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 Title: With Sabrina


Summary: He looks at his daughter.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Sabrina was sick of it - the same old argument.  "Yes," she said, "I'm
going out like this.  And before you start, don't bother going on at me,
because I'm not listening."

   He looked at her, feeling the shame as illicit desire rose up inside. 
Barry James was hard for his daughter, aroused by the long legs and tight
rump.  Sabrina had her back to him, reaching up on tip-toe for a glass in
the cupboard over the sink.

   "You're too beautiful to be going out dressed like that.  You don't need
to flaunt all you've got.  It makes you look easy." When she turned to face
him, Barry felt the familiar urge to lunge at her.  In his mind's eye he
could see his hands slipping under his daughter's slinky little bootlace
top.  He saw himself pawing those tight little tits and kissing the
glittery lip-gloss right off her mouth.

   The glass thunked onto the counter.  Sabrina sighed and rolled her eyes,
crossing her arms beneath her breasts.  "Did it ever occur to you that I
might just be easy?" She threw her arms wide, tone going strident in her
frustration.  "Maybe I like it when blokes look at me." Letting her father
have both barrels, Sabrina's eyebrows went up to her hairline.  "Maybe it
gets me hot to know they're looking at my legs and my bum and my tits. 
Maybe I love shagging!"

   "Please no," Barry gasped, closing his eyes.

   He couldn't see her, but Barry could still hear when his daughter
finished with, "Maybe I just love fucking."

   Emotions churned in his guts when Barry's imagination conjured up scenes
featuring his daughter involved in depravity.  The images came through all
twisted up with his need: Sabrina, naked, those long legs spread wide for
some anonymous lover completely unworthy of her attention.  He saw her
beautiful face distorted by cock, her pussy accepting an enormous length of
male gristle.

   Barry's throat worked as he gulped down on carnal desires.  He struggled
to suppress the urge to take out his cock and start tugging.  "You
shouldn't say that," he managed to gurgle, confronted by his daughter's
angry stare when he opened his eyes.  "Not to me.  I'm your father."

   "Yeah," snorted Sabrina, arms folding again.  "And I've seen you looking
at me, too."

   That hit him like a punch in the stomach.  The shockwave rolled over
Barry, leaving him gaping and speechless.

   Reeling from it, Barry boggled at the girl: How did she know?

   As though reading his mind, Sabrina thrust her chin out towards her
father.  "You get this look on your face," she informed him.  "Like you
want to do ...  things to me.  Dirty, rude things."

   After what felt like an age, Barry finally gathered himself enough to
groan, "God, no, Sabrina.  How can you...?  How could I...?" Deny it. 
Jesus, deny it!

   "I'm twenty-two, Dad.  I know what a man looks like when he's thinking
dirty thoughts."

   "Buh-but I'm your father ...  I wouldn't ...  I cuh-couldn't," he lied.

   Her smirk, the sly twist to her lips and the narrowing of eyes were a
slap to the face.  "And?" said Sabrina, head moving as she nodded slowly,
her eyes never leaving his face.  "It isn't like people don't fantasise all
the time.  I read stuff on the internet.  It isn't so unusual."

   Sabrina stopped talking, her intense gaze breaking as she took a quick
glance at the front of her father's jeans.  She knew she'd gone too far,
said things which can never be unsaid, but some kind of showdown had been
coming for a while.  All right, yes, it might be a mistake to bring up the
dangerous subject of her own father eyeing her body, but something needed
to be done.  She'd just blurted it out in a moment of anger and it couldn't
be brought back.

   She'd denied the truth when she'd first noticed the unusual attention,
preferring to make up excuses for the way his eyes caressed her exposed
skin.  It was wrong, it was sick: her own dad looking at her that way?

   So why have you been rubbing off thinking about him?  How come you've
been deliberately flaunting yourself when you know he's looking at you?

   Guilt at her culpability settled like a brick in the pit of her stomach
while something dark and illicit uncurled in a place even deeper than that.

   He's hard and you're wet.  The thought of it sent Sabrina towards the
front door.  "I've got to go," she called out.

