A New Beginning Pt. 01

Note: All parties engaged in sexual relations, in this story, are over 18.

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Introduction

It all started in a quiet suburban neighborhood where I've lived, with my family for the past two decades. My life was pretty routine and there's a quiet rhythm that underpins family life in the burb: the white noise of lawnmowers on a Sunday afternoon, the noise of the neighborhood kids playing in the streets on a school night and the splashing of my kids, roughhousing in the backyard pool all day on sunny Saturday while my wife, Lily, and I sip drinks on our raised backyard deck, under the pergola, while simultaneously relaxing together and watching the kids to ensure they remained safe.

Like I said: there's a quiet unobtrusive rhythm. Things fall into a comfortable pattern. Like most parents, my wife and I fell in love with our daughters, Jenny and Julie, at first sight. From the day Jenny, my eldest, was born and I watched as Lily held her, and I knew that there was nothing I wouldn't do for her. I made a similar silent vow when Julie was born.

It did not, in any way, stunt the relationship my wife and I shared. Although we had minor disagreements - I wanted more kids while she wanted to stay at two - our lovemaking sessions were frequent and active even after she gave birth to our two daughters and underwent tubal ligation. The disagreement that followed that surgery was likely the most contentious one but we got past that and our life flourished.

My wife and I were in sync with our dedication to our family and, as years passed, our home became its own world - a safe bubble within the larger context of a neighborhood that served as a buffer against the larger more chaotic world beyond. Yes, it was a place to sleep but, together, we enjoyed the sounds of life and joy so, while we encouraged our girls extra-curricular activities out of the house, we also connected them to the house.

Jenny's dance and gymnastics as well as Julie's martial arts and track and field activities brought us into contact with other micro communities which we quickly connected to our home by hosting events and celebrations. It was thus that our home became a hub of activity for both the neighborhood kids as well as the micro communities we connected to. Lily and I were both active in the girls school life, academics and their extracurricular lives and they were involved in ours.

Both our girls were stunningly beautiful but I guess most parents say that about their kids. A Dad knows, though. We knew that both our girls would be popular with the boys at school and, though we aren't prudes, we wanted to armor both girls against the worst of teenaged follies mostly by keeping communication lines open and knowing when one of us needed to rely on the specialized skills of the other. As both our children were girls, Mom took a lead much of the time but the girls appeared to need Dad too, with surprising frequency.

* * *

It was, ironically, a beautiful sunny summer Saturday in July. I had turned 40 the day before and we had agreed to hold off on my birthday party until the Saturday so we could have family and friends over for an afternoon barbeque. My wife insisted that we have the event because I'd "only turn 40 once." Her condition was that the party needed to be over by 9 pm so we could have our own after-party party. She hinted that I should nap before guests arrived because, though I was both healthy and athletic, she was going to test my limits. How does one nap after that kind of bomb drops?

I followed her advice and laid down, listening to some music with the girls on the back deck. Jen and Jules had both finished their final exams at the university earlier in the week and had arranged for groups of their own friends to come over to join in the festivities with us. Nothing out of the ordinary. We were expecting about 100 guests, all-told. Lily had gone out to pick up some last minute supplies - she always got too many - and promised to be back before noon.

There was some disagreement, between the girls, in the choice of the soundtrack for relaxation: Jen's idea of relaxing was a little bit of hip-hop and dance music that she could dance to while Jules wanted a more hard-rock selection. Given the choice, I'd have probably backed Jules but I got my entertainment from their playful banter. In the end, they did what they normally did: test each other's limits while occasionally trying to draw me into the debate; a futile effort since I had not yet found any way to navigate the minefield also known as "sister mediation." Luckily, there was no serious argument. Jen would make the best of the hard rock tunes with a dance style I silently prayed was confined to our backyard: her long blond hair swinging while her breasts bounced and her hips and butt moved in ways that made me blush. Jules also danced with her big sister, her slightly darker honey-brown long hair whipped about by her movement. Transfixed, I could only think how lucky I was to have such a healthy and beautiful family; my success, in business, was a distant second.

