for our daughter."

   Gemma moaned.

   "She knows you like pussy." He swallowed as his heart sped up.  "I see
the way you look at her.  Your own flesh and blood."

   Gemma grunted and humped her butt up and down on the dildo harder.  Her
cunny rode the rubber cock fast, her strokes smooth, and her butt slid
against the underside of Drew's shaft fast enough to make him shiver.

   "I won't fuck you until you do," Drew whispered into his wife's ear.

   "As if you could -"fucking -"do that," Gemma said, laugh-moaning.

   "Vanessa's going to work." Drew turned his hips in circles against his
wife's butt.  "In her brand new Honda Civic Type R."

   "Sporty fuck," Gemma growled.  "I told you -"ah -"to get her -"mm -"a
used car."

   "She's my princess." Drew kissed his wife's neck.  "I love to spoil
her." His balls touched the bottom of her butt cheeks as he humped his dick
through her crack.

   "Fuck." Gemma lifted her ass and pulled the dildo from her twat.  "Fuck
me, already."

   Drew slid his hips back and slipped his cock through his wife's tight
hole.  He moaned as her cunny walls gripped him, pulling the skin of his
prick back and sending constricted tingles of pleasure through his knob.

   "Oh, baby," Drew said as he pushed his dick all the way into his wife's
pussy.  "You get so fucking hot between your thighs."

   "Mm," Gemma moaned.  "Take it slow, baby.  I heard you give our -"ooh
-"daughter a rough time.  She's too much like you."

   Drew slid his cock into his wife and slipped back out, doing as she
said, taking his time.  He let her feel every inch of his dick as it moved
through her.  He rested his weight atop her, not all of it, but enough to
press her into the mattress and for the warmth between their bodies to turn
into sweat-inducing heat.

   "Speaking of me," Drew whispered.  "Vanessa wants to introduce us to a
few of her students and -""

   "Oh, no!" Gemma said, groaning.  "I'm not having two of you in my home."
She sighed as Drew slid his cock back into her.  "I don't  -"uh -"need two
fucking -"uh -"addicts under my roof."

   Drew smiled and pumped his wife's pussy faster.

   "I don't, I don't, I don't," Gemma chanted, the strength of her voice
fading.

   Drew listened to his wife's words and smiled to himself.  It was two
against one now -"in his favor.  It would be father and daughter versus
mother from now on -"in a good way.

   In a great way.


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