   *

   Barry couldn't stop himself.  When the door slammed closed he stared at
it for half-a-minute or more.  Then, acting without thinking, he all but
stumbled up the stairs.  Barry went to her room, the vague notion he was
taking it too far somewhere at the back of his mind when he stepped over
the threshold.

   She was in his head as he yanked himself off into her knickers, cum
spurting against the tiny, insignificant triangle of cotton.  Barry thought
about the intimate parts of her the garment had touched, the fabric nestled
tight up against his daughter's vulva, her scent permeating the tight
weave.

   "Shit," Barry hissed, cords in his neck straining as the semen poured
out.  "Oh fuck, my baby, my beautiful girl..." Inside his head she was laid
on the bed, thighs wide while she fucked two fingers into her glistening
pussy.

   The orgasm tapered, the pleasure evaporating, the void filled with a
sudden inrush of guilt.  Barry gaped down at his daughter's underwear, her
knickers defiled with his sin.  He bunched the sodden material in one fist,
then noticed blobs of spunk on the carpet.

   "You're sick," Barry mewled to himself.  "Stop it ...  Jesus ...  What's
the matter with you?"

   The knickers went into his pocket before he made an attempt to erase the
evidence of his perverted transgression.  Barry dabbed at the carpet with a
hand towel he fetched from the bathroom, blotting up cum until all that
remained were a couple of dark patches.

   It was as good as it was going to get, so, with anxiety gnawing his
guts, Barry left the scene of the crime.

   *

   He heard her come home.  Barry levered upright and reached for his
mobile - 1:30 a.m.

   The questions came at him: Where has she been?  What's she been doing?

   And who with?

   There were some noises downstairs, sounds of moving about in the
kitchen; then there was silence for a minute or two, the knock at the
bedroom door taking him by surprise.

   Barry heard the slur in her voice when Sabrina asked, "Are you awake?"

   "Yes," he said into the darkness, then saw his daughter's silhouette
outlined in the pale yellow glow from a streetlight outside.  A halo of
subdued luminescence surrounded Sabrina as she entered her father's
bedroom. Barry watched the shadowy figure come closer, with Sabrina halting
at the foot of the bed.

   "I'm sorry," she said.

   The knife twisted in Barry's guts when he thought about what he'd done
in her underwear, and he was grateful for the dark while mortification
burned in his cheeks.  "I'm sorry, too," mumbled Barry.

   "What for?"

   He sighed, hesitating before continuing with, "For looking at you."
Barry paused, then added, "You were right, Sabrina ...  Exactly right."

   Seconds of silence passed between the pair before Sabrina breathed,
"That's all right, Dad." Barry sensed her shrug, heard it in the tone of
her voice.  "I don't mind, if I'm totally honest."

   The candour shocked him.  Barry lay propped up on his pillows, eyes
wide, mouth hanging open when he listened to her giggle and say, "In fact,
I kind of liked it.  It so dirty and ...  well, it's just wrong."

   "Sabrina, please," Barry gurgled, shocked by this turn of events. 
"What're you saying?  Wuh-what do you mean?"

   "I was with Jonathan tonight," his daughter went on.  "He wanted to fuck
me," she said.

   "Don't tell me," gasped Barry.  "I don't want to know." But even as the
words came out of his mouth, he was picturing Sabrina on her hands and
knees, a man's hands on her hips as she thrust back onto his thick, veiny
dick.

   "There's nothing to know," Sabrina informed him.  "He was mad for me,
really banging on about wanting to do it.  But," she continued, tone
dropping to a murmur, "I didn't let him.  I didn't want to."

   The shadowy form moved from the foot of the bed.  Barry watched
open-mouthed as his daughter approached the side of the bed.

   "Wuh-what are you doing?" he stammered when the mattress dipped under
her weight.

   "Sitting down," she replied.

   Barry shifted his rump sideways to put some space between himself and
his daughter.  His heart leapt inside the cage of his ribs, confusion
clouding his thoughts.

   "Dad..." she began.

   Barry heard her sigh, wondering what she was going to say.  "Oh God,
Sabrina ...  What?"

   Time slipped past, long seconds of agony in the middle of the night.

   "Well, I was wondering...?

   "When you look at me ...  are you thinking about...?

   "You know, doing things?"

