Quinn, Male, 41

	- Narrator, project manager, father of Tera

	- 6'0, beige skin, 190lbs, wavy blonde-brown hair a few inches long

Tera, Female, 15

	- High School Freshman, daughter of Quinn

	- 5'7, pale-beige skin, 135lbs, shoulder-length bright copper-red hair

Abby (Abigail), Female, 16

	- High School Sophomore, friend of Tera

	- 5'11, medium-beige skin, 155 lbs, back-length yellow-blonde hair in a braid

Day 1.021

"Young girl, get out of my mind
My love for you is way out of line
Better run girl
You're much too young girl..."

"That was 'Young Girl' by Gary Puckett and the Union Gap from 1968. One that takes us all back to the days when rock was young, and we were, too. Coming up, a classic from Buddy Holly..."

I wasn't surprised to hear Gary Puckett crooning his warning to his young lover as I blinked the sleep from my eyes after the late night with Yvette. I'd established for certain that being in my home wasn't required for me to reboot back into my bed each evening.

I'd been stuck for three weeks of Fridays as this point, and it was on day twenty-one that I realized I'd forgotten what it was like to progress normally through time. It was odd to think how normal it was to replay, over and over, the same handful of hours, and be offered the same choices each and every time. In some ways, it felt very powerful. I knew I could, in a sense, predict the 'future', could take risks and discover what effects my choices had each time. I could learn, tweak, and pursue goals so long as my window of time was enough to get there.

It was also very claustrophobic in many ways. No matter what I did, no matter what interactions I had each night, the next would wipe away the events which played out the night before from everyone but me. Every time, I had to ensure that my daughter didn't have a terrible night with Curt, which always meant making her sad, at least for a while. I'd been selfish often, slashing Curt's tires before waiting for my daughter to head to bed disappointed before heading off to have my own fun.

I went downstairs determined to find a new way to ensure Tera had a better night. I knew that doing more of the 'perfect date' nights with her would bring me too close to the fantasies boiling in my head. They made me draw closer to Tera, and not just in a fatherly way. The longer this strange looped-night went on, the harder it was to ignore the growing attraction to my own daughter. I'd seen her fiery pubes, her thin, fifteen-year old silt. I'd smelled her moist panties and listened while she masturbated. It was becoming too strong, and I needed a solution that sent Tera to bed each night on a happier note without drawing me closer to her in a non-platonic way.

In the kitchen, I fired up the coffee maker and smiled at my daughter. Tera was leaning against the counter, wearing only a white bra and dark-blue cotton panties. The first time I'd seen that sight three weeks ago, there had been nothing sexual in my thoughts. Now, however, my eyes were briefly drawn down to where her underwear disappeared between her thighs, just the hint of her sex visible as small protrusions on the fabric. I double checked that my cock was still in my boxers, and went about the normal motions, conversing with Tera until she headed upstairs to dress, then slashing Curt's tires, and waiting for her to call him. After she hung up, words I'd heard several times before were predictably said again.

“All his tires are flat so he canceled on me. Ugh... another Friday night like every other.”

I sympathized, “Sorry, Sweetheart.”

She let out a frustrated groan, said, “I'm just going to go to bed, Dad. Ugh.”

I hugged her tight a moment, her body warm against mine. She wrapped her arms around my back loosely. I slid my hands along her waist lightly, winning the fight against my urges for the moment, caught up as a father trying to console his frustrated daughter. I kissed Tera's cheek lightly, started to sway with her.

She pulled her head to the side, an eyebrow raised, “are you dancing with me, Dad?”

I shrugged, “someone should. You look gorgeous tonight. Come on, just one dance.”

Tera held a bemused smile. “There's no music...”

“Want me to sing to you?”

“Jesus, Dad. No. Seriously. I've heard you sing... please, no.”

“Fine. One second.” I led her to the living room and picked a station I knew she liked from the radio. A moderately-paced pop song was playing, so I took her waist and started to lead her through a simple dance step. At first, Tera just let me move her around, but she slowly started to smile, eventually putting her hands on my shoulder and enjoying the music.

Tera had always loved to dance. Almost as soon as she started walking, she was dancing to most any song. People always loved to watch her, commenting on her enthusiasm and her beautiful coppery-red hair. Even as she grew up and started to mature, I'd often seen her dancing easily in the living room or at the mall, never much caring who was watching. It wasn't the first dance I'd shared with my daughter, but it was the first since I'd started becoming physically attracted to her.