It was only 11 am when my cell phone rang. I had apparently dozed off and the girls were lounging on the deck couches with me. A fleeting thought came over me that I hoped she wasn't calling to say she was going to be late; I imagined joking about how that would cost her in the after-party party and I smiled. The girls were immediately curious, wanting to know when Mom would be back as family would be arriving at any moment. I could feel the blood run out of my face as my smile evaporated.

From the time I picked up the phone to the time I rushed to the hospital with the girls came in staccato rhythms; bursts where time sped to frenzied leaps forward to times that slowed to a glacial crawl punctuated only by the deafening thump of my heart in my chest and coursing of blood drowning out all other sound. The girls were crying, uncontrollably, and I remember holding them both - one under each arm - as we staggered first into a waiting room while Lily underwent emergency surgery, then into the room where my wife was rolled in and laid in a bed, her normally stylish outfit replaced by a hospital gown. Her face was peaceful but the doctor's words made a lie of appearances. The surgery had been 6 hours. They were making her as comfortable as they could. If my daughters didn't know what that meant, when the doctor said it, they did when they saw my face drained of blood.

I wanted to scream and cry and generally freak out but the quiet voice inside told me that my daughters needed something else so I held them, quietly. I hoped that they couldn't see the mix of anger and sorrow in my face that I could feel trying to gnash and claw its way out from deep within my soul. Lily passed at 9:23 pm.

* * *

The funeral was beautiful but it gave me little comfort; I would have traded its planned perfection for another week of bliss with my wife. That was not reality. She was cremated and laid in the plot we had planned to be our home 40 plus years' hence. The sardonic wit within commented wryly that she had to choose this to be the one occasion she would be early for. She would have thought that funny but I quietly hated myself for the humor as I watched her laid into the earth with my family and friends around me. A little more than a week earlier, we we going to party together to celebrate my birthday; this was a poor postponement.

We all handle death differently. Jules confided that she needed to get away for a while. She couldn't emotionally handle being in the house where everything reminded her of times we had shared with her mother. She was finding difficulty with the idea that, at seventeen, she would never again see her mother smile and laugh or even hear the firm but quiet command to clean her room. After some quiet discussion, she left, with my brother and his family, when they returned to their home across the country. She promised that we would all keep in touch but she needed to go away. Though it tore another chunk from my already severely wounded heart, I remained calm and supportive. I assured her that she could come home whenever she wanted and, in the meantime, I'd keep supporting her.

Jenny was different. She behaved much the way a good part of me wanted to act. She was an emotional roller coaster of the type that one could never survive in real life. She went from fondly looking though family photos to uncontrolled sobbing outbursts to rage-filled tirades. Each time, she'd eventually come and find me and I'd hold her and gently rock her, usually in the large armchair I kept in my home office, until she'd fall asleep. We'd spend time, often with her friends, in the pool or on the deck. We tried to return to some semblance of normalcy; it was monumentally difficult.

Months passed and a new rhythm of our life had emerged. It wasn't unpleasant but it still felt... sparse. Lily had left a big hole in all our lives. Jules leaving for the west coast had gouged out more. Talking to my younger daughter was strained and I could tell it wasn't easy for her, either. Many times, she'd enter the video chat with Jen and I showing clear signs she had been crying and she'd sometimes leave the chat, suddenly, showing signs that her emotions were overwhelming her. I spoke to my brother and sister-in-law but they provided little insight. In spite of many a number of breakthrough attempts, Jules wasn't going to completely open up to them. Jenny also tried, separately from me but clearly didn't see any way for me to help.

For myself, I retreated into my work. Being self-employed, I could make whatever work schedule I wanted so I worked more hours and took on a more numbed, muted version of my character. I still participated in Jenny's activities and talked with Jules, as much as I could, about her own but it was a pale reflection of what things had been like for our family when Lily was still with us.