   It was too much.  She'd gone too far.  "For God's sake, Sabrina,"
croaked Barry.  "What kind of man do you think I am?"

   Her chuckle came out of the dark.  "One who looks at his daughter's
tits."

   "Stop it," he whined.

   "Tell me," Sabrina insisted.

   "I can't.  It's..."

   "But I want you to," whispered his daughter.  "I want to know all of
it."

   Barry could hear the deep, rapid lub of his heart in his ears, blood
surging through him as all was quiet between them for several interminable
moments.

   Then another cold wave of shock hit him when Sabrina purred, "I've
played with myself, you know." The bed moved as she shifted around. 
"Knowing you look at me ...  Well, it gets me all turned on and ...  and
... you know," she eventually finished.

   His hand went to his cock without Barry intending it to do so.  He
gulped when he found himself swollen and hard, a moan bubbling out when he
squeezed at his shaft.

   "I think about how beautiful you are," he admitted, again thankful for
the cover of darkness.  There was no way he could make this humiliating
admission if she could see his face.

   "Do you think about me nude?" the girl whispered.

   "God yes," Barry replied, his fist beginning to work up and down.

   "Duh-do you think about ...  about touching?"

   "God yes, baby," groaned Barry as the insanity took hold.

   "What else?" murmured Sabrina, her voice clotted and thick.

   Barry moaned and gasped, "All of it."

   "Are you wanking right now?"

   "I'm sorry, baby, I can't help it."

   "Don't worry," she whimpered, "I'm playing too."

   Lust exploded inside Barry when the image of his daughter fingering her
sex came into his mind.  He saw it again, her face twisted with agonised
delight as she chewed on her lower lip and fucked those digits into her
sex.

   "Sabrina," he moaned, "what are we doing?"

   "It's bad, isn't it?" his daughter replied on a groan.  "But I don't
want to stop doing it, Dad.  I'm so fucking horny..."

   "We shouldn't..." Barry grunted, knowing he wanted to.

   "But we are..."

   Pleasure swept over him as he cranked at his cock.  Barry grunted and
moaned, tugging hard at his length, the bed dipping and rocking.

   "Move over," he heard.  "I can't do it like this.  I have to open my
legs."

   Then Sabrina was alongside him, her shape an indistinct blur.  He could
make out the darker shade of her legs, feeling her urgency by the way the
bed moved as she went at her sex with one hand.

   "Can I watch you?" moaned Barry, desperate to see her face as she
wanked.

   "Daddy, kiss me," the girl moaned after flicking on the lamp at her side
of the bed.  "I'm gonna come."

   Semen burst out of him when Barry looked on the reality for the first
time.  She was more beautiful than he'd imagined as she gazed at him
through eyes glazed with desire.  Sabrina had her bootlace top yanked up
over her breasts, nipples all tight in the coins of their areolae.  She
sobbed and groaned and worked a hand down at her vulva, the skin smooth and
bare, the pronounced mound completely cleared of the girl's pubic bush.

   His daughter was nude from the waist down, her skirt and underwear
discarded at the side of the bed.  Barry had a few moments to notice the
smooth perfection of her long legs and a flat stomach tensing with effort
before the surge squirted out of his cock.

   "Fucking kiss me," squealed Sabrina.  "Wank it all out and kiss me while
I come."

   *

   She was looking at him with shock in her eyes while also gasping for
air. Sabrina blinked and tore her gaze away from her father's face, her
focus going down to where blobs of his semen glistened against her skin.

   "You came all over me," the girl groaned, rolling her eyes.

   Barry was as stunned as his daughter, his cock still in his fist as he
wondered what the hell had just happened.  "I ...  We..." Barry began.  He
couldn't form a coherent sentence because he simply couldn't believe the
reality in which he existed.

   "Jesus, Dad ...  I'm plastered in cum." Sabrina smeared her own father's
gloop over her stomach, her palm coming up tacky and gooey.  "Look at it
all," she said on a moan, her hand going down to her sex.  "That was so
fucking filthy ...  And you kissed me," she whined.

   "Sabrina, what are you doing?" gasped Barry, boggling at the sight of
his daughter slipping a forefinger over her clit.  He could still taste the
wine on her breath.