I kept myself under control, and as one song moved on to a second, we moved together easily. She was a much better dancer than I was, and soon she was starting to lead me through a more complicated set of steps. Tera was smiling by then, laughing at my more awkward style.

As the second song ended and a commercial interrupted the moment, she stopped and I did the same. She smiled at me, leaned closer, and kissed my cheek, close to my lips. I don't know if it was intentional, but it was a couple of inches away from her usual spot on my cheek, the edge of her lips brushing the edge of mine. Tera held there just a moment before pulling back.

“Thanks, Sweetie. I love dancing with you, you know.”

“I know... it's fun.” Tera let out a long breath. “So... now what...”

I said, “well, you are all dressed up. Isn't there a teen dance hall downtown? I could drop you off.”

She shrugged, “yeah. I dunno. Still kinda mad at Curt.”

“I bet if you went dancing you'll have some fun. Any of your friends out tonight?”

“Sure, most of them. Everybody but me, probably. I guess some of them might go dancing.”

“That settles it. Give me a few minutes to shower and get dressed. I may head out for a drink while you go dance.”

“Ok.” Tera held my eyes a moment, then looked away, a measured look on her face. “Dad... why don't you ever date? It's been a few years since Mom...”

Thoughts of the last three weeks went through my head. I'd been on a date of sorts with Yvette, had sex with several women. I realized then just how hard it was to separate my memories and my timeline from everyone else's. No other person had those events in their timelines, and responding to Tera's question took a bit of thought.

“I dunno... just... hasn't been the right time, I guess. I have you, that's always been enough for me.”

“Aww...” Tera hugged me, again kissed me just off my lips. This time, she held a moment longer, her breasts pressed against me firmly. My hands instinctively wrapped around her, fingers resting just inches from where her fifteen-year old ass pushed out against the red dress. Tera whispered, “I love you, Dad. Really, thanks for everything.”

I nodded, found myself conflicted again as my penis threatened to throb and rise against where her stomach pressed into me. I kissed her cheek, then broke away before my growing erection gave me away. “I'll be just a few minutes.”

- - -

I pulled up at the teen center which hosted dances every Friday night. She spotted one of her friends as we parked by the curb. I left the car running as I got out and moved around to escort Tera to the door. A parent was required to sign a consent form for anyone under the age of sixteen, and Tera's friend Abigail rushed up and hugged Tera immediately, talking excitedly. The blonde girl was sixteen and had been over to my house a few times to hang out with Tera, once or twice for a sleepover when she was much younger.

Abigail had shot up, almost six-feet tall, blonde-hair down to her waist and pulled back into a long, intricate braid. She wore a long purple dress which accented her large, round breasts and somewhat hid her nice, young curves. Abby, as her friends called her, spotted me and smiled. “Mr. Kitchner! Gonna join us tonight?”

“Hello, Abigail. Uh... don't think so.”

“Abby, Mr. Kitchner. Please.”

“Quinn, then, Abby.”

“Seriously. Come on! I'll dance with you.” She was giving me a big smile, and I couldn't tell if it was innocent exuberance or something a little more suggestive. Tera was eyeing me with a bemused expression.

“Isn't this a teen dance?”

“Yeah, but parents are allowed in with their kids. Helps keep things... under control...” I'd never known Abby to be forward at all, she'd always been somewhat reserved around me, though admittedly it had been over a year and several inches since she'd last been to my house. When she slid her arm around my waist and leaned against me, I looked at Tera for help. Abby said, “it'll be fun! Come on, just one dance.”

I hadn't planned to do any such thing, and I couldn't tell if it was amusement or dread on Tera's face. I had put on a nice pair of slacks and a collared shirt in expectation of going back to Champions or perhaps to an adult dance club, so I was dressed the part. Abby's body began to feel warm against me, her fingers dancing ever-so-lightly along my waist. That decided it easily.

“Ok... One dance.” I looked at my daughter. “Only if Tera's ok with it.”

Tera shrugged, “whatever, Dad. Don't embarrass me.”

“I'll do my best.”

- - -

Inside, the club music was pounding loudly, the dance floor covered by several dozen teens and three or four parents. Tera shot away as soon as we were inside and I lost sight of her quickly. Abby took my hand and led me straight to the dance floor. The tall blonde sixteen-year old immediately started bouncing to the beat, turned toward me and smiled. I matched her movements and in moments, I was actually enjoying myself.

At first, it was just innocent fun. As one song led into another fast-paced tune, Abby and I danced near each other, occasionally sharing a smile or a laugh. I didn't see Tera anywhere, which I supposed was intentional on her part. I was able to forget about my lurid thoughts of my daughter a while as Abby began to get closer and closer to me.