Chapter 1

It was a morning, much like any other, in April. A full nine months after the day that had inexorably changed our family. Things had taken a turn for the lighter with the advent of spring and I'd awakened with an extra spring in my step. Small victories; that was all I wanted these days. My video chat with Jules, the evening before, had gone well. She had even smiled several times in the chat and our conversation had danced around how Jenny and I would feel about her coming home, this summer, when school ended. Inside, a part of me was doing cartwheels, handsprings and impossibly high leaps in the air. I kept that close to my chest but did express that I was very happy to hear she'd be coming home. I didn't push it by asking if she just stay, indefinitely, though I squeaked that invitation into the conversation as subtly as I could.

Jules confided that, with no small amount of guilt, she had started training again for track and field, again, and had resumed her martial arts just before the start of the winter semester. She had always liked martial arts training to help focus her thoughts and, when Christmas had caught up with her, she found herself woefully unprepared to face the holiday with her Mom gone and her immediate family on the other side of the country. She hadn't been prepared to return, at that time, but the more she resumed her activities, the more homesick she became.

Jenny had returned to her activities including cheerleading - the natural melding of her love for dance and gymnastics - and I had seen her in action a couple of nights ago. Her moods seemed to be stabilizing though she still had vulnerable moments. She still wanted cuddle sessions on my armchair, from time-to-time, but they had changed in nature from the desperate attempt to suture torn and frayed emotions to a simple mutually comforting and relaxing gesture. She would simply curl up, on her side, in my lap with her head on my chest and I would gently stroke her long blonde hair, occasionally kissing her crown.

A part of me was thrilled at the new growth that was flowering within the scarred remnants of my heart. My other part remembered the last time he'd been so happy and contented; it remembered how easily that steady rhythm of a happy life had turned into a discordant hammering cacophony of noise in a heartbeat. I maintained my strong face for my girls, careful not to betray the internal war I was still waging with my emotions. On the positive side, however, there had been progress as my girls seemed to regain their strength and I could take some measure of pride in being a solid anchor for them in the storm. I kept my more vulnerable moments - where tears would flow, freely - to myself; late at night when I was alone in my bedroom - the bedroom I had shared with my soulmate.

* * *

Like most springs, this April had been temperamental with a chaotic mix of rain and sun. Apparently in the right proportions, if the plants could be believed, but I would have preferred more of the latter. Like most mornings, I grabbed a coffee and padded out to our sunroom that faced the backyard to the south. The sun was already up but it was still early-ish. I was just catching up on some news, on my tablet, when I heard the familiar sound of foraging in the kitchen. Shortly thereafter, my resident puella adolescentis trudged into the sunroom and flopped down at the table across from me.

I felt like I was being watched so I looked up and was met by Jenny's sky-blue eyes which immediately captured my own. There's an intensity to her look and I had about a half dozen quips pop into my head but thought the better of it.

"Good morning, Pumpkin," was what I managed. With monumental effort, I unlocked my eyes from hers and looked back at the tablet.

"Hey, Dad," she replied, "whatcha reading?" She was wearing a simple form-hugging t-shirt that she'd obviously slept in. Her robe was casually open because... why not, I guess?

"Nothing exciting. Have any plans? I didn't see you last night." Yesterday had been a Sunday and she usually curled up in my chair with me on Sundays.

"Not really," my eyes met hers, again. Something was different. Her face was flush and her nipples were pronounced? I shouldn't be noticing that. "I think I'm going to hang around, swim and chill with my favorite Dad. I think Jules is gonna be back by the end of the month."

"Ah, ok, so you talked with her last night?" It wasn't really a question since I'd only just found out that Jules would be coming home and she'd admitted I was the first she'd told. That was only two nights ago.

"Yeah," she replied. "Did my Daddy miss his cuddle time with his pumpkin?" Ok, I was definitely sensing a weird vibe, here. She winked at me.

"I guess I did, sweetheart." I wasn't sure what was going on. "And I am your only Dad, by the way." I smiled back at her and tried to return her look. Her eyes seemed to bore into me, as if looking for something. My man sense betrayed the father in me and I was painfully aware that there were two very hard and prominent nipples trying to poke through my daughter's sleep shirt. I took a swig of my coffee and she took my cue to have a sip of her own.