   She told him, "Wanking again.  I need to come."

   "But," blurted Barry.  "You can't, you shouldn't even be here.  We
shouldn't have done it.  Oh God, what have we done?"

   Her laugh cut him short.  Sabrina groaned, "But we did, though, didn't
we?" Her hips came up, buttocks lifting away from the bed while she
fingered and rubbed at her sex.  "Don't think about it now," mumbled
Sabrina.  "None of it matters.  It's the middle of the night ...  it's just
us, Dad.  Don't let it drive you mental.  Can't we just enjoy it?  It's
only messing about ...  It isn't like we've been fucking."

   "No," Barry wailed, the horror rising inside him.  "Jesus, just stop it
...  Get out!"

   "But I don't want to," his daughter replied.

   And when she reached for his cock, Barry knew he was lost.

   *

   Sabrina jacked at her father with one hand, the other busily goading her
pussy towards a vehement climax.  She felt it coming, the pleasure rushing
in, her father's thick dick a solid mass in her fist.

   "You like this, don't you?" gurgled Sabrina.  In the moments before she
came, she looked at his face, and went on with, "You've come but you're
still hard ...  You can't fool me, Dad, you're as excited as I am."

   Barry couldn't stop her from doing it.  He was appalled at what he was
allowing to happen, aghast at the level of sin.  This was his daughter
tugging his cock.  It was Sabrina with his cum smeared all over her skin.
It was depraved and sordid, a crime against morality, the wrongest of
wrongs...

   But, God, wasn't she just so fucking beautiful.  Sabrina might be his
own flesh-and-blood, but Barry couldn't stop lusting after her youthful
perfection.  He understood, on a distant level, the daylight would see him
wracked with remorse.  There would be a hell of a price to pay for this he
was sure.  But, as his daughter wailed and moaned and writhed in her
climax, Barry didn't care.

   Sabrina let go of her father's erection when her orgasm hit.  She
couldn't maintain any momentum, her senses overwhelmed by the absolute
bliss of her climax.  Barry watched it happen while slowly stroking his
length, keeping himself primed until his daughter's juddering eventually
ceased.

   "Fuck, that was good," groaned Sabrina, throat working as she swivelled
her face towards her father's shocked gaze.  "Daddy," she croaked, eyeing
his cock.  "Can I get on that thing?  I'm so fucking horny ...  I just need
to fuck."

   Barry grimaced and nodded, the words like a punch in the gut.  The same
confusion of feelings went through him, but in the end his desire proved
too strong.  "Anything you want, baby," he groaned.  "I'll take whatever
tomorrow brings.  Tonight," he added, cranking himself hard.  "Tonight,"
Barry repeated after a groan, "I'm damned, Sabrina.  I'll go to hell for
doing it with you, but I want you so much..."

   The next thing he knew she was straddling his thighs, her hand holding
him upright, the big cock-head nudging her body.  Sabrina splayed her folds
with the tips of her fingers, rubbing her father over her clit before
gazing into his startled expression.

   "We're going to fuck," mumbled the girl, poised on the brink of the act.

   "God, Sabrina, I know ...  Isn't it crazy!" Barry wasn't sure of his
sanity as he looked up at his daughter.  He understood what they were doing
was against all society's conventions.  God, if anyone ever found out...

   "I don't care about crazy," Sabrina replied, eyes glazed, her jaw
hanging slack.

   "Then do it," urged Barry.  He clasped his hands round her waist,
fingers finding her flesh firm.  Touching his daughter gave Barry a thrill,
and he groaned when he realised he could lay his hands on her most intimate
places, parts of Sabrina which were taboo a few minutes ago.

   "I don't believe I'm actually here," moaned the girl.  "With you, like
this..."

   "You are, baby," Barry replied, his palms moving up to her breasts. 
"Jesus, you're so bloody gorgeous."

   "Daddy, you're huge," whined Sabrina a few seconds later.  She had Barry
inside her up to his balls, the full length of his cock splitting her open,
the dense bulk of her father stretching her pussy.

   Barry gasped and blinked, not quite sure it was real until she started
to move.  "Sweetheart ...  darling," he moaned.  "That's really you on top
of me, isn't it?  Oh my God, Sabrina, it's really you."