The in-house DJ announced that there had been a request for a love song, and the hammering beats turned into a slow, twinkling piano and soft lyrics. Abby stopped dancing, and I did the same. I smiled at her, turned to leave the dance floor.

She took my hand, looking into my eyes, said, “come on, I'm having fun. One more?”

I hesitated. The girl was sixteen, my daughter's friend, tall and beautiful. It was one thing to jump around to a hard-driving beat, it was another to slow dance with her. Her hand squeezed mine and I took a step towards her, putting a hand gently on her waist. The heat of her flesh radiated against mine as she looked at me, smiling.

Abby held my hand, her other resting on my back, and together we started to slow dance as the singer affirmed his love for the woman of his life. Abby rested her head against my shoulder, her body slightly leaning against me, her hand moving lower just an inch or two, just above my butt. Mine did the same, shifting from her hip to the small of her back.

Together, we moved in small motions, our bodies growing warm together. I felt arousal and shame at once, uncertain that I liked the idea of Tera seeing me holding Abby like that, certain that I was enjoying the tall sixteen-year old against me. The dance floor had mostly emptied, only a handful of couples locked together in slow movements.

Abby sighed as we danced, and without thinking, I kissed the top of her head. She looked at me, smiling, kissed my shoulder, then leaned against me once more. It seemed the sixteen-year old was enjoying it as much as I was.

The song ended and I took a step back from her. My cock was half-hard from the arousing moments together with Abby, and I felt great confusion at what to do next. I spotted Tera moving back to the dance floor as the next tune picked up the pace and was quickly pounding out the next energetic club song.

Despite my arousal, I decided to break away before I got too deep. “Think I'll sit this one out. Thanks for the dance, Abby.”

“Aww... sure you don't want one more dance with me?”

“Loved it, but I... I think I should go find a seat... before anyone starts thinking I'm some old pervert or something.”

She laughed, replied, “who cares, right? I liked it...”

“Still...” I took her hand and gave it a quick kiss, “probably best that I let you get back to your friends. Thanks for the dance, Abby.”

The tall blonde looked disappointed as I made my way through the dancing teens and stood off to the side. I saw her watch me a moment before she was lost in the crowd, and I took the opportunity to leave the teen center.

I was sweating as I walked down the sidewalk, thoughts of Abby racing through my head. I turned over a million scenarios, knew that I had a non-zero chance of doing something more than dancing with the teen. I felt guilty at the thought, felt worse that Tera might have watched me slow-dancing with her friend. I settled onto a bar stool moments later at an Irish pub called Kirrick's.

For the next few hours, I sipped Guinness and let fantasies of Abby play out in my head. I knew I'd be faced with a choice of pursuing her, but I had yet to make up my mind when Tera texted me and let me know she was leaving the dance center and waiting on me to take her home.

I pulled the car around and my daughter slid in. Her skin glistened with sweat, her flesh flushed and her smile warm and lovely. “Have fun tonight?” I asked as we drove away.

“Mmm-hmm. Yeah, that was fun.”

“Dance with any boys you like?”

“Nosy much, Dad?”

“Of course. Whoever my daughter is shaking her booty with is my business,” I said with a grin.

“Well, I wasn't shaking my booty with anyone, thank you, but I did dance with a couple of guys. Mostly just danced alone, but it was fun.” She looked at me, said, “looked like you were having fun, too...”

I felt a bit nervous, finally replied, “uh, yeah. Abby is a sweet girl.”

“I was surprised you slow-danced with her. She's usually not much for that sort of thing. I think maybe she has a crush on you.” She giggled. “And maybe you have a crush on her, too?”

I shook my head, “no, no. She's too young, way too young. Just having a good time.”

“I dunno, Dad. Looked like you two got pretty close before you left. Abby kept asking if you were coming back. I think she likes you.”

I didn't respond.

Tera asked, “Wow, no denial? I guess you do have a thing for her...”

“It was... just a dance, Tera. Just a dance. Just playing along, you know? Doesn't she have a boyfriend, anyway?”

“Nah, they broke up a month ago. He was kinda a dick to her in the end.”

“Ah.”

Tera leaned in to me, giggling, “so should I pass her a note asking if she likes you?”

“Knock it off, Tera. You know that's not happening. It was just in fun.” I couldn't help sweating.