"When was the last time I told you that you're an awesome Dad?" She hadn't broken eye contact but one corner of her mouth was upturned and she had a mischievous look in her eye. Had she seen me check her out?

"Ha-ha," and I turned the forced laugh into a genuine chuckle. "You must want something from me if I'm an 'awesome Dad,' this morning. I think the last time was when you were trying to pitch the idea of you getting your own car." She rolled her eyes and gave me a look of feigned shock before settling back into her mischievous smile. Her response knocked me off balance.

"You know me too well, Daddy," she was using a husky voice I'd never heard before. "I'm not looking for a car, though. We'll talk, later." With that, she got up and slipped out of her robe at the same time. She was wearing the t-shirt and a thong that gave me full view of her perfectly sculpted butt cheeks. She picked up the robe from the chair, as she turned, and slung it over her shoulder. I had a full view of her well-toned body including a bare midriff. I'd seen her in bikinis before but this felt... different. "I'm getting ready for a swim. See you out there?"

"You know you will, Pumpkin," I was a little stunned.

* * *

Never had a half-Olympic-sized swimming pool ever felt so small.

By the time I had changed into my swimming trunks and walked out onto the pool deck, Jenny was already in the pool doing lengths. I figured I would join her and do a bit of the same. She clearly had something on her mind but I wasn't going to pry. I always wanted my girls to know I was there, for them, if they wanted to talk but I wasn't going to be a nosy parent trying to pry information out of them before they were ready to volunteer it.

We continued in our own individual bubbles for a time. I used the time to stew. Something was bothering her. Had I missed a birthday? No, Jenny's was in November and Julie's was in October; wrong season. The only thing I could think of was that she had something to tell me about her sister. Had Julie said something last night that had Jenny acting strangely? What had I said to Jules that put her elder sister off balance? Jenny didn't seem angry or sad; she seemed frisky but that wouldn't have anything to do with me and I know she hadn't been dating. I didn't even notice that I seemed to be alone doing laps. I stopped and looked around to see Jenny standing, her back to the pool wall, in the shallow end of the pool. She had a shit-eating gring and shook her head slightly - a mannerism she inherited from her mom.

"Dad-dy," she snickered. "What's going through your mind?" I slowly swam up to meet her. "You look like you just ate the last Mr. Freeze..." she did a mock side-eyed scowl at me, "you didn't, did you?"

"No, pumpkin," I smiled back at her. "I just worry about my girls...."

"Daddy," she said and put her arms around me to give me a big hug. "You don't need to worry about us, anymore. I'm twenty and Jules is eighteen; we're adults!" She emphasized that last part.

"I reserve the right to always worry about the two of you," I gave the best fatherly voice I could muster, only half-joking. "You two girls... er... women, then, are the two most important people on the planet to me." She was still hugging me and her bikini-clad breasts were pressed into me. I became hyper aware that her prominent nipples were super hard. I couldn't blame the cool spring pool water for making me a pervert for my own daughter. She leaned back and looked me straight in the eyes and, for the second time today, she held me, transfixed. Then she cocked her head slightly to the side before she leaned in and kissed me.

* * *

I'd kissed my girls hundreds - maybe thousands - of times in their twenty and eighteen years, respectively. I'm a kissy kind of guy. This was like no kiss I'd ever received before; not even my late wife had kissed me with such unfettered passion and zeal. It was ravenous, needy and aggressively sexual all at once. I should have stopped it, immediately, but my lizard brain was first to respond to the raw electricity of the situation. I kissed her back with a fervor that sought to match her own. She was pressing her wet body against my own like she was trying to draw us into the same physical space. My cock was as hard as I could remember it ever being and it was sandwiched between us, separated from her belly by our two bathing suits but she would undoubtedly feel it. If this continued much longer, we'd be fucking in the pool.