   Sabrina rocked back and forth, eyes closing in rapture while she
savoured the feeling of holding her own father deep.  She whined and
groaned with the excitement of it.  This wasn't any dirty, furtive fantasy
in her own bed, and those weren't her fingers stretching her open; she was
on top of her father, his hard cock buried inside up to his nuts.  Jesus,
she thought, I'm fucking my dad!

   "It's me, Daddy," mumbled Sabrina while pressing the palms of her hands
against his chest.  She worked up-and-down on the shaft, buttocks slapping
down hard while Sabrina grunted and wailed.

   Barry's fingers dug into his daughter's buttocks while he used his heels
against the bed to give him to leverage he needed.  He lunged up to meet
her, palms full of Sabrina's backside, and, after that, for the next few
minutes, father and daughter rutted together in a mindless, instinctive and
very robust coupling.  They both moaned and gasped and blurted their
pleasure, both stunned by the reality, yet also eagerly complicit in their
incest.

   Sabrina curled forward, coming to rest on her elbows, her breasts
pressed between them while she grinned at her father.  "Isn't this
gorgeous," she whined, rolling her eyes.  "Isn't it filthy?  How do you
feel, fucking your daughter?"

   Barry pushed his fingers through her hair.  He growled and pulled her
down closer, eyes gleaming as he growled, "As good as it is for you fucking
your father."

   Then they kissed, tongues swirling while Sabrina gasped her excitement
into Barry's open mouth.

   "I want you from behind," Barry insisted when the kiss broke.

   "Fuck yeah," Sabrina squeaked, instantly rolling away.  She flung her
leg across her father's body, his long cock slipping out.  The girl moved
onto all fours, grinning at Barry while wriggling her rump, her face turned
towards him as she looked back over one shoulder.  "Put it back in," urged
the girl.  Sabrina splayed her buttocks with the fingers of one hand, the
tacky folds splitting with sticky reluctance.

   Barry eyed his daughter's glistening core, thinking how lovely she was
as he jacked his length and shuffled in on his knees.  "What a body," he
gasped, nudging Sabrina's opening.

   "Fuck me," the girl groaned in reply, head lolling loose when she felt
him easing inside.  "Go on, Daddy, fuck it.  Smash me with that big
thing..."

   They went at it again, with Barry working hard to make his daughter
squeal and groan.  Every ebullient yelp and cry of delight spurred him to
go harder, his cock a greasy piston all buttery with his daughter's
arousal.

   "Not like this," yelped Sabrina when Barry groaned he was close.  "I
want to watch your face when you do it," she snarled, rolling forward and
away from her dad.  "I want to kiss when you're coming."

   "Cuh-can I do it inside you?" asked Barry.  He gaped down at the sight
of Sabrina laid on her back, legs wide while she fingered her sex.

   "Yes please," the girl purred, dipping a forefinger into her opening. 
"That would be perfect.  Feeling you letting it go into my pussy..."

   Barry had a distant notion to enquire if it would be entirely safe to
flood his daughter with semen, but seeing her displayed as she was, her
pretty face twisted with yearning, blew any reticence away.  Like the
incest, he'd worry about it all later.

   Then the couple moaned together when Barry's cock found his daughter's
desire.

   At Sabrina's insistence, Barry hooked the backs of her knees over his
forearms, the girl angling her pelvis to meet the robust instroke in such a
way her clit found some friction.

   "Smash me," urged Barry's daughter again, eyes like slits set on his
face.  She gnawed on her bottom lip and crinkled her nose at him, an eyelid
dropping down in a lascivious wink.  Barry gasped with the shock of it when
Sabrina gasped at him to, "Use my cunt to wank off.  Batter that pussy."

   "Jesus," he groaned in response.  "That's bad, baby."

   Her reply was a blurted laugh of delight.  Sabrina grinned at her
father, teasing him with her expression, hips starting to move.

   All Barry could do was go with her.

   *

   They were kissing when Barry flooded his daughter with cum.  She had him
trapped inside the loop of her legs, which were crossed at the ankles at
the small of his back.  Sabrina hugged her father in close, shunting her
pelvis to milk him of jizm.