“Ok, ok... just teasing, Dad. Besides, I didn't give her permission to date you, just for the dance. You're mine until I say otherwise.” She laughed again, and I joined her with a forced one of my own. “So... maybe you'll start thinking about dating again. Not Abby, obviously, but you did seem to enjoy her company.” Tera looked at me as I drove. “It's time, Dad. You need some company. I think you'd make someone a great boyfriend. I'd like to see you date again.”

I nodded. “We'll see. I admit it did feel nice to dance with Abby, maybe I do miss that more than I thought.”

- - -

Inside our house, Tera turned on the radio again, tuned it to a station playing love songs. She looked at me a moment, then said, “one more with me, ok? Just having fun, right?”

I shrugged and took my daughter's hand, rested my other on her hip. She started to sway with me, soon matching Abby's form by resting her head against me. Tera's left breast pressed into me, and I could feel her hard nipple through our clothing. I tried to imagine it was Abby I was holding and rocking softly, but Tera was ever-present.

The smell of her was arousing, wonderful. She smelled lightly-sweaty, sweet, her perfume long-worn off, but the aroma of Tera's body was a bouquet of confusing scents. I kissed the top of her head, felt her lips press against my neck, holding there a moment. I pulled her tighter, letting the moment take hold. We danced together through three songs, my cock hard in my pants, my fingers just an inch from the cleft at the top of her fifteen-year old ass.

I finally turned a bit, smiled at my daughter, kissed her cheek, the edge of our lips touching. I held there, lost myself in the moment, felt her kiss me back. We were so close to each other that I could feel the heat of her body radiate onto mine. She shifted slightly, brought herself square with me, wrapped her arms around my neck. She pressed against me, kissing my cheek again, and my bulge pressed against her stomach.

Tera didn't move, just held me like that a moment. I fought mixed emotions, frightened that she'd be horrified at what was pushing against her, aroused by her nearness, her softness. Tera finally looked up, offered me a sleepy smile, not moving away as she said, “thanks, Dad... I really enjoyed tonight. Maybe we go again tomorrow night after the lake. Maybe you'll want to dance with me instead of Abby then.”

I kissed her forehead, pulled her tight against me, aware again of how my penis pushed against my daughter's body. “I'd like that, Tera. I'd like that a lot.”

- - -

Day 1.022

I woke the next morning having made my decision. I thought that, perhaps, if I were to press my luck with Abby, maybe, just maybe, I'd get out of my system whatever it was that was attracting me to my own daughter. Maybe it was her youth, her inexperience, her innocence. Perhaps if I satisfied that with Abby, I could push down the urge to do more with my daughter than just dance.

We went back to the teen center that evening, and once more I danced with Abby, the slow dance as enjoyable this time as it was the first. When the fourth song came on, I stayed out there, and Abby was once again bouncing near me, closer this time, occasionally coming into contact with my hips.

A few more songs went by before another slow tune came on, and again, Abby leaned into me and we shared soft movements together. Her hand drifted lower on my back, hovering just over the top of my ass. I let mine do the same, and when she purred against me, I let it slide further, my fingers resting along the upper part of her butt cheek.

She looked at me and smiled, her tall body moving in a way which brought my hand lower, lower, soon I had an ass cheek fully in my grasp. I squeezed gently, feeling like a nervous teen. When she did the same to me, I knew I was going to have a fun night.

We kept our movements somewhat hidden, just occasionally letting our hands move over each other's asses, the presence of other nearby couples allowing us to hide our touches from others. I kissed her forehead again, let my fingers run lightly down the crack of her ass to dip closer and closer to where I knew her sixteen-year old pussy was probably wet and swollen.

When the slow song ended and another pounding track took over, Abby looked up at me, a clear question in her expression. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “would you like to go somewhere more private?”

She whispered back, “yes.”

“Follow me.”

I led her off the dance floor, my eyes darting to see if Tera was watching. I didn't see my daughter anywhere and, though she would never remember it the next day, I hoped she hadn't noticed me leaving with her friend.

Once outside, I took Abby's hand and led her to my car, opening the door for her. She looked beautiful in her purple dress, her long blonde hair neatly pulled back in a braid. I got in the driver's side, and before I fired up the engine, I looked at her with a smile. She returned it, and I leaned over to her.

Abby's lips were trembling as I kissed her. At first, it was just a lip-kiss, sweet and almost innocent. But after a moment, her lips parted and so did mine, and our heads tilted as we sank into that moment. Abby moaned into my mouth as I ran my hand to her hair, gently stroking her neck and her back. I pulled away a moment, saw the arousal in her eyes, asked, “are you sure you want this?”

She nodded, “yes.”

“Shall we go back to my place for a while?”

“Ok.”