My brain re-booted and I realized that I was lifting my Jenny, in the water, by my firm grip on her buttocks while her legs had locked around my back. I released the kiss and let go of her ass while gently losing her legs from around me and stepping back. She seemed to be stunned for a moment then noticed my face and looked at me quizzically.

"I am so, so, so, very, very, very sorry, my baby," I said and the horror of what I'd done set in. "Are you ok, Jenny?" She nodded, mutely. She clearly was shocked that her Dad, whom she trusted, would do this to her. "I am sorry. We will talk later." I turned and moved for the stairs. I was half way out of the pool when she found her voice.

"Wait, Dad," she said. "We need to talk!"

"We will, honey," I responded. "I'll submit to your judgement, Jenny. Please give me a little time to process what I've done." I walked back in the house and exchanged my wet bathing suit for my bathrobe before retreating to my office where I could sit and try to figure out how I'd so colossally fucked up. She'd never trust me again - nor would Jules - and for good reason: their father was a monster!

I was deep into self-admonishment when I heard the light rap at my door and Jenny poked her head in without waiting for my response. Her bathrobe-covered body followed her head.

"We need to talk, Daddy," she repeated.

"We will, Pumpkin," I couldn't look her in the eyes and I hung my head low. I didn't hear her approach until she had already sunk to her knees before me and looked up into my eyes.

"I mean, now," she said, with a degree of firmness I was not accustomed to from anyone since Lily. "I'm not going to let you beat yourself up for something that's not your fault, Daddy. I wanted that kiss and I thought you'd be ready for it, on some level." She smoothed back her hair with her hand before resting both her hands on mine, in my lap. The look I gave her likely reflected my confusion. "You know I kissed you first, right?"

"I guess, sweetie," I actually looked back into her eyes. "But I'm your father and I should never take advantage of you when you're feeling vulnerable. You and your sister truly are my entire world and I've broken your trust. Neither of you will trust me ever again."

"Well," she said... indignantly? "I guess that depends, Dad." Where was she going with this?

"Depends?" I was confused.

"It depends on whether you thought you were taking advantage of me or simply responding to what you heart told you to do when I kissed you."

"I responded viscerally, Jen. I guess I responded with my heart without thinking of the consequences it might bring. It's why I stopped: I realized that things were spinning out of control and might go somewhere we couldn't return from."

"Right," her voice softened. "So why would you feel you took advantage of me? I kissed you and I wanted you to respond that way. You don't think I wanted you to feel my body pressed against you? Feel your response?" She looked at my crotch. "You don't think I was aware that I was pressing my rock-hard nipples into you and had my legs around you? I was completely turned on and I was one-hundred percent prepared to realize the consequences that we were heading for." She smirked!

"Honey," I looked at her. "I love you and your sister more than anything. I've tried to set an example for you both so you can find partners who will treat you like your Dad does and your Mom and I tried to model the best relationship we could for you. I'm not trying to steal your future! You are too impossibly beautiful to be wasted on your old Dad!"

"You don't get it, Daddy," she used my knees to help her get up and then plopped onto my lap while facing me. She was almost as closed as when that kiss had started. "I've thought this through. Jules and I have talked, at length. I'm sorry I surprised you but I'm not sorry we kissed and I'm not sorry I got you turned on and hard. That's exactly what I was going for! You weren't getting the more subtle messaging I was sending out."

"Why," was all I could ask?

"For all the reasons you stated and more," she was kneeling above my lap and the most primitive part of my brain registered the moist heat emanating from her pussy. Her hands ran lightly up and down her own thighs. I don't think she noticed the involuntary movement beneath my bathrobe as my cock started responding to our proximity and the sexual energy inherent in the conversation. "Why don't you ask Julie why she had to go away? This isn't new for me. I've had a crush on you for years! I thought I'd try dating a few guys to see if anyone could make me feel even a little like you do. It was depressing."

"Time, honey..." she cut me off.

