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-orange hair

Author's note: Launched in 2018, you can now read the ongoing-sequel, Judge Not!

What follows is a teaser of a future series. The original Groundhog Nights series is complete, but I left open the possibility that I might produce a sequel featuring Quinn and Tera. This teaser is just a short olive branch to those readers who really wanted me to start on that immediately.

Please understand: This new sequel series, tentatively titled Judge Not, is a looooong way off. I have a ton of ideas but have not yet worked out the details. I expect it will be deep into 2017 before you will see any full chapters in this series, if not later. I have a lot of other series to write, including the conclusion of Run, more chapters in Shipwrecked and Flower Petals, as well as Year Two in My Jewish Princess. However, I hope you enjoy this quick glimpse into what is to come. Tera is one of my favorite characters, and believe me, I won't let her go before the rest of this story is told. Thanks for reading and for your patience -- Chase

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I felt full between my legs. As full as I had the night before. My father was over me. Inside me. I spread my thighs wide, offering him everything. Wrapping my ankles over his waist, my arms around his neck, I pulled him onto me. Into me. Deeper. Fuller. I felt so good that morning. So good I could cry. But I didn't cry. Just the opposite.

I laughed.

Dad stopped thrusting into me and looked into my eyes. “What is it?”

How silly I must have looked. I could only laugh and smile and shake my head on the pillow, my coppery-orange hair falling over my eyes briefly. “This is real! This is real!” I don't know why I had to say that over and over. It felt like some other reality. Just the day before, when I'd gotten up that morning, I was eager for my first date. My first real date. It was supposed to be with Curt, an older boy at my high school. For some reason, Dad had all but begged me to spend the evening with him. He seemed to know my deepest secrets, my deeply-hidden desire to be with him. I have no idea how. Instead of a date with Curt, I'd given my virginity to Dad, and I was shivering with excitement to give myself once more to the man I loved.

Dad grinned and kissed my lips. I held him tight with my arms and legs. My body was open, willing, wanting him inside of me and on top of me. He was warm where his skin touched mine. Dad felt strong but soft, loving and tender as he kissed my lips. I felt a bit sweaty and sore. I didn't care. Dad had made love to me last night. When he woke me up a few moments earlier, I wanted him to do so again. And again. I hoped we stayed coupled like that forever.

I tasted the desire in his mouth as he started to move, his cock probing my tight body, and I willed his dick to push deeper into my no-longer virgin pussy. I'd wanted to give my flesh and my heart to Dad for many months. I knew it was crazy, that what I wanted was wrong and never to be met with anything other than disgust. Even as I'd masturbated night after night, wondering what it might feel like to take Dad inside me, I had come to accept that it would probably be someone like Curt who I actually could attract. Dad had never showed the slightest hint of an interest in me, nothing beyond our shared, perverted sense of humor.

But here I was, on my back, spread wide, my limbs tight around him, my eyes watching his face as he began to shudder. I felt him swell inside me and I sighed in anticipation. Sweat dripped from Dad's brow and onto my cheek, sending a rippling tingle down my body. Dad shuddered again, moaning, “Oh, Tera...”

I knew he was cumming in my pussy. His hips ground down and he jerked against my body. I wrapped myself tighter and my head rolled back, floating in the ecstasy of my own father filling my pussy with his wonderful cum. Over and over, his dick jumped and sent scalding, bubbling sperm into my body. My own father's sperm. I clamped down with my vagina and tried my best to milk every drop out of his balls. I wanted nothing more than for him to feel how much I loved him, how much I wanted him inside of me. I would let Dad fuck me forever if he wanted to.

I held him tight to my body for a long time. My vagina twitched randomly, and I felt Dad's cock do the same as it slowly softened. I nuzzled against his neck and felt safe and full of love. Of all the ways I had imagined I might wake up the morning after giving up my virginity, this was the only one I really wanted.

Slowly, very slowly, Dad pulled himself away and rolled to my side. His hands stayed on me, caressing my face and my small breasts. I'd always hated that they hadn't grown large like so many of my friends, but the way Dad's fingers stroked and massaged them made me feel like they were perfect to him. I tingled with pleasure and Dad seemed to understand. He slid down between my parted thighs and I felt his warm, soft tongue slide over my pink labia.

Being licked there was the second best feeling in the world. Second only to taking Dad inside me. His tongue found just the right motion to have me humming with pleasure. My hips moved on their own, rising and falling as I breathed heavier and more quickly. I moaned in pleasure when I felt Dad's tongue slide around my hard nub. It was like a million shards of electricity fired through me with each circle. It took only seconds for an intense burning sensation to boil out of my crotch and explode in radiant pleasure. I tried to keep my eyes open, but I was lost in a sea of warm kisses and soft touches for a long time before I was back in control of myself and could see again.

Dad rested on one elbow beside me, watching my face. When I finally looked at his eyes, I swear he looked like he had seen a ghost.

“What is it?”

He shook his head and smiled. “Oh, nothing. Nothing... A long story I'll tell you one day. But not today. Today... today is all about us. Right now. This wonderful, wonderful day that I thought would never come. I've wanted this day for so long it hurt, Tera. I'm still not sure this isn't some delirious dream.”

“Well,” I told him, playing my fingers through the curly hairs on his chest, “if this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.”

Careful what you wish for, Tera. There are those who can make that happen.

“What did you say?”

“Hmm?” Dad said lazily.

“Just now. You said 'careful what you wish for, Tera.'”

“Not me,” Dad replied, shaking his head. “Last words out of my mouth were about this being a delirious dream.”

I scrunched my eyes, sure I had heard those words. They weren't exactly in Dad's voice, though, and, the more I thought about it, I wasn't sure I'd exactly heard them at all. Perhaps I was the delirious one, too much in shock from the whirlwind of the last half-day or so.

“Anyway,” I told him, shaking it off, “can we just stay in bed all day?”

Dad smiled at me, then leaned forward and kissed my nose like he used to do when I was little. Then his lips moved lower and met mine where I'd sucked in my breath in anticipation. I closed my eyes and moved my body against Dad's, his strong arm wrapping over me and his leg draping over my hip. I could feel his hard penis pressing against my stomach and I dropped my hand down to touch him there again.

Enjoy this time, Tera. It gets more difficult soon enough.

The unvoiced words barely registered as I pushed Dad onto his back. Perhaps I was delirious. Whatever it was, all I concentrated on was the way Dad's cock sprang to life and his body seemed eager to have me climb on top and slide my tight pussy down his length.

The full Chapter 1 of Judge Not: Expected sometime in late 2017 or early 2018
Launched in 2018, you can now read the ongoing-sequel, Judge Not!

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