I pulled back to my seat and started the engine. I rested one hand on her knee, felt her trembling there, too. Her hand slid over my hand, her fingers entangling with mine, a giggling-smile on her face. As I drove, I slowly stroked her just above her knee, each time moving further and further up her leg.

By the time we pulled into my driveway, my hand was resting against her inner thigh, just inches from where heat radiated off her genitals. The sixteen-year old's eyes looked into mine, and for a few minutes, we sat in the car kissing, my hand daring to move even closer, sliding down her thigh, teasing her flesh through her dress.

I led us inside and up to my bedroom. I kissed her again, let my fingers close over her lovely young ass, caressing her and pulling her tight against me, my hard cock obvious as it pressed against her body. She was clearly nervous and expecting me to take the lead, and I was more than willing to do that.

As I led her to her back, she asked quietly, “do you have a condom?”

I froze. I didn't, of course. I wanted to fuck the girl so badly, but after the way I'd treated Shelly, I was never going to force anything like that again. “Uh... no...”

Abby looked very disappointed. “Oh... I'm not on birth control...”

I was disappointed too, but I wasn't going to let that stop us from having a pleasurable time together. “Well, we can still enjoy each other without intercourse, right? How about you just lay back and let me show you how much I am enjoying you right now...”

I kissed her again, then ran my lips to her neck. Abby sighed, started panting, my hand soon cupping her full teen breasts through her dress. I breathed in her ear and sucked gently on her earlobe. Her arms wrapped around my head, holding me against her. I felt her knee slide to my groin, her leg slowly moving against me as I throbbed in my slacks.

I peeled down the top of her purple dress. She wore no bra, and her full, pert tits spilled out, the firmness and tenderness of youth obvious on her flesh. Her pale nipples were the size of quarters, tight dark-pink nipples hard on the tips. I fondled them as I kissed down her neck to her chest, then sucked Abby's breasts, her moans becoming louder and more wonderful.

I sucked one then the other, caressing her stomach, stroking her thighs. I pulled back a moment and helped her stand up, then, as I kissed her lips, I pushed her dress down to her ankles. She stepped out of it, her hands around me, holding me tight against her body. I ran a hand down her stomach. She twitched as I tickled her tender flesh. My fingers slid over her panties, the fabric moist against my skin.

She purred as I slid her panties down past her thighs and to the floor. She watched me, eager and nervous as I pushed her onto her back again and climbed over her. Abby's legs parted on their own, and for a moment, I rested over her, kissing her lips, the smell from her warm genitals hitting my nose. Rich, arousing scents of wet pussy and briny sweat had my cock threatening to unload in my underwear.

I kissed my way down her body, again sucking on her tits before kissing her stomach. My fingers moved over Abby's genitals, her blonde pubic hairs tickling my skin before I found her tender young flesh. She moaned as I teased her labia, the folds slick and swollen. I parted the sixteen-year old's thin slit and dipped a finger inside.

Abby's pussy was creamy and slick, tight and velvety around my finger. She moaned louder as I pushed deeper. I found no hymen, wasn't sure if I was disappointed or more turned on to know that she'd probably had intercourse previously. I fingered her steadily, my mouth moving down over her clit.

Abby cried out as my tongue circled her little nub, the hard flesh barely left uncovered by her hood. I felt the sixteen-year old's vagina spasming around my finger. I pulled out and ran my tongue over her tender flesh. Abby tasted sweet and pungent, hints of honey and roses, brine and almonds. Her sixteen-year old pussy tasted like nothing I'd had before. She tasted of youth, of arousal, of a young girl who was on her way to becoming a young woman. I wished greatly that I had a condom.

I fingered her again, circling her clit, and moments later, Abby cried out loudly, moaning, moaning, crying out, her hips bucking against me, her tall body shaking, her cunt clenching tightly around my finger. She orgasmed as I lapped and penetrated her body, her thin white cream running down my hand. “uuuuhhh... uuhhhh... oooohhh... ooohhhyessss... ohhyeeessss... ooooohhh... oooh... oohh... oooooohhhhh... uuuuhhh...” I licked her sixteen-year old genitals as her body convulsed and shuddered, didn't stop as she started to flush with pleasure.

A moment later, she came again, the sixteen-year old's body covered in sweat, rivulets running over her stomach and thighs. I managed to slip a second finger inside her tight channel as she climaxed, her back arching, her mouth wide open as she rolled in ecstasy.

I was lost in the moment, licking Abby, tasting her pungent juices, feeling the way her swollen teen flesh played against my lips and tongue. My chin was covered in her cream, my hand as well. Her labia were open, her vagina gaping through her thin slit. Though her clit stayed hard, she pushed my head away after her second climax and rose to sit up, pulling me in for a kiss.