"Don't you dare tell me I didn't give it time or try hard enough," she gave me a scowl that again reminded me of her mother. "Even Mom said that she had nearly given up when she found you. She said that the only thing that made her scared was that she thought you'd have had twenty kids if she'd let you have your way and she only wanted two. She said that the toughest thing she ever did was close the door to more children because she wasn't prepared for how much it hurt you. Jules knew I was going to make a move on you. I had her blessing and that's all I needed." Her hands had roamed a little and she was opening my robe.

* * *

"Jenny," was all I could say.

"I promise this isn't just a phase, Dad." My cock was free of the robe and pointing up at her. "I want this and I think you do, too," she reached forward and began stroking my cock with her fist. Her own robe fell open and, with a motion of her shoulders, it fell off behind her. She was naked in front of me! I let my hands rest on her thighs and began lightly stroking them, all over, which elicited a smile from her. She shuffled forward a bit more and was right above my cock; I could see the moisture of her pussy and she caught me looking. She paused her manipulation of my shaft and took my right hand and let it to her dripping vagina.

When my fingers made contact with her wet folds, it was like an electric shock shot through me. I started gently stroking her and she responded with more fluids and her own hands scooped some of those fluids and started massaging my hardness with them. She lowered herself a little more and she positioned my cock head to rub the folds of her pussy.

"Julie," I gasped. I thought I might come right there.

"Feels so good," she was concentrating. "Never... felt... anything... like... that... before." I could feel her spasm, slightly, with small shocks every time my tip brushed up against her clit. "Daddy... need... this... now!" She positioned the head of my cock at her entrance and I could feel her lower herself a little more so my cock was slowly pushing into her.

"Are you sure, honey? This isn't something we can undo...." I searched her face but she was looking at where we connected, with fascination.

"Never... more... sure." She sunk a little further down and my cock head was inside her. She drew a clearly audible breath in between closed teeth and puffed out air as she savored the initial stage of this dance. I could feel her gripping muscles, inside, reacting to the invasion. She was extraordinarily tight but she slid down a little more until my ingress was blocked. She felt like a vise around my hardness. She was concentrating and I thought she might give up when she started slowly rising. With a sudden look of determination, she lowered herself and my cock pushed through her hymen. She winced and part of me felt terrible that I'd caused her pain but she slowly sank the rest of the way and released a heavy exhale.

"Wow, honey, that was amazing," my words seemed inadequate but I pulled her down into a full embrace as my cock throbbed inside her and her vaginal walls flexed back. She was a bit deflated. I gently caressed her butt cheeks and back as she recovered.

"I was just a little shocked," she looked up at my face where she clearly read that I was worried. "I'm good. It's a little uncomfortable, Dad, but I'm ready to keep going" and she slowly moved in my lap. I began to slowly move my pelvis, to thrust in and out of her, in time with her movements. She was tight but very wet. I kept my movements slow but steady until she, after her short rest, lifted herself up placing her palms against my shoulders. With renewed vigor, she began pushing back against my thrusts and her breathing and moaning became louder.

"Better, Honey?" I smiled at her. "You are so tight."

"Never... knew... it could feel so... good!" Positive sign: she was smiling again, ear-to-ear. "That first part stung a bit. Thanks for having patience, Daddy! I love this!" She squeezed her vaginal muscles and I almost lost it, again.

"You better not keep doing that, sweetheart, or you're likely to have Dad cum inside you!" She gave me a mischievous look.

"You mean like this?" She squeezed again. I was getting close. "Or like this?" She scrunched her pelvic muscles and I felt like she might pull it right off. "Oh, you like that? I can tell. I felt you jump inside me!" Her talking about it was making it more difficult to concentrate on not cumming.

"Honey, you'd better get off, now," I warned her. "I'm not going to last much longer. It's been too long and you feel way too good!"

"You're not getting off that easy, mister," she playfully chastised me. She had leverage, pushing down on my shoulders, from above. "I want the full experience, so-to-speak, Daddy!" Her eyes closed and her face contorted - she was cumming! "Oh my god, Daddy, this is un-fucking-believable!" She squeezed her insides as she came and that was it, for me. I started shooting rope after rope of cum into her hungry pussy. "Oh fuck!" she cried out, "I can feel that... so warm! Fuck!" I couldn't stop spasming inside her and I could feel our combined juices leaking onto me as we continued slowly humping.