   "Love me," the girl breathed when she felt Barry swelling inside her. 
"Daddy, please love me."

   "Oh, Sabrina, I do," Barry managed to groan.  "I love you so much..."

   He juddered and grunted, his essence bathing his daughter's cervix while
Sabrina moaned on about love.

   "How can this be wrong," gasped Barry when he could think logically once
more.  He eased up onto straight arms to look down at his daughter beneath
him, his cock still embedded.

   "It isn't for us," whispered Sabrina.  "I don't care what anyone else
thinks.  Nobody knows about us doing this." She shifted her rump and slid a
finger over her clit.  After wincing and gasping she then added, "I want to
do it again.  I don't want to stop doing this with you.  It's perfect," she
sighed, slowly moving her hips to coax the last bit of feeling from Barry
before he went limp and slipped out.  "I love you; I feel safe with you;
you're the perfect man to make love with..."

   Barry felt the enormity of it swelling his chest.  He gasped at the
implications, his mind working with computer-quick speed.

   "You mean you want us to...?  You want us to be lovers?" he whispered
after a pause.  "As in properly together?" Barry rolled away from his
daughter when he realised his arms and back were aching.  He flung an arm
over his forehead, still sucking in air following the frantic coupling with
Sabrina.

   She was on top of him in an instant, her sinuous body draped over his.

   "Why not?" the girl asked, eyebrows twin arches of enquiry as she stared
down at his face.  "Wouldn't it just be perfect?"

   "Until we got caught."

   She grimaced and rolled her eyes.  "How would we get caught?"

   "What if you meet someone and fall in love?  What if you get pregnant?"
The last filled Barry with dread.  He couldn't imagine anything more awful.

   "The pregnancy thing can be fixed," Sabrina shot back.  "You could get a
vasectomy-"

   Barry blinked, surprised by his daughter's quick response.  "What?" he
spluttered, levering up onto forearms and elbows.

   "Okay, it's quite simple." Sabrina was laid on her side, head on her
fist, an elbow jammed into the bed.  "I want to do this again and again ...
I don't want to stop.  You just said how can this be wrong." Sabrina jutted
her chin at him in emphasis.  "You said you loved me...

   "And I want to keep doing it, Dad."

   "This is too much," Barry hissed, closing his eyes.  He blinked at the
girl, carnal desires rising again when he saw how beautiful she was.  God,
that body ...  That face...  "I need to think," he groaned, then added, "It
must be two in the morning."

   "Do you want me to leave?" The bed bounced and shook as Sabrina climbed
out.  She stood alongside, a hand cupped down between her legs.

   Barry took in the feminine shape of his only daughter.  He looked at her
face, her breasts, the cinch of her waist, and the sweep of her hips. 
Desire was a visceral tug, love a warm bloom in his chest, his decision
coming in an instant.

   He shook his head, paradoxically thrilled and terrified by what lay
ahead as he said, "No, baby.  I want you to come back to bed." Barry
sighed, his eyes dropping to the sheets.  "Stay with me tonight.  We can
talk more when it gets light."

   There was a brief pause from Sabrina, then she nodded and pouted while
saying, "I'll go and clean up ...  Jesus," she added on a gasp.  "How much
of that stuff did you give me?"

   "I don't know," Barry replied, thinking about the episode with his
daughter's underwear.  He eyed the dried and crusty semen he'd poured over
her stomach, wondering how he'd managed to come three times in a matter of
hours.  Then his focus returned to the beautiful girl, and the answer was
obvious.  He groaned out a low, "God, you're lovely Sabrina."

   She smiled at him, head canting to one side.  "I'll be back in a
minute." At the door to the en-suite, Sabrina paused and turned.  "Are we
going to sleep together in that bed every night from now on?"

   Barry sucked in a deep breath, locked his gaze on his daughter's, and
said, "If that's what you want."

   Sabrina grinned at the capitulation in her father's tone.  "I do, Daddy.
I do."

   "Then that's what'll happen."

   Barry caught a quick glimpse of Sabrina's buttocks before she moved out
of the bedroom.  He moaned at the memory of their texture beneath his palms
and fingers when he'd kneaded and squeezed his daughter's backside.

   "Dear God, what have we started?" he murmured.


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