She tasted herself on my lips and tongue, and for several minutes we kissed deeply, Abby's vaginal flavors mixing in our mouths. She broke the kiss, said breathlessly, “can I do you now?”

I leaned up and let Abby remove my shirt, then my pants and boxers. On my back, I watched as she stared at my cock a moment, then ran her hands along my thighs. She fondled my balls, then took my dick in her fingers.

I was already close to cumming, but I did my best to hold off as she lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth. The sixteen-year old sucked gently as she bobbed up and down. I ran my hands along her neck and shoulder as Abby blew me. Her movements were somewhere between inexperienced and comfortable, and it felt amazing. Her hot young mouth had me shuddering quickly as my hips rose to meet her lips.

I groaned as Abby sucked, said panting, “gonna cum, Sweetie...”

She continued to bob, my cock swelling against her tongue. I groaned again, felt myself burning, burning, tensing, Abby's lips sliding up and down my shaft. Precum bubbled out quickly, then seed raced up my length. “Oooohh... Oooh... Abby... Oh, Abby... ooohh... cumming... oh.... yessss...” Semen fired out of my dick and between her lips. The sixteen-year old held still, kept my penis against her tongue as I ejaculated inside her mouth. Four, then five strong spurts of cum filled her quickly, the sticky fluids running out the sides of her mouth.

I tensed for a long moment as euphoria washed over me, Abby's lips holding me inside. I finally fell back, overwhelmed with pleasure. The sixteen-year old let my penis slide out of her mouth, my jism rushing out and over my pubes. She looked at me, out of breath, her mouth open, panting, her eyes glazed.

I pulled her over me so that her body rested on mine and kissed her deeply, tasted my semen in her mouth. “Oh, God... Abby... that was wonderful...”

“Oh, yeah... Mmm... oh, yeah... I want you inside me so bad right now,” she said between kisses, “I wish you had a condom...”

I made a serious mental note to ensure that the next night I was ready. “Me too... Me too... maybe... sometime soon?”

“Yes... yes, I want that...” She looked at me seriously a moment. “Don't tell Tera, ok? I think it would freak her out, you know?”

“I won't tell Tera.”

“Ok, good... cause... I want to do this again, Mr-- uh, Quinn...” I could feel her pussy dripping down over me, a small rivulet of her juices hitting my balls. The tall blonde's body fit me nicely like that, and I wrapped my arms around the sixteen-year old, not wanting it to end.

After winding down and sharing long kisses, I said, “hate to do it... but I suspect we should probably get back soon. Tera will be calling me for a ride before long.”

“Yeah... guess so.” She kissed me again, delight clear in her eyes. “So... our secret, then?”

“Our secret.”

- - -

I dropped Abby off at the dance hall and parked nearby awaiting the text from my daughter. I was still buzzing, thoroughly enraptured with Abby's company. I loved the way her body felt, the youth, the tenderness, but also the blossoming maturity. She had a woman's curves, both in the size of her breasts and the way her hips flared out so beautifully. Her pussy was both young and mature, tight but capable of doing more than that of a younger girl. Her scent was mature, fragrant, intoxicating. Even after she left I could smell her in my car. I sprayed air freshener in hopes that my daughter wouldn't notice.

- - -

Day 1.023

To say that I shot out of bed the next day would be an understatement. Thoughts of Abby raced through my mind, my cock throbbing in my boxers at the understanding that I'd fuck her that night. On my way back from slashing Curt's tires, I stopped quickly at the drug store and picked up a pack of condoms. My erection drooled into my slacks the entire ride home.

- - -

I danced with Abby again as I had before, and when I asked her if she wanted to go somewhere private, she again said 'yes' and went with me back to my house.

This time, when she asked me about a condom, I smiled and said that I had some. She smiled back, shivered, and once more, I ate her pussy to two orgasms. I let her blow me again, unable and unwilling to keep from cumming in her mouth.

This time, as she rested on top of me, the taste of my jism in her mouth, my cock rose against her, throbbing just inches from the sixteen-year old's pussy. I had tossed the condoms onto the bed earlier and reached for one then. Abby lifted a leg and I quickly rolled the rubber onto my penis.

The teen rose up onto her knees and rested her slick labia along my length. I pulsed against her hot genitals. She smiled as she rose slightly, held my covered cock, and guided it into her body. Abby sucked in her breath as she sat down. Her hot vagina felt goddamned wonderful on my dick. She held still a moment, my penis throbbing in her cunt, then slowly began to rise and fall over me.