"Oh my... Jenny... I came so much!" Coming down from the sexual high, I was shocked. "Are you...?" I couldn't formulate the words.

"No, Daddy," she sighed lowering herself down on me for another hug. I couldn't refuse her. I couldn't refuse her, anything. "Not safe... no pill... ovulating... horny. I'm still horny, Dad. Just give me a sec."

"You're not worried I might have just impregnated you?"

"No, Daddy. Not worried. What happens, happens." She kissed my neck. "I'm just a little emotional." I turned my head to face her. She was sweaty but still radiantly beautiful; I probably looked like a mess of sweat. I kiss her fully on the lips. My cock was still inside her and hadn't fully softened. As if we came to the realization, together, I felt her squeeze me with her pussy walls and I twitched in response. "I couldn't be sure you'd respond. I hoped but I didn't know." I was hardening again and she was slowly bouncing in my lap.

"You planned this," it wasn't a question but she nodded. "How long?" We were fully back in action and I was bottoming out inside her.

"A... few... weeks," I sensed her legs must be starting to tire so I carefully sat up and let her wrap her legs around me while I got up and placed her on her back in the recliner. We resumed our lovemaking, slowly. Whatever pain she had felt was apparently gone and she was pushing back and squeezing with her pussy with every inward thrust I made. "Once we decided what we wanted, Jules thought we'd both need to work on you, together, when she got home."

"Jules... knew...?" I froze for a moment before she rotated her hips and coaxed my hips, with her hands, to keep moving.

"Yeah, Dad," she said as if it were just something I should have implicitly understood. "I needed her permission before going ahead. Her story is her own to tell, though, so don't try to pump me for that!" She smiled at her own pun and I couldn't help but return it.

"You have been naughty girls, then?" He picked up his pace and saw that she was having more difficulty concentrating as he continued to pump his hardness into her. He could see her gorgeous but sweaty face cramp with each time her pussy muscles flexed around him. He felt the spongy head of his cock kissing her cervix, just perfectly, as though her vaginal canal was a mold crafted to fit his manhood.

"Jenny," he huffed between ragged breaths, "I'm going to cum again." She responded, immediately, by trying to lock her legs around him. He smiled, "It's like that, then?"

"It's like that, Dad," she smiled. "You can cum somewhere else another time. Tonight, I want your cum inside me!" Her face screwed up and he could feel her pussy choking his cock again, in pulses, as though her words had triggered something primal within. Her orgasm seemed to crescendo and it felt like her hungry pussy was milking him as he continued pumping into her. She looked at him with an expression of pure lust and he lost it: he felt his cock shoot ropes of cum into her. He couldn't remember ever cumming so hard. He thought he might pass out and his cock just kept shooting inside her.

What followed was both an emotional fatigue and complete contentment. He rolled them both over - his cock still inside her - so her drained body laid on top of him. Her breasts were mashed against his chest and her head in the nape of his neck. She lovingly but drowsily kissed his skin. There they lay silently for some time until his cock eventually plopped out of her pussy. A small stream of their combined fluids leaked from her as she slept.

He did not sleep. Their fluids leaked down onto him and, though reclined, the large armchair was still not conducive to their sleeping in this manner. His mind also ran through what had happened with some incredulity and no small amount of guilt. Eventually, he carefully got up and gently lifted his sleeping daughter in his arms and carried her light body to her bed where he gently laid her under the covers and tucked her in before quietly retreating to his own room and crawling under the covers. It took some time to fall asleep but, eventually, he succumbed.

He had been sleeping perhaps two hours when he stirred, realizing his cock was again hard and sandwiched between the athletic thighs of his eldest daughter who had apparently different ideas about sleeping arrangements. He was spooning her sleeping form and their naked bodies were pressed together. One of his arms was stretched under her neck and the other reached over her body and his palm was pressed against one of her breasts. Sleep reclaimed him.