She was much better at fucking me than she had been at sucking my cock. Her long legs moved easily in concert with her thighs, soon finding a motion that felt amazing. I fondled her tits as we fucked, pulled her down over me to kiss her again. She breathed, “oh, Quinn... oh, yes... yes...” Her body tensed as I ran a finger to her clit, and within moments, she shuddered in orgasm as she rode me.

As she slowed down, I rolled her over onto her back, my cock never leaving her slick teen pussy. Abby drew her knees up to her chest, spread her thighs further, and I started to slide my dick in and out of her sixteen-year old vagina.

God, I felt so powerful in that moment, fucking the sixteen-year old, her body open and welcoming, her hole tight and tender, so, so slippery. Even with the condom on, I could feel the velvety channel slipping along my length. I ground myself in and out of her body, kissed her, said, “oh, Abby... you feel so good... oh, yeah... oh, fuck yeah... God, you are so tight...”

She moaned as I fucked her, her legs drawing out and around my waist. I sucked on her neck, my hands bracing me just above her. Her blonde pubes tangled with mine, the hairs sticky and wet from our sweat and our juices. I started to tense again, shuddered, cried out, “uuuhhhnn... cumming... oh, Abby... cumming...” I filled my condom in quick, powerful bursts, groaning into her mouth as I came. I wished I was filling her pussy, but it was an overpowering sensation, ejaculating with my penis inside the sixteen-year old's wonderful cunt.

I held in her a long time, kissing her, grinding myself against her body. I slowly pulled out, the condom tip overflowing with my semen. I ripped it off and rested over Abby, my half-hard cock nestled just above her slit. Her fingers danced slowly over my length between our bodies. I finally rolled off, and soon had to regretfully tell her that we should head back to the dance club.

- - -

Tera slid into the passenger seat, her nose wrinkling immediately. She said nothing, though.

As I pulled away, I asked, “have a good time?”

“Yeah, that was fun. Thanks for the idea, Dad.”

“Great. I had fun, too.”

She raised an eyebrow, said, “yeah... I saw...”

I wasn't sure how she was taking my dances with Abby. The night before, we'd avoided the subject, but something had changed this time, and then my daughter said, “uh... where'd you two go?”

“Uh... what?

“You and Abby. I saw you leave together.”

The night before, she'd mentioned no such thing. “Uh... we, uh...” I didn't know quite how to respond. I didn't really want to lie to my daughter, but I didn't want to tell her the truth either.

“It smells like sex in here.” Her statement hung without a response for a long moment. “Did you fuck her, Dad?”

“I... uh... We... uh...”

“Jesus, Dad. You fucked Abby?”

I let out a long breath, didn't respond at first, finally muttered, “yes...”

“Jesus...”

We rode in silence the rest of the way home. I turned to Tera after I parked, tried to explain. She got out before I could, and I followed her nervously into the house.

Inside, she paused in the doorway, then turned to me. “You brought her here, didn't you?”

I could only nod.

Tera went to the living room and sat down heavily on the couch. I sat gently next to her, trying to formulate some reasonable explanation.

“Why, Dad?”

“Uh... what?”

“Why her? I mean... yeah, she's pretty... but why her? I mean, you barely know her... and she's sixteen. Kinda young for you, Dad.”

“Why her...” I repeated. “I dunno... I just... it just felt right, I guess. She made me feel... special. Abby was interested in me... and... she is pretty... It just kinda... happened.” Not the whole truth, of course, I knew before we'd headed to the club that night that I would fuck Abby. “Just kinda happened...”

Tera was silent a moment, finally said quietly, “was it good?”

“Good?”

“Jesus, Dad. Don't play stupid. Was it good?”

I nodded slowly, “yeah... yeah, Tera... it was good... Best I've had in a long, long time...”

Tera went silent again. I leaned back on the couch and pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her stomach. I realized too late that she could probably smell the sex on my body. “I'm sorry, Tera... I... I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have... had sex with your friend. I was wrong... Please... I'm so sorry...”

She let out her breath. “Ok... alright... I just... I guess it's ok... kinda weird, though... I knew you were a perv, Dad. Didn't think you went for the younger ones, though. Jesus... I've seen her naked a few times... Not like that... Not like that, just when we were younger or in the showers after gym... Kinda weird to think that you have, too...”

“She is a beautiful young woman.” It slipped out before I could think about it, not quite the words I meant to say.

Tera responded. “Yeah... I know. I'm straight, but even I think she's beautiful... Is she... is she more beautiful than me?”

Throb.

“Uh... no... no, of course not...”

“You can be honest, Dad...”

“Seriously... Tera, you are the most beautiful woman I know.” She turned her head, an eyebrow raised. “Don't give me that look, I'm being serious.”

“So... if I wasn't your daughter... you'd want to see me naked, then?”

“Uh...” Throb. “I mean... uh...”

“Hmm... So just pretend... If Abby was your daughter and I was the one who had danced with you... well?”

“I... I... I don't know how to respond to that... you... you are my daughter... kinda hard to forget that... I... I try not to think about you like that...”

She leaned back against me again. I was thankful that the way I was sitting prevented my cock from throbbing against her body through my slacks. “Yeah, yeah... I think you would... maybe you do think I'm beautiful. I guess I can live with that...” She turned a bit and wrapped an arm around me, causing my leg to slip and my bulge to press against her thigh. “Hmm... I guess you do think about me like that...”

“Uh, Tera... no, I, uh... It's just that... oh, Jesus... You've got me all twisted around now.”

She smiled at me, kissed my cheek, said, “I'm good at that. Anyway...” She kissed my neck, “so if I did this to you, if I wasn't your daughter... you'd like that?” She kissed my neck again.

“Tera... please... stop.”

She pulled back, said, “ok... just playing around, Dad. It's our thing, you know? I thought you liked it.”

I let out my breath, butterflies racing around my stomach. “I do, I do... just... I'm confused is all... you've got me imagining you... in ways that are... not the way I should be thinking about you, ok?” I looked at her beautiful green eyes, my voice almost a whisper, “I suppose... I suppose, if you weren't my daughter... I suppose I would... I would... be interested...”

She smiled at me. “That's honesty. For the record,” Tera leaned her head to one side, made a show of looking up and down my body, her eyes pausing momentarily at my crotch. “if you weren't my dad, I might be interested, too...”

There was an uncomfortable pause, as if Tera and I had opened a door together which I'd tried hard to forget was there. Thankfully, she laughed and pushed me gently. “You're so easy to mix up, Dad. All it takes is talking about sex and you can't seem to pull yourself together.”

I broke out of that moment forcefully, managed to reply, “just don't think that means you can go find yourself an older man... I didn't say I approved...”

She gave me an overdone pout. “Aww. No sugar daddy for me? Maybe I like older guys...”

“Tera...”

“Ok, fine. But you did fuck Abby, so you have to admit it isn't always a bad thing.”

“Do as I say, not as I do...”

“As you do? So I can't sleep with Abby, then?”

I squeezed my eyes, rubbed my temples. “I'm having a hard enough time right now... I'm heading to bed soon.”

“Abby gave you a 'hard time' too, thought it was only fair that I got one in.”

“Tera, please.”

“Fine.” She kissed my cheek, said, “love you, Dad. But no more sleeping with my friends, ok? That's just weird.”

“Deal.”

Tera went up to the bathroom and I made myself a scotch and soda. I heard the bathroom door open and close as I slammed my drink back, then Tera shut herself in her bedroom. I waited a few moments, the conversation with my daughter running in circles in my head. Had she been honest with me? Was she thinking about me like that? If I wanted her... is she, too, a non-zero possibility? My own daughter? I'd tried hard to drive away those thoughts, but having sex with Abby, and the talk with Tera, had made them crash harder, more difficult to ignore.

My cock was drooling in my slacks as I went up the stairs. I gave in to temptation, flipped the light on in the hall bathroom. On the top of the hamper were Tera's panties. I snatched them up and went to my bedroom. They were damp, creamy. My daughter had clearly been aroused that night. Whether it was from the dancing, the thoughts about me and Abby, or the frank conversation we'd had, I didn't know, and honestly, I didn't care.

I sat on the edge of the bed, brought the panties to my nose and inhaled again my daughter's most private scents. I eyed the creamy discharge, touched my tongue to it. Powerful pungent and sweet cream met my tastebuds. I lapped up the glob of Tera's juices, again and again tasting my daughter's personal flavors. I stroked myself quickly to another orgasm as I licked the slippery cream from Tera's panties. It was the first time I'd tasted her discharge like that, and I knew immediately that I was hooked.

It was that moment which really cemented the possibility of what might happen with me and Tera. I wasn't ready then to process it, not exactly, but I know now that the seed which had been growing stronger had been given a potent nourishment in the conversation with her and the powerful flavors of my daughter's pussy which slid delightfully down my throat as I spewed semen onto the floor.